The morning was still young and any planned activities were planned for a little bit later. There was no reason to rule out the possibility or birthday morning sex. It just wasn't the first thing on the list and currently had a place somewhere below 'not setting the fucking house on fire'. Eddie clearly had his priorities together.
He didn't frown when the candles were blown out before he had a chance to finish. That was the best choice. Even if he'd gotten up and made breakfast for Richie he wasn't about to force him to eat a waxy pancake. He didn't let it stop the song either. With no more fire to worry about, he gently set the plate down between them and leaned in to press a kiss to Richie's forehead. "Happy birthday, honey." He said again before wondering if he could do this without moving from where he was. Maybe it would be better for Richie's legs if he moved off of him.
With a sigh he picked up the plate and moved off of Richie, settling beside him for now. "Not that you'd know what indulgence looks like. You can't see for shit." He teased plucking the glasses off the nearby nightstand and handing them over. "If I'm going to feed you I want you to be able to see where the fork is." He'd liked it on Valentine's day. Being hand fed. It seemed like a nice thing to do for his birthday even if Richie couldn't suck on his fingers this time. "And, yes, I'll share your breakfast with you."