Eddie would, eventually realize that this wasn't revolutionary. That sex could be this emotional and that wanting to hold so tight to each other wasn't unique, but for now all he could think about was how amazing it was and how he wished he'd known it could be like this before now. He'd experienced a whole lot of new since coming to the hotel, this though, would have been unimaginable.
He held on to Richie almost as much as he was being held, tucking his face into the side of his neck even as Richie's glasses dug into his shoulder. It didn't matter though, the sharp pinpoint of pain just mashing and mingling with everything else until he didn't know good from bad and it all just felt amazing.
He rocked their hips together faster, building a deep, forceful rhythm rather than pulling out much. Richie's voice was wrecked and desperate and just made him go harder, looking for more of it.