[He says with a tone of question only because Larry here can be the judge of what Freddy does and doesn't deserve. Fuck that feels so fucking good. He's already groaning again, hair flopping into his eyes that narrow with each impact.]
You sweet son of a bitch.
[Christ the kid presses his face to the couch, making a steeper angle that feels so much sharper and probably feels a little tighter on the old man's end. He's got it right about this exceeding all expectations too, which ain't to say Freddy's were low to begin with. Just, who would've fucking thought? He said it once and he'd say it again, he doesn't regret it.]
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[He says with a tone of question only because Larry here can be the judge of what Freddy does and doesn't deserve. Fuck that feels so fucking good. He's already groaning again, hair flopping into his eyes that narrow with each impact.]
You sweet son of a bitch.
[Christ the kid presses his face to the couch, making a steeper angle that feels so much sharper and probably feels a little tighter on the old man's end. He's got it right about this exceeding all expectations too, which ain't to say Freddy's were low to begin with. Just, who would've fucking thought? He said it once and he'd say it again, he doesn't regret it.]