Richie would apologize, but frankly he was never not going to make those jokes so there was no real point in pretending he was any kind of contrite. They both knew he didn't mean it anyway. Still, the poorly aimed slap had Richie giggling, boyish, even as he squirmed the rest of his way out of his own shorts. He was glad he'd shown up without bothering with unmentionables, shoes or socks. That much easier to get naked. Knowing what was up was kind of a novel and awesome feeling, if Richie was being honest. He would have liked not having died first to get to this bit but -- well.
"Phew," He said, like they'd managed something really intense there with getting naked, and he rolled up a little until he was straddling Eddie, not quite sitting on him so much as balancing his weight on his knees. It was more than obvious he liked the view. "I just wanna like. Put my mouth on all of you."