"I knew it," Richie hissed, and only pulled back for long enough to look at Eddie's dick again, to theatrically whisper right at it. "I knew you were familiar. I felt like I always knew you." He could't help himself, not really. He had to make dumb jokes, anything to get that huff of an embarrassed laugh out of Eddie, anything to make this easier on the both of them. Because Richie was so fucking happy right now, he was liable to burst out into tears and he didn't think he'd be able to live down being the guy who threw up every time he got really anxious and who cried in the bedroom. That shit wasn't a good look.
"Oh," he said, distracted immediately by the way Eddie was squirming in his lap, the little moan he'd just made. They could just do this and Richie would be happy. Eddie didn't even have to touch if he didn't want to -- even though, yeah, Richie would have been really just more than fine with it if he did want to. "Eds," he said, fingers curling around his erection, curious but bolder than he might have given himself credit for earlier. There was nothing to be nervous about. This was Eddie, and Rich'd been looking for excuses to touch him since they were eleven.