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Beverly threw her arms over Richie and Eddie as soon as they opened the door for her. “I missed you guys.”
“We saw you last weekend Bev.” Mike chuckled from behind them.
She unraveled from them, rolling her eyes on her way to greet the rest of the group. “But it’s been a minute since we’ve all been together.” Ben followed in behind her, a warm smile on his face. At last, all of the Losers were in one place again.
It was especially exciting to have Stan and Patty in the Tozier-Kaspbrak residence considering that they lived in Georgia. Beverly and Ben split their time between their house in California, her office in Illinois, and Ben’s farm in Nebraska, but Richie and Eddie got to see them frequently. They also saw Bill and Mike fairly often when they weren’t traveling the world for one of Bill’s book tours or Mike’s spur of the moment adventures. Richie and Eddie, surprisingly, were the couple who tended to lay low and stay put, which is why it made sense for them to host their little reunion.
They sometimes took vacations as one large group or gathered for birthday celebrations, but they convened just to hang out for once. Nothing grand, just drinking and relaxing by the pool and perhaps takeout at the end of the night. It was like they were kids again, flocking to either Richie or Bill’s house for a night of decompressing. They all needed time to unwind, especially Patty who was seven months pregnant.
“You’re a cruel man making her fly over here.” Eddie shook his head at Stan after eyeing his wife’s large baby bump.
“Would driving have been better?” He raised an eyebrow at him, circling an arm around her.
“Just move here, dummy.” Bev nudged him on her way toward the pool, where everyone was setting up towels and applying sunscreen before getting in. “Then we can all hang out whenever.”
“I don’t want to raise our child in Los Angeles.” He shrugged. “It’s full of pretentious assholes. And the city life is costly.”
“It doesn’t have to be LA, Staniel.” Richie stuck his tongue out at him. “Don’t you want the kiddo to have their Uncle Richie around?”
“Rural California does look nice, my love.” Patty grabbed her husband’s hand. “Maybe we could look into it a little bit more. We still have a couple of months.”
“Don’t encourage him, darling.” He kissed her temple, a ghost of a smile on his face.
“We’ll get you whether you like it or not.” Richie assured him, before jumping at the cold spray of sunscreen coating his back. “Fuck, Eds! A little warning would’ve been nice!”
“If I don’t do it, you’ll end up with a horrible tan line and patches of sunburn like last time.” He explained from behind him, setting down the bottle and using his hands to rub it in. “One in five Americans get skin cancer, it’s the most common cancer in the U.S.”
“I love when you talk about cancer statistics to me baby.”
Eddie held back a laugh, grateful that he was sitting behind him. “Isn’t it crazy?” He hummed, looking back at Patty. “Pretty soon we’re going to have a child in our group that isn’t you.”
“Ha ha, good one.” Richie snorted. “I’m going to get you for that.”
“You’ll just be proving my point.” He curled his hands over Richie’s broad shoulders, spraying a bit more sunscreen on them. Whether it was for added protection or just an excuse for him to keep touching him, not even Eddie could decipher. “Can you do your front, or do you need me to?” He asked, secretly hoping that Richie would let him.
“As much as I want to take you up on that offer, it’s really hard to hide a boner in swim shorts.” Richie laughed, turning his head. “I promise I’ll do a good job.”
Eddie rolled his eyes at his puckered lips but leaned in to kiss him anyway, arms wrapping around his midsection as best he could. If he thought any more about how broad Richie looked without a shirt, he would be the one having a hard time trying to hide his boner.
“Get a room!” Bill yelled from his floaty, his sunglasses shielding his suggestive eyes.
“Get your own pool!” Eddie snapped back, begrudgingly unlacing his arms from around his boyfriend. “Apply evenly.” He whispered in his ear.
“Yes, sweetie.” He cooed mockingly. Eddie flicked him on the side of his head and got up from their lawn chair. In retaliation, Richie stood up abruptly and scooped Eddie into his arms before he could walk too far. “Hey, remember when I said I’d get you for your cute little comment?”
