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Typically whenever Richie was off doing a show, Eddie waited up for him to get back home safely. This time was no exception and he found himself with his legs stretched out on the couch, a mug of tea sitting within arms reach on the coffee table, and a book folded open in his lap. Richie would be home any minute from his show in Vegas, which was only a four-hour drive from their house in Los Angeles, but Richie was offered to fly to the venue in a private jet.
Eddie passed on the offer to tag along, uneasy about the safety of private jets even for an hour-long flight, but he promised Richie that he wouldn’t look at the statistics of small planes crashes and accidents. He kept his mind off of it for the most part, even more relieved when he got Richie’s text that let him know he had landed and was beginning the short drive to their house from the airport. He’d only been gone for a day but Eddie always got antsy when Richie was out of town. The entire house had been cleaned spotless as the hours of painful silence went by, and Eddie did everything he could to fill the empty space as he deep cleaned every inch.
He practically sighed when he heard the hum of Richie’s car pull into the driveway, his body finally able to relax. He shut his book carefully, resting it on the coffee table and gingerly setting his reading glasses on top of it. He waited, absorbing every noise from the car door shutting, to the sound of footsteps trailing up to the door where the jingling of keys worked the door open. Richie kicked off his shoes immediately after closing the door behind him, letting the duffel bag on his shoulder drop to the floor and shrugging off his jacket. Eddie watched him silently, waiting patiently for him to get settled.
When Richie finally turned around and laid eyes on him, he grinned. “Hey you.”
“Hey, Rich.” Eddie smiled back at him, sitting up a little straighter from his spot on the couch. “How was the show?”
Richie padded over to him, lifting his legs so he could sit before letting them fall back into his lap. “It was fine. Not my best work.” He hummed, one of his hands moving to massage Eddie’s calf. “The time slots got screwed up so it was stressful. One of the other guys got way too much time.”
“Asshole.” Eddie scoffed, drinking the last bit of tea from his mug before setting it back down onto the table. “Why didn’t you stay for a little bit longer and wind down? You know that I can survive more than a day without you right? I know how to microwave the pizza rolls.”
Richie chuckled, pinching his leg and earning himself a jab to the thigh. “The other comics wanted to hit the strip but all I could think about was you.”
“You chose me over the strip clubs?” Eddie smirked, nudging him again with his foot. “I’m flattered.”
“Yeah, well I had better entertainment at home.” Richie wiggled his eyebrows, an arm extending to pull Eddie toward him.
“Slow your roll, big guy.” Eddie planted a hand against his chest just before their lips met. “You need to shower first.”
“Seriously dude?” He huffed out a laugh before pulling away and shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable. You know that we’re going to get dirty again, right?”
“Sex dirty and Vegas dirty are two very different things.” Eddie stated. “Plus, you’re covered in plane bacteria.”
“Plane bac—” Richie cut himself off with another laugh. “I would assume private jets get cleaned better than commercial flights.”
“Well I wouldn’t know that, you wouldn’t let me look up anything about private jets!”
“God, you’re lucky I love you.” He sighed, standing up and walking back towards the front door to retrieve his duffel bag. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“It’s the price to have sex with me.” Eddie could tell he heard him from the snort he got for his comment. He set his mug in the sink and headed to their bedroom while Richie showered, slowly undressing himself and folding each article of clothing before setting them in the laundry basket. The sound of cascading water emitting from the bathroom connected to their room was soothing, and Eddie was thankful that Richie took no offense to his demand for him to shower.
For as long as he could remember, Eddie feared being dirty.
His mother made sure to drill it into his head that where there was filth, there was disease. Staph infection, gonorrhea, chlamydia, herpes, tetanus, syphilis, lyme disease, cholera, meningitis, you name it. For the most part, his friends helped him accept that being dirty was okay sometimes. It was life. But the fear always lingered.
And being attacked by a Leper at the ripe age of eleven didn’t do him any favors. Neither did later marrying a woman who was exactly like his own mother.
Luckily, before he could spiral into a mindset of regret and fear, the bathroom door opened and Richie stepped out in his towel. Eddie could tell from the bed that his hair was still damp, but he looked smooth and clean . “What’s the towel for?”
“Suspense.” He smirked, leaning up against the door frame. “Are you on the edge of your seat?”
“Yes, this is riveting.” Eddie sighed. “Now get over here.”
Richie didn’t need to be told twice, dropping the towel immediately and launching himself into the bed. His body covered Eddie’s completely, nuzzling into his neck where he left a few kisses. Eddie breathed in the smell of his washed hair, running his hands over his lotioned shoulders. “Is this good enough for you, Eds?” He teased. “Any plane bacteria left? I even brushed my teeth just in case—”
“Shut up.” He kissed him hard, savoring the minty fresh taste in his mouth. “I missed you, loser.”
