That's exactly the reaction Richie wanted -- maybe needed, though he won't admit that -- and he's glowing a little with pride, grinning against Carmy's bare skin while he crowds into him, nudges him back up against that fence. Runs his hands up and down Carmy's sides underneath his open shirt, gentle and appreciative. Take a rest, cousin, his body language suggests. Richie's here, he's going to take care of it.
He pulls back a bit to give Carmy another little kiss, too pleased with himself to resist a little gloating.
"Yeah, cousin." He's got skills, okay, even if he still spends a probably a little too much time wondering why Carmy and Grace and the other girls see in him -- but that's old habit, all Richie Bad News shit, he's working on it. Kissing Carmy helps. It helps a lot, so he's going to keep doing it.
Richie ducks back in, though this time he's making moves down Carmy's front, layering kisses over his chest and down onto his belly, further down so he has to stoop and then just crouches down, holding on to Carmy's thighs to keep himself balanced. Drops little pecks just above the waistband of Carmy's beach shorts, exploring, giving Carmy a little time to decide if he's going to allow it.
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He pulls back a bit to give Carmy another little kiss, too pleased with himself to resist a little gloating.
"Yeah, cousin." He's got skills, okay, even if he still spends a probably a little too much time wondering why Carmy and Grace and the other girls see in him -- but that's old habit, all Richie Bad News shit, he's working on it. Kissing Carmy helps. It helps a lot, so he's going to keep doing it.
Richie ducks back in, though this time he's making moves down Carmy's front, layering kisses over his chest and down onto his belly, further down so he has to stoop and then just crouches down, holding on to Carmy's thighs to keep himself balanced. Drops little pecks just above the waistband of Carmy's beach shorts, exploring, giving Carmy a little time to decide if he's going to allow it.