It was okay; there wasn't a better person to get a little bit smooshed by and if anything, Richie thought the weight of Eddie on top of him was something of a comfort. He could stay there forever, the both of them tangled and intertwined, messy with sweat and spunk.
"Shit," he murmured, because it was easy to make a joke of saying it but it felt kind of bigger when it was just -- out there. No joke. It, along with coming down from an emotional and physical high made Richie feel vulnerable, but in a way he thought he could get used to. He sniffed, not subtle, and poked his nose into Eddie's kinda sweaty hair. "Love you."
He was quiet for a long moment, because it was nice to just be able to catch his breath. And to keep on snuggling, even if they were messy. "Is now a bad time to make a joke about your mom?"