Absently and affectionately, Eddie's hand moves off his own bare thigh to stroke Richie's hair when the other boy moves to lean against him. "Uh, yeah," he huffs out, equal parts satisfied and amused as he finally lifts his head, opening his eyes again.

He stiffens a little when it looks like Richie might kiss him — not because he doesn't like kissing Richie but because he just fucking jizzed in Richie's mouth and that's weird, right? But Richie seems to think better of it, too, and Eddie smiles back and shakes his head, laughing. "Nope, I'm dead. You've killed me, but at least I died happy," he jokes.

Finally, Eddie straightens up a little. "Okay, let me put my dick away and then I'll do you," he says with a grin. "It's fucking amazing," he adds, shifting just so to suggest to Richie that he's going to stand up for a minute so that he can pull up his damn pants.

"Is it gross?" he asks as he stands, bends, and pulls his pants and underwear back up around his waist, trying to keep his tone light and curious. "Jizz, I mean?" He's asking in a tone that suggests that he's not going to be deterred — even though he might be — but that he's simply gathering information in order to mentally prepare. Which, he hopes, Richie won't see straight through. Eddie is genuinely curious, so he's got that going for him, at least, for authenticity.