"Mm, wait a sec," Carmy says. That was good, and he needed it, but he doesn't want more of that specific flavour.

He dick flops heavy and careless over his thigh, and he rolls all the way back over with a little smile, soft eyed. Back here in the room with Richie now, here in their bodies, demon temporarily exorcised. Aware of the rain, aware of how good it feels to be pressed all together. He kisses Richie slow and fond, resonant with love. He wants to have this while Richie's inside him, real gay-ass sappy shit.

"Time to really show me how good at this you are," he says, bright eyed, teasing. Puts a Michaelangelo thigh over Richie's hip.