log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

Gimme what you got, tough guy. [Grunt. Grunt. In effort, in his load. Whatever. Larry wants it all. It's part of the package of owning the kid, being owned. That's what he feels like right now, and there's nothing like it. He's full and warm on the inside, and his stomach is hot and sticky.]

Shit. [Those teeth. Oh man.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Larry's a bigger guy, so Freddy's weight on his back should be no thing, right? Cause that's how he feels right now even after unloading, like a lump of warmth just laying there on top of the tough guy. Still inside him too.]

Jesus Christ...

[Arms go snaking up and under Larry's firm biceps to bring his sticky fingers near his mouth. Don't worry, old man, misery loves company. Freddy cranes his neck to kiss him, the flavor of his orgasm between them.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Oof. Smaller, sure, but Freddy's a decent weight. One the old man treasures even though his shoulder will be sore tomorrow. If he moved he might pull out. That's the last thing he wants right now.]

So damn good.

[He licks what's offered up to him, filled up on both ends.]

Mmmmmmm.

[orangetoughguy]

[Once those fingers are clean he runs them through Larry's still thick brown hair. The color may be going at the temples but it ain't thinning.]

Real good, Larry.

[So...what were they arguing about again? Freddy steals another kiss. And another.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Is he even flexible enough to kiss back properly? He'll try.]

I'm not gonna argue.

[Larry grinds back only a little because he feels like tenderized meat.]

I know just what you are.

[orangetoughguy]

[In Larry's position Freddy would be, that's just the give and take of being built like a tank compared to being built like a rail gun. Okay not even that cause he's a shorter sort. Anyway.]

What's that? [He asks lazily.] I'm pulling outta you.

[The kid adds as a sort of warning before he slowly and carefully separates them. A flop's got him resting on his side now, still right up close next to the old man.]

[whitetwoguns]

[This young gun is generally more flexible anyway.]

Okay.

[Simple, ready agreement. He feels so damn free floating in his own skin. A rough exhale that ends in a slight hiss is the only sound he makes when they part. The arm that had been twisted back and gripped now flops over Freddy.]

Good game.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah.

[That heavy arm on him feels so fucking good. Freddy can't help but shift forward for another kiss. And a smile.]

You ain't such a poor sport yourself.

[whitetwoguns]

[Freddy's skin feels hot, wet with sweat. It feels better than silk or leather and there's so much of it. He really holds up his end of the kiss.]

For a Brewers fan?

[orangetoughguy]

[There's a lick to Larry's lips for emphasis.]

For a Brewers fan.