[Hal he says...sometimes he thinks about telling Larry why he thinks he's probably more of a Wally West while Larry himself can be Bruce, Ollie, or hell even Carter. Heh, Mr. White bare chested in a harness, wielding a big hard club. They've been there before, it fits.]
Good...
[Nevertheless Larry earns the privilege of having Freddy's cock buried deep again. He pushes until they're flush up against each other once more, then he's thrusting harder and faster than before. His breaths puff out in warm bursts. The hand that was holding onto his paw lets go to curl the rest of his body over Lawrence Dimick. Freddy presses kisses to the back of a broad shoulder while that same hand creeps between his legs to stroke him.]
Come on, cowboy.
[He urges into Larry's skin. God his thick cut cock feels so good in his hand.]
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Good...
[Nevertheless Larry earns the privilege of having Freddy's cock buried deep again. He pushes until they're flush up against each other once more, then he's thrusting harder and faster than before. His breaths puff out in warm bursts. The hand that was holding onto his paw lets go to curl the rest of his body over Lawrence Dimick. Freddy presses kisses to the back of a broad shoulder while that same hand creeps between his legs to stroke him.]
Come on, cowboy.
[He urges into Larry's skin. God his thick cut cock feels so good in his hand.]