But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]