Carmy catches himself hard, mostly on autopilot, shoulders into a box and holds them both there a sec while they catch their breath. His head is dropped forward, the walk-in cool on his sweaty skin, his lashes a little damp. Biceps straining. Trying to reckon with how good he feels, how bad he needed that. Richie a warm presence all up his back.
"Okay, get the fuck off me." No particular heat in it. It's trickling back that he has things to do. He cracks his jaw, smacking his lips, still tasting his own ass and kind of disgusted by it in the post-nut clarity. They don't, like, kiss, not seriously, but maybe he'll plant one on Richie as revenge (for the thing he asked for, yes.)
He ducks out from under his cousin, wipes his hand on his apron, hitches the panties back up over his creamed ass and does his pants up, fringe in his face, cheeks still all pink and mouth flushed red. Absently pushes a can back into line. He feels so fucking relaxed he doesn't know how he's going to do his job. "You think we were too noisy?"
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"Okay, get the fuck off me." No particular heat in it. It's trickling back that he has things to do. He cracks his jaw, smacking his lips, still tasting his own ass and kind of disgusted by it in the post-nut clarity. They don't, like, kiss, not seriously, but maybe he'll plant one on Richie as revenge (for the thing he asked for, yes.)
He ducks out from under his cousin, wipes his hand on his apron, hitches the panties back up over his creamed ass and does his pants up, fringe in his face, cheeks still all pink and mouth flushed red. Absently pushes a can back into line. He feels so fucking relaxed he doesn't know how he's going to do his job. "You think we were too noisy?"