He threw his bag over near the couch and dropped to his knees, not even bothering to take his sneakers off. Larry almost jumped back as he walked through the door, but Freddy's hands gripped his hips tight, stopping him.
"Jesus, kid..."
"Close it," Freddy ordered, nuzzling the bulge of Larry's erection. He didn't have to ask twice.
His hands fumbled to open Larry's fly. In one quick yank, he pulled both his jeans and underwear down so they rested mid-thigh. Larry's cock was just as impressive as he remembered, even more so now that he could study it in the light of day. He gripped tight against Larry's balls and brought his face close, taking in the heavy, masculine scent. One long, slow lick up the underside and Larry leaned forward and dropped a wide palm on top of his head. Not gripping or forceful, just steadying.
Freddy loved it. He reached the tip of Larry's cock and held the head between his lips, sucking gently, teasing. Precum leaked out and he swallowed it down, moaning, staring up at Larry through heavy lids.
"You gorgeous little cocksucker," Larry hissed, combing his fingers through loose wisps of hair.
Slowly, inch by inch, Freddy eased his mouth down, willing his throat not to constrict. His eyes watered; tongue pressed flat, lips stretched wide to accommodate the thickness of it. He huffed in air through his nose and kept going, careful not to graze Larry with his teeth. When Freddy finally felt the tickle of pubic hair against his chin he wanted to cry out in victory. Instead, he just pulled back all the way to the tip and did it again, but faster. He almost gagged but covered it up by hollowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he could.
"Oh, fuck!"
Larry jerked forward and suddenly climaxed. His semen was slightly bitter, a bit salty. Freddy thought it didn't taste much different than his own as he swallowed it down. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked up and held Larry's shell-shocked gaze.
"What next?"
"Christ, give me a minute, will you?" Larry laughed and reached down to pull up his jeans.
"Don't do that," Freddy stopped him, "we should be getting more naked."
"Listen, kid, it's gonna take me a little while..."
"That's okay. I just wanna see you. Touch you and stuff."
Freddy blushed and stared down floor, suddenly feeling much younger than he was. He heard a soft sigh as Larry's fingers brushed his bangs out of his eyes.
"Okay. Where would you be comfortable?"
"The couch is good," Freddy looked over at the living room, "you wanna just put on a movie or something and relax?"
"Sounds great."
Freddy grabbed The Thing from its box and let it load in the machine. He turned down the volume on the television so it wouldn't be too intrusive. Larry was standing awkwardly in front of the couch when he turned around. His jeans were still unzipped and he'd taken his shirt off. His chest was broad and smooth, framed by powerful arms and shoulders. The griffin tattoo stood in stark contrast against his pectoral muscle; a jade dragon coiled over his shoulder. He was thick through the middle, like a bare-knuckle bruiser. Freddy thought he was in heaven.
A few short steps and Freddy stood in front of him, reaching out tentative hand to trail the lines of the griffin. The flesh there tightened into goose bumps. Freddy leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, laving it gently.
"You're going to be the death of me," Larry breathed, hands reaching under the hem of Freddy's teeshirt.
He only had to tug once for Freddy to reluctantly pull away. It came off easy, up and over. Larry tossed it into the corner. They were the same height, but their bodies couldn't be more different. Where Larry's muscles were filled out with just a little extra weight, Freddy's were corded and defined. He was all sinew and angles; strong shoulders tapering into a slim waist. His skin was pale, dusted by the lightest smattering of freckles. He hunched forward under Larry's silent scrutiny, suddenly self-conscious.
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (15/?)
"Jesus, kid..."
"Close it," Freddy ordered, nuzzling the bulge of Larry's erection. He didn't have to ask twice.
His hands fumbled to open Larry's fly. In one quick yank, he pulled both his jeans and underwear down so they rested mid-thigh. Larry's cock was just as impressive as he remembered, even more so now that he could study it in the light of day. He gripped tight against Larry's balls and brought his face close, taking in the heavy, masculine scent. One long, slow lick up the underside and Larry leaned forward and dropped a wide palm on top of his head. Not gripping or forceful, just steadying.
Freddy loved it. He reached the tip of Larry's cock and held the head between his lips, sucking gently, teasing. Precum leaked out and he swallowed it down, moaning, staring up at Larry through heavy lids.
"You gorgeous little cocksucker," Larry hissed, combing his fingers through loose wisps of hair.
Slowly, inch by inch, Freddy eased his mouth down, willing his throat not to constrict. His eyes watered; tongue pressed flat, lips stretched wide to accommodate the thickness of it. He huffed in air through his nose and kept going, careful not to graze Larry with his teeth. When Freddy finally felt the tickle of pubic hair against his chin he wanted to cry out in victory. Instead, he just pulled back all the way to the tip and did it again, but faster. He almost gagged but covered it up by hollowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he could.
"Oh, fuck!"
Larry jerked forward and suddenly climaxed. His semen was slightly bitter, a bit salty. Freddy thought it didn't taste much different than his own as he swallowed it down. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked up and held Larry's shell-shocked gaze.
"What next?"
"Christ, give me a minute, will you?" Larry laughed and reached down to pull up his jeans.
"Don't do that," Freddy stopped him, "we should be getting more naked."
"Listen, kid, it's gonna take me a little while..."
"That's okay. I just wanna see you. Touch you and stuff."
Freddy blushed and stared down floor, suddenly feeling much younger than he was. He heard a soft sigh as Larry's fingers brushed his bangs out of his eyes.
"Okay. Where would you be comfortable?"
"The couch is good," Freddy looked over at the living room, "you wanna just put on a movie or something and relax?"
"Sounds great."
Freddy grabbed The Thing from its box and let it load in the machine. He turned down the volume on the television so it wouldn't be too intrusive. Larry was standing awkwardly in front of the couch when he turned around. His jeans were still unzipped and he'd taken his shirt off. His chest was broad and smooth, framed by powerful arms and shoulders. The griffin tattoo stood in stark contrast against his pectoral muscle; a jade dragon coiled over his shoulder. He was thick through the middle, like a bare-knuckle bruiser. Freddy thought he was in heaven.
A few short steps and Freddy stood in front of him, reaching out tentative hand to trail the lines of the griffin. The flesh there tightened into goose bumps. Freddy leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, laving it gently.
"You're going to be the death of me," Larry breathed, hands reaching under the hem of Freddy's teeshirt.
He only had to tug once for Freddy to reluctantly pull away. It came off easy, up and over. Larry tossed it into the corner. They were the same height, but their bodies couldn't be more different. Where Larry's muscles were filled out with just a little extra weight, Freddy's were corded and defined. He was all sinew and angles; strong shoulders tapering into a slim waist. His skin was pale, dusted by the lightest smattering of freckles. He hunched forward under Larry's silent scrutiny, suddenly self-conscious.