whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[See? Knowing what he knows and thinking shit like that--at least showing that he knows shit like that, makes the old man want to hand on over the control more.]

Yeah. [When he feels the pace changed up. It's too good. Larry licks his lips. Breathe old man, bre-- those fingers touching his own makes him want to blow. Larry twists to look over his shoulder at Freddy if he can.

Now's a fair time to decide to share.]

Y'need to ask? [Yes, yes he does. The competitive, stubborn spirit in the old man says:] later. [Can he follow through? Gulp.]

Whatever you say.

[He's going to take Larry's word for it as he leaves those thicker fingers to pull his legs a little wider apart. With this sort of green light he leaves the old man's handsome fat cock neglected in favor of his ass. His pace is fast again, rapid and unrelenting to the point where Freddy doesn't have to smack Larry's rear, he's practically doing it whenever his lap meets his behind. No it's not something the kid picked up from their hired help, thank you. Orange always had it in him, the old man should know from personal experience.]

Fuck, Larry, I'm gonna--come in you...right here by the fuckin' fire. [Huff and puff.] Real romantic.

[Freddy Newendyke is smaller than Lawrence Dimick but that doesn't stop him from curling over to drag his teeth along his man's skin. He's got his hands on his shoulders for leverage, his athleticism takes care of the rest, pushing deep in and out of White like he could fucking die if he didn't.]

[Tighter grip and more solid resolve as he lets up on the touch to his dick. That kind of helps. A little. Then off they go. Now he feels like he's being ravaged, and it's not the size of cock or the color of skin that matters.]

Uh huh. Givin' it to me like you love me. [Because he does. Smack, smack, smacking each damn time. Larry's now down on his elbow for sure. It's not too far from putting his cheek to the floor actually. Even though he's got a literal hand cock ring, he feels precum rolling down his cut cock.]

Fuck. [There's teeth. He shivers and for a second almost thinks that he's finished. No. Not yet.] Come in my ass. Shit, don't you know I want it bad?

I do--love you. [Freddy manages to huff close to his ear before gritting his teeth and pressing his cheek against Larry.] I love fuckin' you too.

[Just a slight variation from getting fucked. These wiry arms are tight around the other man's torso now as he comes, breath thin and gasping, body writhing. Possibly they make the rug scoot forward but he's barely paying attention to that detail.]

Fuck. [Freddy breathes, reedy tone to contrast the heavy load he leaves in Larry.]

[Even with his heart beating like a high octane drum solo, those words ring in his ears. They're cherished like any gift from one lover to another, except tough bullet scarred motherfuckers like them have their box of trinkets in their head, or the trinkets are cigarettes left 'just in case' in someone else's box, quiet moments around the apartment between record changes....

There it is. Larry lets out a long low moan as he feels that hot load spill on out at last. His whole body is shaking and his fingers itch to finish himself off. Breathing isn't reedy but it is hard.]

I love you. Fuck do I love you.

[Cheek to cheek. Goddamn.]

Tell me you want more. How bad?

[Please.]

[Those are the kinds of moments Freddy wonders if he could ever have with anyone else. Not that he thinks one day they'll be over but it's hard for a guy like Freddy Newendyke to not think about things. It's just what people do after spending so much time together like they have only a year after meeting for the very first time. He's the first man towards which this kid has ever devoted a relationship. There have been women, sure, but at twenty-eight years of age Freddy Newendyke accepts what he truly desires. Now all he really needs to consider is whether or not he believes a person can stay with their 'first' so to speak. This on top of being a cop to his criminal.

Fuck he doesn't think of things like this so clearly in this kind of moment though. When their inside each other however which way Freddy can only think of how much it makes him happy.]

Uh huh... [Another huff as writhing subsides to grinding.] I want more...real bad. Larry. [After a short break if possible. He's noticed in passing the old man's cock is wet but still hard up. No release. That's dedication.]

[Has anyone ever stayed with their first? The first girl Larry fucked is still in Milwaukee. Not that he keeps tabs on her but she is an office manager for a small billing office. The first girl he loved is living in Montana and taking care of three children. The first man that Larry fucked may as well be dead for all he cares. The first man that Larry loved is probably still married. Hard to say.

