[Those are dreams he'd love to make come true somehow, even if they're substituted fantasies. He's curling inward now as he writhes, fingers tightening as the one in his hair moves to anchor onto Larry's shoulder. His breathing is reedy and thin, just like that fucking day, until there's nothing left in him and even then Freddy's thrusting. Slower, but still thrusting.]
Christ...
[That's muffled into the old man's mouth. Finally the kid's stilling, but that only pertains to his hips. Between their lips he's still moving, tongue licking out the insides. He leans back only briefly.] I think you got it all.
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Christ...
[That's muffled into the old man's mouth. Finally the kid's stilling, but that only pertains to his hips. Between their lips he's still moving, tongue licking out the insides. He leans back only briefly.] I think you got it all.