“Richie, no.” Eddie wiggled in his arms, flailing his arms and kicking his legs. “Put me down!”
Richie didn’t seem phased by his efforts to escape his grasp. “Look who’s being a child now!”
“I will kill you!” But the threat was too late and he was soaring in the air over the pristine water before plummeting into it. He popped back to the surface immediately, wiping the water from his eyes. “Asshole!”
“Aw baby, I love you too.” Richie blew him a kiss as he sprayed the front of his chest generously. Eddie watched him with murder in his eyes, but the feeling of being lifted like he weighed nothing played in the back of his head. He knew that Richie was big and strong, but Eddie couldn’t even put up a fight. Thankfully the pool water was cool on his flushed skin.
“Do you two ever stop fighting?” Mike chuckled, dipping his head back in the pool so droplets trailed down his face when he picked it back up. “Should we call for a welfare check after we all leave?”
“Oh, they definitely won’t be fighting when we all leave.” Stan scoffed, smirking when Eddie glared at him. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong.”
“No he’s not.” Bev spoke up, a big sunhat on her head and her legs dangling into the pool where Ben was wading. She winked at him from behind her sunglasses. “Sorry Eddie.”
“Good luck getting invited back here.” Eddie crossed his arms, his face heating up. “Only Patty, Ben, and Mike are allowed next time.”
Stan shrugged while Bev feigned being appalled. Patty pumped her fist while Ben and Mike high-fived, and Bill looked genuinely disappointed for a moment. “No, no.” Richie pouted, hopping into the pool, tall enough that his shoulders stayed out of the water with no effort. “Nuestra casa es su casa. All of yas.” He promised, dragging Eddie closer to him. He was blocking the sun out of Eddie’s face and his big arms kept him afloat so Eddie didn’t attempt to push him away.
They all stayed in their little areas of the pool, catching up and sharing stories. It was hard for Eddie to focus on some of the conversations. He occasionally felt himself drifting away from the topic and melting against Richie’s chest where he was still pressed up against. He felt safe and secure, maybe even a little bit turned on. It was like Richie’s arms were swallowing him whole as they squeezed around him, and Eddie would’ve been fine if they ended up stuck that way forever. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
He didn’t hear whose idea it was, but Richie’s arms unraveled from around him to engage in a game of chicken fight like they often did when they were kids. Eddie, while smaller than most of their male friends, was rather strong. His most even competitor was Bill, who was easily hoisted onto Mike’s shoulders. Eddie was never the biggest fan of the game. As a kid he didn’t particularly enjoy being small and constantly volunteered to sit on anyone’s shoulders. But he found himself, now, anything but upset.
When Richie lifted him out of the water, Eddie felt perched like a delicate little bird on top of his broad shoulders. He anchored him, his hands grasping his thighs and holding him steady. It was hard to focus on anything but how secured yet dainty he felt raised up. Bill and Mike put up a good fight, but Eddie was able to shove Bill off of his shoulders in the end. They then faced Beverly and Ben, Bev also forcing Bill back into the water. Ben, also sturdy and tall, seemed to be just as good of an anchor as Richie.
“Have mercy on us, red.” Richie chuckled, lifting Eddie onto him and into the air once again.
“Yeah right.” She snorted. “No holding back.”
And she didn’t. Eddie found himself almost falling multiple times, but Richie’s big hands kept him seated and upright even at Beverly’s hardest pushes. She scratched at him a few times, which was certainly cheating, but Eddie wouldn’t budge under her attacks. Richie was big and strong, and holding Eddie up seemed like lightwork to him. It was painfully delightful, and Eddie threw himself off of his shoulders at Beverly’s next attempt.
“Hell yeah!” She cheered, patting Ben on the head as Richie helped Eddie out of the water.
