[ Carmy has an arm thrown over his face like he can hide from the spiritual enlightenment slash existential panic of how much he fucking loved that. Catching his breath, in his head a little (what's wrong with me, etc). The washer hits him cold in the abdomen and snaps him out of it; he grabs for it with a clumsy hand and cleans himself with one long swipe. Just enough that he doesn't drip when he rolls on his side.
Carmen stares at Richie, taking in the long lines of him. Fidgeting with the damp fabric, then coming close enough to swipe at a few places Richie was in the splash zone. Then touching again, just fingers this time, exploring his bare chest a little, brow furrowed. ]
Okay.
[ Contemplative, concentrating, looking at Richie like he's a dish being plated for the first time. His tone is soft as hell. ]
Okay, yeah. Your turn.
[ To get his mind blown. Carmy is determined; Richie spends so much time thinking about what other people want, king of service, and it's left Carmy riding all this warm affection and devotion he doesn't know how to express. He kind of wants to get the lube and let Richie back inside, carefully, but he's gonna wait a little more on that one and let the chafing go down. So instead: ]
[ His turn. Richie doesn't really know what he wants his turn to be. He's enjoying Carmy's big warm hands on his body, but he always likes that. He's turned on but also tired, coming down off the experience of having to slam the brakes on his own neurochemistry.
It's a lot, plus the whole thing where Carmy asked to be his, and he kind of wants to just lie on the bed and cuddle for a while. But whatever Carmy has in mind is probably better -- it almost always is better -- so he does as he's told, crawls up the bed until he's on it properly and then rolls over onto his belly with a grunt, keeping himself propped up on his elbows so he can look at his cousin and not up at the mirror above them. ]
Not my best angle, cuz. [ Flat pasty white forty year old man ass, plus Calvin tat. Plus knife scar. Nothing on Carmy's pert muscled backside, in his opinion. ]
[ Carmy smacks his thigh, though not with any real intent behind it. ]
Shut the fuck up. Don't talk about my hot boyfriend like that.
[ He isn't starting at the ass in question, though, shifting to straddle one of Richie's thighs and running his hands over his back. Starts, tentatively, up at the top of the spine, thumbs digging into muscle. Richie has sun freckles and he presses kisses to them, chases the constellation downward.
Carmy has strong hands, that have kneaded so much dough and meat, and he knows where the muscles of the back are, where to press to force everything to relax, so he's pretty good at this. But he's nervous, too, peppering hot kisses to try and find where on Richie's back he's sensitive, because this is like - romance shit, right, the g word and the f word. Keeps waiting to be wrestled off or worse, patiently told no, that he's misunderstood something about what they're doing here, he's just a hole for Richie to use.
By the time he's reached Richie's pasty white forty year old man ass, he's getting some confidence back, which is probably also why he needed the ramp up. So he can sound like he knows what he's doing: ]
[ Whatever stupid shit he was going to come out with is interrupted as Carmy's thumbs dig into him and do something good to the knots in his back, uncomfortable-painful-good, and Richie just groans and surrenders, sliding down to pillow his hands on his arms. As Carmy continues, he keeps making noises, low pleased sounds at having his stress pulped by Carmy's strong fingers. This was a good idea. ]
Fuck, cousin. That feels great.
[ He likes the kisses too, and the feeling of Carmy's weight leaning over him, the drag of his dick and balls over the back of his thigh as he moves around. Unfamiliar but familiar. Tiffany had always been kind of too small to do this for him, worried about hurting him. But Carmy has the muscle for it.
Sinking into the feeling and the physical sensation, Richie just sort of murmurs at the request, shifting his thighs wider without question, letting Carmy do whatever he wants. ]
[ Carmy wishes he hated the trashy fucking tattoo more than he actually does, presses a gentle kiss to the scar next to it as he settles himself between Richie's spread legs. Kisses the underside of his ass where it's furry, along the juncture of the thigh, and then licks inwards from there. Works his hands into the muscle here, too, and noses up behind Richie's balls. ]
Tell me if this is too...
[ Weird. Gross. Gay. Whatever. Because Carmy is just gonna go for it, tongue up the salt-sweat of Richie's taint and get in there. Pull his ass open enough that Carmy can lick along the hair, closing his eyes, and wet around his hole, hoping this feels as good as he imagines it's gotta. He badly, badly wants to make Richie feel good.
