Fuck yes, I love this prompt

Freddy wouldn't want to be anywhere else than where he is now, naked and currently sitting in Mr. White's lap, squirming, panting, and rubbing himself rhythmically on that hot clothed bulge. White is fully dressed, black tailored trousers still buttoned closed and his matching black jacket open for Freddy to trace his hands along the hard planes of chest and stomach underneath the smooth crisp white shirt.

Freddy contrastingly is stark naked, lithe muscles and creamy skin all exposed. He can feel goosebumps along his bare back and neck. The rest of his body feels electric, Mr. White - Larry's- hands are gripping him hard and fast, squeezing and gripping him all over. It makes Freddy breathe faster and moan loader into their kisses.

He figures the kind of obscene picture they must be making right about now. He's used to hot skin on skin, slick sweat and precum getting everywhere. But this, this is different. He feels on display, he feels so vulnerable. Larry loves it, and he would be lying if he said he didn't love it too. He can feel everything, the cold air on his body, the hairs sticking up on end, Larry's clothes rubbing against his hard nipples and sensitized skin, feeling the muted heat underneath the fabric.

And Larry's hands, oh god his hands.

Large, calloused hands tracing every inch of his body. Right now he's got one hand wrapped around the back of Freddy's neck, keeping his head in place while he frenches him like nobody's business. The other hand has trailed down his spine, and lower, cupping him between his ass cheeks in a possessive grip. His fingers barely graze his hole and Freddy almost loses it again. He can't call him Larry, fuck.

"Mr. White", he whimpers, kissing him back harder, arching his spine and rocking his ass into the older man's grip even harder for more.

He's always been loud during sex, he's barely holding back by a thread. One slip of the tongue and he could ruin everything. He can't even think straight long enough to remember how dangerous this actually is.

Larry puts a hand on his shoulder and pushes him back, pulling away from the kiss and causing Freddy to let out a sound of displeasure. Larry leaves his hand there, and his usual brandy color eyes are now blown black and he trails his gaze down Freddy's shivering body.

He looks calm and collected, but Freddy can see that there's a quiet fire in his gaze, he looks ravenous, that's what it is. Freddy shivers under his intense gaze, his whole body on display right now for him. He's harder than a rock, leaking precum all over Larry's white shirt.

"So fucking beautiful" Larry growls out appreciatively. It shoots straight to Freddy's cock. He hasn't even been touched there once.

"Shit, White. Fucking touch me. Fuck me, please" Freddy pleads. Larry leans down to Freddy's chest and trails his tongue lightly against one of nipples. "Fuck..."

He can tell White is slowly losing control too, he can see the sweat forming on his neck, he already had to loosen his tie a few moments ago. The erection pressing up against Freddy's ass is hot and insistent. He just hopes he'll give in soon because he's about to lose his mind.

"You have no idea what you do to me, kid" Larry says before closing his teeth around his nipple and tweaking the other one with his hand. Freddy's bites back a moan and fails, eyes squeezing shut.

I have no idea?, Freddy thinks incredulously. He is seconds from coming without even being touched and this guy thinks Freddy is the special one.

"Show me. Come on" he rasps out, boldly grabbing Larry through his trousers. He hears a deep guttural moan against his neck. A hand comes down to stop him and Freddy whimpers. He takes White's hand and brings it to his mouth, licking and sucking on his fingers while he stares into Larry's predatory gaze.

Somehow, just seeing the way Larry looks at him makes him come undone more than his actual touching. He doesn't know what it is but he'd rather not think about it too deeply before he regrets it. He doesn't know what kind of face he's making right now but it seems to be affecting Larry a lot. His brows are drawn together and his mouth is parted, breathing heavily.

Freddy continues to grind against him desperately, craving- needing more contact, more of Larry. His legs are quivering around firm hard thighs underneath him. he pulls Larry's fingers out and makes a messy show of sticking his tongue out and licking each and every finger.

"Fucking slut", Larry chokes out.

His hand is gone and he soon feels those spit slick fingers against his hole. He lets out an embarrassing cry as soon as they make contact. Larry's other hand grabs of of his ass cheeks to spread his hole further before plunging two fingers inside his hole.

