[Feeling that heat blow right inside him causes another small round of writhing and groaning from the kid. Green eyes are off that apartment (actually they have been since he came) to fall on Lawrence Dimick.]
Shit, Larry. You feel better leaving it all up inside me? [Fingers curl into his peppering brown hair to hold them forehead to forehead. Rabbit litter making at its finest. He tilts his chin up to steal a somewhat sloppy kiss.] Feels like you're tryin' to knock me up.
[The kid wets his lips. Sue him for talking a little nasty over Boy George. They have a balance between sweet and dirty to strike here.]
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Shit, Larry. You feel better leaving it all up inside me? [Fingers curl into his peppering brown hair to hold them forehead to forehead. Rabbit litter making at its finest. He tilts his chin up to steal a somewhat sloppy kiss.] Feels like you're tryin' to knock me up.
[The kid wets his lips. Sue him for talking a little nasty over Boy George. They have a balance between sweet and dirty to strike here.]