[ Carmy gasps in shocked lungfuls of air that hitch back out of him in needy little noises, feeling like he's gone all to wet fucking pieces over Richie moving him like that, like it's nothing, like he's small and nothing, just a hole for him to use to get off.
It should be too much, given he was almost too chafed raw for round two, but he doesn't protest or wriggle away. Carmy buries his hot cheeks in the crook of his own elbow and grits his teeth and takes it, takes it, takes it. His cock is trapped between his thigh and the sheets, and around the moment he realizes Richie is doing that breeding hitch to really get his dick in there as he comes in Carmy - he can't feel it but he can imagine it, Richie flooding his insides. It drags a long groan out of him, and his dick is so fucking wet, and he's right up on the edge, wriggling his hips to kinda rub the head of his cock into the pre-slick fabric. He bites his own forearm so hard it draws blood and comes again, sobbing and panting and stupid.
Whites out for a little with it, just a crumpled tissue of a person for long moments, wet breaths, wet everything, Richie heavy behind him. At first he doesn't want him to pull out, or pull away, wishes they were face to face so he could wrap clutching arms and legs around him and keep this intimate connection so he wouldn't have to return alone into his own head. But that feeling only lasts so long, and then he abruptly needs his own space. ]
Don't pass out on me.
[ He wriggles out from under Richie, rolls messily across the mattress and tries to get up but feels like a baby giraffe with his limbs all useless. Ends up just sitting up, one hand over his forehead and into his hair, eyes unfocused and a little wild. ]
Cousin. I love you, but that was insane. That was insane, right? That was fucking- what the fuck is wrong with us.
[ Light laugher in his voice, glancing sideways at Richie. How is it so good with him? Disgusting, and exhausting, and viscerally good. His heart hurts. ]
[ 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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Date: 2024-10-08 01:58 pm (UTC)It should be too much, given he was almost too chafed raw for round two, but he doesn't protest or wriggle away. Carmy buries his hot cheeks in the crook of his own elbow and grits his teeth and takes it, takes it, takes it. His cock is trapped between his thigh and the sheets, and around the moment he realizes Richie is doing that breeding hitch to really get his dick in there as he comes in Carmy - he can't feel it but he can imagine it, Richie flooding his insides. It drags a long groan out of him, and his dick is so fucking wet, and he's right up on the edge, wriggling his hips to kinda rub the head of his cock into the pre-slick fabric. He bites his own forearm so hard it draws blood and comes again, sobbing and panting and stupid.
Whites out for a little with it, just a crumpled tissue of a person for long moments, wet breaths, wet everything, Richie heavy behind him. At first he doesn't want him to pull out, or pull away, wishes they were face to face so he could wrap clutching arms and legs around him and keep this intimate connection so he wouldn't have to return alone into his own head. But that feeling only lasts so long, and then he abruptly needs his own space. ]
Don't pass out on me.
[ He wriggles out from under Richie, rolls messily across the mattress and tries to get up but feels like a baby giraffe with his limbs all useless. Ends up just sitting up, one hand over his forehead and into his hair, eyes unfocused and a little wild. ]
Cousin. I love you, but that was insane. That was insane, right? That was fucking- what the fuck is wrong with us.
[ Light laugher in his voice, glancing sideways at Richie. How is it so good with him? Disgusting, and exhausting, and viscerally good. His heart hurts. ]
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Date: 2024-10-10 11:45 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-10-10 12:07 pm (UTC)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. ]