by: sevlinripley
(change this one from dom eddie to dom richie soz)
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The door squeaked open, weather-stripping rubber shucking along the cement step before Richie heard food steps descending the stairs, and the door fall, heavily, back into place. "I'm under the car, Eds," Richie said, throwing his voice out so Eddie could hear him. He was certain it need not be said, because if Richie wasn't under the hood, he was usually under the entire thing. He had a light on the opposite side, pointing up at the undercarriage so he could see what he was doing.
Eddie made a small noise in response, but Richie was quick to add, "Hey, can you hand me something if I describe it to you?"
Having found the can of spray Richie needed, Eddie pulled the extra creeper closer to the car with his foot before lying on it, chest-down. He handed Richie the WD-40 and bit into the side of his lower lip as he rest his cheek over his folded arms. "Daddy," Eddie asked, soft, a small smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth, belying the tone of his voice.
It punched some of the air from Richie's lungs, and had him pausing over the task.
So it was going to be that kind of day...
Swallowing thickly, Richie said, rough, "One second, angel..." He didn't want the sound of the spray interrupting Eddie, and he didn't want to accidentally spray the nuts and bolts where he intended to use rubberized spray, instead. Typical springtime maintenance that Richie could do with his eyes closed, but, already, his body was trying to distract him.
Working section by section, it took a minute for him to finish the part of the truck he was on. At least he found a good stopping point, so that he could return and finish the project later. Richie turned his head to the side, giving Eddie a soft smile, and set the can down, which let Eddie know he could speak again. Eddie who, in Richie's peripheral, had been shifting his hips against the edge of the creeper, catching Richie's breath and making him bite into his tongue so he could continue focusing as his blood started rushing in his ears.
Cheeks slightly flushed, Eddie bore his eyes into Richie , and said, hurtling his voice into a huffy whine, "I'm bored."
Ah. Yeah, Eddie was bored. Often. It still made Richie smile around a laugh. "Well, did you try reading a book...?"
Eddie rolled his eyes before rolling over onto his side, fist propping him up against the side of his head, arm stretched out, revealing the long line of his hardening cock trapped beneath the fabric of his sweats. Richie dropped his head back at the sight, looking up at the carriage, grateful when Eddie used a completely lack-luster voice to say, "And make myself even more bored? Great idea, pops." He had to bite back a laugh at 'pops', shaking his head against his own creeper, as Eddie stuck a foot out, calling Richie's gaze back his way.
Sucking in a deep breath, Richie looked, and wrapped his hand around Eddie's ankle from underneath. Then, already expecting an excuse, offered, "Take your bike out, then."
"Too hot," Eddie said, reaching out with his long arm to grab at Richie's thigh, using his hold, and Richie's along his ankle, to pull himself closer so that he could rub the side of his face against Richie's jean-clad knee. He trailed his hand up the in-seam of Richie's leg, before feeling at him with the base of his palm. Smirking wider, and dropping his eyelids in a pretty flutter at Richie's sharp intake of breath.
Despite his bullshit of an answer - the weather being damn near perfect for a bike ride - Richie rubbed his lips together, before tilting his head up to look into Eddie's eyes more clearly, and said, playful, "Fine; I give. How can daddy help you, baby?"
Grinning wide, having won, Eddie continued feeling over the crotch of Richie's pants, dipping his finger tips under the flap to run over the zipper with his nails. "I want you to fuck me on the coffee table. We haven't done it there yet."
Eyes narrowing slightly, Richie drew his other hand up to lay over the back of Eddie's nearest hand, thumb finding the sensitive skin of his inner wrist, enjoying the way Eddie's skin twitched under his gentle touch. "...I think your knees'll hurt if we do that."
With a hum of appreciation over Richie's protectiveness, Eddie laid his cheek over Richied's knee and let his eyes fall closed, momentarily stilling and letting himself feel close. His voice was lower when he said, finally, "'m hoping to be too distracted to notice."
