How a guy with so little experience with relationships manages to come up with the idea of being someone's cum dumpster is a mystery for the ages, but Richie's not arguing with it, he kind of loves discovering this weird little cul de sac of filth in Carmy's otherwise regimented mental world. He goes with it, laughter rumbling in his chest along with the groans of pleasure as Carmy shivers and pushes up against him, leaning down to kiss him all messy, biting at his lower lip and mouthing along his jaw.

"Oh fuck, Carmen. Oh fuck." He's unspooling a little himself, curled over him. Shoves his arms up underneath Carmy's shoulders so he's kind of holding him up, curving up into each other and shuddering along the edge together.

He fucks him in awkward stutters as release builds, pulled along by the noises Carmy is making underneath him and the convulsive clenching of his inner walls. It's hard work but Richie can't stop now he's found a good angle for both of them.

"Carmy, I'm gonna come," he manages to rasp out, half whispering it for some reason. Clumsily kissing the side of Carmy's neck, his ear. "Gonna come inside you, fuck, oh fuck --"

He straightens up a bit, plants a hand on one of Carmy's tits, hips rabbiting as he fucks him hard and fast, groaning loudly without a care for whoever Carmy's neighbours are, without a care for anything really except the need to come. An eyeblink vision of Carmy losing himself underneath him is all it takes and he's spilling out into him in heavy shudders, smacking into his body and grinding up against him, coming so hard he forgets to breathe for a bit and feels a little like he's about to pass out, all static pleasure from his head to his balls. Then he whoops in a breath, croaks out a "fuck" and subsides on top of Carmy, trembling and shuddering.

"Fuck.. fucking.. Holy shit."