log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[He'll go there. It's like he's been placed in some vice. Wiry hair against his face and the unmistakable testosterone on all size. There's the salty taste in his mouth too. Don't cough old man. Take it. Saliva slips a little through the seal of his mouth.]

[orangetoughguy]

Here it comes, baby.

[There. The least he can do is warn Larry. However the warning precedes the action by only a second as the kid starts coming. Less writhing, more hugging, touching, and squeezing. His green eyes are narrowed from the intensity and his heel is digging. If only he knew how that back was doing, Larry always looks rock solid from the outside.]

[whitetwoguns]

Hnnnnnngh!

[The big rock solid body was focused on what was gonna fill his mouth. Heels though. It's a step in the wrong direction from pleasure. Come on, old man. Easy. He didn't mean it. And a few more seconds. Larry focuses on how Freddy's face looks how he contorts and moves. Deep breathes and it's good. He's good. That tang right on down his throat.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Whoops. Now his brows knit in genuine concern for the old man...but he doesn't actually say anything until after he feels every drop leave his body. Fortunately for Larry that isn't very much on his second round. The offending foot comes back down to the bed, though he's unaware the foot is the problem.]

Sorry.

[He says sheepishly, not quite sure what was overdoing it except maybe deepthroating the old man.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Slow. Easy. Take your time. Swallow. Breathe. Freddy's cock slips out.]

That's okay baby. It's okay.

[Larry plants a kiss at his hip before he slowly crawls back up to the pillow.]

[orangetoughguy]

You sure?

[He loosens his grip but still encourages the old man to crawl up to the pillow so they can lay face to face. He'll kiss him too to share the not-so-palatable flavor.]

[whitetwoguns]

Uh-[The huh gets lost in Freddy's mouth. Staying still and with his head propped to the pillow it is safe to say he'll make it. Just needs to take it easy. It's safe to say there won't be any zombie hunting in his future. And no way they'll be getting back to their place and city anytime soon.]

[orangetoughguy]

Okay.

[Freddy accepts that half answer. When he pulls away it's only to break the kiss. They're still pretty much nose to nose. It's a calm peaceful moment after a fucked up day and now they're back in a crazy place that isn't home but it's become a home away from home. Shit that's sentimental.]

I didn't think it was that big. [The kid quips, because he can.]

[whitetwoguns]

Oh yeah. So fucking big down there.

[Here, he'll put a paw on it.]

Was your daddy a nigger?

[Yeah we can just bulldoze over all that sentimentality and be fucking assholes a while. That nose so close to his nose is the one he loves so damn much.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Putting a paw on it as it goes down in swelling? That's just unfair.]

Nope. I don't have a drop of big hulking black man in me. [Freddy shakes his head before adding:] Too bad huh?

[Toucan play at this game.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Hey. He was the one that made it swell and unswell. How is that unfair?]

You'd like that wouldn't you?

[No, really. Larry is beginning to believe that Freddy has his own kind of jungle fever.]

[orangetoughguy]

I'm not complaining or anything.

[Have a big old shrug, Lawrence Dimick. If Freddy has any kind of fever it's only fueled by what he has for Mr. White first. Anything else is just additional seasoning.]

[whitetwoguns]

Oh right.

[He won't push it instead he'll be planting small wet ones on his face as though he didn't just pound him into a majority of flat surfaces.]

Welcome back, Mr. Orange.

[orangetoughguy]

[Look at it this way, Larry, you're not the only one who's gonna really feel it in the morning. Freddy's gonna be sore too.]

Nice seeing you again, Mr. White.