Freddy Newendyke is different from all of them. He can only just be kept in small categories. Besides that, where to even begin? For one right at this moment he's the only person that the old man has on his mind. What will he do next? What will he say next?]

Tell me what you want. [Grinding? Aw, jeeze. Well, it's easier to handle than straight up pounding. Grinding like he does makes Larry feel like he's ensuring that every drop will stay up in his ass. While Freddy stays in there, he'll keep that hold not trusting himself just yet.]

[That's just the thing of it where Freddy Newendyke is concerned though, Larry's had these experiences. He's been there, done that, he's navigated the waters to know. Freddy hasn't, sometimes he thinks it makes him look naive, inexperienced, too young and stupid and testing Lawrence Dimick's patience. They're wonderful days in the moment, but for the future, well, Freddy tries not to think of that so seriously because what they left behind wasn't particularly forgiving.]

Baby... [Breathe, Newendyke. He presses his lips to Larry's skin.] I want you inside me.

[So on his birthday, right by this fireplace, on this fur rug, Freddy can please himself by making this memory of filling each other up in a cabin in the snow. Who knows maybe one of them'll get knocked up finally. If that doesn't make Freddy Newendyke a tried and true 'gay' as Pink would call him God knows what does.]

[There's something about him though. He seems so damn sure sometimes. Is it optimism? Denial? ...Freddy's ability to be naturalistic as hell? It's not that he's an old soul. Somehow they have had it together for a year and that's with every problem, stumble and fall so far.

His lack of experience doesn't lower Freddy in Larry's eyes, in fact he feels like a jerk for overestimating.

Breathe in. Breathe out. This admission and a clear ending in sight Larry slowly lets go of himself to grip on Freddy's thigh for a tight squeeze then a smack.]

I love hearing you say that. [It makes him smile like an idiot.] Not as much as I love doin' it. Come on out. Lemme fuck you the way you want to.

[By the fire, on his birthday after blowing it once already. Films and dirty magazines don't convey this sort of intimacy. Sure this is dirty but not as much as the back of a flower shop. Somehow if Mr. White were one to kiss and tell, he'd leave experiences like this to their private collection. VIP only.

A year and no protection the way they fuck someone would have been pregnant by now if that were possible. Larry thinks it would be Freddy. Heh.]

[Could be all of the above, is that an option? Freddy presses another kiss to Larry before straightening up--only to hiss at the paw smacking his thigh. Fff. Bold move for an old man still on all fours and stuck on his dick.]

Hearin' me say what, that I want you in me? That I want you up my ass?

[He's pulling out ever so slowly, caramel green eyes focused on where their bodies meet just to savor the sight of his own cum slipping out of Larry with his dick. Then when he's pulled out completely Freddy gives his ass a smack.]

I want you to fill me right, Larry.

That's just what I wanna hear.

[Handle it, Dimick. Even when you're on all fours.]

Me and nobody else right now.

[How many people knowing Freddy is how he is, really want the kid the same way the old man does? He has wondered. That asshole shrink and his special no meat meals does, did. Heh.

Slow pull, he can feel a strand of still warm cum rolling down his skin. Up on his hands then up on his knees one moment longer so Freddy can savor knowing that this man gladly bends over for him. Now turnabout is fair play, Larry grips this kid by the arms and assaults his mouth. Paws grip his ass, it's almost like a short dance as he's easing his man on down.]

Nobody else.

[Freddy says like some sort of unnecessary affirmation but he wants to repeat it, to vocally let Larry know as long as they're like this there's nobody else who isn't paid for or arranged to enjoy together. They say they can do whatever the fuck they want, whoever the fuck they want, keep it wrapped and keep it honest, but they've never taken it in that direction. Not since last winter. Such a fucking long time, in Freddy's opinion, he never imagined it could come this far. Sometimes he's afraid he'll wake up a bitter old man next to someone he doesn't love, full of regret.]

--Hey!

[The kid 'protests' suddenly being handled the way he is but Larry's mouth shuts him up. Mmph. Pawed and down on his back, damn. He loves it.]

[Mr. White would do anything in his power to prevent that wake up. That's a situation as dire to the bullet to the gut.]

