Eddie was very much into the idea of neither of them ever wearing clothing again. All the skin on skin contact short circuiting the rational part of his brain. He was just going to blame any nonsense that came out of his mouth on that because he was sure there was going to be a lot.
Richie could always understand him or, at least, hazard a guess as to what he might, possibly mean and usually end up right. Eddie laughed a little as he moved in closer, wrapping his arms around Richie in an attempt to feel as much of their skin pressed together as possible. "You can't tell anyone." He teased, feeling playful enough to joke around with the other. "My dick was on the cover of every high end dick magazine when I was in my twenties." He managed to get that out in a completely serious tone before laughing. Joking made it easier, laughing made it more fun. He was able to focus less on the fact that he'd never done this with a man before and more on the fact that he was doing this with Richie.
Eddie let out a soft moan, squirming a little involuntarily at the light, experimental touch. It nearly felt teasing in a way but it echoed the things Eddie's own hands wanted to do to Richie. So he allowed himself to do just that. He allowed his hands to start moving over warm skin, to start committing the feel of it to memory. Maybe his own touches were a little more innocent than Richie's but he was working his way towards the comedian's dick.