When Larry finally found the condoms he tore open the box and ripped a single packet off with his teeth. Freddy grabbed it from him, pinched the end and rolled it on. It was a tight fit, the coiled ring at the bottom stretching in a way that almost looked painful. Freddy panicked.
"Oh fuck, should I have bought a different brand?"
"No, it'll be okay. I'm used to it."
Larry grabbed the K-Y and flipped open the lid with one hand. He squeezed a dollop into his palm and tossed the bottle on the floor, then rubbed his hands together. The friction warmed it up a bit, but Freddy still flinched when Larry teased a finger against his hole.
"Shhhhh..."
It didn't take long for Larry to prep him, working from one finger to two, waiting until he was writhing and pushing back against him. As Larry moved to hike his legs up, Freddy stopped him.
"Wait, I wanna be on top."'
"Whatever you need, baby."
Larry fell to the side as Freddy maneuvered himself forward, then up between Larry's legs. They were faced in the same direction; Freddy grasped Larry's hands and guided them to his hips, wordlessly asking for the other man to direct him to where he needed to be. Fingers gripped him tightly, eased him back, then down. Slowly. Freddy's mouth fell open as he felt himself spread wide, the tip of Larry's cock easing in.
He whimpered. Strong hands anchored him; Freddy let himself ease back, head resting against Larry's shoulder.
"Fuck into me," he choked out, light-headed. Larry answered with a noise that sounded like a growl.
His legs were bent at the knees, quadriceps straining, feet planted hard against the armrest at the opposite end of the couch. The first thrust upwards was controlled, testing. Freddy moaned and rocked against him, pressing down.
"More..." The resulting movement made Freddy see stars. He choked out a short exclamation of surprise and threw his head back. Their faces brushed together as Larry held him, hips rolling up, slamming inside him in a frantic rhythm. Lips sucked gently at Freddy's neck and he let out a sustained, keening whine. It was so good he could hardly think, like his brain was being rattled loose inside his skull.
"I can't, I can't..."
Breathe. Freddy's cock slapped against his stomach with each thrust; he wondered distantly if he could come without even touching himself. Deciding to test the theory, he leaned forward and grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, balancing himself with a tight grip against the edge of the cushion beneath them. He then lifted his body ever so slightly, just an inch or two above Larry's pelvis, and held steady.
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (16/?)
"Oh fuck, should I have bought a different brand?"
"No, it'll be okay. I'm used to it."
Larry grabbed the K-Y and flipped open the lid with one hand. He squeezed a dollop into his palm and tossed the bottle on the floor, then rubbed his hands together. The friction warmed it up a bit, but Freddy still flinched when Larry teased a finger against his hole.
"Shhhhh..."
It didn't take long for Larry to prep him, working from one finger to two, waiting until he was writhing and pushing back against him. As Larry moved to hike his legs up, Freddy stopped him.
"Wait, I wanna be on top."'
"Whatever you need, baby."
Larry fell to the side as Freddy maneuvered himself forward, then up between Larry's legs. They were faced in the same direction; Freddy grasped Larry's hands and guided them to his hips, wordlessly asking for the other man to direct him to where he needed to be. Fingers gripped him tightly, eased him back, then down. Slowly. Freddy's mouth fell open as he felt himself spread wide, the tip of Larry's cock easing in.
He whimpered. Strong hands anchored him; Freddy let himself ease back, head resting against Larry's shoulder.
"Fuck into me," he choked out, light-headed. Larry answered with a noise that sounded like a growl.
His legs were bent at the knees, quadriceps straining, feet planted hard against the armrest at the opposite end of the couch. The first thrust upwards was controlled, testing. Freddy moaned and rocked against him, pressing down.
"More..."
The resulting movement made Freddy see stars. He choked out a short exclamation of surprise and threw his head back. Their faces brushed together as Larry held him, hips rolling up, slamming inside him in a frantic rhythm. Lips sucked gently at Freddy's neck and he let out a sustained, keening whine. It was so good he could hardly think, like his brain was being rattled loose inside his skull.
"I can't, I can't..."
Breathe. Freddy's cock slapped against his stomach with each thrust; he wondered distantly if he could come without even touching himself. Deciding to test the theory, he leaned forward and grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, balancing himself with a tight grip against the edge of the cushion beneath them. He then lifted his body ever so slightly, just an inch or two above Larry's pelvis, and held steady.