whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Feast for the eyes right on his sheets. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to get down to business in here. The couch needs a break.]

Scoot back.

[He holds him by the hair, trusting Freddy to move so that he can kneel on the bed and reach to paw at his ass at the same time.]

[Mouth off now, stringing saliva.] Okay.

[Being held like that, fingers in his hair that could pull and crack his skull on the edge if White wanted to, it's a fucking trip because he knows this man won't do that. Freddy scoots on back as told but he curls his body inward, more compact so Larry has to rearrange him if he wants him.]

[Trust like this, it's not something that comes around easy or even frequently. Here it is. Even knowing what he knows, love don't always mean trust. Sometimes he thinks it's so rare that it can't be love, it's got to be something else. Are there any more deep feelings than that? Lawrence Dimick has a lack for delicate, thoughtful words more often than not. If there was anything deeper he wouldn't know where to start. All that is poetic bullshit.

Larry tugs on that golden brown hair before letting it go. He rearranges his man putting him to lean on his good shoulder since he's on his side.]

Think you can suck on me while I'm on you?

[Only one way to find out. Seeing that cock erect and relatively untouched something needs to be done. Until Freddy makes up his mind, Larry lays on his side in the opposite way getting his fist wet with a healthy spit before starting to stroke him.]

[Freddy Newendyke's never been that great with his words either, especially important ones reflecting how he feels about someone else. It's a problem he's had, something others never got but this man gets it. This man doesn't ask for him to do more than he can, this old man knows the language of wordlessness. Is it good for them in the long run? Who really knows, but it's good for now.]

I don't think I can, I know I can.

[That's the answer he gives while resting on his side, fingers beckoning for Larry to bring his cock closer. He closes his hand around that thick girth before drawing the rest of him into his mouth again.]

[Those time when it's them in the apartment with the tube on or music playing so loud there can't be words it's like some sort of a sacred, trusted void where they don't need to say anything at all. Even fucking some things come on out that may not be the brightest or accurate of words yet it all comes to say something. It's good enough for an old man to crave it day after day.]

That's a good man.

[Closer and once again he has that hot mouth on him.]

Aw fuck.

[Whoops he's got his own dick to work. Larry is on him. This close he can paw at Freddy's belly and feel him breathing. If he can multitask enough, maybe he can prep his ass too. One thing at a time. This is a different way to fill both ends.]

[Now it's Freddy's hands on Larry's ass, holding and clutching to keep his dick shoved deep in his mouth. He can feel those heavy balls rubbing against him too but shit the kid doesn't fucking care. More of Larry in him, on him, around him, pleases the fuck out of Freddy Newendyke, a felon fucking fag. Whatever the case may be. He doesn't take his mouth off but his lips loosen only to groan when White starts working his cock. He hasn't said it but it's probably obvious too, the kid wants him in his ass.]

[Once started the old man can't help wanting to go all the way. That means all the way on into his ass. He has a loose hold around that juicy wet cock so he can collect some saliva to his fingers. Freddy's ring piece is only a reach away. Working through the sharp darts of pleasure makes his efforts a little sloppy. Gulping down as much of his own spit as he can he pulls off.]

Holy shit.

[He'll keep his mouth off to just luck until he knows he can finger him right.]

I think it's almost done, cowboy.

[Huffing and puffing already. Lawrence Dimick is pig fucking fag. Whatever he can get out of this man he'll take it.]

Uh hunh.

[He sounds around Larry, licking and sucking and bobbing his head as much as he can while he's on his side, sixty-nined and trying to compensate for their height difference. Feeling Larry right on his hole makes him moan around the old man's cock, moan and squirm and thrust against him some more. There's dick and balls everywhere like this but no third or fourth or even fifth parties tonight. No loss there, Orange can do without them as long as he has White.]

Ahhh... [Freddy doesn't have the space to pull his mouth off and speak but the way his body moves it's asking for it, hard and deep.]