A resigned huff later, Eddie agreed, letting go of Richie's wrist and ankle, then pushed Eddie's creeper away so that he was no longer half-under the truck, and able to get up. Then, Eddie grabbed Richie's hand and pulled him out from underneath too. Eddie rose up on his toes, slightly, once they were both standing, and pressed a kiss to the underneath of Richie's jaw. Richie turned Eddie around, after, and shoved his hands in the back pockets of Eddie's grey sweatpants, and guided him inside the house that way, giving a squeeze as soon as they reached their destination and he had to pull away.
Once inside, Eddie began to undress in their bathroom, washing his face and running a warm washcloth over his body; he'd already showered, but knew Richie would prefer he do some extra detail work after having been in the garage. Richie, himself, hopped into their shower, scrubbing the oil and salt from his skin and hair, while Eddie left to finish getting ready in the bedroom.
When Richie emerged from the bathroom, towel loose around his hips, Eddie was already gone. He took one more look around the empty room as he stretched his body and swung his towel up onto the bed, before double-checking that Eddie already had the lube from their bedside table.
On, into the living room, Richie paused, smiling to himself wryly when he noticed that the contents of the coffee table had been swept to the floor in Eddie's wake. He drew in a long-suffering breath as he came around to where Eddie was already on his hands and knees, and crouched down before him, ignoring the way his cock twitched for , in favor of taking Eddie's chin between thumb and finger, pulling him closer for a kiss before giving his admonishment. "Someone made an unnecessary mess, I see."
Eddie's eyes glazed over slightly, and he nodded his head as much as he could within Richie's grip. "I'll clean it later," he said, words coming out stiff as he tried to move his mouth, eyes going darker when, towards the end, Richie slipped his thumb into the corner of Eddie's mouth.
"You most certainly will," Richie agreed. He held Eddie's mouth open as he stood, and slid his semi-erect cock into the warmth there. Eddie keened as the weight of it pushed back along the length of his tongue, until his nose was pressed into the soft underside of Richie's belly.
Reflexively, he swallowed around Richie, but not all the way, with Richie still holding his mouth open the way he was. He drew in a breath through his nose as he realized what Richie was doing. Keeping him still with fingers bent around the underneath of his jaw, warming himself with Eddie's mouth until he got harder.
Enjoying the way Eddie would habitually swallow around him, over and over. He stroked through Eddie's hair with his other hand, giving gentle tugs every now and then, mid-swallow, taking in Eddie's choice of clothing, down his freckled back, and disappearing passed his ass. He smelled of pretty, deep-noted perfume, lightly misted over his body. "You smell nice, princess. Is that the perfume I bought for you for your birthday?" Eddie nodded as much as he could, blushing sweetly. "You're trying to impress me, huh?" Eddie laved his tongue with more intent in response, eyes blown open, desperately hoping for incoming praise. "It's working, baby. But you know, you smell good without it too. Remember that time I didn't let you cum for two weeks, and then I finally took your cage off, and let you hump me?"
Shuddering, Eddie nodded, pressing forward to drop his cheek to Richie's forearm. Richie bit into his lip at the cuteness of it, before continuing softly, voice gravelly and warm, "Remember how desperate and hot you got, burying your pretty little face into my neck? You smelled so good to daddy, then, too. I wanted to keep you that desperate forever. Keep my sweetheart needy and close. Remember how focused you were on getting off? It was the most I'd ever seen you pay attention to one thing. You just let me hold you, chest to chest, and pet your hair as you tried to figure out how to cum, not even caring if my boxers were too rough on your pretty, red cock. Remember, baby?"
Eddie'd swallowed, hard at Richie's words, eyes falling closed as he tried to nuzzle closer into the round, softness of Eddie's belly. Richie, who finally found himself hard enough to pull out, after he'd smoothed his palm back, and picked up the black strap of Eddie's lacy waistline, testing the stretch of it before letting it snap back into place, and heard Eddie moan around him, slobber finally dripping helplessly out the corner of his mouth, where Richie had his thumb hooked.
Slowly, he withdrew from Eddie's mouth, cheeks tinging pink as Eddie's saliva stretched from mouth to cock, then fell to the glass tabletop. He moved his thumb over, till the pad was pressed flush against Eddie's tongue and guided his chin up, to close, so Eddie could suck fully around it, before he pulled it out and ran his wet thumb along Eddie's cheekbone. Beautiful brown eyes staring up at him from under black eye lashes.
