bakerstreet | ❝Finally!❞

❝Finally❞

There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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Eddie is happy. For the first time in his miserable life he's truly happy. Not the kind of happiness that comes from having everything he's supposed to have. Not the contentment from having no major problems to deal with. No. He's well and truly happy. And he has Richie to thank for it.

He laughs again as Richie pulls him to his feet. It really is like they're stupid teenagers again. Only there's no risk of anyone coming home to find them. And, well, the obvious fact that they never did this as teenagers.

He doesn't even have a moment to take in Richie's room before Richie's lips are on his again. He rests his hands on Richie's hips, letting him lead them as they kiss. They could kiss forever and he'd be happy. But he knows there are better things to come.

Richie also couldn't deny his own happiness because, yeah, he's had fame, fortune and fans but he's never been truly happy with his life. Not as happy as he is with the life he's creating with Eddie. With hands on his hips, Richie's own hands go to wrap around Eddie's waist and sneak under the fabric of his shirt to touch warm skin. He could never get enough of having his hands on Eddie and he doubts that he ever would.

He breaks the kiss as the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed and he moves to tug and pull at Eddie's shirt, intent on removing it. He switches their positions once the shirt is off and helps to ease Eddie onto the bed, his lips dropping to find the other man's scar on his chest with a sigh.

There was a lot of thoughts about Eddie's scar. He hated it. He loved it. Mostly it was a reminder of this chance they now had so he mostly kept his mouth shut but now he can't help himself as he lets his mouth run over it.

Eddie is perfectly fine letting Richie direct the action. He's still not completely sure what he's doing, after all. He just knows he wants Richie. Badly.

He lifts his arms so Richie can tug off his shirt. When he shifts them, urging Eddie onto the bed his eyes widen a little. But it doesn't take much to get him on the bed with the man he loves.

That scar... It's so bittersweet. Yes he's alive, but it was the worst experience of their lives. The memory of looking down and seeing that claw is still vivid. But this... This helps. With each kiss of Richie's lips on his scar it urges the bad memories back and replaces them with this new, beautiful one. He smiles, his fingers carding through Richie's hair with a happy sigh.

"Has anyone ever mentioned how perfect you are?" He asks quietly still peppering Eddie's chest and scar with kisses. He dips lower briefly, grinning and pressing another kiss to his abdomen. "You're like forty, dude. You are like impressively out of my league."

Richie finally settles back where he's slotted between Eddie's legs and pulls his own tee over his head with a quick throw off the bed. Where it lands, who knows, the most important thing is right here in front of him. Still he can't help how stuttered and cautious his touch ultimately is because, after all, he wants Eds on board with all of this because he wants it too. Not just because he wants to make him happy.

"You gotta let me know what you want, Eds. Gotta let me know how far it is you wanna go."

"Am not." Eddie scoffs. "And we're the same age, asshole. I'm definitely not out of anyone's league. If anything you're out of mine, Mr. Big Time Comedian." but his face still flushes with the compliment. No one had ever called him 'perfect' before. It hardly seems real. And definitely doesn't feel true.

He can't believe he's in bed with Richie. Not, like, kids sharing a bed during a sleepover in bed. But In Bed. With Richie between his legs with his hair mussed from pulling off his shirt, looking so hot. The thought went straight down, making his pants feel even tighter than they already did. Shit. They're really doing this. He appreciates Richie giving him an out but... But he feels like he'll start over thinking and ruin everything if he doesn't just dive in and go for it.

So he props himself up on one elbow, reaching up to touch Richie's face. "I want you. I don't know what I want beyond that because I've never done this with a guy before... But... I want to... With you."

"You are," he murmurs with a chuckle. "You've always been fucking perfect to me."

Richie could repeat it over and over because in his mind, in his heart, it was the absolute truth. It had been true since they were teens and it was still true now as adults, especially now as they lay in bed together. He can already feel what this is doing for Eddie and he imagines that Eds can feel what he is doing for Richie as he moves to bring their hips together, desperate for that wanton friction.

The hand at his face gets him leaning forward, pressing their foreheads together and breathing in a slow, needy breath of air. "Okay, yeah, we'll go slow. I've been dreaming of this for like twenty years so I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Richie..." He whispers. He's completely at a loss. Not only because they're really fucking doing this and he has no idea what he's doing... But because he's never had someone tell him anything remotely similar to that before. He has to swallow the sudden lump in his throat, closing his eyes for a moment to refocus.

Of course the grinding of their hips brings his attention straight to his cock. He has a fleeting concern about chafing of denim on sensitive skin... But he dismisses it just as quickly as it appeared.

Smiling, he opens his eyes and tilts his head to press a soft kiss against Richie's lips. "I'm with you. Of course I'm gonna enjoy myself."

In the moment that Eddie closes his eyes, Richie leans in and presses a soft kiss to his forehead with a quiet sigh. Not to say that he isn't ridiculously turned on as well but his one desire was always for things to be perfect for Eddie. It made him soft, he knows, but fuck if he hasn't wanted this for forever and a day.

He idly moves their hips together again but already its not enough. Carefully, Richie brings his hands to Eddie's waist and works on popping the button open, tugging them slightly. Once Eddie's are off, he does the same for himself and finds himself swallowing hard once they're there in just their briefs. It's easy to see now what Eddie's doing to him and what he's doing to Eddie and fuck if he doesn't want it all.

Thankfully the kiss is enough to slow his racing mind down and he blinks, comically, behind his glasses before offering a dopey smile. "You're with me," he repeats with a grin as hands trace over the body underneath him. "I still can't believe it sometimes."

Whoa, the pants are coming off. He has a moment of panic since he's in completely unfamiliar territory here. But he easily squashes it when he sees the look in Richie's eyes. He doesn't think he's ever been so desired by another person. That feeling goes straight to his cock and any lingering doubt or hesitation flies straight out the window.

"Well believe it, asshole." Eddie grins right back. "we're here together." He slowly, nervously, puts his hands on Richie's waist... Though he doesn't know what to do with them now.

❝Finally!❞

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