Eddie didn't need the words to really make sense to understand them. He followed up whenever Richie sounded particularly pleased or tugged at his hair, pressing and exploring until he was satisfied Richie wouldn't be hurt. And then just a little bit more, taking his own fill a bit while his lips made their way over Richie's skin, across his thighs and his belly.
Thirty years was definitely patient enough.
He pulled back eventually, his motions almost reluctant but rushed at the same time. He found the lube again and coated himself and then he was leaning over Richie, more this time, one hand resting near his side with the other between them, close enough he could kiss the corner of Richie's mouth. It would have scared him, another time, how easy it was; how easy it was to be there with him, to press into him and whisper how much he loved him against his mouth. But now, Eddie embraced it, leaning into Richie and, once his hand was free again, holding the side of his face to keep them close. "Worth it?" he asked, tease clear in his tone.