The touches feel really good, Carmy's hands warm on his chilled skin. Richie stays close, his own hands stroking up and down over Carmy's biceps and shoulders, just sort of appreciating the shape of him until he reaches down into Richie's shorts and it's Richie's turn to cut out a soft sound up against Carmy's templle.

"No," he says, maybe a little too quickly. His grip flexes on Carmy's shoulders, tense and release, bowed down to be close enough to kiss but not getting there, just sort of nuzzling over the side of his face. He can feel himself throbbing in Carmy's fist, resisting the urge to push up against him because it feels kind of good to have that friction.

"No, cuz." A little tremble on the exhale this time. As much as he likes the idea of having his mouth on him, he can't stand the thought of Carmy kneeling down right now, even that much distance feeling like too much. "Stay here. Just -- fuck. Keep doing that."