Richie Jerimovich, goddess of agriculture (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
microbasil) wrote2024-08-17 09:19 am
microbasil) wrote2024-08-17 09:19 am
That's all?
Yeah man we can do that probably
You're a good kid for looking out for your mom
Major points
Yeah man we can do that probably
You're a good kid for looking out for your mom
Major points
Nothing, yo
It's what we're here for
Besides it'll give Carmy something to keep his mind off everything else so I probably owe you for it, the kid could use a break
It's what we're here for
Besides it'll give Carmy something to keep his mind off everything else so I probably owe you for it, the kid could use a break
Yeah, though Carmy thinks they're just humoring us, just trying to keep us busy and out of the way
There's like a whole team but they're mostly all official staff from the house
They're all kind of creepy, sometimes I think they're not even real, you know?
There's like a whole team but they're mostly all official staff from the house
They're all kind of creepy, sometimes I think they're not even real, you know?
Yeah like fucking ghosts and ghouls or something
They're cool though if they are, just creepy
And first of all he doesn't order me around
He tells me what I should do and I fucking decide if I want to do it or not
Second of all because he's my cousin and I love him
Third of all because he's the boss and he knows how to do shit, so that makes him smarter than I am, and it's usually a good idea to do what he says because he has good ideas
They're cool though if they are, just creepy
And first of all he doesn't order me around
He tells me what I should do and I fucking decide if I want to do it or not
Second of all because he's my cousin and I love him
Third of all because he's the boss and he knows how to do shit, so that makes him smarter than I am, and it's usually a good idea to do what he says because he has good ideas
You consider yourself simple and defer to him, on account of thinking he has your interests in mind.
[ so it's a rude assumption. ]
But I may not have the full measure of things, what your relations are with your cousin. Mine own are complicated, as well.
You've not thought to learn what he does?
[ so it's a rude assumption. ]
But I may not have the full measure of things, what your relations are with your cousin. Mine own are complicated, as well.
You've not thought to learn what he does?
[ just this morning he dragged richie into the closed off little courtyard attached to the kitchen's staff area that is supposed to be for outdoor drainage and hosedowns but is now used for smoking, sat in a shitty plastic chair so his uniform wouldn't get dirty on his knees, and sucked richie off for maybe five, ten minutes before pulling off and going back in to resume service.
anyway now he's sending an ass shot ala this pic and absolutely zero accompanying text. ]
anyway now he's sending an ass shot ala this pic and absolutely zero accompanying text. ]
[ After muttering "what the fuck" to himself: ]
I can't do what he does, man
He's really good at it
Like really really good
It's what he does
And the other stuff is what I do
I can't do what he does, man
He's really good at it
Like really really good
It's what he does
And the other stuff is what I do
[ This is stress relief: fisting his hands in Carmy's hair and biting down on his lower lip to stop himself crying out too loudly. Getting close but not close enough, by mutual agreement, and having to take a minute with his dick throbbing and his balls aching like a sweet song before going back inside. Staring at the back of Carmy's neck for the rest of service.
Ignoring the murders. Ignoring the chaos. Ignoring the way they're both sleeping badly -- though Richie has taken up residence in Carmy's bed whether he likes it or not -- and eating badly, smoking too much, the unexpected crying jags from one or both of them, the sounds from the bathroom that might be Carmy sobbing or throwing up or both.
It's all stress relief.
And now, getting a photo like that. Richie doesn't hesitate. ]
Looks good enough to eat, cousin
Ignoring the murders. Ignoring the chaos. Ignoring the way they're both sleeping badly -- though Richie has taken up residence in Carmy's bed whether he likes it or not -- and eating badly, smoking too much, the unexpected crying jags from one or both of them, the sounds from the bathroom that might be Carmy sobbing or throwing up or both.
It's all stress relief.
And now, getting a photo like that. Richie doesn't hesitate. ]
Looks good enough to eat, cousin
[ Carmy has to reach down and squeeze himself through his briefs at that idea. ]
lemme sit on your face
[ he had thought maybe he'd tease it out a bit more, make Richie beg to get his dick wet, but instead he caves immediately. which is probably a good sign; grief makes him prickly, reluctant to accept comfort or affection because he needs it so bad, deliberately provocative like he's hoping to get punched. it's probably good he hasn't been showing up to all the voting stuff or someone would have kicked his ass by now. ]
lemme sit on your face
[ he had thought maybe he'd tease it out a bit more, make Richie beg to get his dick wet, but instead he caves immediately. which is probably a good sign; grief makes him prickly, reluctant to accept comfort or affection because he needs it so bad, deliberately provocative like he's hoping to get punched. it's probably good he hasn't been showing up to all the voting stuff or someone would have kicked his ass by now. ]
[ There's a time for acting coy and a time for just leaning into it. Richie's presently in the latter frame of mind -- not a little because he wants, with a sort of terrifying animal desperation, for Carmy to be okay, which means doing whatever Carmy wants him to do while putting up enough of a token fight to make it look convincing. He doesn't think he's fooling Carmy, but he hasn't been told to stop, so he's not going to. ]
Yeah
Yeah okay
Now?
