log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[The shaking doesn't last too long, just long enough for him to fill Larry's mouth.]

Jesus...

[He stares up at the ceiling lights then down to that smug ass shit eating son of a bitch grin. Fff. Freddy pats his head.] Good boy.

[whitetwoguns]

[Was he going to the sink? The words make him swallow, all that bitter for the sweet, sweet words in return. Both hands on his thighs Larry slowly stands up. He will be washing his hands though.]

Fucking beautiful cowboy.

[Pant. Pant.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Breathe...breathe...breathe...wait what? Freddy stares at Larry.]

Did you just swallow? [That means Freddy will be shimmying off the counter to kiss him.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He clears his throat. Isn't it obvious? Though honest, he wasn't intending to swallow. Just that effect that Freddy has, making Larry do stupid things.]

That I d--[Oh. That's fine. More than fine. More than fine as he presses closer. All the flavors in Freddy's mouth diffuse the remains of the load. A moan slips out.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Make that two moans as he slips his tongue into Larry's mouth to share the taste even though it's more like an after flavor of semen, smokes, beer, salami...and Lawrence Dimick himself. Just a few of the things that make Freddy Newendyke feel at home.]

Fuckin' beautiful, outlaw.

[whitetwoguns]

[Tongue to tongue and he makes enough move for them to move and writhe wherever. It doesn't fucking matter. This is the best connection he's had to another human being in a long, long time. What they have between the two if them is better than any group action in the end. Could it be the one on one uninterrupted attention or the emotional intimacy? Fuck that's so soft of a sentiment. Three words say it all though. Why say even more?

He'll moan again, pushing the stiff one he's got into now bare kid...unless his jeans are hanging about his ankles.]

A good outlaw?

[orangetoughguy]

[His jeans are on the floor somewhere so yeah he's all naked kid. And he loves it.]

Get your ass up into the shower and I'll show you. [Another kiss.] Then we can think about what to do with the salami. [Another kiss. Oh and a clarification.]

For dinner.

[whitetwoguns]

Yessir.

[Like a good man, a man who knows what he wants, Larry gets his feet moving.]

Sure is quite a bit of salami, yanno.

[Which he's speaking of can be determined.]

[orangetoughguy]

I can make it work.

[Freddy shrugs without specifying which even though he's already proven his ability to work with either.]