Snorting his own laugh as he tucks himself back into his underwear. "Yeah, well, now it's officially a trashmouth," he jokes with a smirk. It's lost on him that Richie's echoed the compliment back because he's more focused on getting his pants up and zipped and buttoned again, but he does catch the proud look on Richie's face and it makes Eddie smile. Yeah. Richie doesn't get a lot of praise, especially since his parents are practically absent, so he's glad that he was able to give Richie something to feel proud of.
Richie knows him too well, he thinks, as his cheeks burn with embarrassment at being called out like that, even though it's not a malicious call-out. Yeah, he's worried about gagging. Like, really worried about gagging. Bad smells can make him gag, the very idea of the air particles of a bad smell being in his mouth had made him gag back in the Well House that day they came face to face with Pennywise and Eddie broke his arm.
The idea of gagging on Richie's dick is not one he likes to entertain because there's nothing sexy about that. Richie made him feel so good and he's not going to be able to repay that if he's gagging on Richie's junk like a fucking pussy or something.
"Cool, yeah, okay. No big deal then," he replies thoughtfully.
He nods a little like he's just taking a casual mental note. Eddie pulls the bottom hem of his t-shirt back down to cover the waist of his jeans now that he's got them up and fastened. "Okay, man..." he says with an awkward pause because, like, is there a smooth way to switch places? If there is, Eddie's not likely to find it. Smooth isn't really a word that Eddie typically would use to describe himself.
"Batter up," he says and the second the words leave his mouth, he realizes how fucking dumb that shit sounds and it shows on his pinched expression. "Whatever," he says to try to move past it quickly.
Eddie reaches for Richie to bring him closer so that he can reach to start unbuttoning and unzipping his boyfriend's jeans. Mentally, he's psyching himself up. Kinda warm, a little salty. That's not so bad, that's like the liquid butter they put on popcorn at the movies, right? That's kinda warm and a little salty and that shit's amazing. This'll be fine. He's totally got this.
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Richie knows him too well, he thinks, as his cheeks burn with embarrassment at being called out like that, even though it's not a malicious call-out. Yeah, he's worried about gagging. Like, really worried about gagging. Bad smells can make him gag, the very idea of the air particles of a bad smell being in his mouth had made him gag back in the Well House that day they came face to face with Pennywise and Eddie broke his arm.
The idea of gagging on Richie's dick is not one he likes to entertain because there's nothing sexy about that. Richie made him feel so good and he's not going to be able to repay that if he's gagging on Richie's junk like a fucking pussy or something.
"Cool, yeah, okay. No big deal then," he replies thoughtfully.
He nods a little like he's just taking a casual mental note. Eddie pulls the bottom hem of his t-shirt back down to cover the waist of his jeans now that he's got them up and fastened. "Okay, man..." he says with an awkward pause because, like, is there a smooth way to switch places? If there is, Eddie's not likely to find it. Smooth isn't really a word that Eddie typically would use to describe himself.
"Batter up," he says and the second the words leave his mouth, he realizes how fucking dumb that shit sounds and it shows on his pinched expression. "Whatever," he says to try to move past it quickly.
Eddie reaches for Richie to bring him closer so that he can reach to start unbuttoning and unzipping his boyfriend's jeans. Mentally, he's psyching himself up. Kinda warm, a little salty. That's not so bad, that's like the liquid butter they put on popcorn at the movies, right? That's kinda warm and a little salty and that shit's amazing. This'll be fine. He's totally got this.