“What the hell, Eds!” Richie scolded him, but he was smiling. He knew Eddie threw the match, but Eddie hoped he didn’t know why.
“Finally.” Stan groaned. “That went on for forever.”
“This game is rigged.” Bill mumbled. “I’m over the pool now.”
“If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d give you all a run for your money.” Patty snickered as she followed her husband and Bill out of the pool.
Ben, Mike, and Richie all took their time getting out. Eddie drifted behind them, sneakily cupping himself underneath the surface. His suspicions were right, and he was grateful he threw the match when he did. He was hard, fully and almost painfully. He tucked himself into the waistband of his swim shorts and followed the rest of the group out of the pool. He successfully thought of enough disgusting things to will his erection to rest as he dried off with his towel.
Against his usual wishes, they all decided to forgo showers. Instead, they draped towels along the hardwood and the cushions so they could spread out on the floor and the couch. After ordering takeout, it didn’t take long for the drinking to start. The group spent their time, eating, laughing, catching up on the smaller details of their lives, and playing a few drinking games. Eddie knew that he needed to mind how much he was drinking, but he was oblivious to the effect that a simple bottle of wine could have on it.
It started slow. He felt lighter and more relaxed at first, still able to engage in a full conversation with Ben and Mike. Then he began to laugh a little louder with Beverly and Patty. Then he was dancing with the other lightweights, Stan and Bill. And then he was touching Richie.
“Someone’s a little touchy.” Mike pointed out to the others, nodding to where Eddie was fully pressed up against Richie. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, obsessed with how big he was and how small Eddie felt sitting in his lap. Richie indulged him, allowing him to curl into him and invade every inch of his personal space.
“He looks like a Koala clinging to a tall tree.” Beverly teased, and soon they were all making comments. Most of them hinted at how Eddie fit perfectly in Richie’s lap. None of them helped Eddie simmer down in his wine drunk and riled up state.
He was unsure of how long they all stayed, and he was only half-aware of when they all left. But he was fully aware of Richie scooping him off of their couch to carry him off to their bedroom. “Looks like you had a little too much fun, Eds.” He grinned.
“Shut up.” Eddie huffed into his neck, easily relaxing in his arms. He used to hate being picked up as a kid, even by Richie. But now there was something about how easily he could do it that enticed him. Something about it that he loved. Eddie was strong, he knew this, but he felt helpless in Richie’s big arms. Maybe that’s the part he loved most, how he felt vulnerable or like a little ragdoll as Richie tossed him into bed and moved to tuck him in.
When he moved to pull away, Eddie refused. He pulled him on top of him without warning or grace, holding him close and relishing in the feeling of his weight crushing him. Richie made an endeared noise nonetheless, kissing the side of his face and allowing Eddie to hold him for a long moment.
“I love you.” Eddie breathed out, running his hands over Richie’s shoulders so he could memorize how broad they were.
“I love you too, Eddie baby.” He laughed lightly, pulling away to stare down at him. He looked at him softly, like he couldn’t believe he was there. It made Eddie’s heart squeeze. “But I need to go clean up or sober Eddie will yell at me tomorrow.”
“I’m sure you’ll talk your way out of it like always.” He hummed, moving one of his wandering hands to grip the back of his neck and pull him back down. He kissed him hungrily, hard and wanting. Richie gave in easily, abandoning his plan to clean up in favor of a sloppy make out. They went on until their lips were bruised, but nothing further. The abundance of wine made Eddie slip away from consciousness, and Richie’s weight soothed him towards deep sleep. Richie pet his hair as he shut his eyes. It was gentle and sweet but all Eddie could think about as he drifted off, other than how he should've showered first, is how his large hand palmed his head easily and how his body draped over him like a weighted blanket.
The idea crossed his mind that Richie could break him if he wanted to. It also crossed his mind that Eddie might just let him.
