orangetoughguy | log post II

[Thick, gunning arms bend to support his upper body on his elbows. His face is almost to the rug at this sharp angle he moans. Will the other man be thinking he's a rent-boy too damn old for the game even with his performance. White doesn't care. He won't. Not when he can get this man into it too. This may be it for the two of them. Selfishly, White wants Orange to think about this any time he is with any other person--man or woman.

A cop. A goddamn motherfucking cop.]

Goddammit.

[He tenses completely. If Orange thought that White was tight before well, as he hits the big time there may not be any room to move. His load spills out into the man's fist maybe hitting the rug too.]

[Oh he'll think of White the next time he does this with anyone, he'll be thinking of White even when he's not doing anything like this with anyone, or his hand. Something about White has captured Orange and he can't get out of it. The kid spreads his fingers only to curl them up once again. He's eager to feel the hot stickiness on his hand.]

That's it, it's what you wanted huh? Dirty man...

[Freddy puffs and puffs, green eyes squeezing shut then open again. He's not gonna last. He's not. With a groan he spills over into the older man's body, writhing and thrusting as hard and deep as he can until they're flush up against each other. Then he's grinding into his as.] Fuck.

[Panting, gasping he has to try and answer a few times before succeeding.]

Yes. You got what I want.

[He is what he wants. You can't always get what you want. Everyone knows that. He'll gladly take the load. White roughly grinds back.]

Yeah, baby. [He tilts his head to try and look at the man's face. Even if he can't, it's enough to feel him clutch at his skin.] Keep it up. Like that. Mmmm.

[Finally letting go of White's cock means he's clutching onto his hip again, making a little mess of cum there as he holds them close together as possible. Orange holds him in place until he feels he's unloaded every last drop of himself in there. Fuck they didn't wrap up. What's he done to this man? The kid's clean as far as he knows, but he took him without a condom. That has implications, the kind he wasn't prepared for.]

Christ...

[But he's so fucking beautiful like this, hard and tight on his dick. Don't regret it, Newendyke, if he doesn't then you shouldn't either. Orange presses a kiss to his shoulder.] ...Perfect.

[White exhales thickly. A hand stops clutching at the rug to reach back to thread into the man's hair. He smells like sweat and testosterone. It's the scent of a man, not a cop.

When he believed this was the last, necessary push until he had him all for his own for sure there was no need to wrap up. The old man wasn't a sailor. And he fancied that Orange didn't get around all that much. At least that was what he thought at first. On this end of a hard, hot fuck it's easy to believe otherwise.

Christ almighty this cock feels so good deep and solid in his ass, even better with the extra heat of his load.]

Y'did me so damn good. Oh man.

Cause you're good, White.

[Orange counters casually. He presses another kiss to the back of his neck, another to where it meets his shoulder. How can he want to be with someone who's not only a crook but someone he's known in a handful of meetings? It feels so fucking strange, like White's read every chapter in one sitting and Orange wants to give him more. That's not what a cop should do but it's what this man wants.]

I'm gonna pull outta you.

[He whispers this warm against shadowed skin as a precaution.]

[Take a good long look at this, old man. Take it all in. Memorize how the man's breath feels on your skin, how well he fits into your ready body.]

Okay.

[He knows that he'll want this feeling again. But will he want it as much as he wants to live free? This man is a cop. This man could do him in.]

Aah.

[It's not a cry of pain. Just a noise he can't help.]

[He doesn't want to leave those thick fingers on his hair but he's going to have to. Orange straightens up with both hands on White's hips again to slowly pull away. Painstakingly slow enough it evokes another hiss from him for the tightness he feels upon separating. When that's accomplished he plunks back down on the fur rug. A messy fur rug. Huh.]

Is that gonna cost me?

[The kid asks, nodding at the stain on the pelt. He's not trying to say he won't pay for it...but he's on a cop salary, so...]

[White eases up to be on his hands again. Both of them. Though once more for the road and all for Orange's pleasure does he keep positioned, legs splayed.]

Nothin'.

[Seeing as he's paying for far more than he bargained for as it is. He reaches for his trousers to get a smoke.]

[Before you know it he's licking his lips over the sight of White splayed out on all fours like that, freshly fucked. But the moment passes quickly because...well, because he's not supposed to be attached. Don't get fucking attached, Orange. He takes a cue from White and reaches into his own pockets for a smoke.]

Cool. [Light up light up, drag. Keep your words short and simple.]

[A few seconds more of reveling in the glow of being good and freshly fucked. This shit can't go like this.]

You can stay as long as you like.

[Though the moment his eyes are closed, the moment he leaves, he may not find Orange. Maybe he'll know it already.]

I'm gonna have a couple smokes and think about it.

[Orange nods once, streaming smoke from his nose. It's pretty honest one way or another, but the curious matter of it is his casual wording: a couple smokes means more than one and more than one means more time to think, giving him more time in White's company. Maybe they'll talk, maybe they won't, but he's giving it a chance. He happens to like just watching this old man too, it's worth a shot.]

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