whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Condom retrieved. He almost drops it hearing what he's hearing. A grown man, virile looking and wanting to get fucked except it's the choice of words. With the wrapper held between his fingers he keeps a paw on Freddy's shoulder as he leans on in to catch Elijah by the mouth.

Oops. Did they have a rule about kissing? It's the endearment of having a body willing for what they got, knowing there's a slew of personal frets and conceptions that are hiding in the wings...sorta brings it all around to be a healthy experience for everybody. Stubble itches above his lip and the corner of his mouth. When he pulls on back he gives the man's broad shoulder a pat.]

We'll take care of you, buddy boy.

That's one way to put it.

[Freddy tightens his hold to rub around the rim of his cockhead. He doesn't have to see it to know how Larry must be feeling, hearing those words from a man who looks like this. Maybe it's an old guy thing. Orange isn't going to question it or make any other sort of judgment, which is not the same as saying he's not taking notes on Elijah's character. He's watching the man unabashed, eager to see how he reacts to Mr. White's mouth, his heavy hands. He's watching Larry's reaction too.]

He's good at it.

[Freddy insists, already making the call just because he can and because he really doubts Elijah is going to speak up otherwise. Who wouldn't want to get fucked by Mr. White? Maybe Orange is biased. He has to let go of the middle man now to position himself seated on the edge of the pool. These wiry arms are working to have Elijah's face situated right at his lap.]

[At any other time, he might have something to say about being called buddy boy. Between the kiss and the hands on him and the rubbing on his cock and everything else, though, he doesn't really have much of anything to say at all.]

Christ...

[That's all he manages past another groan. This isn't his first time having an (at least mostly) anonymous encounter in a bathhouse, but it's not exactly an experience he'd ever actually expected to repeat.

He moves as Orange directs him, his own arms reaching past him to brace himself against the pool's edge, but doesn't take any further action than looking up at him, almost expectantly. He's not an idiot; he can sense nothing but a total lack of magic capability from these two, knows logically he has no reason to fear plunder from either of them. But that does little to ease the anxiety he feels at having his grimoire so blatantly exposed, power already and instinctively tingling throughout its inner hexagonal phalanxes and wild outer curves, or the tension that plainly shows in the muscles of his back and arms.]

[All that Larry sees is in that tension a guy fighting to get what he wants.]

Hey.

[He steps around Elijah to stand behind him. Warm water sloshes around. All he sees is some elaborate body art. Larry reaches around to put his hand at the man's lower abs and help him bend on over some. This position puts his erect cut cock against the swell of his ass. Nothing doing. Not yet. The condom hasn't come into play yet after all.]

You're free to say what you do and don't wanna do like the rest of us.

[And if it's finding a right kinda position then he can gladly join the club.]

The guy's got a nice dick, don't he.

[That guy Mr. Orange. The old man is forever bias.]

[Seeing the design up close like this, laid out so to speak, in the back of Freddy's mind he's already associating it with something more than ink or body modification. It's something he's seen in his comic books or dragon games but it's all vague recollection because right now the blood that helps his brain work is flowing right down into his dick.]

It got me through highschool.

[He remarks, speaking of his dick. He's exaggerating, considering it only got him through getting laid and thus not being harassed for being a virgin. All the geekery like Spiderman and Level 8 Paladins were fair game. Orange makes no motion to press Elijah's face any closer to him just yet. The guy seems tense, he'll need to get comfortable with White's size first. Instead he'll comb his fingers through the guy's hair and let him decide if he's going to white knuckle the edge of the pool or use the kid's thigh for a pillow, or both.]

Put it in slow. [As if Larry needs to be told, Freddy just likes to talk.]

[The talk helps ease his tension somewhat, as does the weight of that cock against his ass, at least enough for him for him to stare down at the cock in his face.]

Seen worse.

[He glances up at Orange again with a wry smirk, indicating if it wasn't already obvious that he's teasing. Hard as he already is, he ordinarily wouldn't be able to joke this easily, but a significant part of him is still focused on trying to move past all that tension. Even if he's spoken at length with this young man before, even if his back is bare and exposed, he just needs to keep in mind that this is no different from any other casual encounter he's ever had. Being used between two men isn't exactly something he's used to either, but still — he needs to bring himself to relax.]

You don't need a magnifying glass or anything to find that. Careful, might poke you in the eye.

[The wrapper crinkles noisily as he opens the condom and slips it on. He makes sure to have his fingers greased up as much as possible. Out of consideration, not tenderness, he makes sure the man's ring piece is coated enough.]

Ready, pal?

['Seen worse' he says. Although Freddy gets the impression it's in jest that doesn't stop him from arching a brow then shrugging at Larry as if to say 'what's with this guy?' Which really, is all code for 'he seems cool enough, so fuck him good.' Maybe Elijah won't be so quick to tease after being ridden ragged.]

Hold on if you gotta.

[Orange suggests, seated stance still casual as any man would be in a hot spring. Except for the whole other guy getting fucked by his old man part.]

[The smirk is long gone by the time White gets him slicked up, replaced with teeth on his lip as he tries his damnedest to hold back a loud groan. Not that he's entirely successful, of course.]

