log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Oof. Direct contact now there's no doubt about it that the old man's got a stiff one for Freddy.]

Not for long at all.

[The more skin revealed the more those paws can touch on. Or paw rather, that one doesn't want to let go of Freddy's rump yet. He squeezes and rolls the flesh between his fingers.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Amidst low restrained groans those touches also evoke a few choice words.]

Sounds like you're gettin' at somethin' there, Larry. Wonder what.

[Freddy questions 'curiously' as he grinds against the stiff one. Lo and behold who should provide an answer but a certain toucan? Flap flap flap. Sam lands on the back of the couch to croak in the old man's ear. E-ee-e-e-e-ee-e. If they throw him some fruit he'll go into his cage peacefully.]

...Wanna head upstairs? [There, a compromise between man and bird.]

[whitetwoguns]

You're smart. [Oh fuck man. He pushes Freddy even closer against him to really stick it to him.] I know you probably have it figured out by now.

[Sleep deprived and horny as hell he can't hide the groan of frustration at the big colorful beak in his peripheral vision.]

To your bed?

[Whichever one he goes to he's not going to get up out of it for at least eight hours. He's pretty sure it'll be a toucan free zone.]

[orangetoughguy]

My bed'll do.

[Freddy nods, eager to get a move on as well...but he'll still have to toss the colorful buzzard a piece of sweets to keep Sam happy too. Pat pat to the old man's shoulders, he climbs off his lap clearly hard from the experience and does a quick shuffle to the kitchen. Here bird, have a kiwi.]