whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Looks like they're on the same wavelength because Freddy is using his grip on the couch as a means of controlling how deep he pivots his hips towards Larry's mouth. Enough to really fill him but not enough to choke him. It'd be awkward in this position where the old man can't exactly pull back. That's how Freddy's a rock though, right? He likes to think of it that way, careful and considerate of his man's well-being, so honored to do right by him he'd tell him he's a cop before the cavalry arrives.]

You want me to? [Huff puff.] I gotta hear it.

[Orange wets his lips.] My neighbors too, tell'em goodbye for me.

You gotta fuck me, man. I want it bad.

[Not keeping it down. Not stopping his hand work either. Larry looks up at Freddy, bare chested and wiry arms out and supporting. Always dependable, always ready to help out--that's Freddy Newendyke. There's no doubt in the old man's mind that the kid isn't gonna treat him anything but right.]

All I need is you.

[That's softer because it's just for Mr. Orange.]

I gotta--gotta what?

[He thrusts slow and steady into that heavy wet paw. Green eyes are looking down at brown ones with floppy hair curtaining a bit. Fuck yes that's just for him. All he needs is Lawrence Dimick too. Extra dicks, vibrating ones, leather straps, and metal rings are all delicious perks. None of those things would have as much meaning without Mr. White, even a self-operating piece like Colossus because Larry's the one who picked it out.]

You got me, man. [He huffs softly in return.] Now where do you want me?

[Freddy asks louder because it's meant to be a dirty filthy prompt, the kind given after handing over a fresh sweet bouquet of flowers.]

Fuck me. Fuck my ass until I cum.

[How about that, kid? And he matches volume. In this sort of a place who is telling if this is the norm. Even if it is, how often do you get the full committed relationship. Or at least one hell of a team. There will be more to listen to. Larry has taken to moaning around that cock. At this rate he'll put a hand into his own pants.]

[Those words get him so fucking hard he's threatening to wet at the tip of his cock already. Whoa hey hey where are his paws going? Freddy's quick to reach back and claim both wrists for himself to pin them above Larry's head. Right on the couch arm. Of course that's assuming Larry Dimick lets him. That's how this team works.]

When I'm ready.

[Freddy insists, then his hips thrust forward again, eager to fuck his face at least for a moment. It ought to guarantee whatever load Mr. White has in him will leave its mark in this place.]

[Mouth busy, arms tied? He makes a frustrated moan. Yeah. It's frustrated. For a guy his size he could pull his wrists free. He doesn't want to spoil this moment. When he's ready. Sheesh.

Then give him a reason to be ready, old man. Throat wide open,]

[There's something absolutely arousing about how a man of his size still willingly submits to the treatment a man like Freddy Newendyke imposes upon him. It keeps both of them utterly pleased, that's the important part. Fuck but feeling that wet wideness in his maw teases him. The kid could be somewhere tighter. The old man fights dirty.]

Fuck. Turn over.

[Freddy groans, finally withdrawing from Larry's mouth and letting go of his wrists. He has to climb off that big broad body too to get the lube. Look at this string of saliva stretching from lip to cock tip. If only he had a camera.]

[That's more like it. Even when his mouth is not full of cock anymore he smacks his lips, and flexes his tongue to collect that strand of saliva. Larry kicks aside his trousers and kneels on the cushion, arms braced against the back like Freddy had. They don't have to go like this but this is his view.]

C'mon. I need your cock.

[It's up to Freddy to decide if the old man is playing it up for the neighbors or he wants to say it like that.]

[Don't get the kid wrong it's a great view too and maybe somewhere in the middle of it he'll switch it up. Literally. He happens to know full well how Larry feels about face to face fucking. Of course it might be different when the old man's on the receiving end but he's never stopped the kid before. Heh.]

Calm down, you horny old bastard, you're gonna get it.

[Fuck if Freddy doesn't thrive on this kind of talk. Only with Lawrence Dimick. Now he's back, not with lube but with a condom. Maybe Larry noticed gun oil was not amongst the items he took from their apartment. Don't worry Dimmy he's not gonna wrap up, but he is gonna put that rubber on two fingers. The kid kneels behind his big rump.]

When was the last time I fucked you? [It's not a serious question, just one designed to make Larry talk about it as he pushes the lubricated latex around his hole, then into it.]

You keep on talking.

[And he's going to get it. He's expecting it. Switch up or not, now all the talking about being filled on up, he cannot fucking wait another second. Kind of like waiting, wishing, hoping for Freddy to fill his life on up again.

The cool touch isn't as plentiful, he'll take whatever he can get. And boy does he notice that the kid has no lube. Did he really not take anything of their plentiful stash? Larry can't offer up any because he didn't bring any. Best be changing that back to the norm from here on out.]

Too long.

[Right into it. He moans and tilts his hips back. This sure beats saliva but it might be a little slow going. Just at first.]

I do what I want.

[He counters when accused of jabber jawing too much. Heh heh heh. Freddy curls his fingers to press down on Larry's prostate. His fingertips rub in barely there circles.]

Don't sweat it, man. I'm gonna open you up again, give you a real good reminder.

