But I ain't no madman.

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[orangetoughguy]

[Don't praise him too soon, Lawrence Dimick. After all that and what feels like a literal squeeze on his own prostate, Freddy is feeling kind of delirious.]

Uh huh... [Swallow.] Larry...

[He runs his own fingers through his hair and opens his eyes.] You say somethin'? Damn.

[whitetwoguns]

[Oh shit. As that a junior black out? The old man is cleaning his hands and tucking the kid back on into his briefs. Since they're home he'll leave his jeans open. They'll probably come off in the shower.]

Nothin' much.

[Slooowly standing up and moving his knees back together to be closer to him on the couch, sitting like old friends ready for a game on the tube.]

Mostly swallowing.

[orangetoughguy]

Oh. Makes sense to me.

[Another low sigh of satisfaction. Caramel eyes look over himself, looking over himself kind of heavy lidded. Yeah. He is exhausted...but not enough to forget his old man.]

Thanks Larry.

[Pat pat pat to whatever he can reach of him.] I love you.

[whitetwoguns]

[Now Larry can say that he has fucked Freddy's brains out. Not bad for an older man. Sure he had a little (big) help. The end game is all that matters. Under those flappy hands he pulls the man closer.]

I love you.

[And he means it. Both arms around him.]

...don't think you wanna sleep here. So lemme know when you want me to lug you upstairs.

[Maybe sponge bathe him too. Even that might be too exhausting.]

[orangetoughguy]

Sure, man. Just gimme give minutes.

[Right in his arms, leaning, eyes sliding shut. Resting. Larry smells so good...]

My ass is still sore. [Yep. Brains fucked out.]