Richie's distracted by his dick for a moment, kind of in awe of the fact that he just came inside Carmy, just fucking creampied Carmy. And he's also sweating and gross, weak in the knees and gross, ew, but he can't decide if he should wipe himself on his shirt or find some paper napkins or something. In the end he just sort of swipes himself with his boxers as he pulls them up, doing up his jeans and squinting at his cousin.
"What? No, we weren't too noisy. If we were too noisy it was your fault, moaning like a bitch."
He wants to kiss him very badly, those bitten lips and blue eyes, their one shared feature in the reality where they're not related at all. Blue, so blue.
"Moaning like a fucking.. you were the noisy one, man, not me."
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Richie's distracted by his dick for a moment, kind of in awe of the fact that he just came inside Carmy, just fucking creampied Carmy. And he's also sweating and gross, weak in the knees and gross, ew, but he can't decide if he should wipe himself on his shirt or find some paper napkins or something. In the end he just sort of swipes himself with his boxers as he pulls them up, doing up his jeans and squinting at his cousin.
"What? No, we weren't too noisy. If we were too noisy it was your fault, moaning like a bitch."
He wants to kiss him very badly, those bitten lips and blue eyes, their one shared feature in the reality where they're not related at all. Blue, so blue.
"Moaning like a fucking.. you were the noisy one, man, not me."