When he woke up in the morning, Richie was sadly no longer on top of him. Instead, he was sprawled out beside him with his lips parted and quiet snores emitting every once in a while. He watched him for a little bit as he often did when he woke before him. It was difficult for him to eventually drag himself towards their connected bathroom for a shower. He didn’t feel hungover, thankfully. But he did feel a tinge of a headache stalking him from a distance. Preemptively, he swallowed a few handfuls of cold water from the sink and took a single caffeine pill to ward it off.
He was unaware of how gross he felt until he stripped off his clothes, cringing at the rough texture of his skin and the pool smell it gave off. He scolded himself for not showering before bed, but resigned for a deep clean and the promise of changing the sheets afterward. The water felt good on his hot skin, still fevered from his reunion with his friends. He knew that they were half-joking when they teased his drunken state, but did they really perceive the size difference between him and Richie as he did?
Eddie could feel himself firming up just thinking about it. It was ridiculous how big Richie grew up to be. He was fairly tall when they were kids, but it really didn’t stand out until they were in high school. Memories flooded back to him time and again. Richie hit a growth spurt that seemed unfair to him at the time. Small Eddie Kaspbrak and his tall lanky friend Richie Tozier. His “protector” people called him, which bothered him back then. But now, not so much.
Eddie, no matter his size, had always been a fighter. He was always able to wrestle Richie onto the ground or kick his way out of his grasp. That was the thing. Richie, no matter how tall, was always thin and bony. Eddie wanted desperately to understand how he went from that to broad shoulders, large hands, thick torso… he was certainly hard now thinking about it.
He pushed the nagging thoughts to clean himself first out of his head in favor of wrapping a hand around himself. He exhaled a pent-up noise. It wasn’t the same as having Richie’s big hand around him, but it felt good nonetheless. He rested his forehead against the cool tiles of the wall and pumped himself slowly, conjuring up the image of Richie’s hand instead. Big and soft, perfect for getting him off. Forgetting that the owner of that hand was still very much in their house, a knock on the bathroom door startled him. “Yeah?” He forced out, ripping his hand away from him and focusing his eyes on the door.
Richie’s head popped in, blurred by the steam beginning to build up. “Can I join you?”
His glasses instantly fogged up and Eddie suppressed a laugh. “Sure.” He swallowed, debating on whether to come clean about his actions or play it cool. He watched Richie as he set his glasses down on the sink and quickly stepped out of his clothes. “We’re going to need to change the sheets. They’re probably disgusting.”
“I knew sober Eddie would yell at me.” He grinned, sliding open the glass door and closing it behind him. He immediately wrapped his arms around him, kissing the back of his neck lightly.
Eddie shivered. “I’m not yelling at you, jerk.”
“I know.” He laughed from behind him. “You calling me a jerk is far too nice.”
Eddie suppressed a whine when Richie squeezed him, his cock still hard. “You know,” He huffed out, deciding to go for it. “I was jerking off before you came in.”
Richie’s hold on his slowly loosened, a breath of hot air hitting Eddie’s ear. “Yeah?” He sounded amused and intrigued. “Did I interrupt you?” His breathing hitched when he blindly reached for Eddie’s cock, giving only a light touch before retracting his hand. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Kind of.” Eddie laughed through clenched teeth, mildly annoyed at Richie’s hesitation to touch him. “I was thinking about you, obviously.”
“I’m flattered that my boyfriend was thinking about me while jacking it.”
“You make everything so much less sexy.”
“Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, his grip around him tightening again. “Let me try again.” He cleared his throat, a hand snaking back to grab his cock again. “What were you thinking about that got you so worked up?”
His voice was lower and it made Eddie slightly weak in the knees. But Richie held him steady like he always did. His anchor. “I was thinking about your hands.” He admitted, too turned on to feel embarrassed by the confession. “And your shoulders. And you’re… body? All of you, I guess.”
“All of me?” Richie teased, pumping him slowly.
“Yeah.” He nodded, jaw tightening when Richie palmed over his sensitive head. “I like it all. How big you are all over.”
