log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Make that two moans as he slips his tongue into Larry's mouth to share the taste even though it's more like an after flavor of semen, smokes, beer, salami...and Lawrence Dimick himself. Just a few of the things that make Freddy Newendyke feel at home.]

Fuckin' beautiful, outlaw.

[whitetwoguns]

[Tongue to tongue and he makes enough move for them to move and writhe wherever. It doesn't fucking matter. This is the best connection he's had to another human being in a long, long time. What they have between the two if them is better than any group action in the end. Could it be the one on one uninterrupted attention or the emotional intimacy? Fuck that's so soft of a sentiment. Three words say it all though. Why say even more?

He'll moan again, pushing the stiff one he's got into now bare kid...unless his jeans are hanging about his ankles.]

A good outlaw?

[orangetoughguy]

[His jeans are on the floor somewhere so yeah he's all naked kid. And he loves it.]

Get your ass up into the shower and I'll show you. [Another kiss.] Then we can think about what to do with the salami. [Another kiss. Oh and a clarification.]

For dinner.

[whitetwoguns]

Yessir.

[Like a good man, a man who knows what he wants, Larry gets his feet moving.]

Sure is quite a bit of salami, yanno.

[Which he's speaking of can be determined.]

[orangetoughguy]

I can make it work.

[Freddy shrugs without specifying which even though he's already proven his ability to work with either.]