Ready as I'll ever be. [He's also going to take up Orange's suggestion, at least somewhat, by moving one of his hands to grip his hip and slide down his thigh. He's eyeing his cock again, as well, but still not making any move to put himself closer to it — not yet, anyway.]

Here goes.

[And it sure ain't nothing. Hah. Larry is sure to take it easy. He isn't completely committed to the notion that they're playing with a cherry but it looks as though he is new to this sort of water sport. Nice and easily the swollen cock head pushes on up against him. His own thickness makes him very aware of how relaxed (or not) Elijah is.]

Don't go and leave my buddy left out.

[That'd be Freddy except it's a feast for the eyes.]

[Don't worry none, Elijah Morgan, Freddy has no intention of forcing his face on his dick until he gets an impression it's what the cowboy wants. A desire to be dominated. The kid can relate to that, it's why he can read the signs if they're projected. Until then though he's got his fingers in the other man's hair, not pulling but certainly twisted in a way that'll afford Freddy the opportunity.]

He'll come around.

[Orange says to White, casual and cool, because he's already enjoying the way the old man lays into Elijah. He has and will always adore Larry's body, the way he uses it, like a fucking professional. Just because someone else is getting a turn at the receiving end of his thick cock doesn't threaten Freddy at all. Not when he's here to enjoy it and witness the way Elijah's body reacts to it. In the end, only two of them are going home together.]

Christ.

[The push of that cock against him manages to make him relax even more, now that he's thinking less about the exposure of his grimoire and more about having the whole of that thick dick inside him. He lets his head hang, as much as he can against the pull of Orange's fingers in his hair, and moans loud and low. He grips the younger man's thigh even tighter as he pushes back against White, trying to take more of him in, faster already.]

Shit.

[Huff. Puff. That's a great fit right there. Picking up his cue the old man ups the pace.]

Easy cowboy, you're gonna get your ride.

[He gives a healthy smack to Elijah's thigh before reaching around to take a hold on his cock. There is an apparent difference between him and Freddy. Larry takes the moment to appreciate another solid body taking him on in. Watching the tension shake off makes him grin even through the strain.]

The kid hear is talking from experience.

[As though it were mere fucking that brought together...well the heist brought them together. Fucking brought them closer. It sure as hell isn't going to cause them to part. Lawrence Dimick knows who he's going home with. Sorry, Elijah. You're on your own at least in this equation. The old man believes though that he can easily make anybody happy if it were only based on how willing.]

[The magician's fingers are leaving temporary imprints on his thigh but he doesn't mind at all.]

Let me hear it.

[He encourages, wanting to soak himself in the sound of Lawrence Dimick fucking another man and how that makes him feel. Both of them, really. Caramel green eyes switch focus back and forth between them, easy task with Elijah in the middle. That thing on his back is still pretty fucking weird but when his body is curving to accommodate every thrust well it's fucking beautiful. Freddy wets his other hand to wrap it around his own cock, fist moving at an even pace. If he can't put it in the guy's mouth (yet) he's still going to brush the head against his jaw, his cheek. It's really Elijah's choice as to whether the kid busts on his face or in his mouth.]

[Elijah won't make him wait much longer, fortunately. He takes Orange's cock into his mouth with a throaty moan, bobbing his head somewhat awkwardly until he gets his head into a reasonable position. He's gripping both of Orange's thighs by now, trying to settle into a rhythm between sucking his cock and riding back on the other man's.

As for anything else between the two of them, he honestly hasn't had a single thought for whatever might be going on with them. As far as he's concerned, this is an anonymous bathhouse encounter like any other. Really, it isn't just that the idea they might be more closely involved than that hasn't occurred to him; in Elijah's mind, it's unthinkable.]

[So many great sights to take in. Larry's eyes travel from Freddy who is getting sucked off at last to the marks that Elijah's grip is making in his thighs. Looks like they've settled into a harmony.]

Fuck. That's right.

[He keeps on stroking Elijah like he's working his own dick from the other end. Not that he needs extra working, even through the condom he can feel a snug hold. Each gulp of air feels heavy with steam. This is relaxing and a work out.

Oh they are connected. Partners in crime and then some. In a way that Lawrence Dimick didn't think worked properly growing up, hell even more than a year ago. Shows what a little change in perspective can do.]

Suck 'em good.

[Hopefully he won't topple too far forward as he grabs for Freddy to pull him to lean. Maybe for a kiss if it works.]

[Poor guy. Maybe afterward the kid can get his story, you know, when they're having a conversation about whether or not they can be friends because becoming a regular fuck isn't an option. In Orange's case it'd been over a year since he finally accepted what he really wanted, but once he did well, all hell broke loose. It doesn't occur to him how differently it could be for Elijah or even for Larry, by the time he was old enough to even consider anonymous encounters at the Y people were already singing praise about it.]

Fuck. [There's a huff for the wet warmth around his dick.] Hold on.

