[Oh he likes to see him on his elbows. Just goes to show how worked over he is. Even after blowing it and topping no less look how he changes up. It's amazing.]

Not all the time. Sometimes. At work. A song comes on, you know. One of ours. Or the day is too fucking long and I know that when I get home it might be too late. I might be too tired.

[That's not the point of the conversation though. Two fingers work together and spread. Now comes the tricky part. Larry picks up the cup and gets another bit of ice. He sets it down like it's nothing. No, he won't surrender his hand--that's for his cock. A scoot or two and there we go. He slips the half circle of ice between his fingertips with his mouth. Slowly now.]