But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Man, he wasn't kidding when he said he needed to be rubbed. There is tension. And he knows it isn't all from injury. It's gotta be from the curse Oops. Young bears don't know their own strength or went to let up. Except that also means that young Freddy had a hell of a time.

That wasn't a bad curse. Not by Larry's count. It got to give em something more positive to think about and feel. Something that's not rage or violation from Blonde. If one of them would have died there wouldn't be any smiles or easy jokes. Not by a long shot.

Paws keep at it. Just a wonderful excuse to lay hands on him. He's leaving relaxation and some red marks (that will fade) with his touch.]

Wait a minute here. [Even though he asks for Freddy to stop, he pauses.] We're gonna keep on trying to knock you up. That's just not gonna stop, you get me?

[At his own expense, because he's fifty fucking years old he adds.]

I might be outta time but you're not off the hook.

[orangetoughguy]

[Heh heh heh.] Stop talking like you've got some kind of body clock. You're not a lady.

[Freddy teases, giving an oh so casual super cool shrug under those heavy paws. If he didn't have a hell of a good time as a teenager getting railed in his secret tree fort they wouldn't be here like this right now. Just facts.]

You're not outta time. You've got all my time.

[Nevermind how a good amount of that time's spent on making the kid cum 2 or 3 to his 1. Larry enjoys it like that, right?]

[whitetwoguns]

Would you like me if I was a lady?

[Like he says, not love. Looks like it's turned into weird question time. Don't worry, Freddy. Paws are back in motion working hard to make amends.]

You got a lot more time left. [He said all.] Thanks.

[The old man prides himself on making the kid cum as much as possible. It sure would be nice to somehow have the kid try his hand. That'd make him last longer, be more open to reindeer games. When you only have one good blow, you don't want to waste it. Hmm and hmm. He's gonna have to do some reading. Embarrassing or not, they almost got fucking killed. Again. Why waste time?]

[orangetoughguy]

Maybe.

[What a trap of a question. Fff. The kid's not going to fall for it nope nope nope. Oh that's better. His body seems to loosen up under every roll of pressure from those paws.]

You're...welcome.

[Freddy manages to say around a low stretched moan of satisfaction.]