[Nice. Easy. Reaching to curl just the right way to touch up against his prostate. Already the kid is writhing. This would be a great way to include somebody else. They'll have another chance to give it a go. Right now Mr. Orange is ripe for the taking.

They will be needing gun oil. As intense as it can be with what God gave them, Larry knows he'll need more friction with how he wants to top this man.]

That's enough. Now it's gonna go on into your ass.

[Those usually flapping jaws don't make it easy to leave.]

Ahhh.

[That pinpoint accuracy has him fucking squirming. Funny how Larry thinks that way because as he's trying to vacate the premises of his mouth Freddy here is actually holding on like he doesn't want to let go. Alas, separation must. Finally he relents, letting Larry pull out, the kid's already panting.]

Put it in my ass, man...

[He turns onto his stomach, laid out flat.]

[Ass clutching don't mean that he's not gonna relent. Just another obstacle in the process. The separation won't last long.]

Gotta get lube.

[Such a fine and freckled ass is just begging for a hit. Larry gives in while the other paw retrieves his portion of gun oil from the night stand. Distribution takes both hands slicking his thicker cut piece up and down. Freddy should be able to manage fine with just this. The bed bobs and creaks some as he positions over the prone man.]

Just like this, baby?

[There's a wet slick cock up against his ass.]

[Fuck that smack makes him groan something loud and fierce. They may be on the top floor of their apartment complex but they got side by side neighbors. Someone's bound to hear them or maybe they've lived here long enough the neighbors have wisened up to their dirty ways and done a little sound proofing of their own.]

Shit man. I want you so fucking bad.

[Now he's just talking to test Larry's resolve. Can he lube himself up without giving in to just shoving it inside Freddy, while the guy talks like this and spreads his legs like that? Heh. Oof, there's a bear body on top of him.]

Uh huh...like that. [Another groan as he presses his rear against his slick wet cock.] Put it in.

[No complaints from the neighbors. Either the pair have fallen on their job or they have found ways to tune them out. Larry doesn't spare them another thought as the swollen head breeches Freddy's ass.]

I need you, man.

[That's the truth. Hot exhales of breath brush over his freckled shoulder.]

Jesus Christ.

[It's just a name to him but the reverence is true. Sliding into this tight, lean body is a hell of an experience.]

I need you too.

[Three words just as powerful as those other more traditional ones. Freddy reaches behind himself with his good arm to hold onto Larry, his heavier weight on top of him, leaning into him. One low stretched out groan and his cock is slipping without protest, body taking Mr. White in with ease.]

Fuck.... [Freddy swallows.]

Y'got me, baby. All of me.

[Slowly but surely. Freddy takes him right on in. He ain't loose. Shit, even if he was Larry wouldn't give a fuck as long as the kid would want the old man to fill him up. Larry spreads his knees attempting to not lay so heavily. In this position it's about unavoidable. Tan bulk over freckled lank and balls deep now.

Troubles and cares are out the window. There's only so much room in the kid anyway.]

Fuck, Larry, oh fuck....

[That's not the sound of pain no matter how much he's pressing his face to the bed and curling under the old man. He's stuck on his dick but Freddy has no inclination to get away anyway. He feels right at home right where he is and he's pretty sure Larry feels the same way. He ought to, that comfort is exactly what he meant to give the old man when the kid told him he'd meet him after work, the comfort of home.]

Love you...fuckin' me... [Close enough.]

[Sympathetic pants are at the back of his neck. Knowing from the pitch of his voice that he's ready for the rest, the old man gets to work.]

I love fuckin' you.

[Larry grips the sheets above his hurt shoulder to prevent himself from trying to even touch on him there. The other arm snakes on under his good arm where ever it may be reaching on back to clutch at him. Flush against each other it really does make an impact with each blow to his prostate.]

So fucking good, Freddy.