“How big I am?” He hummed, doing it again. “Is this about last night?”
Eddie could hear the smile on his face. He thought back to the teasing comments he was referring to. He nodded and then shook his head. “Kind of. But not just that. I’ve always felt this way I think. About us.”
“About us?”
Eddie wanted to smack him for being such a tease. “You know. You’re bigger than me. You always have been. Pretty sure I’ve always liked it.”
Richie sighed into his ear. He pushed himself closer, confirming to Eddie that he was just as riled up. “What do you want me to do, Eds?”
“Gee, I don’t know.” He clicked his tongue sarcastically. “Maybe fuck me? That part of you is pretty big too.”
“By part of me, you mean my monster cock. Right?”
Eddie held back a laugh, not wanting to indulge him. “See, you made this unsexy again.”
“Trust me, cutie.” He snickered. “This is still sexy.”
Richie opened him up hastily before pinning him against the tiled wall. The cold sent shocks through Eddie’s body, but nothing compared to the weight of Richie pressing him against the wall so he wouldn’t budge and entering him in a swift push. Richie fucked him there, holding him tightly so that he wouldn’t slip. Eddie had to stand on his tippy toes before Richie finally pulled out and picked him up. He crushed him back against the wall, and it didn’t take long before they were both finishing.
Luckily, neither of them slipped and cracked their heads open.
“Was that sexy enough for you?” Richie panted, carefully setting his boyfriend back onto his feet.
Eddie still had to lean on him for support. “See for yourself.” He scoffed despite his voice being shaky. He gestured to himself, softening under the continued cascade of water.
Richie, being the complete idiot that he is, dropped to his knees to be eye level with his spent dick. “I think I did good by you, Eddie baby.” He looked up at him as he took him into his mouth, lips curving upward at Eddie’s gasp.
“Fuck you.” He sputtered out, gripping a handful of Richie’s hair. He made it look effortless, taking him into his mouth entirely. Eddie was almost embarrassed about how much bigger Richie’s cock was compared to his. But it happened to work out since Eddie wanted nothing more to be railed by his boyfriend's monster dick for the rest of his life. And for that, he didn’t need to worry much.
***
What Eddie did need to worry about was Richie’s awareness of his newfound obsession over their size difference. Richie teased him about it every chance he got after they got out of the shower and continued to do so as they tag teamed changing the sheets on their bed.
Even as they prepared for date night, the comments continued. “Hey, do you think they’ll have a booster seat available for you?”
“I will kill you, Richie.” Eddie sighed, shaking his head. He didn’t regret opening up about his recent delight regarding their difference in size. He had a few tricks up his sleeve himself. He’d be able to even the score soon enough. But it would take some effort, seeing as Richie chose to wear his tightest fitting button-up. He filled it just enough to slightly strain the fabric and it hugged him in all of the right places. It was bound to drive Eddie up the wall as they sat in a public restaurant. Richie was well aware of this. They both were.
It started like any other normal restaurant date night for them. Deep conversation, corny jokes, playing footsie underneath the table like children. It always felt too fancy for them. But despite Eddie’s pleas to go to a normal establishment, Richie always went for the top. When Eddie opened the menu and saw how much a steak was, he almost fainted.
But Richie, like always, waved it off and insisted that they order whatever they wanted. They’d been through too much in life to not splurge on the finer things, so they did. Eddie listened to Richie rant about his newest gig while they ate premium steak and lobster. Mashed potatoes, linguini, steamed vegetables, and a bottle of Pinot Noir also hogged the table. Eddie felt liked he’d explode if he ate anymore. He watched Richie eat and mumbled more of his gripes with the new crew. He looked like he was stomaching it easily, but he’d always been able to.
“Mags says I need to get the calories in so I can stay big and strong.” He would say after pigging out at their lunch table. Two sandwiches, a few small juice boxes, and countless snacks.