To that end, he's getting a hand involved, thumbing slick over the perineum. He kind of thought it'd be like eating pussy, which he loves, and it's actually totally different but he's still enjoying himself. The taste doesn't bother him, and neither does the hygiene, really, it's all just Richie. ]
[ It's not until Carmy's actually down there with his mouth on Richie's ass, little soft kisses and the heat of his breath on his skin, that he clues into what's going on. He opens his eyes, turning his head to try and look back over his shoulder at Carmy hunkered over between his thighs. ]
I'm not -- [ He begins, unsure, but then there's the feeling of Carmy's tongue sliding over his balls and upwards between his cheeks and Richie's words kind of strangle themselves off as he tenses up about it. It feels -- incredibly intimate. Weird. Like something they definitely shouldn't be doing. But it also feels good and hot, imagining this is what it would be like if he had a pussy that Carmy could go down on, another weird and hot thing to think about. Knowing that Carmy is doing it because he wants to -- at least Richie hopes it's because it's what he wants. ]
Oh. Oh fuck, cousin.
[ The more he continues, the better it feels. Richie relaxes by tiny increments and then tenses up again with every stroke of Carmy's tongue. The pressure of Carmy's thumb makes it easier. He shifts himself a little bit, opening his legs some more, and finds out he's getting hard. ]
You're really doing this. Fucking weird. Fuck! Why does that feel good? Yeah, fuck. Fuck, stay there.
[ Stay there makes Carmy choke back a sudden laugh, because where the fuck else is he gonna go. But he's gathering between all those expletives that this is working. He wasn't sure if — he wishes he had the intimate and specific details of exactly what stuff Richie's done with guys other than him, so he could know going in what's, like, new new. And also so he could jerk off about it and hate himself.
Actually, if he starts letting himself think this is gonna be agonizing, so he refocuses in on wet hair and working his tongue, bringing his fingers into the equation because he's good with them and it's something else to concentrate on. Micro adjustments, tugging Richie's hole open so he can slick his tongue around the inner muscle, then work in the first knuckle of his thumb like a bookmark so he can nip and suck and make a general mess of the whole area.
He's gonna lose track of time just working out how to make Richie say fuck in a really specific way that's like, his sex-swearing - he moves his other hand to fish Richie's dick down and then leaves it there, feeling it pulse against his fingers and palm. Wanders his mouth down to lick at it, suck on his balls for a while, back up to eating him out. He doesn't mind how long it takes, he thinks he could do this all fucking day, or at least until his tongue and jaw cramp up and fail him, and that's a ways away. ]
[ As much as Richie might want to make sure that Carmy gets as much out of this as he does, it takes him a little while to get past the roadblocks that keep telling him that this isn't allowed, that it's dirty, that Carmy is probably just doing it to humor him -- even though he never asked for it. But it feels really good, especially once Carmy starts using his hands a lot more. Getting his thumb in there at least isn't a totally new experience; Richie can let himself relax about it, and even starts pushing back against him a little, tiny movements of his hips to rock back into Carmy's fingers and tongue. ]
Fuck, cousin. That feels fucking great. Fuck!
[ The hot wet sweeps of his tongue move down to his dick and balls. Richie groans and grips handfuls of the blankets and feels his pulse throb in his cock, harder than he could have ever expected to be like this. He digs his toes into the edge of the mattress, wanting it to go on forever but knowing it can't, wondering if Carmy's waiting for him to tell him to stop or what. ]
Carm -- fuck. Carmen.
[ He props himself up a bit, looks over his shoulder. Red-faced, wanting something undefinable. Wanting Carmy on top of him, rutting into the wet slide of his ass. Wanting his mouth on his dick again. Wanting to fuck him. Wanting heat, pressure, skin contact, kisses, to be pushed down and fucked, lots of things. Just wanting Carmy.
Clumsily, he holds out an arm backwards, mute request: come here. ]
[ Carmy looks up at him, lifting his face and rubbing a hand over his jaw. He doesn't wanna, and he's always been the kind of asshole who just kind of does whatever he wants. Spoiled youngest sibling, deeply stubborn and resistant to authority for the sake of authority. He puts his hand in Richie's thumbing up his forearm and back down to his palm. Looks at his spit-messy hole, the flush of his cock against the sheets. Doesn't seem like he's gonna come up there, actually. ]
You want I should stop?
