whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.

[Christ all fucking mighty when Larry pulls out he can't help but whine like he's mourning for the loss, however temporary. Perhaps that speaks lengths of how much of a fiend Freddy is for Mr. White. The second he's on his back this kid moves to straddle him. The quickness with which they change position doesn't leave things particularly clean, there's semen already staining the space around his ringpiece but Orange immediately sinking back down on White keeps the rest of his load secure inside him.]

I'm gonna use you to come.

[He breathes, a little reversal of telling Larry to use him up. Heh. Freddy wastes no time in moving his hips, grinding first then quickly riding up and down, fucking himself on the old man. Now his fingers are free to stroke his own cock too but he's also curling over to lock mouths with Larry. It doesn't take long for Freddy Newendyke to bring himself to orgasm this way, completely filled and wrapped up in Lawrence Dimick.]

[Leaving the snug warmth of his ass was easy to do because he didn't think about it. The act of has him moaning. Fox like swiftness doesn't keep him awash in what he's lacking for long. Swift as he may be he does catch the spunk clinging to his body. Damn.]

Use me, tough guy. Use me right on up.

[Paws rub on up his thighs like how they started. While he's upright he takes to pinching at his nipples. Freddy beats him to beating off. Since it's all taken care of he wraps his arms around this man to keep him close. He can taste the second he comes.]

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[The shuddering and erratic panting pours right into Larry's mouth for the way his thick shaft fills up his ass nice and tight, how his paws pinch and pull at his chest, how his arms then circle the kid, holding him like he's fucking dying. His own cock leaves a wet mess between them that Freddy has no qualms spreading as his torso rubs right up against Larry. It's still an early evening, there's a shower they can share later on.]

Mmph, fuck, used you right up...

[The writhing subsides to slow heavy grinding, almost like he's thrusting between the muscles that stretch across the old man's broad torso.]

[Pinching, pulling, clutching with two hands if only he had more. They would be all over this man. Wet with sweat and cum he couldn't be happier laying here. Well. Not quite laying. Even though he's spent he is grinding right on with Freddy.]

S'all I'm good for.

[Before he's diving in for another kiss. He won't be hard for long and even when he's not Freddy's got a grip on him, makes grinding heaven one way or the other.]

Had it coming after using you. Except...I know you got more in you.

[Which is why they got Colossus.]

You're good for a lot of things, man.

[Freddy argues into his mouth, punctuating his remark with another solid 'mmph' and 'oofm' as if the actual words really matter. It all amounts to how much he fucking loves Lawrence Dimick and loves to fuck him too. All that grinding's going to have to come to an end but the kid's gonna milk the moment for all it's worth until they have to separate.]

Think so? [Mouths first.] What if...need a break.

[His tone carries mild strain on that second part as he wills his hips and thighs to lift up then off Mr. White. Gravity's made a white mess there, sticking and still sort of stringing between them. It's a pleasing image and feeling for Freddy Newendyke.]

What if getting used by you is one of my favorite things?

[Or addictions. Both are very accurate. Larry grips at Freddy's ass cheeks as though he is helping him pull away. He's not. It's a joy to feel his muscles work to pull himself up and off.]

I could give you a break. Just keeps you coming on back for more.

[Larry tilts his head to watch the mess of webbing between them. That's his doing. He appreciates it like a lewd piece of art that it is.]

Fuck, Freddy.

[It makes him lick his chops.]

You could use some cleaning.

I'd think you've got some seriously weird tastes.

[And if Larry favoring being used by him wasn't enough of an indicator the implications of him licking his chops is. The kid doesn't even question it as he turns around, crawling on the bed on all fours until his ass is up and ready again. Freddy's not one to talk either, honestly because he doesn't even wait for Larry to do anything before hooding his mouth over his dick. Being the foxy kind of guy he is one could say he might have planned this all along to be pleasant.]

Me?

[From one orifice to another. Larry lets out a long sigh.]

Why's that-?

[Nope. Never mind. He's not gonna bother finishing. Let the kid do what he set on out to do. Hairy legs spread to allow more room for him. His sensitive cock is getting the best after party.]

Cuz.

[Bully for you, Dimmy, because this flappy handed freckle faced kid is gonna talk anyway. That's just another talent of his, being able to flap his jaws while taking slow deliberate licks at the old man's shaft. One right after the other.]

You like it.

[He dares Mr. White to say he doesn't enjoy watching young new(?) recruit Orange taste him after he's been not just up his ass but unloaded too.] You imagine this shit after tacos, huh?

[He truly is a poor and bested bear. Larry pants softly. Now and then he gets something like an after shock shooting right from his groin and shaking on up his insides. He blames the kid.]

Love it, you mean.

[This is yet another one of those camera worthy moments.]

Uh huh. Y'know me too well.

[Then and now. He hasn't stopped wanting Mr. Orange.]

[As dirty as it seems it's all about Lawrence Dimick, Larry who went off to work not feeling so hot, seeing what he saw, feeling what he felt, calling Freddy and wanting to meet him back home, then coming home bothered and not in the usually fun way. The way this younger man's tongue ghosts from his softening cock back to his torso to clean up the mess he left there is all about making the old man feel better. Don't feel like such a psycho, Mr. White, you're not like those other guys. Mr. Orange wouldn't do this with them. Of course that begs the question how much does this all really mean when Freddy's no saint either and maybe not even that great of a cop or a human being, but he doesn't think about that, not as long as it makes Larry comfortable.]

There.

[A lick to his own lips. Green eyes are looking over at brown ones. Did he get the job done?]

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