The joke gets a huff of a laugh that briefly loosens him, lets Richie really slide home, and then Carmy vacuum seals him like a sous vide. "Her- heard, yeah, sorry, just a lot, you're a lot." Size-wise. Whether that's actually true or not he's bigger than the absolutely nothing Carmy has been putting in his ass beyond a stray finger or two, and he's overwhelmed by it.

He pulls in a shaky breath, strokes his own dick a little. He feels zen, is the thing, head fuckin' empty, but his body hasn't gotten that memo, coiled like a spring. He tries to actively bear (hah) down a little even though he feels nervous about it, like something disgusting and embarrassing might happen if he pushes like that. Nothing does, though, except Richie rawdogging him, which is debatable for disgust and embarrassment both.

"You can - do it harder, just go for it." Shuck him open forcibly, if that's what it takes. He knows, with girls, that's all he really wants when he first gets in there, to just hammer away selfishly.