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Sometimes Larry works himself too hard. Buck is down to fuck, he's got an idea for a quick pick me up and likes his chances. Figures it can't be /too/ hard to get Larry worked up when you're 7-foot-1 inches of hulking space cowboy muscle. Yeehaw baby. He decides to shoot his shot and braces for a passive-agressive insult at best; a couple days in the doghouse at worst. Lucky boy strikes gold and catches Larry on a good day, catches him looking after a bit of suggestion.

At present, Larry is getting fucked raw, nearing what looks to be the final stages of a quick one. He's being held lifted off his feet, back flush against Buck's naked body. Buck stands leaning back slightly, resting some of Larry's weight on his chest. Larry screams between bouts of spoilt-bitch giggling, giddy at both the thought and the feeling of a big strong man giving it to him up his ass, fucking him right, working him good.

Buck likes seeing Larry squirm held tight in his arms, dribbling all down his dick. Noisy fucker. He's putting it on thick today too. This damn robot will swear up and down he ain't no size queen - but the praises he's giving strokes big boy's already swollen ego. It's got Buck grinning like a dope, and he plants a tiny kiss wherever idk but it tastes a lil rusty... Buck's mind drifts back to the fuckening at hand, snapping out of lizard brain autothrust mode as Larry frantically reaches up searching for some hold while yelping like a baby seal just got dropkicked. Amongst the noise between them, Buck hears Larry cry out his name. He fucks deeper and harder. Holds him tighter, holds him down firm, oo shitt o damn he love to feel babygirl squirm.