Too fast? Do I gotta wait until you're hard?

[If he had more than two hands he'd be lubing up already. Still hard sure, but Freddy's gotta catch up some. Larry strokes his uncut cock, already slick with lube and cum.]

No. Shit no. I can take it.

[He insists in a stronger more confident tone...that dissipates the second that paw is on his cock. Fuck he's still a little sensitive, enough to make his knees widen and a thin hiss escape his breath.]

Oh fuck...

[It's so warm here by the fire and his back is so comfortable on that there rug. Redness creeps up in his cheeks for ho unexpectedly fast Larry just takes the upperhand. Damn is it a turn on.]

[Better press on while he knows he has it in him to come and come hard. Phew. That was crazy.]

I know how you can take way more cock than I thought.

[Other paw will now go for the lube. Watch him lick his lips looking down at this man.]

You thought I couldn't before?

[Not a trick question or anything, just curious while laying here under Lawrence Dimick, naked and freshly fucked sort of. Well, fresh from fucking him, that's more accurate.]

I thought there'd be a chance. Now that I seen you in action, I know there's no doubt.

[Now he's gotta lube himself up Freddy so sit tight. Larry hoists up one leg so that it can rest against his body.]

[Figures the old man would want him face to face. After the cabin and champagne and the fireplace and rug it's just plain to see one of them is more traditional than the other despite this being a fairly unconventional partnership. Freddy likes Larry that way, leg up and all.]

You gonna give it to me as good as you got it?

[Yes, the kid is boasting a bit about his own younger capabilities.]

[A traditional kinda old fuck that he is likes to see his man's face while he unloads.]

Damn right I am.

[Lube gets tossed someplace. Now he'll pull up on his hips to align and start to enter him.]

Except I think I'm gonna just get right to it. Don't like to have my baby waiting.

[Cut, swollen tip pushes on into that kid.]

Oh shit.

[Feeling his thick cockhead pushing into him evokes a low hiss from the kid. Sure it's no third leg but Larry's no size to laugh at either. Even cut he's still damn impressive. Freddy arches his back, head tilted as if he can push against the rug and the floor any farther.]

That's it, Larry. [Pushing into him at this angle, going right against his prostate.] Can't wait...

[Still moving on in.]

Both legs up? [Even at the bottom he's still the one with the birthday and technically the boss of the evening. That is if he wants to be. At the exact slip he's sure to gun it and rest balls deep save for an irregular roll of his hips.]

Huh?

[Heavy hard breaths rustle the pale coarse hair of his leg. Nip at his ankle and then lick over the bone.]

Mmm.

[Nod nod nod. Oh God Freddy loves being bent into shape, literally. And that mouth on his ankle is just an added perk. Fuck he's not completely hard but he's not soft and ready to be tucked back into his clothes either.]

Fuck that feels good.

[As if Larry needed any verbal indication. The way Freddy's body curls under him is indicative enough. Deep and under his heavier weight, just the way the kid loves it.]

You--bounce back pretty fast. [He praises like the old man went down dirty.]

[Ear to ear grin at a compliment. Watch now, kid. Both legs up. He leaves one ankle to kiss on the other. Waiting until Freddy's more ready has him starting to audibly breathe.]

Not gonna keep bouncing as hard and high if you wanna try it again. [Shallow thrusts now.] Though if you get hard again [another third time] I'd let you fuck me again.

[How's that for a thought? Building speed again.]

I gotta--[HUFF.]--think about it, man.

[Fuck with both legs up his hips are pivoting in a way that really makes Larry sink right in. Freddy can feel every thrust, every and and out motion. Oh hell why is he holding back now??]

Come on, Larry.

[Don't make him beg. The kid drags his fingertips down one of those thick arms before resigning himself to laying back and taking it. One hand rubs over his own chest, the other on his dick, fisting up and down.]

[And that's it. No more waiting. Freddy's ever moving hands are going in all the right places for great visuals. Larry hammers away. Audible breathing is now short cries for each impact to the other man's prostate. At this high of an angle he can watch exactly where Freddy's ass accepts his cock regardless of the pace.]

Oh God.

[Precum is really flowing on out and it's not gonna be stopped off this time.]

But I ain't no madman.

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