log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

Good.

[Just when he's feeling real good about moving out he can practically feel each key come on out of his pocket.

And he's right on in for the kill or kiss rather. Fuck fuck fuck.]

Cool as motherfucker.

[More teeth, more tongue. Everbody be cool. It's like a robbery.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh shit how are they gonna make it to the car now? Freddy gets his limbs tangled in Larry's, fortunately the keys don't drop. Amidst the kissing and nipping somehow he tries to at least get them out of the doorway.]

Don't wanna be late.

[Kiss. Breathe.]

The sooner you're there... [Lick.] The sooner you clock out. Come on home.

[Nip.]

To me. Watchin' some dirty movies while you're gone. [Oh he spoiled the surprise for Lawrence Dimick. Oh well.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Amazing, ballsy son of a bitch. The old man just can't get enough. Okay in the doorway now. He exhales loudly out of his nose and lets himself be assaulted by that lick and nip.]

Then you'll really be in for it. That's a fucking promise.

[To emphasize his point he grabs a hand full of Freddy's ass and squeezes.]

Get to the fucking car man.

[Now he'll pull away. Gotta get the show on the road somehow.]