It was entirely possible that those psychic friends skills weren't as bad as Richie thought they were because Eddie seemed to all-of-a-sudden understand that Richie wouldn't be so easily scared off and he tried to broadcast those same up for anything thoughts himself, though fewer cars were involved in his own mind.
He also absolutely understood what that pinch to his thigh was meant to imply bit he was very intentionally going to ignore any meaning and instead he pulled at Richie's hair one more time, using his hold on it to tip Richie back to look at him again. He had fully intended to say something crude and snappy but the visual-Richie's lips red and stretched around his cock, cheeks flushed and ruddy, hair already a mess and still clutched tight in his fingers, bright blue eyes staring back at him...instead he moaned deeply and started to tug Richie off of himself. "Fuck you gotta...I'm..."