Real sappy shit, but Richie's into it. He keeps his hand on his own dick, though, because he also deserves that, and because he probably couldn't stop even if he tried. The lube and cum mixture is sticky and not quite enough, but he strokes himself anyway, kisses Carmy while he does it, feels the drag of Carmy's wet-tipped dick against the back of his hand.

"Get fucked," he murmurs when Carmy puts a heavy thigh over him and interrupts the rhythm, so he just places his lube-sticky hand on Carmy's hip instead. Nudges his nose over Carmy's cheek, kisses his soft mouth some more. Arches up against him to try and find some friction. Slow, heavy moments. It's really nice.

"I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked." Up against Carmen's lips. Maybe he's addicted to kissing him. "I'm gonna.. fuck you so good, cousin, you're gonna not even gonna realise it until later on when you're doing whatever, and then you think, that was a great fuck. That's how good it's gonna be. Like.. delayed resonance."