orangetoughguy | log post II

Feels like a hard, long cock.

[One that he's gonna wrap his fingers around to roughly stroke at his find. Oof up against the wall and swapping saliva. Larry growls at that bite. He's shoving his pants down. His own shirt must have fallen off of his shoulders on the stairs. Ah well. No matter.

Freddy's cock slips from his grip so that they can rub dick to dick. His hands plant themselves on either cheek of his ass fingertips very close to pressing in.]

You asked for it.

[He almost has a witty retort for that, something about soap and dropping it, but the hand stroking him takes the words right out of his flapping mouth. Shit, he's got to hold onto Larry's side or else his knees might buckle out from under him. They do spread though upon feeling those fingertips so damn close, like some kind of automatic response to a gesture his body knows so fucking well.]

Come at me with all you got, old man.

[Freddy growls, egging him on quite enthusiastically, as enthusiastic as the thrusts he makes cock to cock.]

I don't think you're ready just yet, baby. You always got big talk.

[A long lick across his bottom lip. Huff, rubbing up on him feels so damn good. Since he's the one leaning up on the wall, he slides a foot to move Freddy to widen his stance. He moves a paw a way and presents Freddy with three fingers.]

Suck on em. Be sure they're good and wet.

[The other paw reaches between them to rub both of their cocks.]

Now. [Kiss at his neck.] I gotta figure out just how I wanna fuck you.

Big talk to match a big fuck.

[In terms of a noun or a verb? Hm. Either way Freddy's still talking as he's rubbing and touching and squeezing--hey now. His legs widen without much protest beyond a look of defiance in those green eyes. Except fuck he loves the way Larry's treating him, especially with those big fingers hovering in front of his face. He wants to talk back, talk shit, but he wants to fuck too and for fuck's sake that paw holding them together is pushing Freddy towards begging. Don't beg Newendyke, that would be too easy. So instead the kid opens his mouth to start suckling. First one finger, then two, then three, all three at once, like it's a dick he's sucking.]

Mmhm?

[He sounds around Larry's knuckles, encouraging him in that 'creative' process.]

[All three fingers wag in his mouth, scissoring then fitting together. A cock looks nice between his talkative jaws.]

There we go. That's it. All wet.

[Larry's fist keeps on stroking them, but stops at the tips, rubbing and pinching lightly. Watching that mouth he can't help but then move his fingers in and out.]

Mmmm. Okay, that's enough. Know where they're going right? Right into that ass of yours.

[Watch this now, he slips away from the wall. Freddy gets to face it while the old man works him from behind. Words might be rough, but this ol' bear isn't. He kisses the freckles on his shoulders. One finger at a time, easing because it's only saliva.]

Uh huh.

[Still can't form real words like this but the kid's wrapping his tongue around those fingers like it's Larry's dick. Licking and sucking and wetting them for all they're worth because he does in fact know where they're going--oh shit. A hiss escapes for the way he handles his cock. Almost got the kid thrusting, old man. Almost.]

Uh huh. [Hey he can talk now.] Stick'em in me, tough guy.

[Now he's gonna make real sounds, not ones mimicked while turning a wrench. Manipulated to face the wall--hey is Bettie up on this one--he crosses his arms against it, overhead, to bow his back. Thighs spread a little more followed by a low hiss as Larry eases them in. Fuck, his body is getting ready.]

Ain't you a handsome tough guy?

[That's okay, Dimick can do all the talking. He leaves Freddy's cock alone to focus on his ass alone. Second finger eases on in, curling a little then scissoring.]

Dirty though. Look at you filthy with sweat, fixing to get fucked.

[While his left hand is slowly starting to thrust, Larry's right strokes down the curve of his back on the return he moves to rub his chest.]

Am I?

[He could be fishing for compliments or he could be fishing for words that make some general sense while those fingers inside him threaten do undo his common sense. Fuck that feels good, teasing his damn prostate like this. Freddy could mangle Lawrence Dimick for it, except he would never because the old man always follows through. Eventually.]

Ain't showered since yesterday.

[The dirty boy admits. Look being called in on your day off then spending the rest of it getting housing for a bird doesn't leave much time for a bath. Poor lucky guy this Freddy is, he shudders under the stroke of that hand.] Shit...

