"Okay," Carmy murmurs, a little bashful. They're not kissing, so he can close his eyes an concentrate, get a good stroke going. Use his other hand to get more of Richie's shorts down so that he can play with his balls a little. Taken aback by all this hot skin. Sliding around under the elastic to rub slow and interested over one hairy ass cheek. Wildly attracted to Richie, as fucking always.

"Richie," he murmurs between crackles and pops. Pressing a kiss to his cousin's jaw, nuzzling the beard, over his neck. A hot kiss there, sucking a little. He's in the zone, like he gets with food, doing three things at once and all of them about getting Richie off.

"That good?" He asks stupidly. "Feels - feels pretty fucking good, your big dick."