[In the moment without any other physical contact he wades through the feeling. His ass feels open, not yet sore. Of course he wants more. His skin is prickled with sweat. The leather doesn't bite into his skin, there is a heaviness on top of. They'll have to get it oiled and treated. Don't want an expensive purchase to go to waste.]
Baby, I love you.
[As though he hadn't known, Larry will tell him again and again. Each time still wouldn't be enough to make up for when he knew. They say that you don't know what you got until it's gone. Larry didn't have to lose Freddy at the heist to know that he didn't wanna be without. Whatever it would have been there on out, friendship or strained partnership now and then, he could take what he got because they would always have that day and that time.
Then Blonde had to go and fuck it all up. Then Freddy had to be a cop.
Who cares. All of that had to happen before right now. Now he's slipping closer to the ground, legs still spread and face to the floor. Larry moans like a bimbo getting done over by a Charles Bronson fella.]
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Baby, I love you.
[As though he hadn't known, Larry will tell him again and again. Each time still wouldn't be enough to make up for when he knew. They say that you don't know what you got until it's gone. Larry didn't have to lose Freddy at the heist to know that he didn't wanna be without. Whatever it would have been there on out, friendship or strained partnership now and then, he could take what he got because they would always have that day and that time.
Then Blonde had to go and fuck it all up. Then Freddy had to be a cop.
Who cares. All of that had to happen before right now. Now he's slipping closer to the ground, legs still spread and face to the floor. Larry moans like a bimbo getting done over by a Charles Bronson fella.]
Fuck. Yeah. Like that.