[With Larry right on top of him like this Freddy can reach back and hold the old man to him, almost kind of like a reverse embrace. Freckled thighs are grinding back against tanned ones. It doesn't matter to him that the man didn't bite, didn't yell his name, why should it when he's in him and on top of him, weighing him down in the best possible way. It's unmistakeably Lawrence Dimick and Lawrence Dimick knows this wiry body beneath his is Freddy Newendyke's, marked for each other.]
Shit man... [He breathes. Shudders.] I needed that.
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Shit man... [He breathes. Shudders.] I needed that.