[Call it being reckless too if he wants, Freddy loves the very idea of using nothing but what they have, like it's some statement to the outside world they'll never need it no matter how fucked up or fucking spoiling it is. They had gun oil in surplus before the sands rose, now they have nothing, but nothing isn't going to stop what they got with each other. He presses kisses along Larry's jaw. Does he still shave a little? It still wouldn't matter to Freddy Newendyke if he was kissing smooth skin or stubble. He nods against him.]
Okay.
[All that grinding feels so fucking good but Freddy's got to scoot down and back to settle between Larry's legs. Look at the kid fucking go, hands on his shaft and balls to hold him right while his mouth hoods over the tip.]
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Okay.
[All that grinding feels so fucking good but Freddy's got to scoot down and back to settle between Larry's legs. Look at the kid fucking go, hands on his shaft and balls to hold him right while his mouth hoods over the tip.]