The hand not caressing Eddie's face stretched back, fingers spread, up into Eddie's hair, gently tugging his eyes up to meet Richie's more squarely. "Hey, baby... I'm serious about your knees. What if we got you some nice pillows and I fucked you on the floor, instead?"
Eddie, despite the flush of rose beneath his freckles, smiled as though he were winning some secret game. "You really worried about me?" Richie winked at him, slowly beginning to nod his head in response as he bowed down, their noses almost touching. Eddie's breath caught sweetly as Richie's gaze burrowed into him.
"I'm always worried about you, sweetheart. Besides, I like it better when I'm the one hurting you. Don't you agree?" Richie breathed across Eddie's wet lips, and Eddie went cross-eyed with the temptation to lean forward, eyelids falling, in want of a kiss. "Baby?"
Blinking, Eddie swallowed harshly, and looked back into Richie's eyes, smothering the desire to act of his own accord with an eagerness to please Richie. "I - yes but... I wanted to Christen the table," Eddie said, furrowing his brows in concern of his plans.
Eyes flashing dark, Richie finally allotted Eddie the kiss he'd so clearly desired, and felt Eddie heave a sigh of relief against his mouth as their soft lips met. He pet Eddie's hair back again, fingers coming down to take Eddie's chin and hold him steady as he stretched his back erect once more. "I think I have another way we can take care of it, okay?"
Craning his neck in piqued interest Eddie flexed his palms against the glass, the tops of his toes pressing in as well, as Richie stroked down his neck. "Tell me? Pretty please?"
"All I get is a basic pretty please? Mm... No, not worth it," Richie said, smirking as he finally dropped his hands from Eddie's heated face, and took a step back toward the couch with it's cushions. He turned to gather them up in one armful before throwing them to the ground, steadily ignoring Eddie's crest-fallen expression.
"Pretty please, with cherries on top?"
Richie licked out at his lip, before biting into it, turning a growing smile on Eddie, who was still patiently awaiting instruction to move. "A much better offer! I'll think about it... But come get on the floor so I can see how well you got ready for me." He hummed appreciatively, watching Eddie turn, backing off of the coffee table, watching the flex of tan thighs. And pumped his spit-slick cock with his slightly calloused hand as Eddie then splayed himself before Richie, ass facing Richie, knees digging easily into the pillows laid out for him.
Even Eddie could admit that while he'd wanted to feel the tender bruising of being fucked somewhere new, this felt much better, and his hips were immediately more relaxed. Would be more open to Richie. And, without the threat of slipping on smooth glass, Eddie'd be more easy to handle as Richie saw fit.
"You got your hole all nice and wet for me, didn't you?" Richie asked, voice going rough around the edges, seeing the sheen to either side of the thong prettily separating Eddie's cheeks, where his hole was currently hidden from sight. He knelt behind Eddie gingerly and settled between Eddie's legs. Then let his hands grasp at Eddie's sides, feeling his ribs there, as he canted his hips upward, grazing his cock against Eddie's ass. Eddie's body went taut on a sharp breath sucked in, head dipping down as he spread his knees wider, to the edges of the cushions and dropped to his elbows.
A beautiful silken bow sat at Eddie's tail bone, and two strings of beads cascaded down from its sides, curving around the middle of each each cheek to meet at the bow in front, Richie'd just barely gotten a glance of. Richie let his cock graze over the fabric of the lingerie again, slow, and self-teasing, as he scratched lightly, red lines into Eddie's skin, saying, "You look so pretty, baby... Sure you want me to fuck you? Or do you want daddy to invite his friends over to show them what a good boy I have? You want me to show you off?" Of course, his friends were Eddie's friends, also. The knowledge of which he was certain would make Eddie even more keen on the idea. Always the exhibitionist, up for giving a show.
"Yes," Eddie said, thoughtlessly, rolling his forehead along the back of his forearm as his cock twitched. "Both. Daddy, please?"
