"Yeah I do." Eddie grinned, because there was really no point in arguing that he didn't love Richie's particular brand of ridiculous too.
"I should have known you'd be fucking impatient." He laughed a little, bending at the wasit to nip at the skin of Richie's inner thigh, near where his hand disappeared between them. He was almost glad to hear Richie joking about dying; it was how he dealt with things and it was when Richie wouldn't talk about things that Eddie got really worried.
But, he would focus more on that later and now added a second finger, working it for a minute then pressing a third into Richie too, somewhere along the way going from just stretching to also seeking out his prostate.