Earring (Strong T/ Mild M)

Richie Foley reached a spectacular orgasm beside his red headed lover on their old, beat up couch. He whimpered and convulsed with pleasure for quite some time, gripping the elder's shoulders to anchor himself, until he finally calmed, though his breathing remained slightly elevated.

"Holy shit. Did you just cum?"

Richie cracked a single blue eye open and gazed up into twin emerald pools of confusion. Blushing shyly, the blond affirmed that he, in fact, came.

"But...I didn't even touch you yet. We were only kissing." Frankie pointed out in bewildered awe. His hands gestured to their current position. "And we're still dressed."

Richie's face could have put Mars to shame. He could feel the evidence of his embarrassment cooling in his boxers making him squirm and try to put distance between himself and the villain. This only served to have his lover's anaconda like grip pull him into an inescapable embrace.

"Let me go clean up," Richie pleaded uselessly.

Frankie's expression never changed, the same confusion and childlike wonder still evident on his handsome features. "Tell me why you came," he asked and ordered.

The blonde refused to meet Frankie's eyes again, too mortified by what had just happened. "Why? I mean, I only came. You make me cum all the time."

That reverent stare still in place, Frankie rolled their bodies so that he could be over Richie's smaller form. "Yeah, but that was different. Who knew I had the power to make someone cum, even when I didn't do anything?"

The genius rolled his eyes. "Well, it's not like you didn't do /anything/." He shot back sassily until he realized, too late, what he'd implied.

"Oooh hooo," Frankie drawled out, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. "Then I did do something!"

"N-no," Richie protested, but Francis wasn't having it.

"Tell me what I did."

The blond shook his head, covering his face with his hands.

"Tell me!"

"No! It's too...no!"

Richie tried to escape again, but it was no use. Frankie grabbed his lover's wrists and pulled them above his head, joining them in a single hand's grip on the armrest.

"If you don't tell me," he warned, ghosting his lips along Richie's jaw. "I'll just have to retrace my steps." The defiantly self-conscious look on Richie's face was his reply.

"Suit yourself."

Frankie leaned in and resumed kissing the genius as he had before.

Richie tried not to respond, didn't want Frankie to go any further and discover the true, embarrassing reason why he came, but the absolutely salacious look the pyro gave him had his resolve turning to jelly.

A large hand caressed Richie's left pectoral through his hoodie and a sure thumb moved in slow circles over the blond's chest. Shivers wracked Richie's smaller frame, his skin still orgasm sensitive, as he felt the gentle scrape of fabric roll over his nipple.

"W-wait," the genius pleaded into his boyfriend's skilled mouth, feeling his cock hardening in the messy confines of his underwear, but Frankie wasn't having it.

"Not until I find out," he insisted, trying to recall what he and Richie had done next.

The blond whimpered as blunt fingernails traveled under his shirt and hoodie to scrape delicately down his ribs. The sensation paired with his inability to lower his arms had his hips bucking sporadically against Frankie's, to which the redhead ground back with fervor.

"Look at you," Frankie whispered, giving Richie the chance to breathe. He dragged his nose along the outer edge of the genius's ear as he continued to duplicate what he'd done to cause his boyfriend so much pleasure. "How can you be so ready when you just came? You're amazing."

A fresh wave of embarrassment coursed through Richie's body at the words, but it was soon replaced with heat and panic as Frankie toyed further with his ear.

"N-no! Not there!" The blond wailed as he tried to turn his head away from the touches at his earlobe, but it was too late. The sensation was too much.

Richie's back arched once again and stars clouded his vision as he cried curses to the ceiling. This time, the orgasm was astoundingly strong; it was too soon after having just came. Pleasured sobs tore from his lungs and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Shock wave after shock wave rippled up Richie's spine as the feeling all but consumed him.

Somewhere, on the edge of his awareness, he felt a quick, steady pressure against his inner thigh, until the motion stopped and all was still.

Breathing. The first thing Richie could hear as he calmed down was heavy, uneven breathing. At first, he thought it was just his own, but he realized Frankie was breathing just as heavy.

"Fr-," the genius began, but had to clear his throat. He hadn't noticed how raw his throat was.

"Frankie?"

"Hmm?" The redhead asked, quietly.

"Are you okay?" Richie gazed down at Frankie's place on his chest, arms snuggly wrapped around his middle, but couldn't see his face.

"Y-yeah. Why?" came a clipped reply.

Richie pulled his wrists free from the villain's loosened grip and wiped some stray tears from his own cheeks. "Because you're breathing weird. Look at me."

Rather than do as the blond told him, Frankie buried his face deeper into Richie's chest. "I only came with you. Lay off."

Blue eyes shot open wide at the nonchalance of the declaration, but soon there was only a smile on his face.

"Who knew I had the power to make someone cum, even when I didn't do anything?" the genius mimicked sassily, only to have Frankie's gentle hug become a harsh squeeze.

"I told you to lay off, Foley," he grumbled, then softly added, "You did a lot to make me cum and you know it."

Richie giggled. "I know."