[Whenever they head back to work, Larry wants them to be wearing evidence that some hard loving son of a gun had their way with him. Subtle or not so subtle evidence, so long as it isn't couch burn to the face.]
I got [huff, huff] what you need.
[He nuzzles back at him while he takes a grip on the kid's cock again.]
Come on, tough guy. Blow it again, like you said you would.
[And if the words aren't enough, he grinds right there.]
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I got [huff, huff] what you need.
[He nuzzles back at him while he takes a grip on the kid's cock again.]
Come on, tough guy. Blow it again, like you said you would.
[And if the words aren't enough, he grinds right there.]