whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Sufficiently loosened he will happily endure the kid going for his end. Especially if it means getting filled to the brim with his cum. Say. Speaking of which he darts his tongue out while trying to catch his breath. There it is. Once again he parts his lips and curls his tongue beneath but that's no cock. He goes at them like it's a cock.]

Mmmm. [Moans for that thorough fucking muffled.] Mmmmmph.

[He reaches on forward to pinch at Freddy's nipple, if not that at least claw on at his chest. The old bear is down but not out just yet.]

[Now it's the kid's turn to groan. That sucking and pinching is his green light. Fingers still in the old man's mouth he starts fucking him again, this time with no care for speed or depth, only how fast he wants to go and how deep he wants to go until he reaches orgasm.]

Fuck I love you.

[Freddy groans, giving Larry's ass another hard smack followed by a hard firm pinch. If he bruises he bruises, it's not like bruises are rare out here anymore.]

Shit. [The kid cuts himself off with reedy moaning as his cock and balls unload in his man.]

[Words of love and profanity? This old ticker could practically skip a beat with this sort of treatment. Tongue flicks between fingers inside of his mouth, he'll keep on sucking maybe even harder. Damn, now it would be nice to have a cock between his lips to kill the noise. He wants to listen to the vocals from this rock star here.

At the smacking, the bruising he has to talk back. Freddy can keep his saliva slick fingers any where he wants.]

Dump it all, baby.

[Right on into his ass. Bruises he will gladly where. Small reminders to them both about who is in charge when. Or that they love so hard it hurts and they got marks to prove it that aren't all scar tissue.]

I love you.

[Maybe it won't seem so cheesy and frank after this sort of fucking won't sound too soft.]

[Those fingers are going to have to come out of his mouth because Freddy here is collapsing over Larry, half-sprawled on top of the old man's side. He's big and broad enough for it after all.]

Jesus... [He breathes. Shudders.] Fuckin' crazy...

[You are, Freddy thinks quite fondly of the old man. Is this how soft men act? He doesn't really know what he was talking about before, the kid thinks to himself. Just another crazy Newendyke idea.]

[Legs curl around him, paws hold him down there too like he's gonna get on up and leave or something. Not at this rate. Full just like he wanted with the room smelling like sex and rain. Now he is feeling less deprived of oxygen. Being broad has its advantages even with a body on him.]

Is that a complaint?

[Because he doesn't care enough to stop being crazy if crazy is what keeps them living like this. Could it be problematic that the old man takes Newendyke ideas so seriously? Even when they grow from the seeds of inexperience?]

I just got you something you'll like and make use out of, I don't think that's crazy at all.

[The bed he means. Heh.]

Naw...no complaints.

[He brushes saliva slicked fingers through curling brown hair. Now he's got enough sense to shift a way that'll allow him a kiss between their mouths.]

Well you. [Kiss.] Got. [Another kiss.] Smart taste.

[The bed he means. Maybe.]

Good.

[Ah. There we go. He was expecting this sooner or later. How nice for him to want kisses no matter where that mouth has been...in both cases. It's dirty and perfect. Now Lawrence Dimick is completely occupied.]

I know. [Lick.] What. [Kiiiss.] My man. [A longer kiss, enough to nearly loose his train of thought.] Needs.

[And right now, where they are it ain't action figures. The stress of going on patrol and day to day survival needs its release. Who is Dimick kidding? He needs it too.]

You. [More kissing.] Need it. [And licking.] Too.

[He calls Larry out on his oh so charitable and generous nature. What they do serves both of them, whether or not one is feeling selfish or altruistic, it's just how it works. Maybe it's because seeing one happy makes the other feel good. Those are softer thoughts Freddy rarely ever voices but in his case actions can speak louder than words. Look at how wrapped up he is in his man, is there any other more honest gesture?]

Do I gotta pull outta you?

[The kid asks like he's expecting a 'no' when they both know separation is necessary. After all a guy can't go on living his day to day with a dick up his ass.]

I sure do. [Guilty smile. So much time spent together, it's practically telepathy somedays. Others it'd be great to have a decoder ring.]

Out? Yeah. Off? Nah. Not yet.

[Laying together saves space on the bed. It also gives a little time for whatever space was stained to dry.

Day to day, no. However night to night for a valued portion of time? Who says that he can't do that? Two paws for each ass cheek to guide him out.]

How 'bout you come back tomorrow, we'll see about then?

[If it means that Mr. Orange is gonna lay down the hammer like he had just now.]

I might have to sleep on it, give it some thought you know?

[Freddy jokes before pulling out, slow and steady. Fuck you just never get used to that feeling, he thinks to himself, making another low sigh until they're separated. Below the waist anyway. Another oof and he's resting against Larry's back, the littler spoon despite being in the big spoon's place. Hah. Wiry arms circle White.]

I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you.

[The kid shakes his head, talking quietly under the rainfall.]

Well. Okay. I mean, don't---rush things.

[He's trying real hard to keep it cool. Took effort to fit on in, it takes effort to pull out. Larry feels that he's earned the right to make as much noise as he sees fit until he's only full of cum, not cock.

Take him by surprise why don't you with the spooning. It feels great. Wiry warm body at his back.]

I don't wanna think about it. ....you know you don't have to either.

[Not about the past and for the future. As it stands the world coming apart is not a thing to separate them. This time.]

I know.

[Freddy replies against Larry's skin. He draws a lighter knee up to rest between the old man's thighs, gently nudging his balls but most importantly close to his entrance. If Larry's gonna leak he wants him to leak his own cum on himself. As if that's going to keep the bed immaculate, hah.]

All the same you're still a sneaky bastard.

[He presses a kiss to White. And he loves him that way.]

But I ain't no madman.

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