[ This time, experimentally, Richie sends one back. He's out by the pool doing some reading, so it's a shot of his lap, book balanced on his thigh so he can tug down the waistband of his sweatpants with his thumb. Showing off enough of his dick to hopefully give Carmy a reason to not be in his head. ]
[ Carmy is so dick-drunk he immediately sets it as his phone background, which he will regret and change later, within ten minutes of nutting. Right now it's the highest honor he can bestow. But also he's a Saw trap of a person so instead of commenting on how hot he is for Richie's cock: ]
your hot boyfriebd is jerking it in your bed and you aren't already on your way?? hurtful
[ It's good payback because this time his own casual aside hits Richie like a kick behind the ribs. He instantly wants to argue and get mad about it, which is fucked up, and also feels the impact throb in his dick, which is arguably almost as fucked up.
There's some typing and deleting for half a minute or so. He should ask about it. He should get up and go there right now and suck Carmy off like he wants to. He should do the sensible thing and just shut up and not -- ]
[ But he's already halfway there, stuffing his phone into his pocket to lope up two flights of stairs. By the time he arrives at their rooms he's out of breath -- probably needs to cut down on the cigarettes -- and sweating, but that's okay because he doesn't plan to be dressed very long.
He kicks the door open hard enough to bounce it off the wall, arriving like a hurricane into Carmy's room because the door was closer, so he's already loud as he comes through, not at all unhappy. ]
Hope you haven't finished without me, cuz. I have plans for those fucking little peach fuzz balls of yours. [ He's stripping off his shirt, kicking his shoes away. Once he's in sight of the bed, he pauses to look at Carmy. Bounces in place a little bit, celebratory, before he goes back to pulling off his sweatpants. ]
[ Carmy has barely actually started without him; he's been rolling around in Richie's sheets, taking pictures, toying with himself idly. Flushed and half-hard, a little sweaty. Annoyed with how needy he feels - if he was just horny that would be easy, but he's been like. Emotionally horny.
Richie gives him exactly the reaction he's been fishing for, fucking finally. Bowling in too loud and too enthusiastic, and Carmy crunches up in his bed just to watch him strip off. Hot boyfriend. So hot. (Rating himself a fucking three, he's never gonna get over that.) ]
For the record, talking shit in Italian doesn't make you any more Italian.
[ He at least acquiesces to his cringe fucking desire enough to reach out a hand, making a little grabby gesture, come the fuck here. If he doesn't get Richie on him in five seconds he's gonna explode. ]
[ Hot boyfriend has to hop a bit to pull his socks off but he manages it, left in his just gold chains and a semi hard-on and a grin. It turns out he likes making Carmy greedy, or really any way at all that means he's a little unsettled and emotionally honest with what he wants.
Richie doesn't just climb onto the bed -- he takes a couple of steps and jumps up onto it like a kid, landing as much on top of Carmy as beside him, already grabbing for him to roll him around or just twist his nipples or something, half laughing and half serious. ]
[ Grunted out as he's landed upon, immediately wrestling to try and flip them, just kinda automatic impulse. Kneeing his thigh, grappling with all his stupid gym muscles, rolling them along the huge bed so far they almost spill onto the floor. It's really good, kinetic, and better because he can also put his little teeth in Richie's neck and grind a hard-on over his skin. ]
Asshole, you're such a fucking asshole—
[ Slaps at him, then gives the game away and moans low and hot the moment Richie hits him back. ]
[ Wrestling with Carmy used to be a lot different. Much less naked. Less likely to involve boners and sexual tension. But Richie knows the old tricks, grappling with him and trying to keep out of the way of those fucking arms, hooking a leg around Carmy's thigh and attempting a judo hold which goes nowhere, so he ends up just sort of breathlessly cursing and smacking at his sides and ass -- more his ass, once he gets that moan out of him.
The bed that's probably older than both of them put together shakes and rattles underneath them, creaking and thumping in the heavy wood frame. Richie kicks away what feels like Carmy's phone. ]
-- yeah, fucking cry for me, baby --
[ He digs his fingers into Carmy's backside, hauls at his thigh to pull his knee up and throws his weight around to flip them over and put Carmy on his back diagonal across the ridiculous bed. Going from laughing and yelling to kissing him to shut him up. ]
[ Richie kisses him and suddenly Carmy isn't trying to throw him off anymore, one muscular thigh over his shoulder and the othrr lifting, heel digging just below Richie's ass to keep him in place. Carmy still all flustered and annoyed and so fucking happy he doesn't know what to do with himself. Offers up deep, open-mouthed kisses, hot for it. Richie's cock snug up against his ass. ]
Do it. Just do it.
