The spit isn't great, it's gross in fact, crackling in his fist as Richie strokes it over his cock, but it's better than anything else except for the ass that's about to take him. He manages a little spit to join Carmy's and smears that over his hole, ignoring whatever he's saying, then lines himself up and rocks onto his toes to push in with a pleased groan.

"Behind," he says, like a jackass and because he's had that joke in mind for the last half an hour or so. He rolls his hips, fucks in a little deeper and back out because Carmy's --

"So fucking tight, man. Learn to fucking relax. Do some fucking -- ah -- breathing exercises, cuz, let me fuck you."