[Well look at that. His cock is practically shining with saliva from base to tip. That sure says he's ready, it was Larry's job to make him so anyway. There's a brush of his other hand over the old man's brown hair, peppered with gray in places unless he's been coloring it again. Freddy can't decide which he likes best, Larry showing his age through the gray or Larry showing his age through the very act of dying it. It's practically endearing. Those other two fingers scissor, a little prize for the kiss but hardly anything like the reward he's about to receive.]
I'm gonna, keep your cool.
[Fingers out. He combs his hand through Larry's hair one more time before slipping back off the bed to make his way around. Expect a smack to that behind, Mr. White, while Mr. Orange gets poised and ready.]
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I'm gonna, keep your cool.
[Fingers out. He combs his hand through Larry's hair one more time before slipping back off the bed to make his way around. Expect a smack to that behind, Mr. White, while Mr. Orange gets poised and ready.]