Richie drew his eyes up the expanse of Eddie's downward arched back, up to where the soft, brown hair brought out the freckles on his tan back. His hands dragging down to Eddie's hips, holding him still as he ground his hips more insistently into Eddie's crack, one hand dipping to Eddie's front, he teased, "Well we could... but you know they're all still at work, baby. It could take hours, and it's short notice. We might even have to wait until the weekend. You wanna wait 'til then?" All while stroking Eddie's cock over black satin panties.
Shivering into Richie's touch, Eddie began his reply with an, "Uh..." that sounded punched out of him. An indecisive but desperate, "No. Fuck me. Fuck me," followed quickly after, as Eddie circled his hips down into Richie's palm.
Gently chastising, he removed his hand from Eddie's front, bringing it around to tease at his back instead. He was smirking, despite the chiding tone in which he said, "Try again, baby." And ran his finger under the thong, knuckle dragging sweetly at Eddie's hole, while simultaneously caressing the underside of his own cock with the drag of fabric.
Over and over as Eddie's breath hitched further and he finally whined out a muffled, "Fuck me, daddy. Please, fuck me," towards the floor, lips slick from licking out at them, entranced by Richie's prudent motions and all the ways in which he could be feeling more in that moment. "Want you so bad. Been thinking 'bout your cock since last night."
Richie swallowed back the want curling dark in his eyes and warm down his chest to the tip of his leaking cock, satisfaction tempering it just enough to keep calm as he recalled exactly what Eddie was talking about.
It'd been dark, the middle of the night upon them, when Richie woke up, cock hard between his thighs, and a hum resting below the surface of his skin, hinting at the dream he'd left behind too early. He'd sighed out, frustrated, and buried his face deeper into Eddie's neck, throwing a leg over his boyfriend's waist, pushing the head of his dick into Eddie's sharp hip bone. Had woken Eddie up, with bare, circling movement and hot panting breaths against his collar bones. Eddie blearily clutching at Richie's back, and pulling him closer out of sleepy confusion had brought a deep moan from Richie's chest, rumbling, as he hitched his hips with clearer intent biting at Eddie's neck when he'd rasped out Richie's name, sexy and still unaware he was being used to take the edge off - or perhaps racket it up just a notch. Richies's bite had caught Eddie's cock up at least, as it began to thicken up against Richie's thigh. Richie'd made him turn over onto his stomach, cock trapped within the ridges of their slept-in sheets, and had climbed up onto Eddie's back, holding Eddie around the chest as he varied between humping the divot of Eddie's spine, and his ass until he was biting into the meat of Eddie's shoulder and cumming between his cheeks, then kissing sweetly at the sweaty curls at the nape of Eddie's neck and thanking him before promptly falling asleep half on top of Eddie's back, leaving Eddie to desperately, carefully hump into the bed, trying to let Richie rest, while wanting to cum, himself.
Petting at Eddie's side, Richie leaned forward to kiss Eddie's back, saying, "Alright, sweetheart. But remind me, why does daddy fuck you?"
"Because you -" Eddie paused, withholding a whine in his throat as Richie chose that moment to turn his finger, into Eddie's slick, pink hole, and begin fingering him, pressing down as he moved in and out, making Eddie feel it in waves as he moved across his prostate. "Love me," he finished, closing his eyes and taking a deep, unsteady breath in.
"And?" Richie asked, adding a second finger easily, palm circling over Eddie's angular ass cheek, beneath the string of beads, before pushing outward, stretching Eddie's hole as he quickly, unceremoniously added a third finger, straight after.
"Because I'm yours."
"That's right. You are mine; always have been; always will be," Richie answered, warm and proud. Then, he slipped his fingers out, only to slip under the cloth of the satin panties, to drag up the hard length of Eddie's cock, teasing, wet with lube, at Eddie's head with all three fingertips. He grinned, smug, as Eddie humped into them, a rough groan slipping from his throat. Richie looked Eddie over as he did this, looking at the way the tendons at Eddie's knees went tight, his thighs flexing, knees pushing deeply into the cushion of the pillows. And slipped his fingers out from Eddie's lingerie completely to tap at the side of his hips. "Hey. You're gonna wear a hole in your pretty tights, pumpkin... Let daddy take them off for you."
