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[Freddy only feels the sting of his hair being pulled but it helps to keep him in place just right to feel that hot burst in his mouth without choking on it. That wouldn't be pretty at all, not that he doubts Larry would respond right away. Knees on the kid and his hands on the old man he's not going anywhere and neither is a single drop of his load, save for whatever slips past his lips when he brings them up to the tip. Freddy licks down the center groove slowly once he's sure Larry won't buck anymore...this is after he swallows a little bit of him of course.]

Yeah, Larry?

[He has the audacity to ask while his stroking hand slows its pace.]