[He makes another sound, this one closer to a deep sigh of satisfaction for the feeling of Larry's weight on top of him, on top of that kiss to his freckled skin. It's short-lived though because Freddy's still very much aware that Larry is teasing his ass, shallow thrusts that get him almost right but not quite.]
What game--baby.
[He breathes in a shudder, trying to keep his cool. No begging damnit, he won't be made to beg, so Orange tells himself anyway.]
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What game--baby.
[He breathes in a shudder, trying to keep his cool. No begging damnit, he won't be made to beg, so Orange tells himself anyway.]