“Fuck I missed you too.” He breathed hotly against his lips. “It’s torture being away from you for more than ten minutes, it’s pathetic.”
“Does that mean you’re coming on my run with me in the morning?”
“Not a chance, babe.” He snickered. “I’m getting my exercise in tonight.” He kissed him again, shifting his weight so that he wouldn’t crush him. His hands dipped underneath the blanket to run his hands over Eddie’s body, touching as much of him as he could reach before growing impatient and ripping it away and crawling underneath it with him.
Eddie could tell when Richie was pent up, which wasn’t unusual for after shows. Being on stage, no matter how much Richie enjoyed his job, was stressful. His hands were jittery against his skin, needy and fast-paced, which was in stark contrast to how Richie usually liked to take his time. He liked to tease and rile Eddie up, but it seemed like he couldn’t wait to move on.
“Jesus.” Eddie hissed, clutching at his shoulders as two fingers entered him at once. They’d only gone a day without sex, but he still felt the stretch. He knew that Richie was eager, but he also knew that he’d slow down if Eddie wanted him to. But he said nothing, instead choosing to grind down onto his fingers for more, his nails biting into the backs of his shoulders. He writhed underneath him as Richie pumped his fingers into him, scissors them to work him open as he pressed their lips back together. It was rushed and sloppy, but it ignited a fire inside of Eddie that he wasn’t expecting. “Okay, okay. I’m good.” He pawed at him, gritting his teeth when Richie pulled out, fumbling between them to push his legs apart and line himself up.
Despite being in a frenzy, the first push was slow and careful. They both held their breath as he bottomed out, Richie leaning in for a desperate kiss before pulling out and snapping his hips back forward in an even more desperate thrust. He set the pace quick, burying his face back into Eddie’s neck where he let out a litter of curses and groans.
Eddie arched into him, throwing one arm around his neck while the other scratched down his back, too high on pleasure to be embarrassed about the sounds that he was making. “Fuck, Rich—” Was all he could muster, his body being driven up the bed with every hard thrust. Richie was still grunting and babbling nonsense against his neck, occasionally pausing his noises to bite down on the sensitive skin there.
Eddie shuddered out a high-pitched moan, lacing his fingers through Richie’s hair to pull on it. His other hand moved down to squeeze between them, stroking himself as best as he could in the tight space. After a few subpar tugs and well-aimed thrusts, he came between them. His orgasm washed over him, still feeling Richie prod at him to milk whatever he had left. He gasped for air in spite of Richie’s weight bearing down on him as he curled around him, his body still moving with purpose in between his legs.
With a choked breath, Richie’s rhythm faltered and he stilled completely, twitching against Eddie and clamping down on his neck once again. Eddie felt the twang of delicious pain that he liked, sending little shocks through his brain. But when they stopped, he felt something else. He felt wet and warm inside, Richie still throbbing inside of him as he gasped into his neck. They had never done it before, but Eddie wasn’t an idiot.
Richie had just came inside of him.
It wasn’t like Richie always pulled out, but when he didn’t he always had a condom on. Eddie didn’t say anything right away, not wanting either of them to panic, so he waited for Richie to relax against him. But after a few minutes, Eddie didn’t need to say anything. Richie shot up onto his forearms and looked pale. “Oh my God.”
“Richie—” Eddie started, frowning at the petrified look in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what happened, I– fuck I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Rich.” Eddie cupped his face. “It’s okay, I’m not upset.”
“It doesn’t matter Eddie.” He shook his head. “We should’ve talked about it before it happened. I fucked up.”
“Hey, I just said it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal.” Eddie tried again, but Richie didn’t look any less guilty. “Now get out of me so I can wash up.”
“Do you need help?” Richie offered quietly, sounding remorseful despite Eddie’s dismissal.
“Yeah, you can do throw the sheets in the laundry and put new ones on the bed.” He laughed lightly, grimacing as he felt him leak onto the sheets. Playing it cool, he walked into their bathroom as normal as he could manage before darting into the shower. His thighs were sticky and streams of Richie’s release were escaping from him as he stood under the water. It seemed to stop quickly, but Eddie cleaned himself out thoroughly, bracing himself against the tiled walls.
Richie was profusely apologetic, which was sweet, but Eddie couldn’t get over how it felt to have Richie pulse in him and fill him with warmth. It didn’t feel gross as it was happening, but standing in the shower and washing it off of him and out of him was a different story. He felt dirty, disgusting, but fulfilled in a way he’d never been. Something about having Richie leak out of him and onto their expensive sheets made him shiver, his spent dick twitching with renewed interest. Eddie ignored it, letting the water run over him and soothe his aching limbs.
