orangetoughguy | log post II

[Those flappy hands feel good gripping his face. Larry mashes his mouth with him. Good hard kiss of a tough guy. For liking the romance, the gritty hardness is also appealing. They can pull that off flawlessly.]

So you got me flowers huh?

[If there's room for talking. Larry nips at his lower lip.]

Get on your knees please.

Uh--[In the middle of hard kisses and quick sharp breaths.]--Huh.

[Oh is that how it's gonna be? Because the big billed buzzard screwed up those first two and a half chances, now it's the kid who's gotta get down on the floor. Well, he's not gonna complain. Freddy complies after looking at Larry with something particularly ravenous in green and caramel. Down he goes, sinking to his knees. His fingers drag downward too to clutch at the old man's waistband.]

What now?

Can you please reach in to my pants and take out my cock.

[You bet this is because a big billed buzzkill interrupted. All in good fun though. The kid is the one asking questions to get the right answers. Larry slowly sinks down to sit on Freddy's bed.]

All this asking I think [sigh] you can have a request or two.

[Meaning that the old man would roll over or lay there. Is that a romantic touch for Freddy?]

I'll reach into your pants and take you out. I'll get you real nice and hard, and I'll keep what I wanna do with you in mind.

[Secretly the kid feels a little dumb after those words leave his mouth. Come on, Newendyke, you can do better than that. You're a cop, cops use words all the time. Sure they're not big pretty eloquent florid words but they're still words. His fingers are working the button, the fly, separating the fabric to reach in. Think on your feet, Newendyke. Wait, he has an idea.]

Do you like it when I take it slow?

[Freddy asks, gentle and careful with his cock. Part of it is part of the act, the other part is some honest curiosity.]

You mean you're not gonna tell me?

[Knees splay wider. The old bear groans at these soft, careful touches.]

Not too slow.

[Brown eyes are watching where ever he goes.]

It'll be a surprise. I gotta keep you guessin'.

[To make up for not being quiet a romantic even though Freddy's approach is equally romantic, just in different ways. Kind of like how the flowers in his room aren't really flowers, but it's still a vase.]

Better? [He gives a slow but broad lick to the tip.] Yes or no?

I'm always guessing. Who knows what's [oh fuck that's it. That broad lick. Larry loses his train of thought entirely. Just as well because Freddy asked something else.]

Yes. Fuck you get me so hard.

[Huff of a shaky sigh. He can see those unique flowers from where he is.]

I like gettin' you hard. I wanna get you on your hands and knees. [Another lick then the kid's getting up to his feet.] Come on, in your room. I want to fuck you with all your flowers.

[In any other situation Freddy might think that just sounds crazy ridiculous, but he's got a hunch Larry would like it. Who else treats the other man like this? He offers an open hand to lead the way.]

[Any hotter and he would be melting like a popsicle.]

Thank you.

[Pants at his hips he's up and walking after this kid. If he had a tail it would be wagging.]

[On the way back over the kid cuts a brief cursory look over the side to make sure the toucan's keeping out of trouble. Looks like he's tucked up in his cage playing with something or other. Good. As for Larry's room, Freddy can smell the flowers before he even steps in. Oh and one last thing.]

Close the door on your way in.

[How's that for a promise of non-interruption?]

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