"Shut up, dick." Look. He knew it wasn't a good threat. What good was a shirt going to do him when everything else was already on display? It was the only thing he could think of and he could be a stubborn asshole. Eddie narrowed his eyes at the other man before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it down enough to cover himself. He stayed like that for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Fuck it." He murmured before peeling off his shirt and tossing it at Richie's face.
Okay. So now he was completely naked in front of his best friend and the love of his life. The love of his life who was currently wearing glasses and could see everything. Eddie wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel in this moment. There were a list of things he wanted to do which ranged from pulling the covers over him to try and maintain his dignity to crawling back on top of Richie. He decided, instead, to focus on what he could see of the other. His arms, his larger hands, those broad shoulders that Eddie still wanted to press kisses to...
Maybe that's where he should start. Slowly. He didn't quite look at Richie as he moved closer to him once again. Eddie didn't straddle him this time even if that would've made things easier. There was a possibility that Richie might want to get out of his own pants and Eddie wasn't sure he'd want to move again once he got comfortable. He still managed to lean in close enough to press a brief kiss to Richie's lips. The glasses sort of got in the way. "If you're wondering, yes, you can fucking touch me." Because Eddie planned on still touching him, on trailing kisses from his lips along the side of his face before dropping his lips to his shoulders.