orangetoughguy | log post II

Thanks. I'll keep on t-trying.

[Casual as the kid may be he would never be pulling it off in Larry's position. He trusts this kid with his life, his ass. Few men can say that they got Mr. White's back as it is. Heists might not be in the immediate future. Whatever. As long as Mr. Orange is gonna be right there.]

Gonna...gonna lick it up?

[Larry tenses and his eyes roll up into his skull. Right on into Freddy's hands. It doesn't smell like flowers or perfume. It smells like Freddy, sweat, smoke and a little left over of what he left on the old man's face.]

[There we go. The kid gets a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment seeing the mess the old man makes on his hands. Oops a little on his own thigh too. Nothing doing. Except wait. Freddy quirks a brow. How nice of Larry to actually ask instead of tell him to do it.]

Should I?

[Pumping and milking until he's sure Larry's spent.]

Y'should.

[The perfect ending after all. Freddy manages to work out a little more semen. He's a fucking professional.]

Mmmmm.

[Brown eyes are open now and clouded with the haze of afterglow.]

It'd be a quick clean. Sam can't do it.

Bullshit you don't want Sam going anywhere near your dick with that bill. [Lawrence Dimick's already cut. No need to snip off anything else.] I'm doing you a favor.

[By cleaning it up himself. Freddy bends low enough to put his face in Larry's lap. His tongue flicks first, light and teasing before getting to the actual work with broad licks. Those fingers though, one of them's going up to the old man's mouth.]

Suck it. [Freddy doesn't ask, he tells Larry to do it.]

[The bird doesn't have that must interest in Larry, let's face it. He decides it's better to bite at that finger a moment in defiance before sucking on it like he's told. A few hard, solid draws not enough to break blood vessels or anything but a little something for the kid. Besides, he's had the old man's mouth already. Nothing new or exciting right? Hah.]

Be sure to get it all.

[Because he's spent maybe but not incapable of feeling how terrific it is to be cleaned up by a foxhound.]

Hey. [Freddy snorts but doesn't pull his finger away. Fff, biting the hand that feeds, that's what they call it. While in his mouth though the kid wiggles his fingertip.] Don't act like I don't know how to handle you.

[Fff. This foxhound even licks at his balls just to make sure he's got every corner covered, then to his inner thighs. He'll never grow particularly fond of the taste, but that it's Larry's makes it worthwhile. The kid really ought to be knocked up by now.]

[A bit of a growl and careful nip at the pad of his finger before he lets go.]

My memory isn't that short. I know you can handle.

[Free hands comb through Freddy's hair. Even though he's sitting on the floor of their bathroom he feels like a king on a throne.]

You gonna explain to your bird what he saw or pretend like it didn't happen?

[Snort. Sorry, it's pretty funny. He thought that kind of shit happened in the movies.]

Like what didn't happen?

[Freddy asks without missing a beat. Green eyes even look upward in the most innocent and naive way possible. Is that an answer for you, Lawrence Dimick? Fff. Speaking of the tenacious toucan terror, flap flap flap here he comes again. Sam lands to perch on the edge of the counter and look down again. His bill brushes against the side of Larry's head.]

Son of a bitch.

[Where the hell is his Oscar? Freddy pulls that doe eyed innocence way to fucking well. Larry shakes his head.]

Jesus Christ.

[Uh oh. Back again for more, Sam? Brown eyes attempt to mimic those beady eyes. The TLC pruning is a little too much for his comfort but he's too smart to make any sudden moves. He doesn't want to get a beak in the eye.]

[Look that's what it looks like Freddy is doing to Larry from a toucan's point of view okay? Casual pruning. The kid lifts his head up, finished down there, only to see a colorful beak right next to the old man's not so colorful face.]

Anyway.

[Totally done here, at least Sam waited until the very last minute.]

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