[Oh Freddy wouldn't dare move a lovely lady out of the way for his batar. It'll go on up in his room, eventually. Right now though it's leaning against the wall next to some of his Marvel figures and a happy face button bearing a drop of blood. The kid's room is flooded with night city lights but it's empty. The toucan is downstairs in his log nest, curtained and perfectly content to be sleeping. Good because really, right now, no one needs to hear these words echoing in Lawrence Dimick's room except for Lawrence Dimick himself.]
Fuck if I spoke--Spanish. [Groan. Huff.] I'd tell you to--I'd tell you to fuck me and leave bruises.
[Oh shit he's close, real fucking close. The kid's reedy, whining, and writhing on that cock, sweating sweet fucking bullets. And there it is, his load spilling over ahóra mísmo.] Ohhh fuck. Larry.
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Fuck if I spoke--Spanish. [Groan. Huff.] I'd tell you to--I'd tell you to fuck me and leave bruises.
[Oh shit he's close, real fucking close. The kid's reedy, whining, and writhing on that cock, sweating sweet fucking bullets. And there it is, his load spilling over ahóra mísmo.] Ohhh fuck. Larry.
[He may as well be fucking dying again.]