[Each lick gets a shuddering hiss out of the kid. Goddamn he's really trying his luck, this fucking old bastard, and Lady Luck really is on his side. Freddy shakes his head.]
Fuck no.
[That's a response to both questions actually. He tilts his head back, thighs still spread but tightening up from having to stand. Maybe Larry can feel that even sharper constriction around his fingers without his dick interfering like it would in other situations. Freddy's own fingertips rub into Larry's scalp.]
You're gonna make me come... [Groan. Oh shit he's leaking.]
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Fuck no.
[That's a response to both questions actually. He tilts his head back, thighs still spread but tightening up from having to stand. Maybe Larry can feel that even sharper constriction around his fingers without his dick interfering like it would in other situations. Freddy's own fingertips rub into Larry's scalp.]
You're gonna make me come... [Groan. Oh shit he's leaking.]