𝗔𝗼𝟯: 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂: 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗰 (5032)
𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴: 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 (𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴): 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗽
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He has him pinned against their bedroom door, hands slowly moving from their position on the door and finding their way into Eddie's soft, wavy hair, pulling down gently and forcing him to look up into his eyes. Eddie's grip on his shirt tightens as his soft brown eyes lock onto his, a small gasp escaping his lips at the sensation the gentle tug stirs within him. Richie smirks at this, breaking eye contact to lean down and whisper into his ear. "I've been waiting to get you alone all day baby."
Eddie shivers in response, the feeling of Richie's hot breath, and the predatory tone of his voice, adding to his already growing desire. He knows he needs to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a shaky and needy "Richie". He loosens the grip his right hand has on Richie's shirt and places it on the back of his boyfriends head, fingers tangling into black locks as he guides him away from his ear and to his neck, a silent plea he knows Richie will understand.
"What, no kiss hello? Straight to the action huh? Eds you horn dog!" He teases as he playfully nudges at his neck with his nose, giving his neck a quick peck before pulling away completely.
"Way to kill the mood idiot," Eddie groans as he pushes him away. He makes his way to their bed and lets himself fall back, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he closes his eyes in frustration. He feels the bed dip next to him as Richie lays down to snuggle up against his side, but makes no effort to move.
"Rough day at work Eds?" Richie asks gently as he attempts to soothingly run his hand up and down Eddie's chest, which only makes the other man groan in annoyance and reach out to grab it and hold it still. Eddie turns his head to face Richie, a tired look on his face that definitely wasn't there before, and stares back at him as he slowly raises one eyebrow. Richie knows that look. It's the ' don't ask stupid questions Richie ' look. "Right, stupid question. 12 hour shift today."
Eddie rolls his eyes as he turns his body toward Richie, placing his leg over his boyfriends hip, pushing down until he had him on his back and he was lying half on top of him, head on his chest. "Not only did I have to suffer through an exhausting 12 hour shift," He sighs as he closes his eyes, letting the thumping of Richie's heartbeat soothe him. "But then I come home to my boyfriend, who seems like he's more than willing and ready to put out, which by the way would have made me forget about my shitty day, only to ruin it by killing the mood." He can feel the way Richie's heartbeat picks up as he looks up at him. "What a fucking tease."
Before he knows it, Eddie finds himself on his back, arms held over his head and Richie hovering on top of him. "Oh baby, you're about to find out just how much of a tease I can be." He smirks at the way Eddie reacts, enjoying the way his eyes go wide as he cautiously takes in the man on top of him. He leans down to kiss him, pulling back the minute Eddie attempts to deepen it. He kisses the side of his jaw instead, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he slowly makes his way down to his neck. He takes a moment to breathe in Eddie's scent —a combination of his favorite cologne, sweat from an exhausting shift full of running around, and the slight smell of disinfectant and baby powder from the NICU— before he opens his mouth to begin slowly teasing his neck with his tongue.
"Richie," Eddie's voice is trembling slightly as he tries to form the words he wants to say. "Please, I need you." He tries to free his arms from Richie's grasp, making the other man tighten his grip. Richie quickly stops his slow ministrations on Eddie's neck and moves up to rest his forehead on the man below him, lips hovering mere centimeters from his.
