Getting stroked off is so good that Carmy is all pliant in the immediate wake, looking flushed and dazed like Richie slapped him. Gaze lost and infinite blue as he sprawls out on his bed, and then Richie grabs and tugs and they come together again. Carmen hisses a quiet curse, rubs up on him all needy. Licks his whole flat tongue over Richie's mouth, then kisses him, sloppy, panting. He's rabbiting again, rubbing off on Richie, cock sliding over his and then into the crase of his hip and then away, urgent and helpless.

He does manage to stop before he embarrasses himself, breaking the kiss with a gasp, but staying close and intense, face all crumpled. "Hey," he says. "I'm gonna nut, but I don't wanna stop."

It's earnest, vulnerable. He feels so fucking tense and worked up in a way that's stopping him from enjoying the basics of their mouths and skin, the revelation of their bodies together, his dick an all consuming throb between his legs. He thinks it'd be better if he just pushed an orgasm out, like eating a shitty protein bar before cooking, and he'd never fucking ask this of a girlfriend or a random hookup but Richie's Richie. They don't know how to talk about a lot of things, but they can say what they need. He drops an entreating little kiss on his mouth. "Can you, uh, can we do that? I'll do whatever you want after, I swear." He'll do anything Richie wants right now if it lets him get over the edge, he was stupid horny before he even texted.