[Stop thinking like that, Lawrence Dimick, your kid isn't ready to be anybody's daddy except maybe his old man's. Does that even work? Sure it makes sense for Freddy to call him his daddy but the other way around? Sometimes he thinks he fucks White hard enough to warrant being called his beautiful daddy, but anyway.]
It's all that cum, man. Like fuckin' magic.
[Be glad he didn't say super serum because that's actually the term on his mind. He just knows instinctively it's easier to understand when he calls it magic. Now the dirty blonde reaches up to brush a curl of peppered brown hair off Larry's forehead.]
[If he drools then so be it. He's cleaned off crumbs and sauce from the old man's mouth with his own tongue before, what's a little saliva during sex? Hell worse things have gone in and out of the kid's mouth before too. He'll part his now to taste Larry's.]
Mmm. [Between kisses.] Makes some perfect sense, don't it?
[Freddy licks his lips.] Thanks, Larry.
[Again, because it's his birthday and Larry's gone above and beyond the call of duty in Freddy's opinion.]
[They should sometime try and make a list of all the places their mouths, well, and the rest of them have been. Might yield another list of all the places they should go.]
Great minds think a like, right? They always say shit like that.
[Fucked, filled and happy.]
Happy Birthday, kiddo.
[Not even Christmas. Who needs that. They got each other. Sounds cheesy but what else is there to get? They didn't have it this good last Christmas, and then he wasn't sure of how good it would be.]
[Kiddo. He called him kiddo. Of course it's not exactly a far cry from kid but it still brings a smile to Freddy's face. He tightens his arms around the old man, bringing him in and holding him closer. They still have a whole night and cabin to themselves, even if they don't spend that time fucking the daylights out of each other it's nice sharing this warm fireplace in each other's company. Better than a birthday and Christmas combined.]
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It's all that cum, man. Like fuckin' magic.
[Be glad he didn't say super serum because that's actually the term on his mind. He just knows instinctively it's easier to understand when he calls it magic. Now the dirty blonde reaches up to brush a curl of peppered brown hair off Larry's forehead.]
You're real good to me, man...
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Don't think that the magic's me.
[He rubs the mess all over Freddy's chest before he's close enough to kiss at his face.]
Damn.
[Between sloppy kisses.]
Sure I do. Everything works out much better then. When I'm good to you, you're fuckin' amazing to me.
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Mmm. [Between kisses.] Makes some perfect sense, don't it?
[Freddy licks his lips.] Thanks, Larry.
[Again, because it's his birthday and Larry's gone above and beyond the call of duty in Freddy's opinion.]
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Great minds think a like, right? They always say shit like that.
[Fucked, filled and happy.]
Happy Birthday, kiddo.
[Not even Christmas. Who needs that. They got each other. Sounds cheesy but what else is there to get? They didn't have it this good last Christmas, and then he wasn't sure of how good it would be.]
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[Kiddo. He called him kiddo. Of course it's not exactly a far cry from kid but it still brings a smile to Freddy's face. He tightens his arms around the old man, bringing him in and holding him closer. They still have a whole night and cabin to themselves, even if they don't spend that time fucking the daylights out of each other it's nice sharing this warm fireplace in each other's company. Better than a birthday and Christmas combined.]