[A little bit, yes. He's tense from all that skirting, all the needless repetitions of "I'm okay." and the obvious not mentioning that man's name to begin with. Why he shows up in this manner they'll never know, stupid fucking city. Stupid fucking city that's given them this too.]
God. [Huff.] You're so good, baby.
[Freddy stretches his arms forward all the way out, making slow and steady movements to rest his hands at the top of the headboard. The sharper angle makes for sharper impact inside him and the leverage lets him push back, not by much but it's something. His arms are gonna be sore in the morning, it's fucking worth it.] Come on.
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God. [Huff.] You're so good, baby.
[Freddy stretches his arms forward all the way out, making slow and steady movements to rest his hands at the top of the headboard. The sharper angle makes for sharper impact inside him and the leverage lets him push back, not by much but it's something. His arms are gonna be sore in the morning, it's fucking worth it.] Come on.