whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[With Larry right on top of him like this Freddy can reach back and hold the old man to him, almost kind of like a reverse embrace. Freckled thighs are grinding back against tanned ones. It doesn't matter to him that the man didn't bite, didn't yell his name, why should it when he's in him and on top of him, weighing him down in the best possible way. It's unmistakeably Lawrence Dimick and Lawrence Dimick knows this wiry body beneath his is Freddy Newendyke's, marked for each other.]

Shit man... [He breathes. Shudders.] I needed that.

[He'll bite now. A rumble of a chuckle starts as he lets go. The small amount of worry he had for his ring piece is done away with. Just the effects of Mr. Orange humor.]

Me [pant pant] too.

[Huff. Freddy Newendyke's body deserves more touching so he can feel every residual shudder. Damn. The old man has his own too. Slow, deep grinding to milk the moment and himself out to its fullest.]

We shouldn't wait so long next time.

[Especially when there has got to be supplies to make it better. Somewhere.]

[That bite evokes another shiver and shudder, the good kind, the kind which actually makes his ring piece relax only to tighten again. It probably feels great for both of them.]

No shit. [Freddy utters in agreement.] Fuck you feel good in me.

[Have freckled fingers squeezing into your thigh, Mr. White. He can't help but use their bodies and their positions to emphasize how far up Mr. Orange's ass he is. Larry was the first one there, after all.]

[That grip, that shudder, how he sounds. The City can't take that away or the fact that this crumbling ghost of a former metropolis was where they started out. Even though they can't see where or when anymore. Gone is the alley they were found in, the place they lived, their motels and bungalow all into sand. But they are still here.]

Mmm. [Thin lips move to in the shape of Freddy because he doesn't trust himself to keep it down.] You feel amazing.

[Couldn't get any deeper into the man without surgery. It's the old man's dick up inside of him, not a toy or another man. Has he had enough? Because the old man would gladly do whatever he asks right now. Even at risk of anybody walking in at any time.]

Want me to clean you up?

Edited 2012-02-22 05:05 (UTC)

[He thinks he just felt his own name branded onto him, heh. Freddy grinds back under Larry only to shake his head which inevitably rubs unwashed dirty blonde hair against the old man's face.]

It's cool...I'm cool. [You don't have to if you don't want to but Freddy Newendyke's just not the type to be so forthcoming and gentle about it.] I want you to make me a sandwich.

[Freddy moans with a touch of a laugh. Definitely more his style.]

[It is far too late to give a shit about being dirty and unwashed. In the grand scheme of things he is glad to have any thing of Freddy touching him. Larry shuts his eyes in case there's another shake to follow. The first missed his eyes. Laying together like this with his eyes shut he can pretend for a few seconds they're in their living room and it's the hardwood floor under his knees and they just saved the couch from a spot by working with the coffee table. Eyes open slowly again.]

I already did, asshole.

[There's a half hearted smack to his ass for that as he sits up.]

Stay still.

[Because he's gonna pull out and do some clean up as he called it.]

No you didn't.

[If Freddy were to reach over right now and grab for the sandwich it'd be incomplete wouldn't it?? That's the last he saw of it anyway, slices ready but not put together, or maybe Freddy missed the masterpiece in his eagerness to get fucked. Ah well, pointless argument. Freckled hands come on back to mind themselves now, he's anticipating the old man's gonna dismount so no reason to cling to him. The kid does his best to relax his body.]

Okay. Go for it. [He's waiting for that telltale feeling of pulling out, of having a cock leave his body while leaving behind its load.]

Kinda.

[The bread is open, the spam is right there. Okay could use some more in there. Oh they had cheese. ...Fine, you know what? It's an unfinished masterpiece.]

You'll get a complete one in a second.

[Slow exhale because he's not digging the fact he'll have to leave the kid. Just a fact. Easy, easy. The way the old man is gasping some it's like he's shaking a stubbed toe. If it's gonna be like that for him well, it's gonna be very different for Freddy. So he deserves to have his cock and ass cleaned with that Dimick mouth. That's his exact plan. Might ease some of the soreness.]

Okay, cook.

[He manages to huff in before a low stretched moan takes over as Larry pulls out. Fuck even after he's unloaded the guy still feels as big as he was hard. When he's fully vacated it's obvious Larry's left his mark; for a second that ring piece is still open, red at the edges before it closes in. Looks like it's practically teasing for Mr. White's tongue to come at it.]

[He says cook but look at what he's got laid out. Saliva comes pretty fucking easy. It would have been fucking great to get a shot of his body gaping wide open. Sure brings to light how much he has to stretch to fit a cock like Mr. White's.]

Make that two seconds.

[No warning, Newendyke. Dimick goes right on in like he started. Now he doesn't have to worry about not smacking his ass. Anything goes. Most of all though, tongue pressing right on into him slipping and circling.]

[Fortunately Freddy here doesn't need pictures to know how much he needs to stretch for Larry Dimick. By now his body knows it instinctively and invites it readily. Proudly too. Maybe they should make a video of it sometime.]

Ahh...shit. [He whispers the old man's name, all the thrusting and wrecking over with so he's not likely to gran as loud.] How is it?

[Oh yeah, the kid's gonna ask. It feels so fucking sweet he's grinding again, slower than before but no less enthusiastic.]

[A whole damn film. Every bit of it. And it'll be someplace real swell and swank to make such a filthy film more interesting. As long as his favorite star is there. The camera loves him almost as much as the old man does.

There's a wet slurp before he answers.]

Baby you taste so fucking good all full and fucked.

[He lays a solid flat slap across his ass.]

Fuckin'...fuckin' flattery bullshit...

[Siiiiiiiigh. And that's a good sigh too. Freddy sure doesn't sound like he has any real heart in those insults--hey! The sighing turns into a sharp hiss followed by a groan. So much for the gag, anyone else listening close enough will know the scene ain't over yet.]

Jesus. Come here and kiss me, asshole.

Ain't a lie.

[Come on, the old man has heard far worse insults. These are water off of a duck's back. And it's not an unpleasant salty taste. Not quite so...full and sour as usual.]

I know what you like.

[He can say proudly with a smug grin as he comes up to meet his mouth not bothering to wipe it clean off the back of his hand. Take him as he is, Freddy. Just like you always have. This criminal asshole that can walk the high class walk.]

Fuckin' right you do.

[Freddy utters before turning to meet Larry's mouth halfway. Freckled hands reach out to anchor the old man there too so that no drop goes wasted, just as his load was left in his ass anything else is gonna stay in their mouths. It works as an embrace too, tight and firm like he might not release Larry at all. Ever. And no one and no thing can take him away either.]

But I ain't no madman.

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