But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

All because of you. [Just them on the floor. Shit. Larry's not sure if he broke into another sweat or it was the same one but he feels half stuck to the floor. Paws grip at the back of Freddy's head and one of his thighs to keep him close.]

Drive me so fucking crazy.

[Getting him all hot and ready for action all the way home and falling into a clever fox's trap.]

[orangetoughguy]

You started it.

[Freddy retorts with a smile. Well it's true ain't it? The old man came home huffing and puffing and looking to bend him over but he got folded instead. Hah. Freddy fucking loves it and he loves his old man. Enough to sleep on him. Look at the way he closes his eyes, stuck in those paws.]

[whitetwoguns]

Naw. You did. Writing stories with some pretty apparent innuendos.

[Huff. Well, not to say he didn't bring it on himself. He would do it all over again. Even if it means that his ass is gonna feel raw tomorrow. It already has an aching feeling to it.]

Are you down for the count?

[Stroking his hair which is in quite an interesting state. With those eyes hidden behind long lashes and freckled eyelids he is pretty sure he has his answer already.]

[orangetoughguy]

Everything's got innuendo man.

[The kid argues, then he waves a hand which turns into patting and settling on a broad shoulder.]

Naw, just resting my eyes.

[whitetwoguns]

I know. Seldom does it have a neon light pointing right to it.

[When he does that it makes him think of an animal. Shit. They got that sort of quality between the two of them. Not just for fucking. For sticking together and surviving too. They gunned down zombie motherfuckers through the streets of LA.]

Let me know if you're cold.

[Laughter doesn't ring out. He manages to stifle it but his belly shakes silently.]

[orangetoughguy]

I don't got no neon lights. Maybe a bat signal.

[That's called packing up if you ask Freddy and now that he's run on four legs with a few other dogs he really knows what he's talking about. No need to discuss who's the alpha though, thanks.]

Inside or out?

[He asks with regards to coldness. Freddy rubs a palm over that slightly shaking belly, hairs, softness over hard muscle, and all.]

[whitetwoguns]

Still calls for attention. Good that they weren't sore about it.

[Or else the old man would have to talk to him. Set things right in his head. He doesn't know as much first hand pack behavior as Freddy but he feels he is a man to take charge. ...that would be an alpha wouldn't it? Well, whatever. Name it anything and he would still do it because that's how Dimick has been with this kid since day one.]

Both. I might be Mr. Freeze now and then but I don't want anybody freezing.

[Deep breath in and out for that kind of attention. Watch him try and suck it in a little.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh he feels that slight sucking in and it only makes Freddy laugh as he walks his fingertips up from his stomach to his chest. Larry might have a little extra layer over the body he had twenty years ago but his muscles are still there and as broad as ever. Freddy fucking loves it, he loves it enough to not stop him from plowing the shit out of the old man's ass too.]

I'm cool.

[No that's not an ice joke thanks, but he'll eventually move himself to the couch for a little dog nap under a blanket or something if they got one lying around, if Larry will oblige him by getting one.]