[ Lightly amused, like he doesn't think Richie really wants that. He thinks it's more likely that Richie can't fucking cum from this and frankly he doesn't care about that, and won't unless made to. ]
[ Flushed and turned on, Richie's too dialled up to be sassed without arguing. He pulls his hand back, rubs his face against his forearm. Is now a good time to talk about how much he likes his cousin eating his ass? Probably not. Yes. No. He just wants a lot of things he can't figure out how to ask for yet.
In the end he just sort of subsides again, flattens himself out and scoots his legs further apart, inviting Carmy back. Though he keeps talking, even though Carmy might be too preoccupied to respond. ]
Feels fucking weird, though. In a good way. Is this how girls feel all the time, you think? Like, vulnerable? Fuck. Hey -- hey, maybe we could. Um. If I lie on my side you could keep doing that, but I could suck your dick at the same time? Like a sort of 69 situation?
[ Carmy was just gonna carry on with it until that, and then instead he stops all together, and does finally shift up the bed, flopping down next to Richie so he can properly see his face. It doesn't help to elucidate anything. ]
You're feeling vulnerable?
[ Quiet, brow pinched a little, wiggling closer. He sort of gets it, except when it's him that's his favourite place to be. His mouth is all red and wet, and he isn't going to try and kiss Richie, just puts a dry hand on his face and thumbs his beard. Tries to match that vulnerability some. ]
[ Getting Carmy to stop and come to him isn't exactly the intended outcome, but Richie doesn't regret it. He stays lying where he is, looks at his cousin, pinked up cheeks and slightly wet eyes. His gaze lingers on Carmy's mouth a little longer than it usually would, thinking about where he's just been, wondering with himself about whether he still wants to kiss him. Sure, probably.
He turns his head when Carmy touches him, rubs his own mouth across the heel of his palm. Puts a kiss there like a gift. ]
Yeah? [ He gets it, kind of. There are still lines on his forehead, though, as he frowns. ] Is that how you feel when I do things to you?
[ Maybe he should have asked before, instead of assuming. ]
[ Carmy seems to be genuinely thinking about this as he slides their legs together: ]
Maybe? Not in a bad way.
[ He swallows, feeling a little vulnerable right now, forcing himself to just kinda sit with it, push through. The urge to get unreasonably angry is there, low in his stomach, out of place. Like he doesn't know how to just have an intimate moment. It heats his gaze molten intense. ]
I'm sort of, going entirely by. By what I'm into here, but I uh, I - mostly like weird shit, so. But then you make these noises.
[ And he loses his whole mind wanting to get Richie off. His hand drops, and he runs his fingers through the hair on Richie's stomach, just playing idly, looking down at it. ]
Yeah, I like it. [ Agreeable, reassuring. Richie shifts his weight to prop himself up more on his side, facing Carmy, like they're a pair of teenage girls at a sleepover. He's still kind of hard and his ass is slick and wet where Carmy's been at it, but that's not a bad thing.
He hums thoughtfully, watching Carmy's face while Carmy's not looking at him. ]
I like, um. Watching you sort of fall apart a bit. I guess this is the same. I like knowing it's raw, you know? Like it's fucking real. Like really real. Just you and me. [ Another pause, still thoughtful. ]
Cousin, you should know, you're the only guy I've done this kind of thing with. Going all the way. I know it probably seems like I'm an expert or something because I'm a fucking g. But I'm still kind of new to it too.
[ Carmy's all lowered lashes for a moment, embarrassed. ]
Cool.
[ Yeah, he likes that a lot, it makes his stomach flip over the same way all the boyfriend shit does, the vertigo of infatuation. He peeks up at Richie. ]
I asked the library for books on this shit and it told me I just had to like. Do it more.
[ Which was annoying and he looked up some anatomy textbooks just to spite it, like fuck you I can learn about sex here. Just because a skill improves through practice doesn't mean written instruction doesn't have value, otherwise why would there be so many cookbooks. But he doesn't say any of that. Instead he taps Richie's chest flat palmed: ]
Stay there. Stay there.
[ He's gonna get the lube from whatever drawer they've stashed it in, smooching Richie's temple on the way past. ]
[ It's not like Richie's going anywhere. He does roll over onto his back, though, just to kind of settle down a bit. It means he has to look up at himself in the mirror, but he's getting used to that. Finds he doesn't mind it so much, the sight of himself naked and half-hard, spread out and waiting for Carmy. It feels kind of good. Erotic.
