Carmy has no fucking intention of stopping him, gaze avid — sure, there's sensation for him, hot friction and pressure, but the advantage of nutting early is he can put it aside a little bit and watch Richie, the interesting movement of his face, the tension in his brow and jaw.
"Hey," he murmurs, "Yeah, get it in me. Stay with me, though." Kind of projecting, because he doesn't wanna dissociate out of this terrifyingly intimate little moment. "I got you, c'mon, that's it. Deep. Fuck."
He has to swallow hard, take a shaky breath as he's penetrated. Last time, high on adrenaline and with the insane position, the rough entry had been hot; here he has to breathe through it, make himself relax so he can take more. Then suddenly it becomes good, like getting a deep itch scratched, and he grunts a garbled affirmative and arcs for it. "Richie," he murmurs, hands on his neck and face and shoulders, sculpting him or checking he's real. "Richie, Richie." Out of invective and encouragement, one thought left.
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"Hey," he murmurs, "Yeah, get it in me. Stay with me, though." Kind of projecting, because he doesn't wanna dissociate out of this terrifyingly intimate little moment. "I got you, c'mon, that's it. Deep. Fuck."
He has to swallow hard, take a shaky breath as he's penetrated. Last time, high on adrenaline and with the insane position, the rough entry had been hot; here he has to breathe through it, make himself relax so he can take more. Then suddenly it becomes good, like getting a deep itch scratched, and he grunts a garbled affirmative and arcs for it. "Richie," he murmurs, hands on his neck and face and shoulders, sculpting him or checking he's real. "Richie, Richie." Out of invective and encouragement, one thought left.