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[Sympathetic pants are at the back of his neck. Knowing from the pitch of his voice that he's ready for the rest, the old man gets to work.]

I love fuckin' you.

[Larry grips the sheets above his hurt shoulder to prevent himself from trying to even touch on him there. The other arm snakes on under his good arm where ever it may be reaching on back to clutch at him. Flush against each other it really does make an impact with each blow to his prostate.]

So fucking good, Freddy.

[Each and every time they fuck from toys to just banging away. The City don't know what sort of a stud Mr. Orange really is. Even those assholes at the club don't really know what they're in for.]