But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[The kid's hips are working a little harder against his fist, effectively fucking it.]

Uh huh...Spread your ass right on my floor. Fit my dick in you. [Not because Freddy's lower to the ground either, fff. He's got to press his face into the pillow now where he makes another damp spot. Saliva stuff. Orange groans.] Shit...

[His orgasm isn't as sudden this time. More like a slow release from the faucet, thinner cum spilling over Larry's fingers instead of shooting all over the covers.]

[whitetwoguns]

Mmm. Yeah? That's how I'd wanna be. All your hot load up on in me.

[It's on him right now. Not in him. Whatever. Paw keeps on working to milk out every drop, it's moving a little slower now. Still nearly fisted and squeezing.]

You filling me right on up.

[Huff. Puff. He's not hard and not working all that much physically but holding a man while he comes takes his breath away.]

Nothin' but you and me.

[That's all it takes. The third wheel is for the thrill and exploration.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Somehow he manages to moan out the words.] Fill you right up...

['Nothing but you and me' he says...that's really all it takes for Freddy to twist a little more just like so to purse his mouth against Larry's. There's a mess between his legs, both the new one and the old one, wet spots on the bed, and he just doesn't care because it feels like home.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Home is right here in his arms, and in that mouth. There's a place for him. He can feel it and taste it. Mr. White would love to be a man with no cares or worries. To do that he'd not have anything he needs to care for or serve. What then? Selfish detached living for years more to come.

Hello, loneliness.

Not something he wants. A messy hand, a messy bed and a deep breathless kiss...are absolutely what he craves.]