[Heavy and slow kisses are smeared on his shoulder, his neck. They taste like sweat. Even when he's sweaty and shaking Mr. White is proud and honored to hold Mr. Orange.]
The good kind?
[He laughs but it's a tight airless sort of noise. Big arms rub on him. Larry's not done. At least not with the personal mission to get Freddy completely relaxed. He wants a two-fer. Freddy may not want one at this moment. He will.]
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The good kind?
[He laughs but it's a tight airless sort of noise. Big arms rub on him. Larry's not done. At least not with the personal mission to get Freddy completely relaxed. He wants a two-fer. Freddy may not want one at this moment. He will.]
Got enough in there?
[Grind. Grind. Stop. Grind.]