"Well, who would want a trashy dick magazine?" Richie asked, bemused. "That sounds awful. Like -- I dunno. The equivalent of a dive bar in dick format." Richie probably could have painted that picture better, made it something truly absurd and awful but it seemed like a pretty bad time to actually start wanting things to be unattractive, considering.
Considering their nudity and his hand around Eddie's (wonderful) erection and the way he was gasping and sort of pushing into Richie's hand all at once. Fucking hot. Like, Richie had to blink for a second before nodding, his head bobbing up and down like he was emphatically agreeing with something. Which he was. "Yeah," he said, encouraging. "S'okay, Eds. You're supposed to like it. Make some noise if you want." Eddie's grip on his shoulders was something he took as further encouragement and so he decided to just give this his all. It wasn't hard, anyway. It was nice. Easy movements, his hand sliding up and then down again, his thumb tracing the curve of the tip of his dick -- just like Richie did for himself on days he was feeling a bit fancy and like he wanted something more than a cursory wank in the shower.