It was fine. He and Richie had been sexually active for a while and nothing bad had ever happened. Neither of them tested positive for any STDs when Eddie made them get tested at the beginning of their relationship, and the cleanup wasn’t too bad. Everything that happened was fine.
Eddie liking it though, was that fine? Was it fine that he wished he was more in the moment so that he could really remember what it was like?
He couldn’t stop thinking about it as he showered, scrubbing himself clean while reminding himself of how good it felt to be dirty. He stood in there until he was extra sure that he was cleaned out, exiting the bathroom just as Richie pulled the sheets over the last corner of the bed. Richie looked up at him with a grim look, and Eddie rolled his eyes.
“We’re not having this conversation again.” He took a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer and stepped into them. “I told you, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I didn’t even feel it coming.” Richie huffed. “I didn’t even realize till… I know you don’t think it’s a big deal but I should’ve had more control than that.”
“Does it look like I’m complaining?” Eddie shoved him onto the bed and laid next to him. “Hey. I don’t want you to beat yourself up over it. It makes me feel bad.”
“I don’t want you to feel bad.”
“Good, so let’s all stop feeling bad.” He hummed, curling against his chest. “Really, it’s cool. Plus, I didn’t hate it.”
“Oh good.” He snorted sarcastically. “I’m glad it wasn’t the worst thing you’ve ever experienced.”
“You changed the sheets without giving me any trouble so I’d say we’re even.” Eddie teased, planting a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Can we go to sleep now?”
Richie searched his eyes a little longer to make sure that he was really okay. “Sure. Goodnight, lover.”
“Mm. Night, sweetheart.” Eddie sighed to really drive home just how not upset he was, smiling at the way Richie relaxed before reaching to turn off the lamp on their nightstand. As it turns out, he vastly underestimated how long it would take him to fall asleep. Richie was out cold next to him, snoring softly with his legs tangled up with Eddie’s. His mind was racing, unable to shut off his thoughts as he shifted in his spot.
He felt restless, a part of him longing to feel the same warmth and fullness that he felt when Richie released inside of him, plugging him full before letting it ooze out of him. He wasn’t sure why he liked it so much, trying to shake the vulgar thoughts from his mind. And even when he did eventually fall asleep, it didn’t stop him from dreaming about it.
* * *
The first thing Eddie did when he woke up was quickly change out of his sweatpants. The second thing he did was Google if it was normal for forty-year-old men to still be having wet dreams. According to his quick research, they tend to become more infrequent with age but can still happen as a result of hormonal changes or “potentially significant sexual stimulation prior to sleep.” Serves him right for not being able to tame his perverted thoughts all night.
He slipped out of the room quietly so that he didn’t wake Richie and set off for his usual morning run. He hoped that it would clear his head. It did not. He was obsessing over it like a horny teenager, unable to think about anything else. Eddie Kaspbrak, clean freak and borderline hypochondriac, liked feeling dirty for the first time. He’d had his fun getting down and dirty before, but nothing like this. This was something else, a feeling that he couldn’t quite describe. All he knew is that he wanted to feel it again.
After only a few blocks, he paused to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure why he was overthinking it so much, and he wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just talk to Richie about it. He knew that he felt guilty about it when it happened, but it didn’t sound like he hated it. In fact, it sounded like he felt guilty because he too was lost in the pleasure of it. Eddie could only imagine how good it felt to release inside of him, squeezed by his tight walls and warmed by the direct contact that he didn’t get with a condom on.
Eddie decided to run back home before his running shorts got too tight around his half-hard on.
When he made it back to the house, Richie was awake and sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal. “That was fast.” He blinked at him, mouth full.
“I wasn’t feeling it today.” Eddie shrugged, kicking off his shoes and trying to seem calm and nonchalant as he made his way over to the couch. “Hey, can we talk?”
“Yeah?”
“About last night?” Eddie added, sucking in a breath at the way Richie’s face grew serious. “Don’t start—”
“Eddie I’m really sorry—”
“No!” Eddie cut him off, rubbing at his face. “Just, stop apologizing. I— I liked it… And I want you to do it again.” He spat in one breath. “You know. If you want to.”
Richie looked stunned at the confession. “Really?”
“You can say no, dipshit. But yeah, I really liked it.” He admitted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it since it happened.”
Richie set down his bowl and smirked at him, looking relieved and excited all at once. “What do you like about it?”
“I’m not sure.” He answered honestly, shivering just thinking back to the feeling. “But I want it again. If you’re interested.”
“Eds, baby.” Richie grabbed his hand and squeezed it, almost like he was proud of Eddie asking. “You know I’ll do anything for you. I’m just suprised.”
“How come?”
“Well.” Richie winced. “It’s kind of… dirty.”
Eddie tensed, his cock already hard in his shorts. “Yeah, it is.” He swallowed.
“And you’re okay with that?”