“How do you not gain any weight eating like that!” Eddie would scrunch his nose. But times had changed, and Richie had gained weight. It suited him, the pudgy yet solid form of his torso and his meaty arms that Eddie loved so much. He found Richie’s voice drifting off even further into the background as he checked him out. Those big arms were straining against his shirt with every reach for the wine or another bite of food. He was so lost in thought thinking about one of the buttons on his shirt could burst any minute and unleash his broad chest. So lost, that he didn’t bother to scold Richie for talking with his mouth full.
“Paging Edward Kaspbrak.” He swallowed, waving his hands in front of Eddie’s face and snapping him out of his thoughts. “Am I boring you?”
“Sorry.” He felt only partially guilty.
“Are you daydreaming over there?” He feigned hurt, clutching at his chest. His big, gropable chest.
“You caught me.” He smiled. He debated on making an easy joke to change the topic, but this was his chance to even the score. “I was thinking about you busting out of your shirt.”
Richie looked surprised at his admission, but he recovered quickly. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.” He reached for his glass slowly and took a long sip. “I can’t stop thinking about earlier either. How strong you are, how you were able to take me however you wanted.” Richie blinked at him. His eyes quickly darted around the area they were in, almost like he couldn’t believe that Eddie was being so brazen out in public. “You like it too. Don’t you, Rich?” He continued. He kicked him gently underneath the table and looked at him with as much intensity as he could muster. “You like that you’re bigger than me. You always have.”
“Yeah.” Richie puffed out, shifting in his seat. “You’re compact, tight.” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. “Why are you doing this to me here? You’re going to give me a boner in this fancy-ass restaurant!”
Eddie bumped his leg again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. We’re just having a normal adult conversation.”
“Normal.” He exhaled a laugh before narrowing his eyes at him as if to say two can play at this game. “Fine. You’re absolutely right, Eds. I love that I’m bigger than you. Sometimes I want to stuff you in my pocket, you’re so cute cute cute.”
Eddie tried not to show how much that got to him, a discrete shiver racking through him. “I’m trying to be sexy, not cute.” But it’s partially a lie, and they both knew it.
Richie hunched over his side of the table so he could speak barely above a whisper. “You’re both. I think you’re fun-sized. Cute and sexy. You wanna know what I think is really cute and sexy?” Eddie nodded his head a little too enthusiastically for his liking and Richie grinned at him. “You have such a perfect cock. So cute, just the right size for your body. It’s the perfect mouthful for me and I love how I can fit my entire hand around you. So cute and so hot. I love it.”
Eddie loved it too. Loved how it took no effort for Richie to swallow him down to the base. Loved how his big soft hand could curl around the entirety of it. Which is why he could only be so embarrassed at how much smaller he was compared to Richie’s monster—
“Everything alright over here?” Their waitress stood above them with a cheery smile on her face.
“I think so.” Richie rested his cheek on his fist, one elbow anchored to the table. He smirked at Eddie with a satisfied look in his eyes, knowing he’d flipped the script on him.
“Everything’s been great.” Eddie cleared his throat, trying desperately to keep his voice from wavering or sounding mortified. He fumbled his wallet out of his pants and held out his card in a slightly trembling hand. “We’ll take the check, please. Thanks.”
Richie smiled up at her before winking at Eddie behind his wine glass. Eddie downed the rest of his and bounced his leg up and down. They needed to leave the restaurant immediately before being arrested for public indecency. As soon as she returned Eddie’s card, he was dragging Richie and the rest of the wine bottle out the doors and into their Uber. The ride back to their house lasted a lifetime, and Eddie felt like a ticking time bomb about to explode. He tried desperately to be respectful of their driver's car, but he was practically sitting on Richie’s lap.