[ Insane thing to want, he doesn't care though. There's still a violent possessiveness all through him, and he digs his chewed down nails into Richie's freckled shoulders to try and mark him up. ]
[ Totally insane thing to want, but Richie wants it too, in a kind of intense physical way he's not totally used to yet. He grits out a curse half into Carmy's mouth: ]
Fuck, cousin.
[ He kisses Carmy some more before he decides anything for sure, grinding up against his ass, rubbing up and down like he's just using Carmy's body to get himself off. He's sure, then he's not sure, then he's worried he'll hurt him, then he's just really horny. ]
Fuck.
[ Giving in. He leans back a little bit, spits into his palm and rubs it kind of roughly over his dick. Snugs it up against Carmy's eager hole and leans into it a little bit, pushing in, slowly but steadily. Richie looks down, watching his dick going into Carmy with something like awe. ]
[ A despairing little utterance, staring up at Richie bright pink and wide-eyed when he goes from teasing to spitting to doing. The head of his cock plugging up Carmy's hole, stretching it, making him take it. ]
Don't fucking stop unless I tell you.
[ He does open for it, at first with sheer grit and willpower and then after that inch he goes liquid, because it starts to hurt and he fucking loves that. Thrashes underneath Richie with hiccuping breaths. Clawing up great handfuls of his skin convulsively, arching his hips into it, fat little cock trying to drip on his belly. He can't look or he'll fucking embarrass himself, so he screws his eyes shut and makes little bitch noises that might kinda be Richie's name. ]
[ He's so fucking tight, like a hot vice around Richie's dick, like a fist gripping him. It almost hurts, trying to fuck him like that, the friction of it. And then Carmy relaxes a little bit and it's better, and he tenses up again, relaxes again, and it sort of goes like that. Riche leans over him, hands on the mattress and Carmy's knee next to his ear, trying to go slow. ]
Fuck, cousin. Fuck, you're -- you need to stop making so much noise, bro, you're gonna make me lose it --
[ Though he also doesn't want Carmy to stop at all because it's too fucking hot, the way Carmen falls apart inch by inch, the little whines and cries, how he's grabbing at him and digging his nails into Richie's shoulders. It makes Richie want to stop and be gentle but it also makes him want to fuck him so hard the bed falls apart and the two feelings inside him make him feel crazy in the best way.
He shifts a little bit to support himself on one hand and his knees, so he can shove the other one down between them and take hold of Carmy's wet dick, groping it roughly and giving it a few pumps to try and help him through it. ]
Fucking -- fuck yourself on my dick, yeah. Like that.
[ Carmy is pretty sure he couldn't shut up if he tried, noise just dragged out of him with every movement. Embarrassing, how much he loves getting fucked, but worse that he loves getting hurt. Everything is overwhelming and so fucking hot, and he bounces with his heel dug into Richie's ass to work on him, to get a rhythm going. Harder than he needs to, trying to show it's allowed, it's good, he likes it like this, without having to actually ask or express what he wants like, verbally. Trying to put aside Richie's sweet tenderness so he just uses Carmy. ]
You're mine, okay.
[ A feeling that's been pulsing in his temples for days, panted out, eyes frantically searching Richie's face like he needs the confirmation. ]
I'm — make me yours, Rich, fucking— please.
[ Dragged like barbed wire out of his throat, and his face is wet, and he might actually be about to cum, right on the sick edge of it and stopped mostly by the pain half of the pleasure-pain. ]
You're mine. [ Immediate, right there without asking any more like call and response in the kitchen, just automatic. Words that have existed between them for decades just being spoken aloud, that's all it is.
Richie's hips stutter with it and he pushes deep inside him, fucking him in hard long strokes as he curls down over him and does his best to both gather him into his arms and screw him at the same time. He sort of manages it, kind of pushed up against him and panting roughly into his ear, repeating it over and over. Fucking him harder and faster, faster faster, doing his best to stroke him off as well. ]
You're mine, Carmy, you always were. Always. Fuck. I love you.
[ Carmy comes with an abrupt, drowning gasp at those words — he knows, he knows, but still. Sob-moans through sharp pulses that feel wrenched out of his balls, pinned shaking and clutching as much of Richie as he can get. Fuck. Fuck. He thinks he might be trying to say it back, but nonsensically.
Richie has about thirty seconds of Carmy shaking apart in bliss and making a mess of them both, and then maybe another thirty seconds while the neurotransmitters settle, and then he tenses right up and says, "Fuck, ow, actually," so if Richie hasn't finished he'll have to suck it up because Carmy isn't playing, wiggling away. ]
[ As it is, Richie's not finished, sort of thoroughly distracted by getting Carmy off and fucking him through it. He pulls off and out in a clumsy but triumphant haze, half collapsed on the bed to try and get his breath back, flushed and splotchy pink across his face and chest and absurdly hard dick.
