[As dirty as it seems it's all about Lawrence Dimick, Larry who went off to work not feeling so hot, seeing what he saw, feeling what he felt, calling Freddy and wanting to meet him back home, then coming home bothered and not in the usually fun way. The way this younger man's tongue ghosts from his softening cock back to his torso to clean up the mess he left there is all about making the old man feel better. Don't feel like such a psycho, Mr. White, you're not like those other guys. Mr. Orange wouldn't do this with them. Of course that begs the question how much does this all really mean when Freddy's no saint either and maybe not even that great of a cop or a human being, but he doesn't think about that, not as long as it makes Larry comfortable.]
There.
[A lick to his own lips. Green eyes are looking over at brown ones. Did he get the job done?]
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There.
[A lick to his own lips. Green eyes are looking over at brown ones. Did he get the job done?]