[E-e-e-ee-e-e-ee. Yes. Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick it's not a sound of distress nor does Freddy Newendyke think it is. Just a toucan being a toucan. Besides, the kid's got other things on his mind and in his body.]
Oh shit. [Fingers splaying then contracting, Mr. White you fucking professional tease.] Yeah I fucking do. I do, I got a place for you baby. Hell I got places for you.
[Almost begging but not quite, Freddy's feeling close to desperate. The way Larry's talking to him, about his body, just makes him harder as if he couldn't be anymore Thing like--er, rock like. A gasp breaks from him and green eyes narrow for that smack (he loves it).]
Okay. [Shudder. Just look at the way Freddy sort of totters into Larry's room, already drunk on foreplay.]
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Oh shit. [Fingers splaying then contracting, Mr. White you fucking professional tease.] Yeah I fucking do. I do, I got a place for you baby. Hell I got places for you.
[Almost begging but not quite, Freddy's feeling close to desperate. The way Larry's talking to him, about his body, just makes him harder as if he couldn't be anymore Thing like--er, rock like. A gasp breaks from him and green eyes narrow for that smack (he loves it).]
Okay. [Shudder. Just look at the way Freddy sort of totters into Larry's room, already drunk on foreplay.]