[The slow teasing pace combined with the sudden changes in temperature has the kid fucking shivering in his seat and it's not from a chill. Well it kind of is, but not an illness inducing chill unless they want to call what Larry gives Freddy a fucking fever.]
No...not--all the time.
[Breath easy, Newendyke, he'll get to mouthing you soon. Freckled fingers reach out to comb through peppered brown hair.] Wanna put somethin' in me?
[So sue him for being a fiend of having things up his ass.]
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No...not--all the time.
[Breath easy, Newendyke, he'll get to mouthing you soon. Freckled fingers reach out to comb through peppered brown hair.] Wanna put somethin' in me?
[So sue him for being a fiend of having things up his ass.]