orangetoughguy | log post II

[Coming down from his high doesn't stop Freddy from mouthing his ear, his neck, back to his ear again before uttering.]

Happy forty-third, old man.

[Because 'birthday' seems too conventional, too suburban sweet. Putting in a number lets Larry know he knows it by factual evidence, and if the evidence is incorrect well he's free to tell him he's forty-two...or forty-four. Whichever. It doesn't change the fact that he's in his forties and Orange here, the kid, is still in his twenties. Late twenties though.]

Wanna jerk me off? [You know, as a 'thank you'.]

Happiest.

[One that an old crooked man could ever hope for. Different from any other. There's still a teen in there.]

Do I ever. [All that mouthing it makes his skin prickle right under his mouth. Again for the numberless time he thinks back to first watching them move as he wove a thread about his first big jaunt about crime. The most he could ever hope for remembering that for the rest of his life and seeing this man in every pair of green eyes he'd see. That itself was a gift.]

You like how it feels holding me and my load?

[That paw goes to work, stroking hard and fast.]

[Freddy moves between using his lips, teeth, and tongue on Larry. There won't be a bruise here on his neck but there's a red mark for now which only gets redder when he feels that paw on him again. He has to release this spot to speak.]

Uh huh. I love it...

[Spoken like a true homo, Newendyke. He fucking relishes the warm semen stuck in him, Larry's still hard dick up his ass. If this isn't gay he doesn't know what is. With a little effort Freddy manages to start rocking up and down again, not as fast or hard as before. It's just enough to stimulate him inside while a paw works him outside. Oh fuck he's gonna come.]

All over you? [The kid asks in shudders.]

[Whoever will see that red mark if it lasts through the night will know Mr. White is getting it and getting it good. The first few thrusts make him moan after each return.]

Yeah. Get it all over me. I wanna feel it in my hand and on my chest.

[His thick rough thumb rubs over the tip and traces up and down at the ridge. The chair is holding up beautifully with the abuse. It's a worthy member of their household.]

Okay.

[There it is, that submissive nearly concessionary tone of voice he uses when he's feeling like his body's given over to someone else's possession no matter how much Freddy is in control. No one else makes him feel this way quite like Lawrence Dimick. The kid's brow creases from exertion as the slow even pace because a little quicker and more erratic. He's not matching the motion of Larry's hand as he beads precum but floppy hair falls forward so he can press himself forehead to forehead with White. He did ask to be face to face. Green eyes shut when it comes, a hot load over thick fingers and spilling a bit on his belly. Freddy's gasps are shallow and reedy only to be swallowed by a rough groan.]

Fuck. That's it...oh fuck Larry.

[His tongue slips out to flick at the other man's lips. Not quite a kiss, he might accidentally bite him in the middle of his orgasm.]

[Even if that's not a kiss it takes his breath away. There's not much to go around this end of his finish. All he needs to do is show up. The kid is so talented he can fuck himself with Larry's piece. Forehead to forehead he can look into those beautiful candy apple eyes.]

So fucking hot. [He presses his tongue to Freddy's. The milking motion of his hand continues making sure that the other person attending the birthday party gets his fair fill of fun. In the stillness his hand strokes down his back to squeeze a cheek.]

[They must have some kind of all knowing bastard link because when Larry grabs him by the ass cheek Freddy grabs him by the face cheek. Those fingers are gripping him tightly, holding onto him green eyes to brown eyes as his orgasm starts to subside. The riding and thrusting motion slows with it until the kid's just settled in the old man's lap, cock still buried deep.]

Motherfucker... [Breathe, Newendyke.] Fuck, I'm all over you...

[Quite literally. His limbs are kind of sprawled around the guy and well, he's left an ample amount of identifying fluid evidence on his skin.,]

[He had no plans to look away. Those eyes have a hold on the old man anyway. Larry squeezes at his ass for the sheer pleasure of possession.]

Uh huh. [Pant, pant. Swallow.] I love it. Feels so good. [After a work day no less. Brown eyes smile as he leans forward again. His tongue is against Freddy's again and pushing farther between his lips. Sprawling limbs are begging to be soothed by paws even if they have evidence on them. Only evidence of a good party of two. The chair is still in gear. It's taken a back seat to Larry's attention.

There's no comparison to Mr. Orange after all. The salty slip of sweat and a bit of his own load don't alter the old man's liking of his flavor.]

Excellent gift.

[These lips part to invite his tongue inward as his own works against Larry's. It's no massaging chair but it's something. Freddy's hands fall away to settle on his shoulders, then one falls farther to brush along a wildcat.]

Mmm...mmhuh. [Another lick of his lips.] You better like it.

[It's an aggressive remark except Larry ought to know it's anything but. Freddy loves to fucking please, if he had a tail it'd be wagging right now. Tiredly too. A minor shift and he's lifting himself off the old man's cock, slow and steady. There's a dull burn when he's left empty.] It's gonna...treat you right, for a long time.

[The chair he means.]

[Swapping spit like teenagers. Forty three can fit more than a few teenage lifetimes.]

Then I better make use of it every day.

[The chair? Freddy himself? Who is to say? He flexes with the touch at his tattoo. Larry releases a breath he didn't know he was holding as the kid pulls off completely. There we go. Both arms wrap around the kid.]

Sure is comfortable, I can tell you that.

[It fits about three fourteen year olds to be exact. Freddy's age fits only two. Funny how that works out. Off Lawrence Dimick now but not out of his lap, the kid turns a little to better settle sideways in this equally comfy spot. White's no chair but damn he'd make a good one, does he know that?]

Good. [He nods once, mouth pressing along the solid line of his jaw.]

[Three teenagers to Freddy's two is still more. Not enough to feel bad about. How can he with the euphoria he's feeling.]

So is there cake?

[He's idly smoothing over the hair on Freddy's arm. ...the bird didn't make any noise. This may be the best day ever.]

[Prior to blowing his load that smoothing would have sent a shiver down his spine, now it just warms his limbs, making Freddy feel more comfortable like he's sinking into a massaging reclining chair too.]

I think you just ate it.

[The kid quips ever so casually. Eventually someone's gonna have to get up to clean this mess, but why bother now?]

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