"There's a market for everything," Richie agreed with a Face. "Doesn't mean it should exist." Listen, he didn't know a lot about everything but he wasn't exactly a virgin to the internet. He'd seen some shit he wished he hadn't, and seen some shit he wished he'd paid more attention to. That was just how it was.
But yeah, there were better things to be paying attention to -- like how Eddie was moaning and felt silky in his hand, the slide of him smooth and perfect. Why hadn't he done this sooner? He blinked, glanced away from the Very Good work he was doing and smiled a little goofily at Eddie. "Bossy," he said, and so obviously liked it. There was no going wrong with Eddie, when Eddie could (and would) so easily demand what it was he wanted. "You could've kissed me," he said, like it was obvious. But he leaned in a little anyway, the fingers of his free hand cupping the back of Eddie's neck until they were kissing again and no one could come up with anything clever to say because they were too busy.