( michael had already topped up his their glasses — his more so than richie’s. he gives him a look, before taking a long sip. )
y’serious, cousin? quit that— we’ll be fine.
( his remark was short and snappy. he was totally fucking embarrassed now. losing patience with —
⠀ ⠀﹙ brushing a hand through his buzzed hair, richie panted into the open air, barely aware of his own surroundings, or that mikey was soon retreating from his touch and body like suddenly what they just did sobered him up. richie felt sober for sure ...
⠀ ⠀he pushed +
— himself. he gazed down at his own, creamed pants, grunting to himself. )
I need t’fuckin’ shower, man. can’t fuckin’ sit like this.
( gaze makes its way to richie. mikey still looks pissed off for some reason. it’s hard to place. )
y’won’t freak if I leave for —
( michael wasn’t far off. being on top of richie and observing his thrill was already enough for him.
after richie climaxed and kissed his mouth, mikey could feel the intensity grow down below. he followed soon after, eventually collapsing on top of richie, his face landing —
⠀ ⠀﹙ richie was moving erratically now, the back and forth rub of their hips together more than enough to get him the rest of the way there. both of his hands reached out to hold mikey's waist, guiding him as they rocked against each other. ﹚ mikes– mikey, ah, ﹙ he gasped, +
— in the crook of his neck, panting breathlessly. )
fuckk … ( a whisper, taking a few seconds to catch his breath again as his head filled with .. shame.
it was fucked. why did they always seem to get themselves into these fucked up situations?
mikey snapped up, retrieving —
( mikey picked up on richie’s demand alright. he slipped his tongue instead, deepening the kiss and then removing his hand. instead he relied on both their movements to create the friction, knowing they were both remarkably close. he could feel the hairs at the back of his neck —
⠀ ⠀﹙ hips buck up again—- and he groans into the contact between their mouths, wrist twisting and fingers squeezing tightly. the bliss he got from mikey's own hand between his legs was dizzing, and he tried biting at michael's lips in a demand that he deepen their kiss. ﹚
( the little grin on richie’s face was pathetic, but sweet. mikey continued grinding, his movement getting faster by the minute. he could feel himself getting closer and closer .. now reaching down to press a sloppy kiss onto richie’s lips, his own hand now treating richie. )
⠀ ⠀﹙ richie's content to stay here like this—- let him get off on his hand, waste the night away with more alcohol and more mikey, memorize each other in a way never done before. his entire body felt ablaze. ﹚
⠀ ⠀uh huh? ﹙ grinned, continuing to manipulate his fingers. ﹚
( a moan slips from his lips when he feels richie’s hand add some development. of course he leans in more, grinding to get some sort of release. )
shit, fuck. ( a quiet gasp. )
you— you too, motherfucker.
⠀ ⠀﹙ richie's mouth dries, heartrate picking up in his chest as he gives the bulge in his hand a little squeeze, then getting more touchy he presses the heel of his palm against mikey's arousal. ﹚ fuck, mikes .. you're driving me crazy here, ﹙ said breathily, eyes hungry. ﹚
I know. I’m just glad I have that effect on you.
( that stupid grin was still on his face. he picked up richie’s hand, placing it on his own bulge which was unsurprisingly, similar to richie’s situation. careful eyes watched the man beneath him, seeking more. )
⠀ ⠀﹙ emitting a hiss, richie groans in exasperation when mikey's touch retreats, his hips arching up in response to the lack of stimulation. ﹚
⠀ ⠀shut the fuck up, ﹙ growled through gritted teeth, lacking malice but said with a breathy sound at the end. ﹚ you're a tease.
( mikey could see how much he was torturing richie. hell—- he 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 it too in his hands. he continued to play around, this time returning to his position, towering over the other male and temporarily moving his hand away. )
you seriously gonna cream your pants, cuz?
⠀ ⠀﹙ a hitched gasp escapes him, eyes squeezing shut momentarily. it was a bit pathetic, really, he felt like a teenager about to bust in his pants right now.
⠀ ⠀there were enough times he did that as an actual teenager, thinking of exactly this. moaning soft. ﹚
yeah?
( mikey turns to look at him with a sense of intrigue written on his face. )
that’s uh— fun.
( his hand is now getting more settled. this time he plays around properly, squeezing his bulge that bit tighter now. face looking innocent. )
⠀ ⠀﹙ fuck, fuck, fuck, richie hissed under his breath as mikey's hand traveled and not-so-casually felt him up. hand on his glass tightens, as does his stomach. ﹚
⠀ ⠀ i ..- i wouldn't mind either way, ﹙ he murmurs back, eyelids a little droopy as he gazed at mikey with +
( michael purses his lips in thought at richie’s question. meanwhile his hand is trailing playfully, tracing the outline of richie’s …. very hard spot. mikey was impressed. )
I mean .. would y’rather me be the princess?
( a magical grin lands on his face, eyes glistening. )
⠀ ⠀﹙ the whiskey goes down with a burn and a sting but it's good, it gives richie's body a more than pleasant tingle that was only further added to by the touch mikey left on his leg.
⠀ ⠀he takes another sip, long and slow this time, soon reaching to take mikey's hand and +