As Eddie pulls him along, Richie does his best to follow as quickly as he can. He tries not to focus on anything other than the weight of his friend's arm around his waist, the sound of his breathing as they rush towards Eddie's door, the tiny changes they have to make in order to get there safely.
By the time Richie hears the door slam shut, he's breathless and his heart is pounding from a combination of adrenaline and lack of cardio. There's absolutely no resistance on his end as Eddie plops him down on the bed - though he does reach out instinctively as the other man pulls away, not wanting to lose him again.
Thankfully, their physical connection resumes soon enough, and it's only at that point Richie actually lets himself relax a little. He slumps down where he's sitting and nods weakly, his eyebrows knitting together. The double tap on Eddie's arm follows soon after.
"This fucking sucks," he says, knowing full well Eddie won't be able to hear him, but too frustrated to just keep quiet. His facial expression shows his frustration pretty clearly, though.
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By the time Richie hears the door slam shut, he's breathless and his heart is pounding from a combination of adrenaline and lack of cardio. There's absolutely no resistance on his end as Eddie plops him down on the bed - though he does reach out instinctively as the other man pulls away, not wanting to lose him again.
Thankfully, their physical connection resumes soon enough, and it's only at that point Richie actually lets himself relax a little. He slumps down where he's sitting and nods weakly, his eyebrows knitting together. The double tap on Eddie's arm follows soon after.
"This fucking sucks," he says, knowing full well Eddie won't be able to hear him, but too frustrated to just keep quiet. His facial expression shows his frustration pretty clearly, though.