But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]