Letting his head turn up at that, Eddie looked back at him, askance and a little put out. Richie knew he'd wanted to be the whole package for him, and he'd dressed up beautifully. But it wasn't worth ruining the outfit. Richie smirked at him, and the cute line between his brows as he left his knees buried in the pillows in slight defiance. "Well baby, if you weren't so fucking desperate, I wouldn't have to worry. But you shoulda seen the way you were straining your legs when I was petting your cock. It's not my fault you're such a slut."
Smiling triumphantly as Eddie fell back down into his arms with a heave of his chest, ass being pushed back until the curve of Richie's cock settled nicely in-between, Richie smoothed his palms over the softness of the tights. Till he couldn't reach anymore, then back up, to the garters, to unhook them so that when he had Eddie lift his legs, one at a time, he could easily roll the tights down, and off.
"Want to know my idea for the coffee table, baby?" Richie asked, setting the white tights off to the side, and slipping a finger underneath the strip of thong over Eddie's hole, before pulling it to the left. Eddie nodded his head, hair rising and falling off of his back, as Richie pressed the head of his cock there, dipping in just slightly, to tease. Richie, himself, hissed at the pressure, how good it felt. Along with it, came the temptation to sheath himself all at once. But he resisted, merely rocking in and out in shallow little thrusts, hand holding himself steady, as he answered. "I'm thinking maybe I'll get some cuffs so that I can attach your pretty little wrists to your thighs, Eds. You'd like that right? Being so close, yet not being able to touch yourself?" Eddie keened his approval, hips shifting back in an attempt to take more of Richie in. "Hey, hey, hey," Richie said, hushing him, a hand going to his hip to still him. "Sweetheart... Who's taking care of you?"
The gulp that came before forcing the word out of his mouth was audible, when Eddie answered, "You."
"You betcha. So I decide when and how I want to fuck you, right princess?"
Eddie nodded his head fervently, although Richie wasn't altogether sure he actually agreed with the sentiment, considering he was willing to break the rules but a second earlier. Still, Richie was proud of him, happy he wanted Richie's cock so badly, that he was so eager for it. Smoothing his hand soothingly up Eddie's side, Richie finally thrust all the way in, bringing Eddie's ass flush to his hips. "Better?" he asked, remaining still, and planted.
"Yes," Eddie whined, to the floor.
"Good. Now let me finish what I was saying or I'll go back and finish up with the car."
Richie licked his lips, already shaking his head with an amused smile when he heard Eddie huff out a snort of a laugh at that. "What, are you gonna fuck the exhaust pipe or something?" Eddie asked, voice easily less wrecked than before, throat coated with comedic urge, Richie guessed. 'The show must go on, even if there's a cock in my ass.'
Smacking his side playfully, Richie let loose his grin and ground his hips against Eddie's. "Yeah, well don't even pretend you wouldn't pay a million bucks to see that, and jerk off to it."
Eddie shrugged one shoulder up, mouth hanging open slightly as he thought about it. "Okay, probably, but -"
"You'd be jealous, too, I bet. 'That was supposed to be me...' My pretty, whiny boy, who needs to be the center of attention... The threat still stands; you gonna listen, or not?" Silence answered, and he knew Eddie didn't have the grounds to deny it. On the other hand, Richie knew Eddie was probably fully aware Richie'd wanna see him getting off, in equal measure, even without a gimmick. "That's what I thought. Maybe just to be safe I should get you a gag to plug up that mouth of yours, too, huh?" Richie smiled around a laugh as Eddie nodded in total agreement, despite the fact they both knew Richie very much liked Eddie's mouth, and would be hard-pressed to keep Eddie gagged for longer than a few minutes.
Leaning down, Richie folded his chest down over Eddie's back, wrapping his arms around the curve of Eddie's belly, and laid his cheek to the warmth there. "Baby," Richie started, still buried deep inside Eddie, before turning his mouth to give a tiny kiss to a patch of freckles near Richie's ribs. His hands slid up to find Eddie's nipples, grazing over them, non-committal as he finished explaining his idea to 'Christen' the coffee table.
"Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna have you lie on your back, on the shelf of the coffee table, like it's a glass-case exhibit at a museum. And I'm gonna bind your wrists to your thighs, and your ankles to the legs of the table. And then I'm gonna strap a little vibrator to just underneath," Richie continued, leaving one hand to pinch at Eddie's nipple, while the other moved back down to pet at Eddie's panties, "The head of your cock, baby. And I'm gonna leave you like that, while I host a party for a few hours. Don't you think you'll be pretty for everyone, leaking all over yourself? Having your pleas for someone, anyone to touch you fall flat, because they're all just enjoying themselves, and enjoying watching you get nothing but teased, minute after minute?"
"Daddy," Eddie puffed out, as Richie came to a pause, fingers tracing purposefully over the spot he intended to tease Eddie in his scenario, "Daddy, please, I'm so hard!" Eddie's whines were so delicate, angled back so Richie could perfectly hear them, even with his ear pressed comfortably into Eddie's back, almost appearing sleepy compared to his pent-up, vibrating-with-energy boy. "Please fuck me, I -"
Richie was quick to hush him, pulling his fingers away from the spot of precum he'd allowed to form on Eddie's lingerie, and away from his sore nipples, back to his hips as he sat upright. "Okay, baby, it's alright," Richie told him, sliding out slowly enough to give Eddie time to relax into the idea that he was finally getting what he wanted. Before giving a hard thrust back in, to make Eddie really feel it. Punctuating the idea, before setting the pace to somewhere in-between, so that he could still talk to Eddie, have Eddie coherent enough to respond.
The more Eddie got to hear emphasis on who was fucking him, who was in charge, the better taken care of he felt. Which was, after all, the point.
If they wanted to, Eddie could likely be denied an orgasm for an entire year, and still feel he'd been coddled and watched over. More so, actually.
They'd discussed such a possibility a few times. Casually enough that Eddie didn't blush to death, but seriously enough that he felt heard by the end of it, even though they had yet to put any kind of plan into action. For now, it was enough just to be taunted with the idea of such a long period of chastity, or even shorter-term denial. But if ever the effect wore off, and Eddie felt he needed more of Richie's time - hands constantly, metaphorically, wrapped around Eddie's wrists, keeping him from touching himself, essentially holding Eddie in an embrace close enough that Eddie couldn't get that kind of relief until Richie released him - well... He'd say so. Even if it was by way of a note he'd written over the Funnies in the newspaper one morning at breakfast, because he was too wound-up about it to ask aloud.
Eddie let out a cry of alleviation as Richie finally began rocking into him, steady and there, calloused fingers digging gingerly into his waist, over lace and beads. "Thank you, thank you," Eddie breathed out bowing his chest closer to the ground as he cradled the arch of his nose into his forearm.
"You're welcome, baby," Richie said more soft and warm, in line with the coil of warm that spread from his heart, to his pelvis, as he pet at Eddie's hips. "Say it again, Eds... Tell me who loves you, sweetheart."
"You do, daddy." Richie swallowed at the quietness of it, pursing his lips and straining his ears to hear the rest of it, what he'd taught Eddie to say. All of the words, the very important words, all at once... "You love me."
"That's right, baby, more than anything. You need to hear that a lot don't you, Eds? Need lots of people to love you... Have their eyes on you. Before we take care of the coffee table, when I do invite my friends over, I'll have you naked, on your hands and knees for me the whole night. So they can see how hard I make my baby, how well you listen to me," Richie told him smoothing his hands down to curve over the tops of Eddie's thighs. He could feel them tense every time the head of his cock brushed over Eddie's prostate, then deeper, when Eddie would let out soft, satisfied little sighs. "And if I tell you to touch yourself, show them how wet your pretty cock gets, what're you gonna do?"
"I -" Eddie sucked in a little breath before actually finding his voice, then answered, "I'll sit back on my calves, so they can see, and I'll touch my cock for you. But I won't cum."
"Mhm," Richie said, throat tight with the image of it. Having Eddie be so open and vulnerable in front of all of their friends. His small, beautiful boy on display... Getting high off the attention and so turned on, for all of them to see. "Because who decides when you cum?"
"You, daddy."
