whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Grip on his hair now is a lazy petting. They're a mass of sweaty flesh. For a moment it's hard to say who is breathing when because they're both rising and falling together. Nobody's fucking dyin' okay. Not that way.

He's almost dizzy. Bruises and bites are going to be worn like badges of honor. It's proof how much his baby loves him.]

Freddy. [Gulp down saliva. Whoops there's a lot of that too.] Kiss me.

[No matter where his mouth has been. Just the kind of performance that satisfies but keeps them begging for more.]

[Kiss him he says...of course he'll kiss him even if he has to shift a little to do so while still stuck up inside him because this is his Mr. White and he loves Mr. White.]

Okay.

[There's that softer submissive sounding voice again, ready and willing to do anything Lawrence Dimick asks of him. It's a high contrast to the hard fucking he just committed on his ass. Freddy cranes his neck to give Larry a kiss over his shoulder. It doesn't quite reach his mouth as well as kissing face to face would but he tries. He'll try again after pulling out too.]

[Touch of those lips at all.]

You're fucking amazing. Un-fucking-believable.

[Lazy, heartfelt adoration is more than earned. He feels like he is high and drunk. Freddy rocked out all the tension with his mouth, fingers and cock.]

That was what I wanted all weekend.

[Heh. He grins a little. Boy did the kid deliver. He tilts his hips back some savoring the fullness. The pillow below him was an excellent idea.]

Me too. [Another kiss.] I mean, any way we could do it.

[Another smile against those older somewhat thinner lips. Of course the kid never minds getting a pounding up his ass but he'd have to admit he gets a rush knowing he's the only one with the privilege to slam it in Lawrence Dimick. Those other guests would have to pay them to do the same. Not to say this makes Freddy some kind of anal receiving fiend or anything (true facts: he is one).]

I'm gonna pull outta you.

[He sighs with the explicit intention of undoing those straps to then roll Larry over and maybe curl on top of him like a housepet.]

[After this sort of treatment, who would want any one else? Wary after so much time and then to be so lucky with this sort of an enthusiastic man playing pitcher, why on earth would he want any one else? That's how the old man figures it. Freddy's carved that place out just for himself. He's done with experimenting in that sort of way, or so he thinks. The kid has years on his life. He can and should go about doing what he wants.]

Okay. [Another gulping swallow.] Okay man.

[There it is. Even though he's ready for it, there's still a long low moan. Way to go, Mr. Orange. You fucked him tender. Clink of the straps that hit the floor. And he rolls on over obediently. Paws come up too to hold onto him.]

[Who would think this smaller freckled guy just fucked the shit out of that bigger tattooed one with the way Freddy is curling up and holding onto Larry tightly? Heh.]

It looked good on you.

[He remarks, referring to the harness among other things. Damn there's still cum on the floor too ain't here? He makes sure they're shuffled away enough from the wet spot.]

[Hey, if they know then they've got the right sort of insight to not say anything because of basic human courtesy. If they don't know, they'll never know. Those fuckers won't understand.]

I should wear it more then. [Out of the mess and laying just so. Larry cranes his neck and pulls Freddy closer. He'd like a real kiss now. Slow moving and breathless in its way still.]

It does its job.

[Another observation before he shifts with Larry to better fit against him for a real kiss. Mouth to mouth, he holds the kiss longer, close enough that if he blinks his lashes might brush against the old man. Don't they call it a butterfly kiss or something? Fucking romantic. The TV's still on but Freddy can't really make out what's on it, he's not paying attention to it at all.]

[Swapping spit, rolling his tongue with the other man's. Larry can feel his jaw move. This is the second best way to appreciate the marvel of his mouth.]

I love you.

[Nip. Nip. Pant.

So fucking romantic on their hardwood floor. The sea life feature is winding down. Those turtles are heading on home to the shore to start all over again.]

I fuckin' love you.

[He replies between nips to Larry's lip. Oof, that's right, it's a hard floor. Freddy guides the old man to sit up. The couch, his lounge chair, or a shower? It's still a little too early at night for bed unless the kid worked him over so much he needs a bear nap.]

[Shower because sleep isn't going to be too far after. Freddy could guide him off of a building right now. It's stupid. It's wonderful. Ain't that what love does to people? Hits you while you're down, makes you fall into dumb decisions in a heartbeat?

All Mr. White knows. If it means living this life, feeling how he feels right now, he honestly doesn't care.]

But I ain't no madman.

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