His hand drifts down to stroke himself a little while he waits for Carmy to get back. ]
Fucking library, man. That shit creeps me out. Should have asked for some porn, I guess.
I specified not porn. I've seen gay porn, it's not that interesting.
[ Unless it's like, kink dot com kinda stuff, where the idea of someone sticking a rod in his dick becomes more interesting than watching dudes fuck. But saying that, he turns back with the bottle in hand and looks at Richie and holy shit. Kicked in the nuts by how hot it is to watch him jerk off. He pauses a moment, lingering, before coming back to stretch out beside him again, mouth gone dry. ]
Jesus christ, Richie.
[ He uncaps the lube, drizzles it over Richie's cock with accidental panache, plating muscle memory. ]
[ The concept of Carmy watching gay porn is never going to lose its appeal for Richie in his capacity as troublesome older brother figures as much as the newly minted hot boyfriend. He twists around a bit to look at him, which means they end up doing eye contact while he strokes himself, which makes everything else he's thinking about just slide right out of his mind.
He watches Carmy and the lube with his eyebrows raised, holding his hand out of the way. ]
[ Not a no. He takes Richie's hand and brings it back to his dick, linking their fingers together. His other hand props his head up again so he can look between Richie's face and their hands on him. Probably the mirror view is pretty good too. ]
Easy nine, cousin. And you can't say I'm biased, I got external feedback and shit.
[ He tugs his own lower lip between his teeth. ]
You should fuck me again. Some more.
[ Practice makes perfect, and he's a perfectionist. Also, he thinks if they use enough lube it might hurt exactly perfectly for him to get off again and he's a spoiled brat sometimes so that's a contributing factor. ]
[ It's a little difficult to concentrate on anything beyond the feeling of holding Carmy's hand on his dick. Richie goes with it immediately, working their joined hands up and down a little, his breath catching as he gets harder, eyes going dark as physical responses start to matter mote than words. ]
Heard, chef. [ Yeah, he's going to keep doing that. But also: ]
[ Being an asshole just because he still hates being called chef in the bedroom. One last crackling stroke and he leaves Richie to jerk himself off while Carmy lubes up his fingers and, trying to act casual about it, slips his hand back between his legs to slick himself. Hisses sharply, his own cock kicking harder as he fingers chafed and roughly-stretched hole. ]
[ Stroking himself off while he watches Carmy finger-fuck himself is a pretty great idea, actually, but Richie's getting greedy the more horny he becomes. He waves his free hand in a circle, like turn around for me. ]
[ He's been kind of accidentally edging Richie, so Carmy doesn't bother stringing this out with more argumentative bullshit trying to rile Richie up, just fucking does it. Pulls his fingers out with a heavy, shuddering exhale and drops onto his stomach and rolls into Richie, leaning back into him, all turned around. Though it wouldn't take any force for Richie to put him where he wants him, Carmy pliant in the service of getting what he wants.
[ As if he's going to turn him down. In the end Richie just sort of rolls with it, literally, until Carmy is more or less on top of him, both of them looking up into the mirror -- or they will be, once Richie is done looking down to try and configure things. He slings an arm around Carmy and keeps his hand on his dick to more or less guide himself into the right place, letting Carmy do some of the work as well.
Once they're lined up, he lets go and lifts his hips, fucking up by Carmy in slow and careful inches and watching himself do it over the curve of his shoulder. ]
[ Carmy isn't looking at first either, has his eyes closed as Richie manhandles him. ]
Like when you move me around.
[ Worth the embarrassment of admitting that gets him off if it means Richie does it more on purpose.
Carmy peeks up at them in the mirror, wraps a hand around his dick kinda self-consciously, shivering at the sight of himself splayed out over Richie, getting fucked. Squeezes himself hard as Richie pushes in, low noises punched out of him as his poor ass stretches for him again. It feels really good, like stretching an overworked hamstring.
Despite telling Richie to do all the work he does splay wider, put a foot flat on the mattress, muscular thigh going taut as he lifts his hips up off Richie until he feels the head at the rim, then drops back and takes him deep with a soft shout of a curse. Fumbles to find one of Richie's hands and hold it, wrap it around his torso, weight in his shoulderblades as he does it again. Eyes closing once more because if he watches himself lapdancing for Richie's cock he'll expire. ]
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Carmen stares at Richie, taking in the long lines of him. Fidgeting with the damp fabric, then coming close enough to swipe at a few places Richie was in the splash zone. Then touching again, just fingers this time, exploring his bare chest a little, brow furrowed. ]
Okay.
