Eddie being back in his lap was fucking awesome. Richie had been in it deep looking at all that skin before, but now he was just over the fucking moon because Eddie was like a little furnace and their skin was touching all over the damn place and basically he just wanted this always. Like, forever. He never wanted Eddie clothed again. Except maybe in those shorts. Those could stay. Just so Richie could take them off of him again -- maybe with a bit more flair the next time around.
"I have said it to myself," he agreed at Eddie's nonsensical words - which, of course, made perfect sense to Richie. "But I mean it more with you. Were you a dick model in your younger years? Don't be shy, you can tell me." If joking around made it easier, if laughing made it more fun, well, then Eddie couldn't have possibly have found better company. Which, thank fuck.
Experimentally, he traced the pads of his fingers up the length of Eddie's cock, clearly awed.