Carmy groans in response to that, and the soles of his feet tingle, the blood rushes up to his cock so fast. "I uh, bought lube," he admits in a low rasp, rocking forward to try and get some friction against Richie's stomach. He'd had to take the bus to another neighborhood so nobody at the drug store would see him getting what Buzzfeed assured him was one of the top ten best lubes for anal. Felt it burning a hole in his pocket the whole way home.

So yeah. Yeah, he wants them to fuck again.

Another kiss, his hands intimate on Richie's neck, his stupid face, keeping him where he wants him, right up close. "You got any more questions for me?" he asks, aggressive, and then pulls back, not to give him space to ask like an idiot but so he can pull Richie's shirt up his lanky torso and over his head, lets him untangle himself while Carmy's hands wander his chest, the cut of his ribs, always trying to do five things at once.