In the end Richie does get a little esoteric with it, partially because he fucking loves the noises that Carmy is making and the feeling of his body trembling along the edge of something vital, and partially because he wants to find out if he can deep throat his cousin just to know if he can. So he goes all in a few times, jaw and knees hurting and feeling the spit slide out of the corners of his mouth, huffing short little breaths through his nose. It's more than worth it, though, for Carmy's reaction.

Lost in concentrating on it, he doesn't hear Carmy's voice properly at first. Belatedly registers what he's being told and pulls off, panting and coughing a bit, replacing his mouth with a quick stroke of his fist. He shoots Carmy a look, then turns to spit onto the ground, clearing his throat.

"Fucking hurry up and do it then," he croaks out, and returns to what he was doing without giving Carmy time to argue. Faster this time, really sucking and working his tongue like he's felt girls do sometimes, sliding his hands around under the waistband of Carmy's shorts to take a good double handful of Carmy's ass, pulling him in good and tight to shoot his load right down the back of his throat.