[The sound Raymond makes is satisfying and encouraging. Orange quickens his pace, sacrificing a little depth for speed. He can't lie, watching the other man's body rock back and forth beneath his makes him lick his damn chops. If Raymond wants a hand on his own cock he'll have to take care of it himself because Orange is too focused on plowing the guy into (hopefully) a stupor. He loosened up well enough, to Freddy it's just an invitation to give his ass everything it's been missing for who knows how long. Any glow off his arm is completely forgotten, ignored, even though it stands out in the dim lighting. Yeah, in case it wasn't clear before, Orange left one of the lights on. If only Raymond could fucking see himself now.]
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