[ Contemplative, concentrating, looking at Richie like he's a dish being plated for the first time. His tone is soft as hell. ]
Okay, yeah. Your turn.
[ To get his mind blown. Carmy is determined; Richie spends so much time thinking about what other people want, king of service, and it's left Carmy riding all this warm affection and devotion he doesn't know how to express. He kind of wants to get the lube and let Richie back inside, carefully, but he's gonna wait a little more on that one and let the chafing go down. So instead: ]
Turn over.
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It's a lot, plus the whole thing where Carmy asked to be his, and he kind of wants to just lie on the bed and cuddle for a while. But whatever Carmy has in mind is probably better -- it almost always is better -- so he does as he's told, crawls up the bed until he's on it properly and then rolls over onto his belly with a grunt, keeping himself propped up on his elbows so he can look at his cousin and not up at the mirror above them. ]
Not my best angle, cuz. [ Flat pasty white forty year old man ass, plus Calvin tat. Plus knife scar. Nothing on Carmy's pert muscled backside, in his opinion. ]
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Shut the fuck up. Don't talk about my hot boyfriend like that.
[ He isn't starting at the ass in question, though, shifting to straddle one of Richie's thighs and running his hands over his back. Starts, tentatively, up at the top of the spine, thumbs digging into muscle. Richie has sun freckles and he presses kisses to them, chases the constellation downward.
Carmy has strong hands, that have kneaded so much dough and meat, and he knows where the muscles of the back are, where to press to force everything to relax, so he's pretty good at this. But he's nervous, too, peppering hot kisses to try and find where on Richie's back he's sensitive, because this is like - romance shit, right, the g word and the f word. Keeps waiting to be wrestled off or worse, patiently told no, that he's misunderstood something about what they're doing here, he's just a hole for Richie to use.
By the time he's reached Richie's pasty white forty year old man ass, he's getting some confidence back, which is probably also why he needed the ramp up. So he can sound like he knows what he's doing: ]
Knees wide.
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[ Whatever stupid shit he was going to come out with is interrupted as Carmy's thumbs dig into him and do something good to the knots in his back, uncomfortable-painful-good, and Richie just groans and surrenders, sliding down to pillow his hands on his arms. As Carmy continues, he keeps making noises, low pleased sounds at having his stress pulped by Carmy's strong fingers. This was a good idea. ]
Fuck, cousin. That feels great.
[ He likes the kisses too, and the feeling of Carmy's weight leaning over him, the drag of his dick and balls over the back of his thigh as he moves around. Unfamiliar but familiar. Tiffany had always been kind of too small to do this for him, worried about hurting him. But Carmy has the muscle for it.
Sinking into the feeling and the physical sensation, Richie just sort of murmurs at the request, shifting his thighs wider without question, letting Carmy do whatever he wants. ]
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Tell me if this is too...
[ Weird. Gross. Gay. Whatever. Because Carmy is just gonna go for it, tongue up the salt-sweat of Richie's taint and get in there. Pull his ass open enough that Carmy can lick along the hair, closing his eyes, and wet around his hole, hoping this feels as good as he imagines it's gotta. He badly, badly wants to make Richie feel good.
To that end, he's getting a hand involved, thumbing slick over the perineum. He kind of thought it'd be like eating pussy, which he loves, and it's actually totally different but he's still enjoying himself. The taste doesn't bother him, and neither does the hygiene, really, it's all just Richie. ]
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I'm not -- [ He begins, unsure, but then there's the feeling of Carmy's tongue sliding over his balls and upwards between his cheeks and Richie's words kind of strangle themselves off as he tenses up about it. It feels -- incredibly intimate. Weird. Like something they definitely shouldn't be doing. But it also feels good and hot, imagining this is what it would be like if he had a pussy that Carmy could go down on, another weird and hot thing to think about. Knowing that Carmy is doing it because he wants to -- at least Richie hopes it's because it's what he wants. ]
Oh. Oh fuck, cousin.
[ The more he continues, the better it feels. Richie relaxes by tiny increments and then tenses up again with every stroke of Carmy's tongue. The pressure of Carmy's thumb makes it easier. He shifts himself a little bit, opening his legs some more, and finds out he's getting hard. ]
You're really doing this. Fucking weird. Fuck! Why does that feel good? Yeah, fuck. Fuck, stay there.