Eddie nodded, shifting noticeably in his seat. Richie eyed him up and down, a smug look on his face. “Shut up, Rich.”
“I didn’t say anything, lovey.”
“Don’t make fun of me.” He whined.
“I’m not.” Richie chuckled, clicking his tongue before dragging him closer. “Are you up for it right now? We’ve got the spare lube tucked under the cushions.”
“I told you to move it after Steve found it!”
“First of all, that was so fucking funny.” He snickered. “Second, I like couch sex. Sue me.”
“We are not getting cum on this couch, Richie.”
“Shh.” Richie hushed him, pulling his shirt over his head and laying it down. “Lie back.”
Eddie glared at him, a silent threat, before obliging. He let Richie guide him onto his back and help undress him, feeling a little bit better that Richie’s large shirt would catch the majority of the mess they were most likely about to make. He couldn’t help the exhale of relief when Richie finally stripped the shorts off of him, freeing his swollen cock.
“Someone’s excited.” Richie whistled, gripping him gently and giving him a few pumps.
Eddie bucked up into his hand, squirming around. “Richie.”
“I know, I know.” He hummed, wiping his hand off on his own pants before sliding them down his legs. “You’re so needy.”
“You did this to me, asshole.” Eddie hissed, running his fingers along the divots of the couch cushions until he found the small bottle of lube that they kept hidden. “I wasn’t so horny and dick-crazy until you came around.”
“I wasn’t complaining, Eddie baby.” Richie grinned, running his hands up his thighs. “It’s an honor to make you horny and dick-crazy. Eddie Kaspbrak, crazy for my dick. Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming. Ouch!” He yelped when Eddie very well did pinch him before shoving the lube in his hands.
“Less talking, more fucking.” He panted, so desperate he could hardly wait.
Richie fumbled with the bottle, clearly also eager to move along. They’d had sex on their couch plenty of times before, but this was different. It was more exhilarating knowing that Richie was going to give Eddie what he wanted and finish inside of him again. His body felt like it was on fire, shaking with the need to feel what he’d been obsessing over since the previous night.
His body was still sore from their late-night antics and his short-lived run, but he had no trouble accommodating Richie’s skilled fingers as they slid into him and push directly into his prostate. His body jumped and a sharp gasp escaped his mouth. “Shit.”
“You’re a dream, Eds.” Richie breathed, eyes bouncing between Eddie’s and where his fingers were working diligently. He did as best as he could, knowing that Eddie would soon impatiently tell him to move on. And he did exactly just that, pushing at his arm to hurry him along. But Richie didn’t complain, stroking his now fully hard dick and lining himself up. “You know that you can always change your mind about this right? If you do, I’ll pull out I promise—”
“If you pull out, I will kill you.” Eddie grunted, reaching up for him, humming into his mouth when Richie leaned over him. Richie kissed him hard through the first thrust, both of them making guttural noises into each other’s mouths.
“Lucky for you,” Richie’s voice was already hoarse in his ear. “I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
“Then touch me.” Eddie growled, throwing his head back so Richie could nip at his neck. His skin still felt hot, boiling with anticipation. A delighted laugh bubbled out of his mouth when Richie wrapped his fingers around him, pumping him in rhythm with the snap of his hips. The couch felt rough against his upper back, turning the skin there tender as he was rocked against it.
The floor was squeaking under the weight of the moving couch, and Eddie was thankful that they lived in a house and not an apartment. Fortunately, that also meant that he could be as loud as he wanted. “I need it, Rich.” He moaned, feeling his stomach muscles tighten.
“I’ll give it to you baby.” He promised, running his thumb over Eddie’s sensitive and leaking head. “You first though, come on.”
Eddie inhaled a gulp of air before trembling with the intensity of his orgasm, clenching around Richie in the process. A strangled groan ripped its way out of Richie’s mouth, and his thrusts grew sloppy. Eddie tried to shake off the haze of pleasure clouding his senses, raising a weak arm to grip the back of Richie’s neck. “Come in me. Want it so bad.”
“Fucking— God damnit Eddie.” He wheezed, and Eddie felt him pulse inside of him.
He focused on the feeling, the warm splash of release coating his insides. It took a few throbs of Richie’s cock for his muscles to relax and collapse on top of him, dumping his head onto his shoulder. Eddie let his eyes flutter closed, feeling fulfilled and stuffed to the brim. He was also aware of the fact that they were on the couch, far from the bathroom. He felt trapped, disgusting, but he didn’t want it to end.
Richie must’ve also realized that he wouldn’t be able to get up without making a mess, so he made a move to get up for him. “No.” Eddie threw his arms around him, panicking as Richie started to pull out. “Just stay like this for a little.”
“You don’t want to get cleaned up?”
