It didn't matter what Richie thought of himself because Eddie liked what he saw. He liked the amount of kissable forehead and he liked that the other man was a little softer. He just liked Richie and probably always would no matter what he looked like. Even when he, inevitably, started going grey and wrinkly he would still be the handsomest man Eddie had ever laid eyes upon.
There probably wasn't a reason to focus on what younger versions of themselves would do. They could, at least, agree that Eddie's mother would've totally killed one of them if she had ever found out. Killed one and locked the other away for the rest of his life or tried something more drastic.
What even was that noise? Was that what Richie sounded like in bed? Low and deep and pornographic and so much better than anything Eddie had ever heard in his life. It made him want to do it again, to get Richie to make more of those sounds because, fuck, he was pretty sure he could listen to them all night.
Getting Richie to make those noises again was going to have to wait because Eddie wasn't the only one who missed their previous position. He crawled carefully right back into Richie's lap and straddled him once again, fully aware that they were both naked. That there was more skin contact now than there had ever been between them. It would've been a little daunting if Richie hadn't found a way to make it seem so normal. If he hadn't opened up his mouth to talk about Eddie's dick and pulled a laugh from the other. "I'm sure you say that about all the dicks in your life." He teased though, really, what the fuck was he even saying? He didn't know. Did it matter? He'd wonder what he was thinking later but, right now, it was just better to focus on feeling and touching and to keep laughing through this so it didn't get too big or scary or wahtever.