"Jesus, Richie," he manages breathlessly, which normally gets said in frustration but right now has a tinge of awe to it. It's hard for him to like, trustfall and shit, but he makes himself let go of the shelves so it's just Richie holding him in place to be used. He's low-volume noisy, grunting on every impact, sometimes whining, eyes screwed shut as he's fucked. Hot metal hammered into something good.
His cock is fat and pink in his palm, pulling at it dry, which is — probably how he always jerks off, Carmy doesn't know how to take care of himself, can't even have an orgasm without having to work through the monotony and pain to find it. Richie's cock occasionally snubs something that makes his knees weak, but he doesn't try and keep that angle, just lets it occasionally zap him and then pass.
"I'm gonna," he says, one of the times it happens taking him from out of his mind to seconds from detonation. "Fuck, that's really good, I'm gonna come," he manages, both hands clutching at himself to try and catch the spunk in his palm as he goes over with half a dozen whining contractions around Richie's dick. Blissful white out. Nothing but a fuck doll after, all the tension drained.
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His cock is fat and pink in his palm, pulling at it dry, which is — probably how he always jerks off, Carmy doesn't know how to take care of himself, can't even have an orgasm without having to work through the monotony and pain to find it. Richie's cock occasionally snubs something that makes his knees weak, but he doesn't try and keep that angle, just lets it occasionally zap him and then pass.
"I'm gonna," he says, one of the times it happens taking him from out of his mind to seconds from detonation. "Fuck, that's really good, I'm gonna come," he manages, both hands clutching at himself to try and catch the spunk in his palm as he goes over with half a dozen whining contractions around Richie's dick. Blissful white out. Nothing but a fuck doll after, all the tension drained.