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Actually, if he starts letting himself think this is gonna be agonizing, so he refocuses in on wet hair and working his tongue, bringing his fingers into the equation because he's good with them and it's something else to concentrate on. Micro adjustments, tugging Richie's hole open so he can slick his tongue around the inner muscle, then work in the first knuckle of his thumb like a bookmark so he can nip and suck and make a general mess of the whole area.
He's gonna lose track of time just working out how to make Richie say fuck in a really specific way that's like, his sex-swearing - he moves his other hand to fish Richie's dick down and then leaves it there, feeling it pulse against his fingers and palm. Wanders his mouth down to lick at it, suck on his balls for a while, back up to eating him out. He doesn't mind how long it takes, he thinks he could do this all fucking day, or at least until his tongue and jaw cramp up and fail him, and that's a ways away. ]
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Fuck, cousin. That feels fucking great. Fuck!
[ The hot wet sweeps of his tongue move down to his dick and balls. Richie groans and grips handfuls of the blankets and feels his pulse throb in his cock, harder than he could have ever expected to be like this. He digs his toes into the edge of the mattress, wanting it to go on forever but knowing it can't, wondering if Carmy's waiting for him to tell him to stop or what. ]
Carm -- fuck. Carmen.
[ He props himself up a bit, looks over his shoulder. Red-faced, wanting something undefinable. Wanting Carmy on top of him, rutting into the wet slide of his ass. Wanting his mouth on his dick again. Wanting to fuck him. Wanting heat, pressure, skin contact, kisses, to be pushed down and fucked, lots of things. Just wanting Carmy.
Clumsily, he holds out an arm backwards, mute request: come here. ]
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You want I should stop?
[ Lightly amused, like he doesn't think Richie really wants that. He thinks it's more likely that Richie can't fucking cum from this and frankly he doesn't care about that, and won't unless made to. ]
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[ Flushed and turned on, Richie's too dialled up to be sassed without arguing. He pulls his hand back, rubs his face against his forearm. Is now a good time to talk about how much he likes his cousin eating his ass? Probably not. Yes. No. He just wants a lot of things he can't figure out how to ask for yet.
In the end he just sort of subsides again, flattens himself out and scoots his legs further apart, inviting Carmy back. Though he keeps talking, even though Carmy might be too preoccupied to respond. ]
Feels fucking weird, though. In a good way. Is this how girls feel all the time, you think? Like, vulnerable? Fuck. Hey -- hey, maybe we could. Um. If I lie on my side you could keep doing that, but I could suck your dick at the same time? Like a sort of 69 situation?
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You're feeling vulnerable?
[ Quiet, brow pinched a little, wiggling closer. He sort of gets it, except when it's him that's his favourite place to be. His mouth is all red and wet, and he isn't going to try and kiss Richie, just puts a dry hand on his face and thumbs his beard. Tries to match that vulnerability some. ]
Fucking love doing that to you, cuz.
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He turns his head when Carmy touches him, rubs his own mouth across the heel of his palm. Puts a kiss there like a gift. ]
Yeah? [ He gets it, kind of. There are still lines on his forehead, though, as he frowns. ] Is that how you feel when I do things to you?
[ Maybe he should have asked before, instead of assuming. ]
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Maybe? Not in a bad way.
[ He swallows, feeling a little vulnerable right now, forcing himself to just kinda sit with it, push through. The urge to get unreasonably angry is there, low in his stomach, out of place. Like he doesn't know how to just have an intimate moment. It heats his gaze molten intense. ]
I'm sort of, going entirely by. By what I'm into here, but I uh, I - mostly like weird shit, so. But then you make these noises.
[ And he loses his whole mind wanting to get Richie off. His hand drops, and he runs his fingers through the hair on Richie's stomach, just playing idly, looking down at it. ]
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He hums thoughtfully, watching Carmy's face while Carmy's not looking at him. ]
I like, um. Watching you sort of fall apart a bit. I guess this is the same. I like knowing it's raw, you know? Like it's fucking real. Like really real. Just you and me. [ Another pause, still thoughtful. ]
Cousin, you should know, you're the only guy I've done this kind of thing with. Going all the way. I know it probably seems like I'm an expert or something because I'm a fucking g. But I'm still kind of new to it too.
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Cool.
[ Yeah, he likes that a lot, it makes his stomach flip over the same way all the boyfriend shit does, the vertigo of infatuation. He peeks up at Richie. ]
I asked the library for books on this shit and it told me I just had to like. Do it more.