[Fingers push in and out at a quicker pace, ensuring the spread of lube for a prepped hole. It's not much but the old man can take it, right?]

Fuck!

[Straight up shouted. His whole body tenses and shivers at each pass of his circling.]

Open me up, man. Can't you feel how I need it?

[Snug fit. Huffing and puffing and not at all complaining. He can take it. He's a tough guy.]

[His free hand delivers a smack to his rump.]

Oh yeah, I feel it. You really need it.

[Another smack that follows through into a firm reddening squeeze as Freddy pulls his fingers out. After swiping off what's left of the lube he tosses the rubber on the floor most unceremoniously. Then he assumes the position behind Mr. White.]

Now you're gonna get it. [Orange insists except he's taking the time to get saliva on his own dick too. Can never be too careful, or teasing.]

[Hey. Hey. Wasn't he trying to loosen him up? Right on after each smack he tenses. Parts of the old man aren't always very muscular but right here he could be some metal winner.]

I wasn't kidding.

[Larry sucks in a breath feeling the man right behind but not on in yet.]

Fuck me, baby.

[His cock is bobbing lightly as he shifts his knees wider. He looks on over his shoulder and reaches back with one paw to pull Freddy closer.]

Here.

[He places that reaching paw on his thigh where he can pull at Freddy. White won't need to pull much, the kid's already got the swell of his uncut head sinking into him.]

Fuck....

[Freddy breathes rushed. A little more, inch by fucking inch. It's achingly slow to compensate for the lack of proper lube. Of course, that also makes him feel criminally tight.]

Oh yeah.

[Finally. Larry groans. Paw at his thigh and the back of this dingy couch clutches tightly.]

Shit.

[That's what you call hard. Patience, patience old man. No rushing on in. The slow pace is satisfying slowly but surely. It's like a tease all the same. There is an amount of lube, he can feel it. He also feels the same sort of intensity like it was only saliva.]

[Freddy's focus is on getting buried balls deep first. Once he's managed that then he's free to clutch at both cheeks with freckled fingers like he's trying to knead Lawrence Dimick's ass into giving his dick a warm easy welcome.]

How does that feel huh...? It's real tight on this end.

[Big shoulders lift and fall as he breathes. Even though he's the one getting plowed right now, Freddy might end up having bruises on his thigh.]

Great. [He throws a shit eating grin over his shoulder like its nothing. Lies. He's sweating enough to start his hair curling.] I got the whole fucking thing right up inside.

[Easing up on his thigh Larry reaches back to graze his fingertips on Freddy's balls.]

All hot an' hard.

[He'd wear that handprint bruise with pride if he were the type to also wear really short shorts. He's not so unfortunately Freddy won't have any opportunity to display the thing, but it's the thought that counts. Larry will always know it's there.]

Good. You earned it.

[Freddy runs his fingertips up his back to his nape where he rubs the old man as if giving a massage, only to settle his hand as a grip at the crook of his neck. No warning granted, the kid starts fucking him with hard solid thrusts.]

[Earned his place like Freddy earned his trust. Still there and still strong after all they've gone through. It's a fucking marvel. Just shouldn't be but here they are again. They really must be tempting fate.]

Goddamn.

[On him like a viking or barbarian....whatever. Fucking savage and strong.]

Yeah man.

[Right back at his thigh where he squeezes and then slaps on his own before going to clutch the couch again.]

[For blood and thunder and all that. His other hand falls at Larry's hip, trapping the bigger older man in a position fit to be fucked. Freddy might not be as long and thick as Lawrence Dimick but the tightness of his ass compensates and the kid sure doesn't hold back when it comes to demonstrating athleticism. His solid thrusts quickly become a fast pumping in and out, leaving Larry's erection neglected. For now.]

Fuck you're great.

[He groans loud and unabashed before slapping his hip hand down on his ass.]

[Valhalla someone's gonna be coming. Not now...soon. Freddy's a human jackhammer. He isn't a passive mount, the old man rocks in his own way pushing himself back onto what may as well be a foot long.]

Don't hold back any.

[To end that with a caveman grunt that doesn't stop. Heh. To his own ears it sounds like he's driving on a bumpy road. Damn, Freddy. Do you want him to practically shut around you? Larry can't but he really does tighten on up being hit.]

I wouldn't--dare.

[Freddy huffs and puffs, pants then tilts his head back. He can feel Larry moving back on him, prompting the kid to still his own pace, hands loosening their grip.]

Fuck yourself on me, baby.

[He demands in a solid tone. A rubbing of his thumbs against tanner skin adds the 'please' to it.]

Like this?

[This couch is not as springy as theirs. He realizes that when he tries to use it to help bob himself up on Freddy's dick. Tanned, muscled hide flexes and tenses. Huff. The kid really does fill him on up. Any bigger and maybe they'd have a problem.]

[The lack of bounce actually brings a smile to his face because it emphasizes the amount of work Larry is putting into it, like his damn old back. Fucking perfect, perfect enough to wipe the smirk off his face and turn it into a twist of goddamn pleasure.]

Shiiiit yes, like this...

[Of course he can't hold back completely. The kid rocks forward at a slighter pace to meet every thrust of his ass.]

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