They refrained from kissing, both of them fighting to control their heavy breathing as hands wandered underneath their jackets. “I want you to break me.” Eddie grunted in his ear. It was so low that he wasn’t sure if Richie would hear him. Luckily Richie’s breath hitched and he clasped a big hand over Eddie’s thigh, giving it a squeeze in acknowledgment. It was almost comical how fast they spilled out of the car, saying brisk thank yous and practically racing to their front door.
“I’m so hard, Eds.” Richie pressed against Eddie as he fumbled for the keys. It was very apparent that he was telling the truth. “You little gremlin, hurry up!”
“I’m fucking trying!” He hissed, plunging the key in and nearly toppling over the threshold. Richie caught him, laughing lightly before scooping him up and kicking the door closed behind him. “Jesus.”
“Is this what you wanted?” Richie clicked his tongue. “So cute. I could rock you to sleep later too if you want.”
Eddie didn’t dignify his remarks with any snarky comeback. He buried both hands in his hair and tugged him down harshly. Richie made a pained noise into his mouth, but the kind that was laced with a hint of desperation. “Room.” Eddie sounded like he was begging. “Room, Richie.”
Richie made it down the hallway in record time, shouldering open their bedroom door before dumping his smaller boyfriend onto the bed. He crawled on top of him and kissed him like he needed it to live. Eddie pawed at his chest, undoing as many buttons as he could with Richie on top of him. He wanted him to get out of his clothes but also hated the idea of him having to pull away. Thankfully he was able to read Eddie’s mind and tugged at the remaining buttons so he could shrug the tight-fitting fabric off of his shoulders.
Eddie immediately reached for them, nails biting into the exposed skin as he squeezed. Richie hovered over him and Eddie loved how small it made him feel. He took both sides of Eddie’s shirt and pulled them apart. Buttons sprayed everywhere and Eddie scolded him with a small laugh.
“Seriously?”
“I’m not sorry.” Richie grinned down at him. They tore the rest of their clothes off in record speed, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. He pressed Eddie into the mattress, letting his weight sink them both further into the soft foam. Eddie purred underneath him. He squirmed as best as he could but it was no use. He was thrilled by that.
“Rich.” He tried his best to arch into him. “Wanna blow you.”
“Fuck.” Richie bucked against him, knocking the wind out of him. “Yeah?”
Eddie was lost for words, only able to nod. Richie kissed him hard, almost painfully, before scrambling off of him to stand at the foot of the bed. He’d been hard since they started, and Eddie took note of how red and angry his cock looked bobbing against his stomach. He crawled over to him and laid on his stomach. He grinded against the mattress, sighing at the pressure. His hand was shaking as he reached for him. Richie’s head fell back at the contact, making a garbled noise in his throat.
Eddie stroked him a few times before shimmying closer. He gave a tentative lick, spurred on by the spurt of precum he was rewarded. Richie curled his fingers through his hair and gave a little tug when Eddie took more of him into his mouth. “God damnit, Eddie.” He grunted, sinking his teeth into his lip while he watched.
Eddie closed his eyes in concentration. He focused on breathing through his nose and swirling his tongue around like he knew he liked. It took a lot of skill, a talent that Eddie had to work at to get him deep into his mouth. Even now, after doing it so many times, he struggled to push further down. Richie stretched his lips wide and forced his mouth so agape that he was afraid he’d have lockjaw.
“You always try to take it all, even though it’s too much for you.” Richie grumbled, his nails scratching against Eddie’s scalp. “Greedy.” Eddie opened his eyes to look up at him, making a sound around him when their eyes locked. “Eddie, baby. Fuck, you gotta stop.” He tugged at his hair and pull his mouth off of him. Eddie’s jaw already ached, but he didn’t have time to worry about it.
Richie was already spinning him around and forcing him back onto his stomach. He held him there firmly as he kissed just above his tailbone. Eddie clutched the sheets tightly and let out a muffled moan as Richie spread him open. He blew a hot breath over his hole and licked a flat stripe over it. Eddie fought to press back against him but Richie’s hands had an iron grip on each cheek, keeping him pressed against the mattress. Eddie was pinned still as Richie slipped his tongue inside of him. Eddie always enjoyed being eaten out, but having all movement restricted made it even better.