“In a minute.” He blushed, bashful but wanting to relish in the feeling for a little while longer. So they waited, pressed against each other as Richie went soft, covered in bodily fluids and sweat. It was a euphoric feeling despite a voice in Eddie’s head telling him how nasty it was to lie in the filth. It did get gradually more gross the longer they laid, the cum between them cooling and tugging at their body hairs when they moved. Richie eventually got up with Eddie’s permission, pulling out of him with ease, unplugging him and making a dash to get a washcloth.
As soon as he did pull out, Eddie felt him leaking out of him. There was something highly erotic yet disappointing about it. He let a shaky hand travel down to his sloppy hole so he could slip two fingers in, shuddering out a whimper. He could feel how wet and sticky he was, a feeling that should’ve been repulsive but instead was enticing. He wish he’d done this before most of it leaked out, disappointed that it was wasted onto Richie’s shirt still trapped underneath him. Richie came back into the room in a fresh pair of sweatpants with wet and dry washcloths in his hands. His eyes widened when they landed on Eddie, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“Christ, you’re insatiable.” He laughed, hovering over him with the damp cloth.
“You did this— Fuck, Richie! That’s cold!” He hissed, taking his fingers out of him and swatting at him. Richie dodged his attack and continued to clean off his stomach and sticky thighs, then dried him off.
“I think you’re still going to need a shower, champ.”
“No shit.” He sighed, grimacing as he scooted off of Richie’s soiled shirt. “If I make a mess on my way there—”
“I’ve got it, babe.” Richie snickered. “Go do your thing. If this is the price I have to pay for filling you up with my sweet juices—”
“You’re gross.”
“—then so be it.” He grinned at him, helping him off of the couch. “And there’s plenty more where that came from.”
Eddie gave him a little shove as he limped toward the closest bathroom, legs feeling like jelly. But he didn’t say anything aside from giving a quiet snarl. He knew very well that there was plenty more where that came from, and he was determined to get as much as he could.
* * *
Eddie waited patiently for his package to deliver. The anticipation was chewing at his insides up until the moment it finally arrived, and he tore into the packaging and took it straight to Richie. He was lounging on the couch with a beer in hand, watching whatever B-rated horror film he found on TV. Eddie took a deep breath and tossed the box into his lap.
Richie flinched, raising an eyebrow at him before picking it up. “What’s this?”
“You have eyes.”
Richie rolled them, bringing his beer up for a sip as he turned the box over to examine the front. Eddie winced as he choked, his body seizing in a coughing fit. He set his beer down and cleared his throat, reading over the front of the box again. “When the hell did you buy this?” He sputtered, looking up at him with a light blush dusting his face.
Eddie folded his arms. “Yesterday.”
“How did—”
“Overnight shipping.”
Richie opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again with a laugh. “God I love you.” He smiled, dumping his head back to bark out another laugh. “You want to use it?” He asked, tearing open the box so he could reach in and take out the silicone plug that Eddie had presented him with.
“Yeah.” He breathed out. “I want to keep it in me for a little longer. I don’t want it to leak out right away.”
“Ah.” Richie swallowed. “You mean like… my…” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“You know what I mean, asshole.” He stammered, a slight embarrassment rising. “Don’t make me use one of your gross words.”
“My nut? Jizz? Seamen? Cum? Tozier juice?” He raised his hands at the murderous glare he received. “You really want to do this?”
Eddie nodded, watching intently as Richie toyed with the plug in his big hand. Smooth black silicone that had a few ridges for intensified stimulation. Eddie already wondered what it would feel like inside of him. Keeping him stretched and plugged full of come.
“Okay.” He eyed him behind his glasses. “We can do that.”
Eddie’s body relaxed, relieved that Richie was on board. For now, at least. “One more thing, Rich?” He tried to keep his voice steady. It was too late to feel sheepish now.
He looked up at him curiously. “Anything, Eds.”
He licked his lips, a hot flush creeping up the back of his neck. “I want you to um… hold off.” He cleared his throat. On sex and jacking off.”
“Huh?” Richie clutched the plug in a tight fist.
“I want you to save it up for me.” He gnawed on his inner cheek. “I want it to be… big. I want there to be a lot.”
“Jesus, Eddie.” Richie huffed, but he looked far from upset. He had a twinkle in his eye that Eddie saw when he got excited. “What did I do to deserve a little freak like you?”
“You turned me into this freak.” He laughed, moving to sit on the couch.
“I mean, little Richard here won’t be too happy about it.” He gestured to his dick. “But if that’s what you want, he’ll have to suck it up.”
“If you don’t want to do this, it’s fine.” Eddie shrugged, giving him another chance to change his mind. “You’ve indulged my perverted fantasy enough.”
“I want to.” Richie assured him, slinging an arm over his shoulder and holding up the plug with his free hand. “I think your little perverted fantasy is insanely sexy, and I want to make it happen for you.”
