It might be the way Carmy sounds when he says my hole, which is scorching hot in a way that's going to sit with Richie for the next year probably, or it might be the feeling of Carmy's tongue against his, all open mouthed and eager, sharing the taste of his own cum. Either way it doesn't take Richie much longer; he gives himself over to Carmy's fist and groans into his mouth and comes like tripping over something, suddenly one way and then the other, hunched over against Carmy as he busts all over Carmy's shorts and his fingers and bare stomach.

He shudders and grits out a curse as he comes down, kissing Carmy clumsily in the aftershocks. His heart is racing and it feels like the fireworks cracking overhead are inside his skull, ringing in his ears.

"Fuck, cousin," he murmurs against Carmy's cheek. "Made a fucking mess."