[With the straps he's able to unloop one side and hold it in the other so that his fingers are free to intertwine with Larry's. That's the affectionate gesture in all this fucking, in the way he's got the old man bound like a horse, mounted and thrusting into him. That's the sin, supposedly, the decadent indulgence in something purely physical. But with Lawrence Dimick it's so much more than that anymore, and always kind of was when he couldn't admit it to himself. The truth is in the way Freddy clasps Larry's hand.]
I'm gonna make you come, baby, don't worry.
[He breathes and shudders, so deep his strokes are short but angled to beat on that prostate.]
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I'm gonna make you come, baby, don't worry.
[He breathes and shudders, so deep his strokes are short but angled to beat on that prostate.]