[He'd love for the kid to keep going but there's something else he wants to do, something he's been aching to do since he first saw this young son of a bitch. Should Freddy feel ashamed? Heck no, not if it's Larry right? They're fucking, they love each other, no harm no foul. Right? Fingers press into his hair again, this time urging that mouth to ease off.]

Okay okay, cool it. Cool it... [Breathe Newendyke.] Shit you're gonna make me come like that. [He shakes his head.]

Listen... [Ask him, it's only right.] Do you--can I. [He swallows because this is fucking hard and he doesn't mean having to ask, it's having to ask nicely.] Do you wanna fuck?

[Talk about Shakespearean. Good going Newendyke.]