[Each and every time they fuck from toys to just banging away. The City don't know what sort of a stud Mr. Orange really is. Even those assholes at the club don't really know what they're in for.]

Oh shit.

[Every thrust forces a grunt from him, one after the other. One thick arm curled and tangled with his deserves another twist, arms linked now. Fucking anchored really. He appreciates the deliberate motion that avoids bearing weight down on his busted wing too. For all the fucking and sweating and groaning Larry is completely conscious of his well-being. God he fucking loves this man.]

Larry. [Freddy moans out his name without shame.] So fuckin'--ah...fuckin' amazing.

[Saliva and gun oil was a good call. His cock is sliding so flicking smooth and really pounding Freddy's prostate. Linked arm and arm he truly feels like they fit together perfectly.]

Fuck.

[Each time the bed bounces with them like it's fucking right back. Pants are now grunts too, deeper and progressively becoming more reckless. Laying like this the kid will get off on his plowing and maybe the friction of his cock on the bed.]

Louder.

[Growled into his ear. Whatever the kid wants to say right now. He grinds at the end of each pass now trying to slow up some, trying to make it last.]

[Hold on to your seat, Lawrence Dimick, because the anchoring doesn't stop there. Freddy's bending his legs at the knees to hook one with Larry's, intertwined, while the other sort of just bends and curls at the toes. It's helping him to brace the bed with each impact. Each grunt and groan.]

Larry. Fuck me, tough guy!

[He did say louder. Why are they less concerned about neighbors learning their names during loud sessions of sex? Could be Freddy just doesn't think any person in their right mind would care to listen.]

[One in a fucking million. Lawrence Dimick you gotta hold onto this one. Like he needs any more pep talk on the matter. Anchored inside and out, he abandons the grinding to go straight for the hard passes.]

Right in your fucking ass, Freddy.

[Anyone who hears them will only wish to not hear them. If they hadn't said or done anything then...why would they bother now?

Flesh slaps together and with that rump beneath him more in the air he can watch it ripple with each motion.]

I'm gonna cum in your ass.

Jesus! [There's that high reedy tone that sounds no different like he's being bludgeoned in the head instead of being hammered in the ass.] Oh fuck, baby.

[Orange whines, grip by arm and leg tightening. His own hard cock is smothered under their weight, inaccessible for a reach around but he doesn't need it right now. The sheer togetherness they have and how their bodies fit so fucking perfectly is doing that work for them. Freddy couldn't be happier or more ecstatic.]

God, Larry.

[If he could kiss the old man he would. He'll settle for tilting his head back and brushing dirty blonde against peppered darkness.]

Don't-don't stop.

[Moving? Calling out? Clinging to him? Larry means everything. It's all coming together so damn perfect he couldn't have imagined it better. This is what relief looks and sounds like.]

Freddy. Fucking---!

[He gives up on words. Now there's nothing but bellowing grunts as he rides on harder and faster. They do fit and move together so well. His orgasm hits him hard. The old man almost feels like it's too soon as he's shaking from head to toe unloading like he said he would.]

Shit--

[What started as a swear stretches out into another loud satisfying moan as Larry comes, filling Freddy up as promised. Fag pig or not he can't deny how fucking great it feels having this man's cock stuck deep in his ass and spilling his load like he's going to knock the kid up. Huff huff fucking puff.]

God. [Freddy groans. He hasn't come just yet but he's already certain his own dick is making a wet spot of precum on the sheets.] Turn over. Lemme sit on you while you're hard.

[He rushes the words out, eager and frantic.]

O-oh fuck. [Wait. Did he ask something? The old man swallows and grinds. His insides are still shaking. Freddy's got every drop. If only he had more to give. This is absolutely the behavior of a man that has no fuck to give about who is a pig or a cop.

Maybe he should.]

Turning.

[Oh shit he'll have to pull out? Freddy's gonna go right back on. He pulls off and grips the base of his cock as he sits.]

Come on, baby.

But I ain't no madman.

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