[So. In other words...fetch? Green eyes are looking down with a mildly narrowed angle for the way he couches the basic order. Fine. Freddy can get up and do it, not like he's forty-two years old. Wait ain't Larry forty-three? Lying on the driver's license is a crime too.]
Okay.
[For once he delivers the word in a flippant tone rather than the more conceding do-what-you-will tone. It's all the same though. He climbs off Larry's lap to pull off the rest of his clothes too so when he's off to get the lube it's in full buff. Ever notice the light freckling on his body? Surely Larry has.] Strip while I'm gone.
no subject
Okay.
[For once he delivers the word in a flippant tone rather than the more conceding do-what-you-will tone. It's all the same though. He climbs off Larry's lap to pull off the rest of his clothes too so when he's off to get the lube it's in full buff. Ever notice the light freckling on his body? Surely Larry has.] Strip while I'm gone.
[The kid orders over his shoulder too.]