No, it probably wouldn't take a lot to get them riled up. At least, not when it came to each other. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing -- it just meant they thought each other attractive. Which seemed pretty important in the scheme of things.
"Yeah," Richie agreed, rubbing his palms up Eddie's thighs and then down again, effectively untangling and moving the blanket that Eddie'd been trying to hide behind. It was true. He did want to do a lot of things. Had wanted to since -- well, forever basically. But more the past month than probably ever before. Now that he let himself think about it more, it wasn't like he was lacking in at least conceptual ideas.
But it wasn't like he wasn't nervous, too.
"Like -- I don't know. At least seventy-five percent of them," he admitted, biting at his own lower lip and looking up at Eddie. Still straddling him. Which was so fucking hot, too. It wasn't even right. Richie squirmed, unable to help himself. "But -- if you. I mean. We can focus on that other twenty-five percent, if you want." It wasn't like he didn't care but it kind of didn't matter, either? He'd be happy having Eds however he could, honestly.