Laughing during sex was awesome, actually. All the movies and stories tried selling this idea of sex being a serious thing where no wrong moves could happen and the only noises that were allowed to come out of people were -- low gasps or something. And those kind of noises were good too, no doubt, but Eddie laughing was always gonna be better than all that. Romance and all the shit that came with it wasn't a one size fits all kind of deal. Richie felt kind of awestruck for realizing it, even if it was sort of obvious.
He didn't quite laugh when Eddie flipped them over so much as make a little noise that sounded like he'd been hit by a very sexy bus. And yeah, maybe the lube went in a few different directions but frankly Richie was willing to wash whatever Jackson Pollock messes happened to Eddie's sheets personally later so long as they kept going right now. He got one hand (both were a bit slippery) on Eddie's hip and the other on his dick. He narrowly avoided a height joke. It didn't matter. "Yeah babe, just pretend it's winter in Maine, bring it on."