"Yeah," Carmy says sleepily, even though he hadn't noticed or cared. "But you brought your dick, which is better." That's all he'd been thinking about when he texted.
This, though, an embarrassment of riches. His face close enough to Richie's pit he's breathing in the smell of him, but in a way he likes, warm and familiar. They've never done this, even platonically, slept piled onto each other, but it kind of feels like they have, because it's how he used to sleep with Mikey.
Carmy doesn't get enough sleep, so the moment his body gets the green light he's gone, snoring softly in under a minute. He wakes again with the alarm, has to roll out of the sweaty cocoon of their bodies to whack at it before coming back; it's cold out there, and Richie is so warm. Last night's desire to get off again has faded into a simple, sleepy affection, and he trails his fingers over Richie's skin with his eyes closed amd mouth quirked foolishly.
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This, though, an embarrassment of riches. His face close enough to Richie's pit he's breathing in the smell of him, but in a way he likes, warm and familiar. They've never done this, even platonically, slept piled onto each other, but it kind of feels like they have, because it's how he used to sleep with Mikey.
Carmy doesn't get enough sleep, so the moment his body gets the green light he's gone, snoring softly in under a minute. He wakes again with the alarm, has to roll out of the sweaty cocoon of their bodies to whack at it before coming back; it's cold out there, and Richie is so warm. Last night's desire to get off again has faded into a simple, sleepy affection, and he trails his fingers over Richie's skin with his eyes closed amd mouth quirked foolishly.