[ That's about as much as Richie can contribute for a moment, breathing hard, his skull still ringing with the combination of the effort and his racing heartbeat. He stays lying on his back, looking vaguely up at the pink-washed guy in the mirror above him, trying to catch his breath again. ]
Fuck. [ He repeats it agreeably, ending on a dry smoker's cough that rattles him enough to make him twist around and prop himself up on an elbow until it clears. He's grinning, cum-drunk, when he looks over at Carmy. ]
You make me insane, cuz. That's what's fucking wrong. [ He flails out a hand, squeezes whatever part of Carmy it lands on -- his ankle or his calf or his thigh or whatever. ] Your fault for being so irresistible, jagoff.
[ Richie's gonna have to be okay with ass to mouth because Carmy's gonna inflict it on him now, pouncing on him to kiss him. Fucking boyfriends, kissing, this shit is unbelievably gay and insane. His eyes are still all crinkly when he pulls away a second time. He paps Richie's cheek twice as he goes. ]
You want some water, old man?
[ Carmy still feels clumsy high but he knows his legs will hold. His thighs are all slick at the top when he stands, balls and ass, but it's his turn to go do the after-sex fetch so he just towels down a little in the bathroom and comes back with water and a new damp cloth. It's Richie's turn to get it thrown directly at his face. But then Carmy hops right back on the bed, stretches out on his side, relaxing back into the mattress; he's gonna stick around for a while yet. ]
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[ That's about as much as Richie can contribute for a moment, breathing hard, his skull still ringing with the combination of the effort and his racing heartbeat. He stays lying on his back, looking vaguely up at the pink-washed guy in the mirror above him, trying to catch his breath again. ]
Fuck. [ He repeats it agreeably, ending on a dry smoker's cough that rattles him enough to make him twist around and prop himself up on an elbow until it clears. He's grinning, cum-drunk, when he looks over at Carmy. ]
You make me insane, cuz. That's what's fucking wrong. [ He flails out a hand, squeezes whatever part of Carmy it lands on -- his ankle or his calf or his thigh or whatever. ] Your fault for being so irresistible, jagoff.
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You want some water, old man?
[ Carmy still feels clumsy high but he knows his legs will hold. His thighs are all slick at the top when he stands, balls and ass, but it's his turn to go do the after-sex fetch so he just towels down a little in the bathroom and comes back with water and a new damp cloth. It's Richie's turn to get it thrown directly at his face. But then Carmy hops right back on the bed, stretches out on his side, relaxing back into the mattress; he's gonna stick around for a while yet. ]