whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Doing that just makes things messier and that's exactly how Freddy likes it this morning. When those paws are on his ass he groans again right into Larry's mouth. Even being empty of cum doesn't stop his body from feeling every fucking movement, every nerve firing off signals that this feels goddamn amazing. But it has to feel just as good or even better for Lawrence Dimick now because he wants his body to be of high enough caliber to make him blow his fucking load.]

Fuck. Pound my ass, Mr. White. Fill me up.

[There you go, Dimmy, another cherry on top. Metaphorically speaking anyway.]

[He doesn't need the verbal encouragement but it is something pushing his won body even harder for this man. Age is a fact that works against him. Mr. White's not a quitter though. He lasted an admirable amount of time and made the guy come. Now it is his turn. Faster. Harder.]

Fuck!

[There we go. He's unloading. Surely Freddy feels it before the old man says a thing. And he'll grind it all up into his ass to make sure it stays there. All part of the perks.]

There you go, m-man...

[Freddy shudders, well accustomed to the cues and signals of Larry stepping off the edge to lose his load wherever he sees fit and goddamn it's wonderful this morning he sees fit to lose it up the kid's ass.]

Keep goin' Larry, lemme have it.

[He breathes heavy, wishing he could reach back and feel him in him but instead of potentially causing any more guilt by pushing himself the kid just strokes his freckled fingers through the old man's hair. They'll be showering off anyway so what deal is a little fumbling and teasing of his peppered brown hair?]

[He only just starts to get control of his tongue. Freddy is still on him all snug and tight. Holy fuck.]

You got it, baby.

[And all the breathless and about biting kisses he can give since the kid is so close. Larry keeps up the pace for them even though it's resorted to a lazy grinding.]

I'd fuck you like that in a club.

[Huff. Not for all the eyes to see.]

[The sounds the kid makes are akin to muffled moaning when their mouths are pressed together. When they're apart he can't help but lick his lips, Larry's and his own.]

In the front or in the back?

[How's that for a smartass yet oh so relevant remark. It matters because one day it might happen.]

[Sneaky little shit. Sometimes the old man wonders if Freddy can look on into his head. Sluggishly he rubs up that freckled back.]

Depends on how busy it is in the front.

[Of course he'll have to explain more. Larry smirks a little to himself and appreciates those licks. His lips were feeling dry.]

If it's booming then yeah. I'd have you right on in my lap in a booth and nobody'd be the wiser. They'd think you were drunk and just groovin'.

[Heavy hands on his back like that make him want to stretch and meow or wheel his leg like a dog.]

Oh yeah? You're kinda nasty.

[Dirty old man. Hah as if Freddy's one to talk.] Then I'd take you in the back.

[Get it? Heh heh heh.]

[Since he's neither he can do whatever he pleases. Larry cranes his neck to press his mouth to Freddy's jaw and neck.]

Nasty? Is that a complaint?

[Teeth drag but don't bite. All that mouth on you, Mr. Orange. Talking like that even though you road on into town on hot hard dick.]

Oh. I get it. Lure me and drag me along, make me believe I'm in charge then just stick it right to me.

[Maybe his smile can't be see, it is there though. He punctuates this point by grinding while they're still together. Shit does that feel good.]

[He tilts his head to give Lawrence Dimick more access to his neck.] Naw. Ain't complainin'.

[Grinding like that will get all the low pleased sighs in the world...followed by another typical wiseass Mr. Orange remark.]

Somebody's gotta loosen you up.

[More neck means more kissing and more of an opportunity to mark him up. He is not going to work right? Then it'll be a little something for him to have to see in the bathroom mirrors. Something like that. This close he can smell the bar he's been to with the cigarette smoke and booze.]

That what you want outta me? Because looks like you'll need to get in more practice.

[Like it is something so woefully wrong.]

[Nope. No work. Yep. Yes he smells. All the more reason to take a shower now that cum's been added to the mix. Anyone with a decent working nose can smell the essence of cocksucker deeply soaked in his skin.]

What?

[Freddy leans up, denying him his neck now to stare down at Larry. Fff. As if he needs the practice.] I'm as much a fuck machine as you, old man.

[He's not really arguing as indicated by the smirk tugging the corner of his lips.]

[Into the skin, into the blood stream and right on into his brain. That is if it is something that's acquired. Larry doesn't seem to think so. Since the kid is sitting up giving him the eye he'll pull paws away again to recline back like he's sunning himself.]

I guess.

[Woah. Sure is difficult to not show all teeth delivering that one.]

Except, well, how come I'm so tight then huh?

[If Freddy could cross his arms comfortably he would. Because he can't he'll just give a shrug of that good shoulder and a wave of his freckled hand.]

We're not all blessed with what a guy like you is packin'. I gotta use my head. Maybe my hands.

[The kid flexes his left arm except the important part isn't his bicep or triceps or whatever, it's the fist he's making. Don't push it, Lawrence Dimick (Freddy's joking, he would never, unless Larry asked for it...)]

Shit.

[That's a drawn out word. Don't go making gestures like that kid. Larry shakes it off. He's got to because...ouch.]

I dunno. Might be one of those things where it's a matter of time and tied. Last I checked that's one hell of a foot long.

[Teasing right on back yet not. That cock is not a third leg, it ain't something you need to find a magnifying glass for either.]

You wanna move on off or stay there all day?

[No complaints. Just the facts. If he could let Freddy stay, he would.]

[Heh heh heh. Point taken. Message received. And all that. Freddy nods twice.]

Fair enough.

[Then without further ado the kid lifts one leg over so that when he does push himself off, Larry gets a full unabashed shot of it from inch by inch reappearing to the swell of his cockhead slipping out. Fuck even after coming it's still prone to sensitivity. It's enough to make Freddy sound a low 'ooooh' for a hiss.]

[Damn. Just...damn. Larry cocks his head to get a full look of that show.]

I'm happy you came on home. You're fuckin' hot property.

[Paws smooth on up his sides to his chest and then back so he can prop himself upon his elbows.]

But I ain't no madman.

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