"Yeah. With, uh. With Tiff. She liked all of that, kind of. Reality TV shit." And, okay, he really doesn't want to talk about Tiff like this, with his dick hard and fingertips probing Carmy's tight little asshole. He clears his throat, rubs his nose with the back of his wrist, doesn't stop what he's doing.

"Okay, I'm just gonna --" He starts, then just goes with it, two lubed up fingers pushing against Carmy and into him. It's different to the walk in, a different angle, and more time to spend feeling how tight and hot Carmy is around him. Richie takes pity on him enough to shuffle forward a bit so he can lean down over him and kiss him while he does it, which is definitely very gay.

He pulls back a tiny bit, enough to talk. Impulsively kisses the tip of Carmy's nose instead.

"How's that? Yeah?"