"Fucking what, cuz?" Playing with him, since he's pretty sure he knows what Carmy's trying to say. Stop it and fuck me harder at the same time, it's all in his eyes, in the way he's angling himself back for it and Richie gives it to him like he wants, so generous, shoves his fingers in right to the last knuckle and fucks hard, jackrabbit punches, into the hot sourness of him.

It's an awkward angle and he can feel the press of teeth on his skin, so he withdraws the hand in Carmy's mouth.

"Don't say anything stupid," is the warning. Like, get off me or something equally dumb. Richie leans in and licks a stripe of salt over the side of Carmy's neck, sucking on him a bit like a prom date while he skids his spit-slimed hand downwards over Carmy's apron. Hitches it up a bit so he can get his hand on his cock through his pants and gives him a squeeze in tandem to the grind of his hand into his ass.

"Yeah, there you go. There you go."