[Brown eyes look on back even though his sight is wavering. That's how good it is. Maybe his prostate and ass will never be the same. There is a heat emanating, there might be burning later small price to pay. Sucked or fucked as long as it's Mr. Orange himself. This is what's worth fighting for, going soft for. ]
I'm gonna. [Can that knee hook around him? He tries to, whether its his torso or a leg, whatever it takes. Freckled skilled fingers work him over so well like his own damn hand.]
I'm gonna. Fuck.
[And he can't even keen out a name. Larry doesn't want to bother with anything else. His insides almost violently clench at a moment's notice and he's unloading. His face is still turned to keep looking at Freddy but with his eyes rolling back and glazing over, he's a million miles away.]
no subject
I'm gonna. [Can that knee hook around him? He tries to, whether its his torso or a leg, whatever it takes. Freckled skilled fingers work him over so well like his own damn hand.]
I'm gonna. Fuck.
[And he can't even keen out a name. Larry doesn't want to bother with anything else. His insides almost violently clench at a moment's notice and he's unloading. His face is still turned to keep looking at Freddy but with his eyes rolling back and glazing over, he's a million miles away.]