log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

Shh.

[The kid utters as his licking and lapping becomes slower, more languid in the afterglow. Some people smoke a cigarette, other people talk, some people spoon. Freddy Newendyke would gladly do all three with Lawrence Dimick but right now he wants to lick the taste of himself off the taste of the old man's skin.]

[whitetwoguns]

[This close he can taste his breath, smell his skin. How is it that after sex this is somehow far more intimate? For a man that abhors cats with every fiber of his being, the old bear loves this. A few slow light kisses are pressed when he can.

This is paradise.]

[orangetoughguy]

[There's a slight sandpaper feeling for the day's stubble but this doesn't deter Freddy either and that also makes it even more intimate for him. Sex is something almost anyone can do, most people however wouldn't do this. At least Freddy Newendyke wouldn't do it for just anyone, he imagines it's the same for Larry. Right? A few of those kisses are returned.]

There.

[The kid leans back, tongue slipping out once more to lick his own lips. Then he flops back onto the bed.] Now I'm fuckin' beat.

[whitetwoguns]

[The only other times Lawrence Dimick wore another man's load was on a few sloppy attempts at a blowjob. Not willingly. It's a privilege. And it wasn't with a person who wanted to personally clean it off of his face with their own tongue.]

Thank you.

[Larry's tongue follows the other all the way into Freddy's mouth.]

So you gotta be sleepin' here.

[With the cigarette smoke and floral perfume. Just as planned.]

[orangetoughguy]

Uh huh.

[Says the lazy kid who then reaches out to pull Larry down beside him. The tough guy can wash his face in the morning or something yeah?]

[whitetwoguns]

[Rustle. Rustle. Now he'll lay his head a few inches from Freddy's. No moving out of bed for anything. One muscled, tan arm lays on that freckled body next to him.]

Buenos noches.

[With a big ol' bear yawn to chase it.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Those yawns are contagious. He makes one too while his arms go over that thick one on his chest.]

I'll see you in the morning.