“But do you like it though?” Eddie reached to touch the plug, shivering as it brushed his fingers.
“I like making you happy.” He looked down at him, his eyes dilated and dark. “And you feel way better without a condom or having to pull out. God, I can’t tell you how good it makes me feel too.”
“You don’t think it’s disgusting?”
“Oh no, it’s totally gross.” He chuckled. “Filthy, but it’s so fucking hot.”
Another shiver ran through Eddie’s body. Filthy AND hot. He didn’t know that it was possible to feel both until this. With Richie fully on board, Eddie leaned into him and kissed him hard. Part of him already regretted forgoing sex right this instant, but he knew that the wait would be worth it.
* * *
It had been torture waiting it out. Richie hadn’t fucked him in days, and Eddie hadn’t touched himself except for in the shower. Even that was enough to throw him in a frenzy. He could tell that Richie was feeling it too, getting hard just by kissing him. He wasn’t sure when the right time to finally give in would be, but he waited as long as he could.
He finally snapped when Richie made a comment about being full after dinner. Eddie wanted to be full, and unbeknownst to Richie, he was finally ready. He excused himself to the bathroom, but just before he left he twisted around to Richie. “Hey.”
“Hi?” He set his dish in the sink and shot him an odd look.
“Meet me in the bedroom when you’re done with dishes.” He held in a laugh at Richie’s priceless face and kept going. He closed the bedroom door behind him and went straight to the nightstand where he’d stashed the plug away. He took it out and set it gingerly on top of the stand, fishing out their bottle of lube next. He always preferred having Richie’s fingers over his own, but after days of not having anything in him even Eddie’s fingers were a stretch. He knew he should’ve taken his time, but he was desperate to get himself prepped before Richie inevitably came barreling through the door. He didn’t mind the ache, if anything, he craved it.
He stuffed himself full of lube, enjoying the wet and sloppy quelch, but it wasn’t the same as Richie filling him up with his own release. On cue, Richie threw the door open, his shirt wet from washing the dishes and his chest rising up and down with heavy breaths. He watched Eddie twist his fingers and keen. “Are we really doing this?”
Eddie nodded frantically, grunting when removing his fingers and making grabby hands at him. Richie practically flew on top of him, grinding into him right away. “I’m prepped. I’m ready.”
“Yeah?” Richie kissed down his jawline. “You sure?”
With a hurried nod and a hard tug at Richie’s shirt, Eddie helped him strip off his clothes before guiding him back between his legs. Richie grabbed one of their pillows and slid it underneath him for leverage. He took covered himself in lube, eyes fluttering shut as he pumped himself in his hand. Eddie gripped his wrist and guided him to his hole, letting out an embarrassing noise when the tip breached him. “Oh my God.”
“Fuck.” Richie’s jaw was clenched. “Fuck, Eddie.”
“Ah—” Eddie clutched at the sheets, feeling every inch of him fill up. “Want you to come.” He sobbed, goosebumps prickling his skin when Richie started moving.
“You know,” Richie laughed, driving into him with purpose. “You’re the only person who has ever asked me to finish before I even get started. This might work out when I’m too old to last more than a few seconds.”
“I love it.” Eddie gasped, smiling at the thought. “I want it so bad.”
“You’ll get it soon, baby. I saved it up just for you.” He bared his teeth, sweat beading onto his forehead. He prodded Eddie’s prostate with each push, grinning when Eddie clenched his eyes shut and arched into him. “Since when did you love being so dirty?”
Eddie’s eyes flew open at the question and Richie looked like he was about to take it back, but before he could Eddie sprayed onto his chest without needing to be touched. He flailed underneath him, scratching down his back hard enough to leave marks, but he was too far gone to feel bad about it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He begged, his voice hoarse.
Richie looked hesitant, but he trusted that Eddie would stop him if it was too much. He started his rhythm back up and rested their foreheads together, groaning at the tight squeeze. Whenever his pace would falter, Eddie looked pained at the possibility of Richie stopping, so didn’t. He didn’t stop even at the few tears slipping from the corners of Eddie’s eyes due to the overstimulation. He lasted longer than he thought after going so long without any relief, finally bucking into him one last time before pouring into him.
“Yes. Yes, yes.” Eddie mewled. “Richie, it’s so much.”
Richie’s hips were still twitching against him, not quite done unloading. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but all he could manage was a heaving gasp. His arms were shaking as he tried to lower himself as gracefully as possible, curling his body around Eddie. He puffed hot breaths into his shoulder, a few grunts spilling out of his mouth. Eddie laced his fingers into his hair and kissed the side of his face.