Then he groans and rolls himself to sit up, then off the bed and onto his feet so he can stagger towards the bathroom. ]
Hold on, hold on, I'm gonna come back -- [ He disappears for a little bit, and there's the sound of water running in the basin. Splashing noises. Then the faucet shuts off and he comes back, a little more collected and cleaned up, with a damp washcloth in one hand. ]
Here. [ He hucks it at Carmy, not caring if he catches it, and comes over to sit on the bed beside him. The bathroom stop wasn't for jerking off so he's still semi-hard, but doesn't seem to care about it. Instead, he rubs his hands over his face. ] Fuck, cousin.
[ 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. ]
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Date: 2024-09-22 03:41 pm (UTC)[ This time, experimentally, Richie sends one back. He's out by the pool doing some reading, so it's a shot of his lap, book balanced on his thigh so he can tug down the waistband of his sweatpants with his thumb. Showing off enough of his dick to hopefully give Carmy a reason to not be in his head. ]
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Date: 2024-09-22 04:15 pm (UTC)your hot boyfriebd is jerking it in your bed and you aren't already on your way??
hurtful
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Date: 2024-09-22 04:33 pm (UTC)There's some typing and deleting for half a minute or so. He should ask about it. He should get up and go there right now and suck Carmy off like he wants to. He should do the sensible thing and just shut up and not -- ]
Is that what you are
[ Fuck. ]
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Date: 2024-09-22 04:42 pm (UTC)you said
[ Plaintive. Outraged. Horrified that Richie was probably just being sarcastic. ]
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Date: 2024-09-22 04:45 pm (UTC)Like is that what you want too
You've got to have like consent for this shit
[ More, slightly frantic typing and deleting. ]
Like that's what I want
If you want it too I mean
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Date: 2024-09-22 05:12 pm (UTC)fuck you. jagoff. yes. i don't wanna be your stupid experimental phase.
you be my hot boyfriend
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Date: 2024-09-22 05:20 pm (UTC)[ Stupidly grinning at his phone. ]
Yeah
Fuck
I want to kiss you so much right now
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Date: 2024-09-22 05:29 pm (UTC)oh wait
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Date: 2024-09-25 09:52 am (UTC)[ But he's already halfway there, stuffing his phone into his pocket to lope up two flights of stairs. By the time he arrives at their rooms he's out of breath -- probably needs to cut down on the cigarettes -- and sweating, but that's okay because he doesn't plan to be dressed very long.
He kicks the door open hard enough to bounce it off the wall, arriving like a hurricane into Carmy's room because the door was closer, so he's already loud as he comes through, not at all unhappy. ]
Hope you haven't finished without me, cuz. I have plans for those fucking little peach fuzz balls of yours. [ He's stripping off his shirt, kicking his shoes away. Once he's in sight of the bed, he pauses to look at Carmy. Bounces in place a little bit, celebratory, before he goes back to pulling off his sweatpants. ]
Fuck yeah.
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Date: 2024-09-25 01:06 pm (UTC)Richie gives him exactly the reaction he's been fishing for, fucking finally. Bowling in too loud and too enthusiastic, and Carmy crunches up in his bed just to watch him strip off. Hot boyfriend. So hot. (Rating himself a fucking three, he's never gonna get over that.) ]
For the record, talking shit in Italian doesn't make you any more Italian.
[ He at least acquiesces to his cringe fucking desire enough to reach out a hand, making a little grabby gesture, come the fuck here. If he doesn't get Richie on him in five seconds he's gonna explode. ]
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Date: 2024-09-26 02:56 pm (UTC)Richie doesn't just climb onto the bed -- he takes a couple of steps and jumps up onto it like a kid, landing as much on top of Carmy as beside him, already grabbing for him to roll him around or just twist his nipples or something, half laughing and half serious. ]
Fuck you, cousin! I can use the fucking lingo!
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Date: 2024-09-26 07:10 pm (UTC)[ Grunted out as he's landed upon, immediately wrestling to try and flip them, just kinda automatic impulse. Kneeing his thigh, grappling with all his stupid gym muscles, rolling them along the huge bed so far they almost spill onto the floor. It's really good, kinetic, and better because he can also put his little teeth in Richie's neck and grind a hard-on over his skin. ]
Asshole, you're such a fucking asshole—
[ Slaps at him, then gives the game away and moans low and hot the moment Richie hits him back. ]
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Date: 2024-09-26 07:29 pm (UTC)[ Wrestling with Carmy used to be a lot different. Much less naked. Less likely to involve boners and sexual tension. But Richie knows the old tricks, grappling with him and trying to keep out of the way of those fucking arms, hooking a leg around Carmy's thigh and attempting a judo hold which goes nowhere, so he ends up just sort of breathlessly cursing and smacking at his sides and ass -- more his ass, once he gets that moan out of him.
