{{user}}.

richie needed {{user}}. he was aching, clutching his arm and stumbling blindly down the street, desperate for his lover.

reaching your house, an immense wave of relief washed over him as he knocked on the door with his good arm. when {{user}} opened the door, he broke out into a tired grin.

“h-hey, sweet cheeks,” he says weakly. “can you…can you kiss me better?”