"And what's going to happen when you get close, angel?" His own cock twitched at the surprised moan Eddie let out as Richie grasped the lower curls of Eddie's hair, barely pulling, as his other hand kept steady on Eddie's hip.
With a soft, satisfied sigh, Eddie let his head be pulled up from where he'd been resting against his arms, and licked out his lips as he worked his answer out, on edge, "I'll tell you. So I can get permission to stop touching myself. So I don't break the rules." He tried not to break the rules too often. Always tried to be obedient and even if he knew he wouldn't be able to listen, he made Richie very aware of that fact.
Richie rolled his hips, deep, against Eddie's as he pulled tendrils of hair tighter between his fingers, and back. "You're going to tell just me?"
"No - no, daddy. I'll tell all of them. Everyone, that I'm so close, and that I can't cum without you. So they see how well you taught me." The first few times Eddie broke his daddy's rules, before they knew each other's bodies well enough, he hadn't been able to warn Richie. The punishment for breaking Richie's rules, then, hadn't been worse necessarily. No, but they'd discovered that if Eddie told Richie that he sincerely couldn't help himself, despite Richie's wishes, Richie would practically baby Eddie through his punishments. Hold him throughout, pet his hair, tell him how good he was taking it. It was near therapeutic, and Richie could see it. See the way his sweet boy would try to cling to him, no matter his position, let out dim little tears from gorgeous eyelashes, and wrecked sobs around helpless 'I love you's. Which is why it wasn't surprising when Eddie followed up with, "Would you let me stop, daddy?"
"Yeah, baby. This time, I'd let you stop. You know why?"
"Mm-mm."
"Cause then you're going to stand up, and go to each one of my friends so they can put their hand around your cock and feel how hard I keep you." The groan that fell out of Eddie's mouth at that was deep and rocky, head dropping forward, against the pull of Richie's hand in his hair. Richie grinned, eyes bright as he rocked forward harder like that sound was some sort of secret password. Reached his hand down and over Eddie's tightened stomach, to slip over Eddie's satin-covered cock, just barely giving Eddie something to grind against toward his base.
It was a whine that came out, just after the groan, wiry and needy, "But daddy, that's your cock." Underneath it, the clear and distinct arousal, Richie could hear how much Eddie needed to be reassured that what he said was the truth.
He was quick to provide it, letting loose of Eddie's curls incrementally so that Eddie wouldn't snag himself with tangles, and pet halfway down his spine, and then to his side, to cup him along his chest, palm warm against Eddie's nipple. "Aw, I know, angel. Your cock is mine, baby, don't worry. They're not gonna do anything but hold it for a minute. Then after that, should we show them your hole, sweetheart? Should I let them feel you with their fingers, so they know what they can't fuck?"
Eddie whined at that, cock jerking in his panties, against Richie's fingers. "Daddy," Eddie gasped out, breathing heavily against his bicep, wet from biting into it as Richie rubbed his breast. "Daddy, can I cum?"
"Of course not, beautiful... Don't want you to be bored again the second I stop fucking you. So let's make it so cumming is all you can think about, and then we'll be done, okay?"
"But." Eddie twisted his head around to look at Richie, mouth pretty and shining from his own saliva. Richie grunted at the sight, eyes falling closed momentarily. It'd been too long since he properly, properly fucked his baby's mouth. "Daddy. I can't. Please, please, let me."
Richie shook his head, feeling his balls grow tight at Eddie's sweet begging. So pleasant to the ears, and yet bordering on disobedient. "I think you can if I take my hand away. Right, Eddie? Don't you need daddy's hand to cum?" A strangled noise left Eddie's throat and he quickly returned to biting at his arm, stifling himself as Richie hushed him and returned both hands to Eddie's hips, fucking harsh and pointed. "Shhh, baby... Do you want daddy's cum?"
"I - yes. Thank you, daddy. Please cum in me. I'll be good," Eddie said, sounding torn despite his immediate answer, knowing Richie'd pull out and leave him empty and desperate to cum if he didn't stop asking for more.
"I know, baby. Of course you'll be good. You're my best boy, aren't you, Eddie? My best boy. Now tighten up for daddy, princess. Gotta fill you up so you have a distraction for after..."