log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[His paws are free! One can clutch the kid and the other take a grip on the chair. Even though he's damn sure that he's not going to fall all this jerking and shoving makes him feel of balance.

Mr. White is moaning even with those fingers in his mouth. If all this prostate stimulation is for his benefit he'll be so fucking healthy. Freddy looks primal and savage, a regular tough guy. This is what draws his attention the most, he's not a slick, slim dancing boy. Chances are that dancing boy wouldn't have the balls to do this to the old man.

Oh God. There we go. That mess is all hot right up inside of him. Now he definitely feels full.]

[orangetoughguy]

Goddamn...

[For seconds he loses that tough guy act though to unravel in Lawrence Dimick. Nobody else makes Freddy Newendyke feel quite like this. And when it's over his hands fall from the old man's head to brush along his face, his torso, that firm (and well fed) stomach, then to his thighs where one hand delivers a hard stinging smack to his rear.]

Good boy.

[His smile is practically fox faced.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Contorted, full and hot he can lay there and look up at this man with pride. Larry lets those fingers slip on out of his mouth so he can pant open mouthed.]

Fuck, kid.

[Damn that smarts, and makes him tighten just a little.]

You wreck me.

[And he loves it.]

[orangetoughguy]

You love it. [The kid grins before placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. So much for a 'punishment' huh.] That'll teach you.

[And another kiss, this time to his mouth. Now he's got most of his weight on the old man, acting lazy and not wanting to move even though he'll have to eventually.]

[whitetwoguns]

I learned my lesson.

[But isn't it better to ask for forgiveness than permission? Hard to say in this kind of a situation because...forgiveness is pretty fucking great.]

Know what I love?

[He'll tell him exactly with his mouth, tongue ready to launch the attack. Supporting the kid's weight ain't so bad. They are gonna have to come apart but Larry's proud of himself to be taking it. He tries to grind a little.]

[orangetoughguy]

What's that--[Oh. Oh. Hey what do you know Freddy loves that too. He parts his lips to take in his tongue, kiss deep and firm just like the fucking he just gave him.]

Mm. I see. [Freddy muffles between kisses. Is this the 'romance later' part? Lightly freckled arms circle the bear's torso.] Beep beep.

[No it's not a new safeword but it is a vocal alert he's gonna pull out of the guy. Shit even that makes him shiver and hiss.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Being near this man, being able to kiss them like they're in the movies even though they've got blood soaked lives and hands.]

Dammit.

[It's a tight, rushed word. Now he's all empty and yet full at the same time.]

Should have come home sooner.

[orangetoughguy]

It's what you get.

[Freddy remarks in an ever so flippant manner before he's moving Larry's legs off the arm rests to a normal sitting position. Then he's settling in the old man's lap to lounge against him. This is the fucking life.]