The feeling of Carmen's hand between them as he tries to touch himself is unexpectedly erotic. Richie lets out a ragged noise into the cup of Carmy's ear, dropping his head to nuzzle into him for a moment before he lifts away again. He reaches back to paw a hand over Carmy's thigh and down to his knee, encouraging his legs up higher, shifting his weight back onto his knees and digging in his toes.

"Gonna fuck you so good, cousin," he says, just as messed up about it as Carmy, feeling the sweat breaking and running down his back as he does as he's promised, hands planted on the mattress. He looks down into Carmy's eyes, then down further to watch him jerk himself off, feeling a little dizzy at the sight of their bodies joining.

"Look at that, fuck." Breathless, awed. "We look good."