But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[The nods he makes are small and seemingly stuttered in action. He's tired, his body's getting exhausted, he's possibly orgasmed out of the inning, but a little bench warming might give them both enough time to get back in the game. The question is, can the kid's body handle it? He swallows, so fucking close to his face maybe Larry sees the movement in Freddy's throat.]

Okay--yeah.

[Huff puff. Pant. Swallow.] I-I wanna be your dog.

[Plus points to Lawrence Dimick if he knows The Stooges in addition to understanding this kid's ready to get on all fours for him.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Brown eyes watch him spread out over his cock and just...sitting pretty somehow. Handsome. that's more of it. He combs back Freddy's hair because it's sweaty. Yeah. That's why he does it.

Heat rises fast in his cheeks. Age and body type say man but he really feels so much like a boy right now. He knows the song. The sentiment behind it is so heady. His lips move to say something except he doesn't quite know what it is yet.

So he kisses him.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Whoa. Whoa. Hold the phone. Whoa. No on second thought keep doing that. The moment of shock lasts only a fraction of a second before he's responding to the kiss, lips, teeth, and tongue, able to taste what's left of his drink but also the after flavor of semen. Pale reddened hips grind with him, resonating with motherfucking pleasure tinged with a dull sting. It's so fucking perfect Freddy could have never imagined.]

T-two more minutes.

[The kid promises against the older guy's mouth.]