“Thank you.” He hummed, smiling at the warm feeling inside of him. He relished being stuffed, Richie keeping his release trapped inside of him. And there was so much of it, well worth the wait. “You did so good, honey.” He said quietly into his ear while petting his hair. “You okay?”
Richie nodded weakly against him, planting a light kiss on his skin. It took him a few minutes to muster the energy to speak, but when he did he simply raised his hand. “High-five.”
Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes, but he obliged him.
“You want the plug now?” His voice was gruff, his glasses fogged up and wonky when he lifted his head.
Eddie had completely forgotten about the plug and turned his head to look at it. His stomach twisted when his eyes landed on it, and he licked his lips before nodding. “Yeah.”
Richie stretched to reach it so he didn’t have to pull out, his joints cracking in the process. “Fuck, I’m old.”
“I have to take advantage of your stamina for as long as I can.” He teased. “Soon you’ll be shooting blanks.”
“Will you still love me when I’m spraying nothing but dust?”
“Gross.” He faked a gag. “But yeah, I think I’ll still keep you around.”
Richie smiled at him and lifted himself up carefully. “Ready?” He quickly pulled out with Eddie’s permission and slid the tip of the plug in to prevent leakage. “Breathe, Eds.”
Eddie sucked in a breath, twisting around in the sheets as he took the plug. It was almost too much for him to handle, but he needed it to make sure he stayed full. “Wow.” He exhaled. “Okay.”
“There you go.” Richie rubbed a soothing hand over his thigh. “Sit tight.” He crawled off of the bed and stretched all of his joints before moving towards the bathroom. Eddie shut his eyes and tried to ignore the tacky cum on his stomach and the sweat coating every inch of his skin, instead focusing on the deep press of the plug inside of him. Smooth but intense, too much but also not enough.
Richie came back with a washcloth and a handful of baby wipes. They cleaned up as best as they could, but the sheets were most likely soaked in sweat and whatever else they didn’t manage to catch between them. They were both too exhausted to worry about it. Richie folded the blanket over Eddie and crawled beside him, setting his glasses down on the nightstand and shutting the light. The bed dipped as he pressed against him, and Eddie winced lightly as the plug shifted.
He turned his head toward him and raised a hand to caress his cheek. “Hey.” He whispered into the darkness. “I will still love you when you’re shooting dust.”
He felt the hot breath on his face from Richie’s quiet laughter. “That’s so sweet." He planted an even sweeter kiss to the top of his head. "Goodnight, Eds.”
“Mm, night.” And as soon as he shut his eyes, Eddie was swallowed by sleep.
His body felt almost numb with soreness when the morning light flooded through their bedroom window, and he scrunched his face at the ache. He attempted to turn onto his side to face Richie, immediately reminded of the plug prodding his most sensitive spots. He took a deep breath before continuing to roll towards Richie, just in time for him to watch his eyes blink open. His face also scrunched up as he stretched and let his head fall to the side. “Morning.”
Eddie smiled at him, reaching a cramped arm to cup his face. “Are you as banged up as I am?”
“Mm, I’d say you’re way more banged up.” He smirked, a hand snaking underneath the blanket to grip his thigh. “How do you feel?”
“Full.” He hummed, pressing his legs together to feel the plug shift again. “My body hurts, but I feel good.”
“Good.” He yawned, turning completely onto his side to face him. “You going to get cleaned up soon? I can toss these sheets in the wash again.”
Eddie thought about it, nearly accepting his offer until a thought came barreling into his head. “Not yet.” He tugged Richie toward him, kissing his lips once and then parting them with his tongue. Richie pulled away gently, licking his lips before diving back in. He knew what he wanted, but he let Eddie continue licking into his mouth for a while longer without saying anything. Eddie’s legs still felt numb but he felt Richie’s nails dig into the skin on his thigh.
“Eds.” He breathed against him. His hair was sticking up in every direction and Eddie didn’t know if he wanted to fuck him or cuddle him and make him breakfast. “Eddie, are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure.” He answered, breath hitching when Richie pushed him onto his back. “I’m sure.” He said again, wincing as he opened his legs for Richie to slot himself between them. “I want you to do it again.”
Richie nodded, a ghost of a smile on his face. He ran his hands up Eddie’s v-line, one dipping down to gently push at the plug. His eyes lit up when Eddie clutched at the blankets and arched his back. “You like your plug, cutie?” He asked and did it again.
Eddie nodded feverishly. “It’s intense. Now please fuck me.”
“You know I love when you’re mean to me.” Richie shuffled so that he could reach for the drawer. “But damn it drives me crazy when you ask so nicely.”
Eddie caught his arm before he could reach their nightstand and shook his head. “I don’t think you’ll need any lube.” Instead, he guided Richie’s hand to his mouth and sucked two fingers between his teeth. Richie closed his eyes with a sigh. He let him get his fingers wet before wrapping them around Eddie’s cock, making him jump. Not that they needed to be wet considering how much precum he was dripping between them.
