[That must be what they call love right there. Freddy groans softly again, arching his hips up into Larry's mouth until he's using just his paw to stroke him.]
Larry...fuck--
[What'd he ask? Caramel green eyes open to narrow down on Mr. White, kneeling like a good gentleman, servicing his favorite kid. The hand that was stroking through his hair takes a firm grip so he can stand. Better let go of the kid's cock or face a harsher punishment for injuring him, Dimmy. Then down they go in a pile on the floor. Somehow the bud survives, having been rolled onto the table. Better hope you can stand behind those words, Lawrence Dimick, because this mouth is coming in for a kiss.]
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Larry...fuck--
[What'd he ask? Caramel green eyes open to narrow down on Mr. White, kneeling like a good gentleman, servicing his favorite kid. The hand that was stroking through his hair takes a firm grip so he can stand. Better let go of the kid's cock or face a harsher punishment for injuring him, Dimmy. Then down they go in a pile on the floor. Somehow the bud survives, having been rolled onto the table. Better hope you can stand behind those words, Lawrence Dimick, because this mouth is coming in for a kiss.]
Take your dick out and hold me.