"Yes." Eddie said, ignoring Richie's comments about whistles. He could explain later when his brain had a little more capacity. He tipped his head to give Richie room but then sort-of came back, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to let him have his way or just be real close. "I trust you." He added, after a beat.
He whined again though, partly because Richie seemed very good at finding particularly nice spots on his neck and jaw and partly because he knew that even if he could avoid digging for condoms, they needed lube and it would mean separating enough to get to the side table. "Just...just one second." He wiggled his way halfbout from under Richie so he could reach the table and pulled open the, thankfully well-organized drawer. The lube was located quickly and thrown vaguely in Richie's direction.