Freddy almost shoots straight off Larry's lap. His back arches and tenses, staying ramrod straight. He can't breathe. His head is tilted back, mouth wide open. He thinks he's going to come right then and there, just a little more...!

"Say my name"

What? Freddy's head snaps down to face Larry, eyes wide from shock and pleasure respectively.

"What?" he asks, finally realizing he didn't actually speak out loud.

"My name. Fuck. I can't take these fucking rules." Larry grounds out, shaking his head. "I don't want you to call me 'Mr. White' either, for fucks sake".

Freddy would be following much more easily if Larry hadn't kept fingering him as he spoke. His mouth trembled as he felt those thick fingers pressing into him, making him stretch around them. he was hardly containing his whimpers.

"A-are you sure..?" If there's even a small chance that he can call out Larry's name without any inhibitions, he wants to take it.

"I’m sure, kid. Name's Larry. Pleased to meet ya." Larry grins softly, as if he doesn't currently have two fingers buried inside Freddy's ass. Oh god. How does he do it? He shouldn't be allowed to look so sweet.

"Larry." The name falls out of his mouth breathlessly. A rush of guilt and relief ripples through him. “Larry!” Freddy chokes out again as Larry slowly adds a third finger. He grips Larry’s shoulders tightly while he rocks against the three thick fingers inside of him.
At the sound of his name, Larry’s eyes darken even further and the intensity of his gaze returns.

Freddy’s bangs are in his face, mouth hanging open. He looks back at the man before him while his ass gets reamed. He moans and feels unable to look away.

He licks his lips as he rocks his hips, practically riding his fingers. Every brush of Larry’s clothes against his skin makes him one step closer to spending himself everywhere. The course fabric of the guy’s trousers rubs the sensitive area between his legs so deliciously, he moans again.

“You are a fucking sight, you know that? Touch yourself,” Larry groans.
Freddy immediately reaches down to stroke himself while Larry takes over and thrusts his fingers in and out rapidly.

“Larry! Fuck, please!” He cries out pathetically. He’s an incoherent, moaning mess at this point and he can’t even think to care.

“You really want me to fuck you?”

Freddy’s hand is a blur on his cock as he strokes himself frantically, he keeps his legs wide open on Larry’s lap.

“Yes, Larry,” he gasps “want you to fuck me so badly, please” he wraps one of his hands around the nape of Larry’s neck and kisses him desperately. It’s wet, and hot, and sloppy, and Larry kisses him back with matched enthusiasm. He feels like he’s being consumed.

Larry’s fingers slow down and the thrusts become more purposeful, careful. They spread and probe and twist inside his hole. It makes it harder for Freddy to breathe through his nose during the kiss.

Suddenly, the pads of Larry’s fingers brush his prostate and every inch of his body tightens.

“Larry!” he shouts brokenly. His eyes squeeze shut as Larry hits that spot over, and over. Freddy can’t stop the moans and cries that fall out of his mouth embarrassingly unfiltered. Jolts of electricity run up and down his spine and his whole body is pulled taught against him. His legs clench around Larry’s thighs, toes curling, his back arches dramatically. "Larry, it feels so g-good, hn!"

Freddy briefly remembers how he wanted to cum with Larry’s cock inside him but he doesn’t think he will last one second longer. He’s got a hand fisted in Larry’s white shirt, the other hand back on his cock.

He tries to tell Larry he’s coming but he can’t breathe, can’t speak. His eyes widen and he chokes on his words before he releases a long keening cry and comes so hard that he sees spots. All while Larry watches.

"Fuck, kid."

He shoots all over himself and Larry’s clean white shirt and then slumps heavily against him, panting hard. He’s hardly got the energy to open his eyes, let alone lift his head to look at the man who totally wrecked him. It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts again.

“Fuck…” he breathes. He feels a rumbling chuckle beneath him.

Author's Note: OMG there are still people here yayy!! That makes me so happy guys. and OP, I'm so glad I can fill your prompt, I hope you enjoy it ;D

I loved this sooo much! I know it’s been about over 5 years or so, but I enjoyed this very much and I hope someday you come back to write a third part <3 Thanks for writing this and for sharing! Creamsicle is still going strong in 2021 :’)