“You ready for this?”
“Please.” He said again, quivering at the way Richie’s jaw clenched.
“Hold on.” He grunted, reaching for the nightstand again. “I want to see this.” He fumbled his glasses and hastily put them on his face. Finally, he gripped the end of the plug and pulled it out slightly before pushing it back in. He looked satisfied with Eddie’s strangled moan, but he took pity on the desperation in his eyes. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
“Please, please.” Eddie hissed, muscles short-circuiting when he removed the plug entirely, tossing it to the other end of the bed. “Ooh myy God—”
“Fucking Christ.” Richie growled, and Eddie could only imagine what it looked like. He felt it already starting to slide out of him, Richie’s fingers digging into him painfully as he stared. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gaping for me.”
Eddie stuttered out a hysterical laugh when his tip pressed against him, grinding his teeth. “It’s filthy isn’t it?”
Richie paused his movements, looking at him with a darkness in his eyes. “You like being filthy, huh Eds?” It didn’t seem like he needed an answer, thrusting the rest of the way and forcing it back inside of him. The glide was easy and slick but it didn’t stop a bolt of electricity from running up Eddie’s spine. He couldn’t muster any words, only a string of whines falling from his lips as Richie railed into him. Richie shushed him with his lips, nipping and licking at him while his hips snapped back and forth.
The noises were disgustingly obscene, his hole audibly wet and sticky as he was pounded into. Richie groaned into his mouth, panting as he spoke. “I’m close already.” He gripped his hips tightly to get a better angle, and Eddie grinned at the sharp ache.
“Want you to come in me again.” He choked out, muscles contracting with each pump.
“Last night wasn’t enough for you, baby?” Richie chuckled, sweat starting to drip from his temples.
“No, I want more.” He whimpered. “Need more, please.”
There was too much for him to hold, Richie fucking come out of him with every hard thrust. Eddie felt it oozing out of him, down his skin and onto their bed, adhering him to their sheets. He began to cry out with every movement, the feeling of being so full and defiled too overwhelming. It felt and sounded disgusting, and Eddie has never felt so satisfied and blissful.
Richie pushed against his prostate and he yelped, still sore and sensitive from the previous night. “I love you. I love you, baby. Give it to me.” More tears streamed down his cheeks and Richie brushed them away before exploding inside of him, a shiver traveling through his entire body.
“Fuck, fuck.” He gasped. “I love you, Eds. Fuck, I love you.” He shut his eyes as he pulsed inside of him and it almost looked painful, like he was running on empty and he was giving every last bit he had to Eddie.
Eddie’s legs were shaking, his cock still leaking a steady stream onto his stomach. But he didn’t care that he didn’t finish, all he could even think about was the feeling of it slushing inside of him. Richie pulled out of him, his body trembling as he gripped himself, whimpering at the sensitivity. Cum poured out of him again, and Eddie sobbed as two fingers scooped some up and pushed it back into him.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” Richie’s voice was weak and tired, but he spread his cheeks to watch the leakage. With Eddie’s meak approval, he crooked his fingers and took his leaking dick into his other hand, pumping him fast and tight. Eddie writhed underneath him, twisting around in their soiled sheets. “You should see this. It’s fucking insane how stuffed you are.”
“Kiss me.” Eddie croaked out, and Richie obliged him. The slide of his tongue against his, the press of his long fingers against his prostate, and the rough swipe of his finger under the head were enough for Eddie to convulse with his orgasm. His ears were ringing and his heart was beating fast enough that there was a tinge of concern somewhere in the back of his head. But Richie held him through it, whispering sweetly to him even though Eddie could barely make out the words. He gulped down air and tried to focus on the soothing patterns that Richie was drawing onto his skin.
He wasn’t sure how long he laid there in limbo. Even Richie, who always sprang up to get them cleaned up seemed to be too spent to move. They both knew that they couldn’t lie in their mess for forever, even if they found the filth to be somewhat enjoyable. The sheets were probably unsalvagable anyway, but Eddie couldn’t bring himself to care.
They needed to hydrate and get some food into them to boost their energy, so he made an attempt to sit up and his body screamed at him. “You okay?” Richie asked him, his voice sounding a little more controlled and less audibly exhausted.
“I will be.” He hissed, propping himself up against the pillow.
“You know.” Richie snickered. “Some guys are also into eating their own jizz after this.”
“Absolutely not.” Eddie grimaced, but he saved the idea in the back of his head for another time. “We need to shower for a while, then we need to eat and hydrate. Then we need to throw out these sheets, maybe burn the evidence. Then I’ll probably need to sleep for a few years.”
Richie kissed his forehead, nodding. “Whatever you need, lover.”