[These lips part to invite his tongue inward as his own works against Larry's. It's no massaging chair but it's something. Freddy's hands fall away to settle on his shoulders, then one falls farther to brush along a wildcat.]
Mmm...mmhuh. [Another lick of his lips.] You better like it.
[It's an aggressive remark except Larry ought to know it's anything but. Freddy loves to fucking please, if he had a tail it'd be wagging right now. Tiredly too. A minor shift and he's lifting himself off the old man's cock, slow and steady. There's a dull burn when he's left empty.] It's gonna...treat you right, for a long time.
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Mmm...mmhuh. [Another lick of his lips.] You better like it.
[It's an aggressive remark except Larry ought to know it's anything but. Freddy loves to fucking please, if he had a tail it'd be wagging right now. Tiredly too. A minor shift and he's lifting himself off the old man's cock, slow and steady. There's a dull burn when he's left empty.] It's gonna...treat you right, for a long time.
[The chair he means.]