[ It's probably now; he's heading back to their rooms anyway, damp and smelling like chlorine from the pool and another set of useless lengths. ]
Yeah
Yeah okay
Now?
[ It's probably now; he's heading back to their rooms anyway, damp and smelling like chlorine from the pool and another set of useless lengths. ]
right now
[ Demanding for no reason except that lately Richie keeps doing what he wants and it's disgustingly thrilling.
Carmy is all stretched out on the bed in his briefs, tits and thighs — he's become more aware of the way his body can look and feel since he and Richie started doing this, learning he has sensitive spots that aren't his mouth and his dick, thinking of how fabric stretches over his muscles when Richie looks at him. He knew he was hot, but now he's learning he can be like... desirable. Sexy. That maybe he can help Richie with some shit, if he plays his cards right.
He's actually having a pretty good evening, when it comes to not dwelling on shit. Maybe they can even be briefly normal, or what passes for normal with them. He draws up a knee, pushes up on an elbow, mouth a little dry. His hair is also damp - he showered, smells like fancy soap instead of the kitchen. ]
[ Demanding for no reason except that lately Richie keeps doing what he wants and it's disgustingly thrilling.
Carmy is all stretched out on the bed in his briefs, tits and thighs — he's become more aware of the way his body can look and feel since he and Richie started doing this, learning he has sensitive spots that aren't his mouth and his dick, thinking of how fabric stretches over his muscles when Richie looks at him. He knew he was hot, but now he's learning he can be like... desirable. Sexy. That maybe he can help Richie with some shit, if he plays his cards right.
He's actually having a pretty good evening, when it comes to not dwelling on shit. Maybe they can even be briefly normal, or what passes for normal with them. He draws up a knee, pushes up on an elbow, mouth a little dry. His hair is also damp - he showered, smells like fancy soap instead of the kitchen. ]
[ This time Richie doesn't come barrelling into the room. Another thing he's learned (or re-learned) over the last couple weeks, how to be gentle and careful, how to pause outside the door before coming in. As much as he wants to go as fast as possible so he can get himself between Carmy's thighs and never leave again, he keeps it normal, pushes the door to Carmy's open and slips inside, closing it behind him. ]
Hey, cousin.
[ His tone isn't nearly as chilled out, caught between awe and hunger, a pleased growl of sound. Not just because he's getting what he wants -- Carmy -- but it's good to do something that's not about grief or weird supernatural shit. He grins at the sight of Carmy on the bed, all slutty and eager with his ass on show like that.
Richie stops briefly to toe off his sneakers, but that's all he does. He's still fully dressed as he wanders over to the bed and starts climbing on top of it, climbing up over Carmy so he can lean down and kiss him first. So much for the horny promises, he's still enough of a sap to want that first. ]
Hey, cousin.
[ His tone isn't nearly as chilled out, caught between awe and hunger, a pleased growl of sound. Not just because he's getting what he wants -- Carmy -- but it's good to do something that's not about grief or weird supernatural shit. He grins at the sight of Carmy on the bed, all slutty and eager with his ass on show like that.
Richie stops briefly to toe off his sneakers, but that's all he does. He's still fully dressed as he wanders over to the bed and starts climbing on top of it, climbing up over Carmy so he can lean down and kiss him first. So much for the horny promises, he's still enough of a sap to want that first. ]
[ Embarrassing. Equally awful that Carmy fucking loves it, and even though he's already horny enough to have set up and sent the pic, he doesn't make any attempt to move them on. Cringe behaviour, to want Richie to come like, fuck him to sleep or whatever, make up for the fact that he didn't touch himself in the shower, and to then forget all about that the moment their mouths collide.
He splays a hand up between Richie's shoulderblades, runs another through his short, damp hair, and kisses him. Lets him into the cradle of his body and just kisses and kisses him, like he wants their mouths to taste the same, like he forgot they could do anything else with their bodies. They're not even making out, all his attention on sucking Richie's tongue. It's good. He isn't thinking about anything else except this. ]
He splays a hand up between Richie's shoulderblades, runs another through his short, damp hair, and kisses him. Lets him into the cradle of his body and just kisses and kisses him, like he wants their mouths to taste the same, like he forgot they could do anything else with their bodies. They're not even making out, all his attention on sucking Richie's tongue. It's good. He isn't thinking about anything else except this. ]
[ They've gotten pretty good at this, knowing how to kiss each other, how to ride the waves of desire, taking and giving. But that doesn't mean Richie isn't happy for another chance to practice, learning a little more about Carmy each time. He wants to satisfy him and drive him insane and fuck him until he's drained and pleasantly sleepy, and he also wants to just kiss him forever.
Really embarrassing. Oh well.
Without breaking away from the kisses Richie lowers himself down, half on top of Carmy and half beside him, propped up on one arm. Kisses him some more, slow and hungry, drifting briefly to nuzzle his cheek and jaw and back again. Spreads his fingers over his face and brushes his curls back out of his eyes so he can pull back and look into them, blue on blue, for a moment, before he kisses him again. ]
Really embarrassing. Oh well.