Uh huh. Beautiful face. [Since he's close to the kid's ear he drags his teeth against his earlobe. That's no beak and he keeps it purposely soft.] Hard body. [In all the right places that count.]

I can smell it on you. [And he loves it. Now that third finger comes into play, real careful now. Once Larry is able to fit it all the way in he purposely teases his prostate. The old man won't be able to take much more of it. All this time his cock is at attention now and then bumping up against the other man's hip.]

That feel good, dirty cowboy?

[If Freddy could purr or click or thump his foot like a dog he would over the way those teeth drag on him damn. It just makes his body harder.]

Fuck. [Short and hissed. His back arches again to receive that third finger. Though still not a cock it's definitely sizable. Larry has big hands after all, big dirty hands to match his big dirty dick. Oh yeah he feels that too.] Yeah. It feels good.

[Breath hitching. His hands splay open to dig fingertips against the wall.] You smell like--[Swallow.]--like you need to shoot a load off.

[More than satisfied with the response Larry does it again. He can't help loving how the kid tastes.]

Did you know you feel pretty good from the inside? [Boy does he ever. Big dirty fingers of his splay outward in three directions before narrowing once more, twisting slightly then at last pulling away.] Dirty as fuck though.

[The old man licks his lips.] As a matter of fact I do need to shoot a load of. I think you got a place for that for me. Not here though.

[...is that bird making that weird rattling throat noise? Let's get away from the bird entirely. He smacks the kid's ass flat palmed before kneading with that same hand.]

Get into my room and don't fucking think about touching yourself.

[E-e-e-ee-e-e-ee. Yes. Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick it's not a sound of distress nor does Freddy Newendyke think it is. Just a toucan being a toucan. Besides, the kid's got other things on his mind and in his body.]

Oh shit. [Fingers splaying then contracting, Mr. White you fucking professional tease.] Yeah I fucking do. I do, I got a place for you baby. Hell I got places for you.

[Almost begging but not quite, Freddy's feeling close to desperate. The way Larry's talking to him, about his body, just makes him harder as if he couldn't be anymore Thing like--er, rock like. A gasp breaks from him and green eyes narrow for that smack (he loves it).]

Okay. [Shudder. Just look at the way Freddy sort of totters into Larry's room, already drunk on foreplay.]

[Hopefully that e-e-e-e-e-e-ee business will fade to white noise. It's only day one. Besides, if it doesn't there are many, many other reasons to be happy. The toucan's got nothing on this body the bear has to paw at.]

What places do you have in mind? [As if he didn't know. He does very well, Larry wants the kid to hear it seeing as he's the one who started this dirty talk business. It's a nice view walking behind the kid making their way to the bedroom. They stick together. There should only be one room, except there are differences to appreciate. The firmness of one mattress to another, the view and light from the windows and delaying laundry a little.

Approaching the bed paws are on him. Smoothing over arms, down his back. Mr. White is a lucky son of a bitch to score this.]

[Would one room be the next big step? Could Larry even handle having all that comic book crap in the same room as his suits and rings? Something about Freddy never quite grew up the way most men do and a reflection of that is the ever present amount of superheroes among other things on blatant display. The kid's not ashamed of it one bit, maybe that's something he has most men his age don't. Of course he's perfectly happy in Larry's room too, especially when he's staring at him like this. He's not no damn toucan.]

You got my ass, that's obvious. [Says Freddy Newendyke as he crawls onto the mattress, all fours first.] But you got my mouth too. [He arches under those paws pleasantly.] My back, my chest. [These are all places where he's felt the hot spread of semen, except for one.] Hell maybe one of these days I'll let you lose it on my face. Would you like that?

[Freddy looks over his shoulder at Larry. Egging the old man on, this kid.]

[Paws glide down to his hips then grip his thighs to spread them apart. It feels great to be able to man handle him as it is even more so without the eyes of the bird like its onto them. There's a reason why they live alone and don't have guests. No scrutiny. Larry wouldn't mind sharing a room with the comic book crap. It's all proof that he's got a wonderful stray of his own. All of those suits and rings will have great company with jeans, flannel shirts and sneakers. Though when they're in the old man's room it's also a treat, like he took this kid back to his apartment like he had wanted to all those months ago.]

