"I'm fucking --" He's trying, okay, he's doing his fucking best here. Carmy's back to giving him orders and that's all right, the sight of his lily white ass pushed up by the lace of the panties is even better, hotter than any girl Richie's fucked, or maybe just hot in a different way, a familiar forbidden kind of way.

Richie paws at Carmy's backside, pulling his cheek aside to get a look at his fluttering hole, the other hand wrapped around his own dick.

"Fuck. Fuck, you're hot." He spits into his palm -- or tries to, at least. "Fuck, hold on. Fuck. My mouth's too fucking dry, man. Help me out." Sticks his hand out within range of Carmy.