Maybe Richie made a little squeak of a noise, vocal approval over the purposeful touching - it was hard not to. Richie wasn't overly loud in bed, even if he was in every other way of life. It was probably something to do with all that repression, like being quieter was just a better way to keep a secret. Sometimes though, that resulted in some really amusing noises.
"Obviously," he repeated, pressing into the touch even as he leaned down, stealing kisses and bites where he went, and then one particularly obnoxious lick that forced him to move backward to keep it up, all the way down Eddie's stomach to his groin. He'd been dead for a week, he didn't really see any point in putting off what he wanted here, not while getting ample permission. After death dick sucking was going to be awesome.