I'd love to see you wear my load on your face, some time. [He rubs the tip of his cock up against Freddy.] Not now though. [Even though the nightstand isn't that far he pulls himself away to stand by it, a little more of a tease as he gets the lube.]

[It's a nice rock and roll fantasy until someone's arc reactor toy gets lost in someone's breast pocket. Though, having it go off at work would be kind of funny in the right situation. Anyway though, there's something different about having Johnny Storm and Tony Stark watching him get fucked that just does it for the kid unlike having a bird watch. That's just weird, he's in agreement with the old bear there.]

Play your cards right. [And Larry will get that privilege. All his talk takes a backseat though when he feels the other man's cock against him. Freddy arches again and hisses only to groan when Mr. White moves away.] Shit...get it in there Larry, real soon. [Cool fingers on him pale in comparison to a hard cock in him.]

Get what in? What do you want?

[Lucky is an easy going fella but will want to know why there'd be a toy in the old man's pocket. Especially when Larry's made it clear he doesn't have kids. That's a tap dance he wouldn't enjoy. As for plowing the kid in the presence of greats in there plastic forms, he wouldn't mind one little bit. They might capture Freddy's fantasies and affections never to the old bear's degree.

He spreads the lube liberally, not using those fingers in any other way.]

I'm an ace at cards. [And playing this kid Freddy. It's his favorite game. Man though he's so damn hard himself and this time he's only got one good round. Better make it count.]

You. [Duh. He knows what the old man is pulling.] You. Get your cock up my ass already.

[It's still not quite the same as begging right? But his back is bowing and his knees are shuffling backward as if he can inch his way onto the old man's fingers without his help. Fat chance but it's worth a try.]

Deal me a hard hand. [Since they're talking in card metaphors.]

Well, okay.

[Like it is as simple and noncommittal. No way, not with how he's panting. Larry's got to give in.]

Name your game. Texas hold 'em? Poker? Black jack?

[The swollen smooth tip brushes right where the kid wants it. He eases then jumps a few inches quickly and keeps it inconsistent from there, shallowly thrusting.]

Then I'll deal.

Oh fuck.

[What Newendyke? That's not a game. His green eyes slide shut for the feeling of penetration back there, not slow but not harsh either. What's Larry asking him? Something about Poker?? The kid shudders then presses his forehead to the mattress, eager to thrust back against the old man, to get him deeper.]

Shit it's your call. [Groan. Clearly Freddy's in no shape or position to think fast.] Christ that's it. [No cherry here.]

[A chuckle rolls and rumbles in his chest. He can cut the kid a break. Larry leans over Freddy, kissing on his shoulder blades.]

I got another game in mind.

[Freddy can get an ear full of real noises made out of physical exertion. Right now just a few grunts and gasps as he's keeping it shallow.]

[He makes another sound, this one closer to a deep sigh of satisfaction for the feeling of Larry's weight on top of him, on top of that kiss to his freckled skin. It's short-lived though because Freddy's still very much aware that Larry is teasing his ass, shallow thrusts that get him almost right but not quite.]

What game--baby.

[He breathes in a shudder, trying to keep his cool. No begging damnit, he won't be made to beg, so Orange tells himself anyway.]

[The very tip of his tongue sits between his lips as he deals a few more kisses.]

Chicken.

[The kid has to know the rest from there. Who is gonna crack first? Now his vocals are more genuine. No losers in this game. Larry is again glad that they chose to take this upstairs, out of sight of the bird. Hopefully out of decent earshot too. He wants this kid to let loose in every meaning of the word.]

I ever tell you how I can't get enough of you?

[Honest words even while the game is going.]

Jerk.

[That's the only word Freddy can muster before he dissolves into grunts and groans again. Fuck that's a tough game he's playing, a different kind of bird. His fingers curl into the sheets, elbows bent because staying up on his hands was getting to be too fucking much. For that second question he just nods his head, splaying floppy blonde hair. Those hips are still trying to push back.]

Oh God. [So much for trying to play this game.] Fuck me, Larry. Fuck the everlovin' shit outta me. Make me fuckin' scream.

[That oughta do it...right?]

What else is new?

[Haha. All bravado in words, he keeps his voice low the strain is still coming through.]

Ain' I [aw fuck, now it's getting hard] ain't I doin' it right now? You're makin' a lotta noise right now.

[Paws clench at Freddy's hips.]

Christ. Fuck.

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