[He means to his thighs, to the pool's edge, whatever's going to help keep Elijah steady because Orange is delivering his own thrust against the man's mouth. It's not as rough and rapid as White's, there's teeth to consider here, however to call it anything short of fucking Elijah's face would be downplaying the situation. Orange is fucking his face gladly in short but solid motions. It's a little harder to do when he's trying to meet the old man halfway for a kiss but he doesn't relent. If anything he's leaning far enough to brush the tip of his tongue across Larry's.]

[Fuck, but these two sure aren't making it any easier for him; Elijah can only hope they'll make it worth it. If things keep up like this, though, that should be no difficult task. He has to adjust when the other men start moving, stilling his head and slacking his jaw when Orange starts fucking his mouth, bending his back even more when the two start leaning closer, but that's all part of the game. He moves his hands to get a grip on Orange's ass now, fingers digging in just so he can have a steady hold on something while these two fuck him back and forth, while he tries to hold himself from coming for just a bit longer.]

[Tight hard fucking and teasing tip of a tongue he's trying to get on into his mouth. Fuck this is the life. Don't get any better than this. Well. It could if there were someone to fuck the old man's ass as solidly as he's working Elijah.]

Are you close to coming, baby? Gonna let it all go down his throat?

[His voice comes out in rough groans, the tone is all over the place. Even while trying to talk he wants more of that mouth even if it's just the bit of his tongue. Larry knows he's rapidly approaching his own end. Each strong, hard pass at the man's prostate also has a pleasant glide. The visual stimulation alone is making it hard for him to keep rocking steady.]

[Sorry Larry after a question like that he has to stop grabbing for a taste and start leaning back to get a good look at Elijah. Hips work up to get deep into the man's mouth while he grips Elijah's hair, firm enough to still his head and have it tilt upwards. Freddy looks down in an attempt at eye contact.]

Dunno--does he want it like that?

[It takes effort to be this cocky while getting off. A little too much and Orange's knees could buckle. It wouldn't cause an accident or anything but part of the game is a push and pull of power and control. Don't let them see you sweat. He's already got marks on his ass to show for it and Freddy's not even getting fucked.]

[Elijah almost chokes when Orange starts moving his head like that, but he sure as hell isn't going to let it show, especially not when he gets just what he's going for. He looks up at him, breathing hard through his nose, but only holds his gaze for a moment before he pulls up off his cock. He's so close to coming himself he can barely stand it, but if he can get the kid to blow first, he has a feeling it'll be all the sweeter.

He looks up at Orange again, expression damn near defiant, just as he moves a hand from his ass to take hold of his cock and start pumping. The pounding he's taking is still enough to keep him panting for breath, just enough to pull short groans from him at nearly every pass, but he's not relinquishing all control just yet. He lowers his eyes from Orange, closes his eyes and lets his jaw fall slack again as he tightens his grip and works the man's cock even faster.]

[Two younger, eager men locking eyes while right before him, under him. Dirty pictures work hard to create moments like this.]

Fuck-!

[Larry slams harder, his pace is far from controlled. This is it. There may be bruises where he grips Elijah's shoulder to hang on. He does his best to keep on stroking his dick. No promises though. His eyes keep on wandering over bare freckled and marked skin. Now this is another fucking way to relax.]

[Elijah's not that much younger than Larry is he? It's really more like two old dudes and one guy in his 28 year old prime, hehehe. Nevermind the fact that it's Elijah Morgan on the spit roast.]

Oh shit.

[Freddy huffs, butt pressing back on the edge again when the other man switches out his mouth for his hand. All that saliva and steam's made it an easy stroke, though he hasn't relinquished his grip on Elijah's hair yet. One 'downside' if it can really be called that to youth is the likelihood of blowing his load sooner. Uncut the way Orange is, younger body and easily aroused, it's not outside of the realm of possibility for him to come this soon. The advantage of being a young fit man is...give him another five minutes and he'll be ready to go again. Maybe he'll decide to plow White's ass next.]

Shit I'm gonna come.

[He warns but the warning itself is pretty useless because he's already orgasming, right on Elijah's face. At least they're already technically in a bath.]

[His brow knits when Orange comes, his eyes shutting more tightly, but not because of the cum now hitting his face; it's because he can feel his own orgasm coming up on him and fast, and he can't hold it back this time.

He grinds back on White again, keeps pumping Orange as hard and fast as he can, and doesn't stop until he finally comes. It hits him hard, harder than he's come in a long while, and he can't keep himself from making a loud gasp and sharp curse as it overtakes him. There's heat pulsing off his grimoire now, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, and if either one of them were to touch its black marks even they would feel it tingle with power.]

[The younger is something of an assumption. This is the City. It seems as though everyone in this damn place is younger than him. Could Elijah, the stranger, be fifty years or older?]

Oh shit. Oh shit.

[Finally the old man cums on the tail end of Elijah's orgasm. Damn does it help that he's practically white hot under him, tense and tight in the best sort of way. All he can do is hold on to stay standing in the sloshing water as he milks every drop he's got into the condom.

Panting and moaning he silently congratulates himself for living a long standing myth of the lifestyle while it's still daylight and in a place that speaks mostly English. If he had a bingo card he'd be drawing closer to black out. Freddy and Elijah have to play catch up.]

But I ain't no madman.

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