Blonde reaches over for Orange's hand, prying it from White easily to make him rub his chest and stomach. It's a short distance from his now fully raised erection but small steps, small steps. It doesn't take long for Orange to feel over Blonde's body on his own. His fingertips fall into each dip of muscle, through the hairs at his navel, up to a nipple that he doesn't squeeze but rubs nonetheless, back down across Blonde's belt buckle, then right around his dick. Without hesitation Orange jerks on him at a pace to match the way he's sucking on White.
"Mm," Blonde rumbles in pleasure. He goes as far as closing his eyes but only after he makes sure Eddie's still jerking off too. Yes. Good.
Orange gives one look at Blonde then he's back to looking up at White, expression almost shamed for giving another man a handjob while he's got his main man's cock in his mouth. But Freddy's always wanted to do this, he's masturbated to groups of men fucking each other in the bathroom, by the pool, in a van, on the bed. To have White inside him somehow is still his favorite part. Believe him.
White can tell Orange doesn't want to upset him and fuck is that endearing or what? He's got him the sweetest kid an old fuck like himself could ever ask for. But White can't let these other guys see it, he's got some street credibility to uphold. He knows Orange'll understand that the way Larry changes his grip from supporting the kid's head to gripping the side of his face and his shirt collar isn't punishment. Hell he helped pick out the shirt he's wearing, the whole damn ensemble, because Orange doesn't know what exists outside of tank tops, jeans, and leather. Right away the tune changes from Orange giving White a blowjob to White fucking Orange's face. Its immediate effect is Orange tightening his grip on White's pants and Blonde's dick.
"Shit," Blonde hisses. He opens his eyes again and wets his lips to the sight of Orange getting his face plowed yet carefully enough to not disrupt his hair too much. "Don't you fucking pop," he says to Eddie who slows down his own handiwork like he's fucking trained, though that doesn't stop him from flashing some resentment at Vic. Except the truth of the matter is--and Vic Vega knows this--Eddie gets off so fucking much on him calling the shots. "Get Mr. Orange out,"
Eddie doesn't nod but he takes his hands off to prop himself on his knees. Orange is too busy choking on White to see it but he looks determined not to let the youngest of them all sit back and play a fucking pillow queen. He works Orange's fly down and reaches in to pull his already stiff one out. Well fuck his height doesn't reflect his size and the guy's uncircumcised, he probably thinks he's a goddamn unicorn. Eddie runs his hands along Orange's thighs and the only thing keeping him from squeezing the young man too hard is his pants feel soft and comfortable.
"His tie--stays on...I'm not letting you..turn him into that poor fuck," White nods at Eddie.
I fucking resent that, Eddie thinks but voices only a 'hrrrm.'
Really White has no plans to fuck the brat either because it'd be like banging his least favorite nephew. It's almost enough to kill his erection. Thankfully the kid knows how to use his mouth, throat open and lips tight.
"Sure, Mr. White," Blonde grunts, "tell you what. Orange, get up."
Orange doesn't budge an inch until White lets him know it's okay to do it. Blonde might be calling the shots but his first priority is Larry Dimick and it's Larry Dimick who's running Freddy's show. Those big hands of his let go of his now wrinkled collar to pull his face back off, gently. He guides the kid up onto his feet only to pull his shirt tails out of his pants and sneak his hands up along his chest. Shit Orange looks fucking classy, classy and dangerous, like you want to watch your back around a guy like him, deceptive in his youth. Larry loves the way the fabric stretches across his hands too, outlining his knuckles' silhouette in premium cotton blend. It's fun shopping with the kid.
"Ah. Kiss me," Orange says, finally speaking up but instead of waiting for an answer he pulls White in by the knot of his tie for a deep kiss steeped in Chesterfields, Marlboros, and dick. White's response is equally enthusiastic.
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"Mm," Blonde rumbles in pleasure. He goes as far as closing his eyes but only after he makes sure Eddie's still jerking off too. Yes. Good.
Orange gives one look at Blonde then he's back to looking up at White, expression almost shamed for giving another man a handjob while he's got his main man's cock in his mouth. But Freddy's always wanted to do this, he's masturbated to groups of men fucking each other in the bathroom, by the pool, in a van, on the bed. To have White inside him somehow is still his favorite part. Believe him.
White can tell Orange doesn't want to upset him and fuck is that endearing or what? He's got him the sweetest kid an old fuck like himself could ever ask for. But White can't let these other guys see it, he's got some street credibility to uphold. He knows Orange'll understand that the way Larry changes his grip from supporting the kid's head to gripping the side of his face and his shirt collar isn't punishment. Hell he helped pick out the shirt he's wearing, the whole damn ensemble, because Orange doesn't know what exists outside of tank tops, jeans, and leather. Right away the tune changes from Orange giving White a blowjob to White fucking Orange's face. Its immediate effect is Orange tightening his grip on White's pants and Blonde's dick.
"Shit," Blonde hisses. He opens his eyes again and wets his lips to the sight of Orange getting his face plowed yet carefully enough to not disrupt his hair too much. "Don't you fucking pop," he says to Eddie who slows down his own handiwork like he's fucking trained, though that doesn't stop him from flashing some resentment at Vic. Except the truth of the matter is--and Vic Vega knows this--Eddie gets off so fucking much on him calling the shots. "Get Mr. Orange out,"
Eddie doesn't nod but he takes his hands off to prop himself on his knees. Orange is too busy choking on White to see it but he looks determined not to let the youngest of them all sit back and play a fucking pillow queen. He works Orange's fly down and reaches in to pull his already stiff one out. Well fuck his height doesn't reflect his size and the guy's uncircumcised, he probably thinks he's a goddamn unicorn. Eddie runs his hands along Orange's thighs and the only thing keeping him from squeezing the young man too hard is his pants feel soft and comfortable.
"His tie--stays on...I'm not letting you..turn him into that poor fuck," White nods at Eddie.
I fucking resent that, Eddie thinks but voices only a 'hrrrm.'
Really White has no plans to fuck the brat either because it'd be like banging his least favorite nephew. It's almost enough to kill his erection. Thankfully the kid knows how to use his mouth, throat open and lips tight.
"Sure, Mr. White," Blonde grunts, "tell you what. Orange, get up."
Orange doesn't budge an inch until White lets him know it's okay to do it. Blonde might be calling the shots but his first priority is Larry Dimick and it's Larry Dimick who's running Freddy's show. Those big hands of his let go of his now wrinkled collar to pull his face back off, gently. He guides the kid up onto his feet only to pull his shirt tails out of his pants and sneak his hands up along his chest. Shit Orange looks fucking classy, classy and dangerous, like you want to watch your back around a guy like him, deceptive in his youth. Larry loves the way the fabric stretches across his hands too, outlining his knuckles' silhouette in premium cotton blend. It's fun shopping with the kid.
"Ah. Kiss me," Orange says, finally speaking up but instead of waiting for an answer he pulls White in by the knot of his tie for a deep kiss steeped in Chesterfields, Marlboros, and dick. White's response is equally enthusiastic.