The bed that's probably older than both of them put together shakes and rattles underneath them, creaking and thumping in the heavy wood frame. Richie kicks away what feels like Carmy's phone. ]
-- yeah, fucking cry for me, baby --
[ He digs his fingers into Carmy's backside, hauls at his thigh to pull his knee up and throws his weight around to flip them over and put Carmy on his back diagonal across the ridiculous bed. Going from laughing and yelling to kissing him to shut him up. ]
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Date: 2024-09-26 08:06 pm (UTC)Do it. Just do it.
[ Insane thing to want, he doesn't care though. There's still a violent possessiveness all through him, and he digs his chewed down nails into Richie's freckled shoulders to try and mark him up. ]
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Date: 2024-09-26 09:31 pm (UTC)Fuck, cousin.
[ He kisses Carmy some more before he decides anything for sure, grinding up against his ass, rubbing up and down like he's just using Carmy's body to get himself off. He's sure, then he's not sure, then he's worried he'll hurt him, then he's just really horny. ]
Fuck.
[ Giving in. He leans back a little bit, spits into his palm and rubs it kind of roughly over his dick. Snugs it up against Carmy's eager hole and leans into it a little bit, pushing in, slowly but steadily. Richie looks down, watching his dick going into Carmy with something like awe. ]
Tell me when to -- uh, if it's too much. Tell me.
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Date: 2024-09-26 09:47 pm (UTC)[ A despairing little utterance, staring up at Richie bright pink and wide-eyed when he goes from teasing to spitting to doing. The head of his cock plugging up Carmy's hole, stretching it, making him take it. ]
Don't fucking stop unless I tell you.
[ He does open for it, at first with sheer grit and willpower and then after that inch he goes liquid, because it starts to hurt and he fucking loves that. Thrashes underneath Richie with hiccuping breaths. Clawing up great handfuls of his skin convulsively, arching his hips into it, fat little cock trying to drip on his belly. He can't look or he'll fucking embarrass himself, so he screws his eyes shut and makes little bitch noises that might kinda be Richie's name. ]
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Date: 2024-09-26 09:56 pm (UTC)Fuck, cousin. Fuck, you're -- you need to stop making so much noise, bro, you're gonna make me lose it --
[ Though he also doesn't want Carmy to stop at all because it's too fucking hot, the way Carmen falls apart inch by inch, the little whines and cries, how he's grabbing at him and digging his nails into Richie's shoulders. It makes Richie want to stop and be gentle but it also makes him want to fuck him so hard the bed falls apart and the two feelings inside him make him feel crazy in the best way.
He shifts a little bit to support himself on one hand and his knees, so he can shove the other one down between them and take hold of Carmy's wet dick, groping it roughly and giving it a few pumps to try and help him through it. ]
Fucking -- fuck yourself on my dick, yeah. Like that.
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Date: 2024-09-26 10:42 pm (UTC)You're mine, okay.
[ A feeling that's been pulsing in his temples for days, panted out, eyes frantically searching Richie's face like he needs the confirmation. ]
I'm — make me yours, Rich, fucking— please.
[ Dragged like barbed wire out of his throat, and his face is wet, and he might actually be about to cum, right on the sick edge of it and stopped mostly by the pain half of the pleasure-pain. ]
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Date: 2024-09-26 10:53 pm (UTC)Richie's hips stutter with it and he pushes deep inside him, fucking him in hard long strokes as he curls down over him and does his best to both gather him into his arms and screw him at the same time. He sort of manages it, kind of pushed up against him and panting roughly into his ear, repeating it over and over. Fucking him harder and faster, faster faster, doing his best to stroke him off as well. ]
You're mine, Carmy, you always were. Always. Fuck. I love you.
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Date: 2024-09-26 11:07 pm (UTC)Richie has about thirty seconds of Carmy shaking apart in bliss and making a mess of them both, and then maybe another thirty seconds while the neurotransmitters settle, and then he tenses right up and says, "Fuck, ow, actually," so if Richie hasn't finished he'll have to suck it up because Carmy isn't playing, wiggling away. ]
Okay, okay, stop, out. Maté, or whatever. Fuck!
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Date: 2024-09-26 11:15 pm (UTC)Then he groans and rolls himself to sit up, then off the bed and onto his feet so he can stagger towards the bathroom. ]
Hold on, hold on, I'm gonna come back -- [ He disappears for a little bit, and there's the sound of water running in the basin. Splashing noises. Then the faucet shuts off and he comes back, a little more collected and cleaned up, with a damp washcloth in one hand. ]
Here. [ He hucks it at Carmy, not caring if he catches it, and comes over to sit on the bed beside him. The bathroom stop wasn't for jerking off so he's still semi-hard, but doesn't seem to care about it. Instead, he rubs his hands over his face. ] Fuck, cousin.
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Date: 2024-09-27 04:12 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-27 10:26 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-27 10:47 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-27 10:58 am (UTC)[ 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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