[He's giving him that look. That. Look. But he's got to keep his hands to himself because yeah, they got things to do. Well Larry does at least. And he can't go to work smelling like a barn. Oh but fuck Freddy can feel those brown eyes, those paws, those lips. He's ripe for the kissing. Oof. Behind the stall door the kid puts his own paws on thick firm biceps, clawing downward one side to a wildcat.]
Cause I'm a fuckin' professional.
[Huff puff. He pulls Larry in for another kiss. Just kissing, just making out. Kid's stuff. It's cool.]
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Cause I'm a fuckin' professional.
[Huff puff. He pulls Larry in for another kiss. Just kissing, just making out. Kid's stuff. It's cool.]