As Eddie's moans grows increasingly louder (though, a bit muffled) and a shudder seemingly runs through his entire body leaves Richie bracing his hands against his boyfriend's hips as he continues working him. Feeling Eddie's hands lock up in his hair gets a hiss of pleasure out of Richie before he dives back in to working Eddie through to his climax. There's a jolt of surprise, needless to say, once it hits but Richie continues bobbing his head until he has to finally break away with a gasp of air.

He can't help the small cough that escapes him but ultimately tilts his head into Eddie's touch, breathing in deeply through his nose and licking his lips free of any evidence that might have spilled over. It's certainly not the best but it's Eddie and he could certainly deal with this in order to get the chance to see Eds like this. All flushed and heaving for air, god, this was so much better than his dumb daydreams.

Watching Eddie lower himself into the discarded chair gets another grin out of Richie as he shifts over, propping himself up against Eddie's lap. "I'm gonna take that as your seal of approval," he muses and runs a hand through his hair.

He sure hopes that he's reading into this right because goddamn if he wouldn't love to add this into their future meetings. Not at school again, perhaps but definitely something for their trips out to the Barrens or the nights when his folks weren't home. Richie leans in as if going for a kiss but stops short because he isn't entirely sure if Eddie wouldn't be grossed out about kissing considering what he just was doing.

So, instead, he smiles and asks: "You think you're going to make it, Spaghetti?"