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“F-fuck!”
He wasn’t going to last long.
Eddie had warned him as such, and even though Bill wanted to believe that he could hold out a while, now that he was here, he knew that he didn’t stand a chance.
Richie’s body held him tight, squeezing him in a way that he never imagined. He was so hot and wet from Stan and Eddie’s turns previous to him, and each drag of his cock in and out felt…incredible. Richie moaning the way that he did, made this all the more surreal and he hadn’t even down much yet. When he pulled his brain out of the fuzzy haze and focused again, Richie was gripping onto his shoulder, making, cute little sexy sounds that he would probably never admit to outside of these sessions.
“R-R-Richie…f-fuck…”
He thrust into him again, rocking his hips and pushing as deep as he could go, in and out, holding himself above Richie as the others watched breathlessly. Richie’s legs were around his waist, clutching onto his side, pulling him closer in a silent plea to keep going…no matter how over-sensitive he must be at this point.
“B-Bill-ah! Bill, please, more!”
How could Bill deny him?
He couldn’t hold himself back, not with how desperate Richie sounded, thrusting in harder and deeper.
“Just- just like that! Fuck!” Richie reached up, gripping the back of Bill’s neck and yanking him down for a kiss. He was a good kisser, but Bill would never say that out-loud, not when it would lead to some sort of tongue comment. All too soon, he felt like he was going to come, moaning into Richie’s mouth, trying to warn him, only for Richie to pull him closer, clenching around him.
Eddie and Stan had already come inside.
Why shouldn’t he?
He came seconds later, his thrusts slowing down as he rode it out, losing himself in the feeling. When he finally managed to come to himself, he was no longer kissing Richie, instead finding his face buried into his friends’ neck.
The urge to leave a mark there was overwhelming.
He slowly started to pull out, only to freeze when Richie let out a little whimper, quickly realising that this had probably all gotten to be a little too much for Richie and he needed a-
“- Don’t pull out.” Richie pleaded, his legs still wrapped around Bill, heels digging harder into his sides, “I-I- “ His body tensed, the hand on Bill’s shoulder tightening a little more before he was coming with a sharp gasp, shivering a little from the intensity of it.
“R-R-Richie, do you need me to pull out?”
The others were starting to look a little concerned, gathering around Richie and soothing him as best they could without overwhelming him further.
Richie just clung to him, which Bill took to mean a no.
Well, they all could use a bit of a break anyway.
“It’s okay R-R-Richie, it’s okay.”
It took Richie a while to calm down, breathing evening out as he blearily looked over at Mike and Ben, who had been patiently waiting for their turn by the side of him. Yes, Ben had Bev with him, but she had decided that she just wanted to watch this session for now and so, was just sitting next to him.
They looked so hard that it probably hurt a little.
“What are you both waiting for?” Richie panted, “A-A written invitation?”
They didn’t anything else, and Bill couldn’t help but feel proud that Richie was able to do this.
Ben went first, with soft and gentle thrusts making Richie moan and whine as Ben ran a hand through his hair, soothing him when it seemed like it was getting a bit overwhelming for him again. Bill just knew that Richie was clenching around Ben, like he had done for him, and he just knew that Ben was close.
He was right of course, Ben coming with a low groan and then moving away as Mike took his place.
Long, hard thrusts that seemed to push Richie a little up the bed, Richie keening sharply at the act.
“It’s okay.” Stanley took a hold of Richie’s hand, where it had been blindly scrabbling at the sheets, “It’s okay, we’ve got you.”
Richie practically sobbed at a particularly well-aimed thrust, prompting Mike to adjust his angle, “There?” he whispered, “Is that the spot?”
“Y-Yes! Right there!” Richie clung onto Stan, who continued to comfort him, “P-Please!”
Eddie moved to his other side, gently shushing him as Mike’s thrusts became gentle and loving. Richie tried to push back into the thrusts, but was unable to due to the position that he was in, his face screwing up in frustration.
“You’re okay.”
“I-I- “
Mike was grinding into him now, keeping a constant pressure on Richie’s prostate, as Bill moved to press a kiss to Richie’s forehead.
“Do you think we can come together?” Mike whispered, Richie nodding frantically, “Okay…can you do it without our hands?”
“N-No, I- “
“- I’ve got him.” Bev whispered, reaching out to take a hold of Richie’s cock, their friend writhing in place as Bev tried to match her strokes to the rhythm of Mike’s hips, getting faster and faster.
It wasn’t long before Richie was crying out, stiffening underneath the Mike as he spilled over Bev’s knuckles, clenching down around Mike, which was enough to send him over the edge as well.
Richie, who was already boneless, sank back into the mattress, feeling like he was trembling as Bev kissed along his collarbones and neck, Mike slowly pulling out as she did so. Breathlessly, he reached out for them all, pulling them close, even as Eddie grumbled something about getting cleaned up.
They would do that later.
For now, it was time to rest.