Carmy gets what he wants, because he always gets what he wants, these Berzatto kids with their accidental charisma. Richie doesn't mind; loves him for it, for being hot and stupid, for wanting things so much he didn't even notice the rain. It's good to be around someone like that. Good to get to hold him in his arms and feel him tremble along the urge to come.
Richie strokes him off hard and fast, grinding up against his ass a little bit in time with his own hand, as if he's jerking himself off as well. The lube in his fist makes obscene noises underneath the equally obscene noises coming out of Carmy. He buries his face against the back of Carmy's neck, in the nest of sweaty curls and the smell of fried oil and onions and garlic. Kisses him there where his hair is feather soft, groans his own additions to the litany of filth as Carmy rattles apart against him and he feels the first hot spurts of orgasm through his fingers.
He holds him through the aftershocks. Kisses him again, rock hard himself by the time it's done.
"Of course it's fucking raining, idiot," he growls, his voice a low gravel scrape. He doesn't move yet, hand still wrapped loose around Carmy's dick, feeling his pulse throb in his balls. "Love you, cuz." Because everyone deserves to be told they're loved after they come their brains out.
He disengages his hand, shuffles back a tiny bit to give himself room to palm off the lube and cum onto his own dick, stroking himself up against Carmy's ass.
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Richie strokes him off hard and fast, grinding up against his ass a little bit in time with his own hand, as if he's jerking himself off as well. The lube in his fist makes obscene noises underneath the equally obscene noises coming out of Carmy. He buries his face against the back of Carmy's neck, in the nest of sweaty curls and the smell of fried oil and onions and garlic. Kisses him there where his hair is feather soft, groans his own additions to the litany of filth as Carmy rattles apart against him and he feels the first hot spurts of orgasm through his fingers.
He holds him through the aftershocks. Kisses him again, rock hard himself by the time it's done.
"Of course it's fucking raining, idiot," he growls, his voice a low gravel scrape. He doesn't move yet, hand still wrapped loose around Carmy's dick, feeling his pulse throb in his balls. "Love you, cuz." Because everyone deserves to be told they're loved after they come their brains out.
He disengages his hand, shuffles back a tiny bit to give himself room to palm off the lube and cum onto his own dick, stroking himself up against Carmy's ass.
"Gonna.. gonna do this now." The fucking part.