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[He could ask the old man what did he say about flattery? But this time he takes those complaints, those golden praises, and smiles against Larry's rear. Freddy really has this professional fucker in the palm of his hand. In a way he sort of already knew the potential for that, it started in Smokey Pete's when they got into baseball. Back then he wouldn't have acknowledged being smitten too, only that he was doing his job and making a decent friend in the process. But Freddy Newendyke would be a liar if he said he didn't keep the fact that he needed to gain this guy's trust for the case constantly present in his mind. It's why he wanted to confess when he didn't have to. Now it no longer matters. Larry's still here and just as willing to spread his legs for the kid as he is willing to put his dick in him.]

You're fucking amazing.

[Mouth off. Hands off. He's getting to his feet again only this time to pull one of the cushions off the couch. He slides it under Larry to put the bigger man farther down than his knees. He's almost laying flat on the floor, given just enough space to not crush that perfect cut cock, and also the perfect level for a shorter guy like Orange to mount him again and push his own cock back in.]