Between the way Richie looks up at Eddie with a mouthful of his cock and the hum vibrating its way through his entire body, that's all it takes. With a stuttering moan and a spasmodic full-body shudder, Eddie's hands lock up, fingers largely extended by stiffly curled like he wants so much to be holding Richie's head in place but can't quite bring himself to force it in case jizz is fucking gross and Richie has to jump back to spit it out. He comes completely undone a second later, painting the inside of his boyfriend's mouth with his climax.
He's panting and breathless as his hands settle back on Richie's head when he's finished emptying himself, not to hold the other boy in place, but to keep himself from going completely boneless and crumpling to the floor with the dizziness of his first orgasm brought on by something other than his own right hand.
"Holy...shit...Rich..." he pants out, wetting his lips again and finding himself a little surprised by how dry and cracked they feel from all of the heavy breathing that he hadn't even been conscious of doing for the few glorious minutes it took Richie to suck him off effectively. "Holy shit...holy shit..."
He can't even bring himself to bend slightly to pull up his pants again before lowering himself sloppily into the chair Richie had been sitting in before this rendezvous escalated into...well. This.
It feels like he's run a marathon and he's finally getting a chance to get off his feet, the way his body melts into the chair as he catches his breath, chest heaving with the effort of it. He's too sated, even, to be self-conscious about the way his wet, increasingly flaccid cock deflates sadly against his thigh, sticking there with the semi-adhesive mix of sweat, saliva, and semen. Eddie's head falls back so that his face it pointed to the ceiling and he lets out a heavy huff, a final appreciative sound of relaxation before his breathing starts to level out again. "Oh my fucking God, Richie..." he whispers, closing his eyes. Yeah, he's definitely going to try to return the favor for his boyfriend because that was fucking mind-blowing and Richie deserves to feel it, too, after successfully causing it.
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He's panting and breathless as his hands settle back on Richie's head when he's finished emptying himself, not to hold the other boy in place, but to keep himself from going completely boneless and crumpling to the floor with the dizziness of his first orgasm brought on by something other than his own right hand.
"Holy...shit...Rich..." he pants out, wetting his lips again and finding himself a little surprised by how dry and cracked they feel from all of the heavy breathing that he hadn't even been conscious of doing for the few glorious minutes it took Richie to suck him off effectively. "Holy shit...holy shit..."
He can't even bring himself to bend slightly to pull up his pants again before lowering himself sloppily into the chair Richie had been sitting in before this rendezvous escalated into...well. This.
It feels like he's run a marathon and he's finally getting a chance to get off his feet, the way his body melts into the chair as he catches his breath, chest heaving with the effort of it. He's too sated, even, to be self-conscious about the way his wet, increasingly flaccid cock deflates sadly against his thigh, sticking there with the semi-adhesive mix of sweat, saliva, and semen. Eddie's head falls back so that his face it pointed to the ceiling and he lets out a heavy huff, a final appreciative sound of relaxation before his breathing starts to level out again. "Oh my fucking God, Richie..." he whispers, closing his eyes. Yeah, he's definitely going to try to return the favor for his boyfriend because that was fucking mind-blowing and Richie deserves to feel it, too, after successfully causing it.