To Eddie's credit, even Richie didn't always know what he liked so if Eddie wanted to do literally anything, he'd give it a go just for the sake of trying it out. Either way, some hair pulling wasn't going to make Richie pull the car over mid cock suck and threaten to turn them around if Eddie didn't get back to behaving.
That metaphor had gone places. Richie liked it. The hair pulling. He said so with a little hiss that turned into a hum before he went back to it like a man on a mission, hollowed cheeks and curled tongue.
They really needed to work on their psychic friends network skills, he thought, because he had a really good come back but wasn't willing to drag himself away from the taste that was so perfectly Eddie Kaspbrak. It killed him a little though, to not be able to make a quip and a pinch of the thigh didn't seem to hold the same level of sassy weight.