[No intelligent response yet but he grunts. Oh shit. There we go. That's the slip right? Larry wills himself to do an easy, experimental slide up then back and again.]
Feels ready to me. Mmm so fucking beautiful.
[The glass is going to fog. He's sure of it now by how he's having a hard time keeping restrained. It's the backseat, the pressure of keeping an eye out on his boss's girl. Now he's thinking of a different back seat and how he held this man's hand with just as much desperation. The connection is still fucking there.
Brown eyes shut and drift up oh yeah. Barbie's gone on into her apartment right? They see that hallway and she's in. Good. Give it what? Thirty minutes? Maybe an hour...then they'll call this job over.
Controlled movements. He's being controlled. As for the foot against the glass and door, the kid can do what he wants. Whatever feels good as long as they're fucking.]
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Feels ready to me. Mmm so fucking beautiful.
[The glass is going to fog. He's sure of it now by how he's having a hard time keeping restrained. It's the backseat, the pressure of keeping an eye out on his boss's girl. Now he's thinking of a different back seat and how he held this man's hand with just as much desperation. The connection is still fucking there.
Brown eyes shut and drift up oh yeah. Barbie's gone on into her apartment right? They see that hallway and she's in. Good. Give it what? Thirty minutes? Maybe an hour...then they'll call this job over.
Controlled movements. He's being controlled. As for the foot against the glass and door, the kid can do what he wants. Whatever feels good as long as they're fucking.]
What song's this?
[Cuz the guitar riff can't be beat.]