Richie’s grunts and slurping noises were obscene and Eddie felt himself slowly adding to the growing puddle of precum where he was trapped against the mattress. He rutted against it as best as he could, desperate for any relief. “Richie. Shit— ” He gripped the sheets so tightly his fingers were beginning to lose feeling.
Richie carried on despite his little pleas. He licked and prodded at him until he was sufficiently open. Giving Eddie a light smack, he pulled away from him and dragged him closer by his hips. Eddie fell pliant when he teased his hole, a dopey grin blessing his face. Richie paused to add a dollop of lube to himself, the sound of wet strokes making them both groan. He pressed against him again, lining up and pushing into him at a moderate pace.
“Big.” Was all Eddie could muster, his face buried into the sheets as Richie filled him completely.
Richie chuckled behind him before withdrawing, only to snap his hips back. He fucked into him faster, the sound of slapping skin increasing with each bruising thrust. “You’re perfect, baby.” He moaned. “Perfect fit for me.”
Eddie babbled after each drive, clawing at the pillows by his head. He still couldn’t move, not well enough to give himself any relief. He felt like he’d lose his mind. But Richie could read him better than anyone. It was almost like their thoughts were in sync always. He manhandled Eddie onto his knees, hauling him up and slipping out of him. He flipped him onto his back and pushed his legs up, not giving him much time before slotting between his thighs and sliding back in. He looked down at Eddie with slightly fogged glasses that were beginning to slip down his nose. He gripped Eddie’s waist tightly, his hands big enough to clutch around him excellently.
“Kiss me.” Eddie begged, his voice quiet and strained. Richie obliged him, hunching over to reach his lips. The change in angle made Eddie squeak into his mouth, but Richie swallowed it hungrily. Eddie tried his best to encircle his arms around him, but he was barely able to wrap them fully around his shoulders.
Big. He thought again. It was all so delicious, each thought and feeling made his aching cock leak more onto his stomach. Big shoulders above him, big hands on his hips, big tongue in his mouth, big dick in his ass. He needed a hand on him soon or he was certain he would cry.
He attempted to snake a hand between them to grab himself, but Richie separated from his lips and caught his wrist. He brought it up to his lips to press a soothing kiss that was in stark contrast to the force of his thrusts. He pinned the arm above Eddie’s head before grabbing the other one and doing the same. He held both wrists down with one hand, his other lightly tracing his tensing stomach muscles, just above his pleading cock.
“Richie, please.” He whimpered, thrashing underneath him but unable to overpower him. He felt his eyes well up, desperate for release.
“Sh. Don’t fight it.” Richie hushed him before decidedly taking pity on him. “Just take it, Eds. So good at taking it.” Keeping Eddie pinned with one hand, he used his other to finally grab him. He stroked him in time with his erratic thrusts and Eddie felt tiny in his huge hand. It was just what he wanted, what he needed, for him to unleash onto his own chest.
Richie followed suit, pulling out of him and huffing as he unloaded onto Eddie’s chest and added to the mess. He collapsed on top of him, not bothering to avoid any of it. Eddie was once again pressed into the mattress, both of them sinking into it with their dead weight.
So big. He thought again, but this time it wasn’t feverish or driven by mind-consuming horniness. It was soothing, the weight resting on top of him as they caught their breath together. Eddie weakly reached for his glasses and tugged them off, kissing his forehead lightly where he laid his head against his shoulder. Richie made a sound of gratitude, still too exhausted to speak. Eddie knew that he’d have to bother him eventually so that they could wash up and replace the sheets, but he let Richie come down from his high and relax into him for the time being.
Eddie held him for a while and combed his fingers through his hair to settle him. He might not be as big as his boyfriend, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be his anchor in return.