[ Which was annoying and he looked up some anatomy textbooks just to spite it, like fuck you I can learn about sex here. Just because a skill improves through practice doesn't mean written instruction doesn't have value, otherwise why would there be so many cookbooks. But he doesn't say any of that. Instead he taps Richie's chest flat palmed: ]
Stay there. Stay there.
[ He's gonna get the lube from whatever drawer they've stashed it in, smooching Richie's temple on the way past. ]
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His hand drifts down to stroke himself a little while he waits for Carmy to get back. ]
Fucking library, man. That shit creeps me out. Should have asked for some porn, I guess.
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[ Unless it's like, kink dot com kinda stuff, where the idea of someone sticking a rod in his dick becomes more interesting than watching dudes fuck. But saying that, he turns back with the bottle in hand and looks at Richie and holy shit. Kicked in the nuts by how hot it is to watch him jerk off. He pauses a moment, lingering, before coming back to stretch out beside him again, mouth gone dry. ]
Jesus christ, Richie.
[ He uncaps the lube, drizzles it over Richie's cock with accidental panache, plating muscle memory. ]
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He watches Carmy and the lube with his eyebrows raised, holding his hand out of the way. ]
Yo, did you just drizzle me?
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[ Not a no. He takes Richie's hand and brings it back to his dick, linking their fingers together. His other hand props his head up again so he can look between Richie's face and their hands on him. Probably the mirror view is pretty good too. ]
Easy nine, cousin. And you can't say I'm biased, I got external feedback and shit.
[ He tugs his own lower lip between his teeth. ]
You should fuck me again. Some more.
[ Practice makes perfect, and he's a perfectionist. Also, he thinks if they use enough lube it might hurt exactly perfectly for him to get off again and he's a spoiled brat sometimes so that's a contributing factor. ]
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Heard, chef. [ Yeah, he's going to keep doing that. But also: ]
You want to get on top? See if you can ride it?
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[ Being an asshole just because he still hates being called chef in the bedroom. One last crackling stroke and he leaves Richie to jerk himself off while Carmy lubes up his fingers and, trying to act casual about it, slips his hand back between his legs to slick himself. Hisses sharply, his own cock kicking harder as he fingers chafed and roughly-stretched hole. ]
Fuck.
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Yeah, fuck.
[ Stroking himself off while he watches Carmy finger-fuck himself is a pretty great idea, actually, but Richie's getting greedy the more horny he becomes. He waves his free hand in a circle, like turn around for me. ]
Turn around, cuz. Come on, your turn.
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[ He's been kind of accidentally edging Richie, so Carmy doesn't bother stringing this out with more argumentative bullshit trying to rile Richie up, just fucking does it. Pulls his fingers out with a heavy, shuddering exhale and drops onto his stomach and rolls into Richie, leaning back into him, all turned around. Though it wouldn't take any force for Richie to put him where he wants him, Carmy pliant in the service of getting what he wants.
When he speaks his voice is low and ragged. ]
Want you.
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[ As if he's going to turn him down. In the end Richie just sort of rolls with it, literally, until Carmy is more or less on top of him, both of them looking up into the mirror -- or they will be, once Richie is done looking down to try and configure things. He slings an arm around Carmy and keeps his hand on his dick to more or less guide himself into the right place, letting Carmy do some of the work as well.
Once they're lined up, he lets go and lifts his hips, fucking up by Carmy in slow and careful inches and watching himself do it over the curve of his shoulder. ]
Fuck. We're so fucking hot, Carm.
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Like when you move me around.
[ Worth the embarrassment of admitting that gets him off if it means Richie does it more on purpose.
Carmy peeks up at them in the mirror, wraps a hand around his dick kinda self-consciously, shivering at the sight of himself splayed out over Richie, getting fucked. Squeezes himself hard as Richie pushes in, low noises punched out of him as his poor ass stretches for him again. It feels really good, like stretching an overworked hamstring.
Despite telling Richie to do all the work he does splay wider, put a foot flat on the mattress, muscular thigh going taut as he lifts his hips up off Richie until he feels the head at the rim, then drops back and takes him deep with a soft shout of a curse. Fumbles to find one of Richie's hands and hold it, wrap it around his torso, weight in his shoulderblades as he does it again. Eyes closing once more because if he watches himself lapdancing for Richie's cock he'll expire. ]
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