Without breaking away from the kisses Richie lowers himself down, half on top of Carmy and half beside him, propped up on one arm. Kisses him some more, slow and hungry, drifting briefly to nuzzle his cheek and jaw and back again. Spreads his fingers over his face and brushes his curls back out of his eyes so he can pull back and look into them, blue on blue, for a moment, before he kisses him again. ]
[ Carmy lets his eyes fall closed, and eventually he breaks the kiss just because he's smiling, stupid. Lifts a hand to run it over his own face like he can hide behind it, a little flushed. Gay shit. He likes it too much to even ruin it by making fun of it. ]
Aren't you - mm.
[ He's all vocal fry, clears his throat and tries again. ]
Weren't you gonna eat my ass, cousin.
[ Eyes opening again, peeking. Richie's mouth is already so fucking red, and Carmy stares at it like he's thinking about maybe kissing him again instead. Help. ]
Aren't you - mm.
[ He's all vocal fry, clears his throat and tries again. ]
Weren't you gonna eat my ass, cousin.
[ Eyes opening again, peeking. Richie's mouth is already so fucking red, and Carmy stares at it like he's thinking about maybe kissing him again instead. Help. ]
Fuck you. I eat ass on my own schedule.
[ Completely without heat and undermined by the downright stupid affection written all over his pink-rubbed face. Richie does what Carmy can't and leans in to kiss him again, and again, and again -- and then pulls back, somewhat reluctantly. ]
Okay. Okay. [ Getting it together. He shuffles back a bit on the bed, climbs backwards over Carmy's leg and gives him a fond smack on the ass in question for good measure, in a thoroughly excellent mood. That's what kissing Carmy does. ]
Take 'em off and spread it, Berzatto.
[ Completely without heat and undermined by the downright stupid affection written all over his pink-rubbed face. Richie does what Carmy can't and leans in to kiss him again, and again, and again -- and then pulls back, somewhat reluctantly. ]
Okay. Okay. [ Getting it together. He shuffles back a bit on the bed, climbs backwards over Carmy's leg and gives him a fond smack on the ass in question for good measure, in a thoroughly excellent mood. That's what kissing Carmy does. ]
Take 'em off and spread it, Berzatto.
[ Carmy grunts, kicks him a little with his heel, though not hard. Though that's undermined by how hot he gets for it, a pleased flush. Hard to say whether it's the smack or the lightly bullying instruction, maybe both. ]
Fuck you.
[ He's doing it, though, dick catching on the waistband and then slapping back up, peach fuzz thighs flexing as he lifts his ass up, then drops back down to pull his briefs the rest of the way off and toss them. He's getting more comfortable just being naked around Richie. ]
Fuck, this is a stupid idea, actually, hate when I can't touch you.
[ Running a hand over Richie's head and then wiggling further down the bed to get at him properly, start undressing him. Maybe angling for more kisses. ]
Fuck you.
[ He's doing it, though, dick catching on the waistband and then slapping back up, peach fuzz thighs flexing as he lifts his ass up, then drops back down to pull his briefs the rest of the way off and toss them. He's getting more comfortable just being naked around Richie. ]
Fuck, this is a stupid idea, actually, hate when I can't touch you.
[ Running a hand over Richie's head and then wiggling further down the bed to get at him properly, start undressing him. Maybe angling for more kisses. ]
[ It was cute when he was mostly naked and it's even cuter when he's fully naked, all flushed and turned on and excitable like a puppy. Richie accepts him into his lap with a air of grudging affection that he can't make very convincing when he's grinning at him so much. ]
Yeah, well it's your stupid idea, so you're going to have to deal with the consequences, cousin.
[ Richie accepts him into his lap, but he's not going down so easily this time. He reaches out to catch Carmy's wrists, pulling his arms down so he stays dressed and can kiss his neck, then suck a bruise onto him, not caring how much he squirms while he does it. ]
Yeah, well it's your stupid idea, so you're going to have to deal with the consequences, cousin.
[ Richie accepts him into his lap, but he's not going down so easily this time. He reaches out to catch Carmy's wrists, pulling his arms down so he stays dressed and can kiss his neck, then suck a bruise onto him, not caring how much he squirms while he does it. ]
Rich- auuugh, Richie.
[ Trying to wriggle himself free himself from this grapple, failing. Giggling, of all the fucking things, even as he tightens his thighs on Richie's. Rides into his lap. Licks his ear just because he can reach it. ]
Lemme get your fucking - god, you taste like chlorine - get naked, jagoff.
[ Like he hasn't been tormenting him all day to get exactly this kind of reaction. ]
[ Trying to wriggle himself free himself from this grapple, failing. Giggling, of all the fucking things, even as he tightens his thighs on Richie's. Rides into his lap. Licks his ear just because he can reach it. ]
Lemme get your fucking - god, you taste like chlorine - get naked, jagoff.
[ Like he hasn't been tormenting him all day to get exactly this kind of reaction. ]
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