whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[Now is not the time to bring up those shows down in Mexico and Jamaica, Dimmy.

Freddy doesn't let go of Elijah until it seems the guy's unloaded every last drop, right into the water. Not sanitary, is it? Oh well, neither's fucking in it. Anyway the sanitation issue doesn't occur to him because Orange is the kind of guy who follows the 5 second rule about food on the floor. He's also the kind of guy who can't even let sex get in the way of him noticing how the markings on Elijah's back seem to be pulsing. It's like a fucking arc reactor but without the bright LED blue oh and also less Blade Runner more Legend. He's not going to say anything though, he's met guys with a glowing countdown on the arm after all.]

Come in his ass.

[Freddy breathes, hands off Elijah and flat on the ground now. Whew. Just watching the two of them rut like fucking animals is an excellent chaser. A true testament of that 'lifestyle'. When it seems like White's finally filled up that condom Orange leans forward again to kiss him. It takes a tilt, putting Elijah a little past his own bullet-scarred side. Just the slightest brush of his fingertips along the edges of the Grimoire threatens to pick his erection right back up. But Freddy figures that feeling's due to kissing Larry.]

[Even that slight brush is enough to make Elijah automatically tense right back up, tenser than he was when he came just a few moments ago, and he instinctively starts to jerk away from the both of them, hands grabbing for the pool's edge again. But, brief as the contact is, it doesn't take long at all for the afterglow from his climax to settle back in and take over, and he finds himself nearly sinking into the water.]

Jesus. [After being fucked at both ends like that, it's really all he can say.]

[Kisses like that make his heart beat like a drum and inspire all sorts of want for Carpenters tunes. Not now. Ahem. And not with the way his tongue moves.

Fucking hell if he's gonna pull off like that. Shit. Larry sorta stumbles into Freddy. He's in the process of removing his condom so it might be a little messy. He ties it off like a gent and is left with no other choice but to put it near their things. Not that near. There. That done he really doesn't give another thought to any pulsing heat or mark of anything. He figures it's remorse or shock. One of the two.

Not his problem. Not really.]

Jesus? Not likely, what do I know.

[Larry scoops a paw full of water and rinses his chest and neck. Elijah might be something of a mess too. Whoops. Now that there's no more meat to this sandwich he can be right at Freddy's side.]

[Hey hey calm down, guy. Remorse or shock or something else the last thing Freddy wants is for Elijah to seriously freak the fuck out and make accusations. Thank God he doesn't appear to do that. If the man needs a breather and some personal space again so be it. Orange'll sit right here with White.]

I gotcha.

[He says for the catch as if Lawrence Dimick was really in any danger of falling. As for the religious remark...] Close enough.

[Freddy gestures for Larry to use those paws and rinse him off too while his green eyes focus on over at Elijah again. Is his cum still on the guy's face? Worth a fucking picture, that.] Don't drown, man.

[Not quite, as he takes the opportunity to rinse off his face while he has a free hand. When he turns to lean back against the pool edge though, grimoire facing away from the others once more, it's evident that he missed a spot in his hair.]

Ain't plannin' on it. [He lets himself fully relax now, sliding a bit deeper into the water. The other two seem a bit closer now than he'd expect, but he doesn't think too much of it. They did come in together, after all; if their hook-up started outside of this place, it'd probably end there as well.]

[See? He is okay. Good. Even better than good if it means that this won't be on anyone's conscious.

This would be the part where they now pretend not to know each other anymore. Larry gives the man a nod. He's not about to tell him where Elijah can and can't be in a public bath. That small stretch of time he'd spent dominating is over. Big hands are now on Freddy. They're his to begin with.]

I'd pity the fella that would have to come around and fish you out.

[Something about being pawed the way he is keeps the color in his cheeks. Already the kid's planning what's next but that's for a more private affair. In the meantime, he gestures to a spot on himself that reflects the same area on Elijah. You missed a spot, dude, he says without speaking any words on the matter.]

Get your stuff.

[Our stuff, really, he says to White as he moves to step out of the water and onto solid ground completely. The way his flaccid cock moves is no thing in front of these two now.]

As would I.

[He glances over to Orange in time to catch the gesture, and he mutters a curse under his breath before ducking his head under the water to get the rest of the mess out of his hair. Beyond that, though, he isn't going to engage with the two of them again, at least not any further than watching Orange as he gets out of the water.]

But I ain't no madman.

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