That has Carmy's expression go painfully vulnerable a moment. Everybody goes somewhere, he wants to argue. Everyone leaves. He left. He can't promise you got me because who the fuck knows what that means? Can anybody have Carmen Berzatto? Is there anything of him to have beyond a body and some knife skills?

"Hah," he says instead, a wounded laugh encapsulating all of that, and then kisses Richie again, a man who is not his by any definition of the word, but Carmy wants him like an open wound.

He presses in, and it's the first time they've been naked skin to naked skin like this, electric all over, hair and nipples and he's sort of automatically trying to be polite with his hips but then they're kissing again and he forgets to be, cock a hot line up Richie's thigh, throat long, mouth open, hungry baby bird. "Don't be sappy about this," he manages in a voice so heavy with emotion it's innately a oxymoron. "Don't get sappy about this or I'll kill you," he adds, biting Richie's neck, eyes a little wet without realising it. "I'll rock your shit, I'll, fuck, Rich," broken as he humps Richie's leg a little bit.