whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Legs together huh? Oh damn. The old man's nerves are raw as it is. Not a protest is on his lips.]

Yeah. Yeah like that. That's what I--[Damn near impossible to finish. Whatever. Not important. After a few harsh and ragged moans instead he gives up. Freddy's a beast. Larry is dragged right along, happily so. Maybe some time they'll try starting out like this.]

Jesus Christ. Yeah man.

[Writhing and pumping slowly climbs back down to grinding. The kid's got a light sheen on his forehead because fucking an old man like Mr. White is no easy feat. His legs are heavy, damn. While he's got them though Freddy draws one foot to his mouth where he kisses his toes, his instep, his ankle.]

I hope you get twins.

[Orange quips because hah hah hah men don't get pregnant. Not even in the silly city.]

[Pant, pant, pant. Pulled this way, forced that way, he feels like a little guy. Mr. Orange makes a great big man, that's for sure. Senses are tingling from his scalp to those toes.]

That's all bullshit.

[That's what Freddy is full of. And usually it's Larry. So hah! Besides, if anyone were to be pregnant by now, it would be Freddy. He keeps this knowledge to himself.]

Damn. [Still hard up inside of him. He lightly shuts his eyes and swears he can feel every vein and fold of his cock. Larry swipes a paw over his stomach. There's still cum cooling on his skin, enough to lick off of his own fingertips.]

[Har dee fucking har har. He's lucky he doesn't share that thought out loud or else Freddy might dare do something drastic, such as gifting his old man with a canary creme. Yeah, that's a good punishment. Look Freddy can't help taking great pleasure in being stuffed and filled, gosh.]

I don't know, I'm pretty potent.

[The kid pants, finally letting those legs down only to rest his arms on the insides of the old man's thighs. His cock is still stuck in him, for the record.] How's the flavor?

[He's watching the paw licking.]

[Stuffed to capacity, pleasantly sore...yeah there are enough qualities to this to appreciate, to crave. God knows he has. All with Freddy. Will he ever be able to give on over the control to someone else? For now the best place to be is with this man. And if it's stuck on his cock then there's nothing wrong.]

Juicy.

[Full and salty like a load should be. It may just be him but almost tastes good. Must be the process that makes it more appealing.]

Want some baby?

[A fresh swipe is offered up to him.]

Did you get that line off a porno? [Freddy quips while accepting his paw.] You're nasty.

[Says the kid who manages to pull out uttering a low sigh that gets lost when he wraps his lips around those fingertips. He can't imagine doing this with anyone else. Well, okay, Freddy can imagine doing it but he can't believe any of those experiences could ever come close to what he has with Lawrence Dimick.]

[Larry grins wide treating this all like a compliment. Freddy happens to love pornos. From what he's noticed the nastier the more enjoyable. Damn near pulled open he has limbs now that can wrap right around him and hold him close. Hopefully there was no cleaning deposit for this establishment. Oh well.]

I learned quite a bit from you.

[Actually. Truly. He whispers this into Freddy's ear. No other chump is going to get to be bare skin to bare skin and pumped full of cum. That is restricted for one dirty old man.]

[If there was well whoops. And they can afford it anyway. Pulled right on top of him now Freddy nods his head against Larry's face.]

Am I any good at teachin'?

[Wiry arms circle around his neck, elbows settling at his broad shoulders.]

I think you know how to make the subject come alive.

[Haha. This close now he can plant kisses all over that mug. There's enough nose to get three of them.]

You taught me about patience.

[To really have some.]

[He tilts his head up to better feel those kisses to his roman nose--wait.]

Hah hah hah. Real funny.

[Although he understands what Larry means he can't help but draw attention to the implication that Freddy is a real test of patience, fff.]

Hey. Heeey.

[Both dirty paws carefully frame his face so that roman nose is tip to tip with his own.]

You know what I'm talking about, babe.

[They can joke and feel better but that whole stretch of time shouldn't be forgotten. Lessons learned.]

I gotta have that. You deserve it.

[Nose to nose almost makes these caramel green eyes go crossed. His brow furrows just a little not because he doesn't understand but because he doesn't feel it needs to be said, repeated, like someone having to show his trespass on another. Freddy forgives the guy and in other ways he's sorry himself, they'll work on it together.]

I know.

[He nods again, slow and steady, then leans in to press his mouth to Larry's.]

[A kiss to breath the cross-eyed business. His own lightly shut as he lets his tongue transfer any residue that might need sharing. Deeper and deeper now. There's a slow descending weariness that's falling on into his body. Something a good fucking and a relieved weight can give a person.]

I love you.

[For his ears now, not the neighbors.]

[Freckled hands come up to frame his face while his shorter legs twist in and around Larry's longer thicker ones. He presses a kiss to his mouth, to his chin, to his jaw, back to his mouth.]

I love you, Lawrence Dimick.

[It's neither a romantic declaration nor a desperate plea for affection; it's stated as sure undeniable fact.]

[Simple. Right. No shred of doubt at all in his head.]

Wanna start movin' tomorrow?

[Because there's no way he's gonna want to move for quite some time unless it's to get a cigarette. All the touches of his mouth make him want to tattoo his name on his skin.]

I can't wait to have you back home, Freddy.

[To make that posh glass filled birdcage in the sky a home again.]

Okay. [He nods again, nosing brushing against Larry's cheek.] Let's do it tomorrow.

[Glass or not it is home to him, more 'home' than any other place he's felt in a while. Then again the location itself doesn't matter as much, as long as he's with this man.]

But I ain't no madman.

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