Larry Laffer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
loungelizard) wrote2019-10-08 07:05 pm
loungelizard) wrote2019-10-08 07:05 pm
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But he's not going to argue Ford's point as being almost as good. He doesn't feel like getting into bad fights is the trophy he wants to claim over bad sex. It's supposed to be that Ford is the fighter and Larry is the lover. It's like peanut butter and jelly, baby.
"Oh, uh..."
Larry taps on the corner of his desk for a moment as he tries to get his brain to change tracks.
"You always look like you're having such a good time with it. I just...want to understand it better, I guess?"
Look, he's always appreciated a hole that allows him to put his dick in it, but even Larry knows that there's more to it than gyrations and being "good at it" involves a lot more than feedback (and demands) given on the fly.
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"Do I?"
It's not as though he can see how he looks, after all, and it's not really in his nature to consciously try and put on a show. It's just, like with most things, Ford wears a lot more of himself on his sleeve than he realizes. That's as true during sex as any other time.
"... I admit I've never given serious thought to it."
But the fact remains he does have a preference, one that he's pretty vocal about, and there has to be a reason. Doesn't there? Now that the thought's been put in his head he's going to chew on it until he comes to some sort of answer, because he can't just not overthink something as ridiculous as why he likes having stuff up his ass as much as he does.
"It does feel different. In more than the literal sense. There's a certain feeling of, uh, accomplishment I suppose you could say that I don't experience with other acts." He grimaces. "That sounds stupid now that I've said it out loud."
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"No, no," Larry assures him. "That makes perfect sense..."
He's been there. He's been on the other, non-business end of toys that would make most people go pale just looking at them. Ford's desire to push himself is more than abundantly clear on the nights they're feeling more playfully kinky than usual.
"...most of the time."
Larry lifts up an arm to hold his upper arm horizontal as he points down to his crotch.
"Won't be winning any awards for taking this bad boy--but he still drives you crazy! Hehehe."
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"No, that's true. In that case the accomplishment comes more from the way that you react." More specifically, the consistent positive feedback. He thrives on it and that, too, he probably wears on his sleeve more than he really intends. "There's more than one way to measure a job well done."
It's not purely that, of course. There's a deeper layer there. But he doesn't entirely know how to say 'I crave those moments where I can turn my brain off and stop thinking about anything except what's immediately happening, and when I don't have a partner to focus on, something huge up my ass is the next best thing'. He got a little close to it a long time ago when he said that he liked to be fucked hard enough to forget his times table, but that can be played off as a joke. Nothing serious. Certainly not indicative of anything deeper.
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It doesn't really come as much of a surprise. They frequently fall on the same wavelength unintentionally, and this just happens to be one of them.
"Good to know!" he chirps contentedly. This is all the information he wanted, right? "I'll keep it in mind," he says, turning back to his computer and finally getting to play some of that game.
A couple days later, it's too hot to have the windows open. Everything's shut up tight and the air conditioner is chugging to try to keep things comfortable, but it also means that it's blowing directly on Larry while he works...and that's why he's swaddled himself in blankets despite it being near 100 outside.
He's so close. He's so close to release. Just these handful of bugs left and he can release it into the world and they can start making money off of it. He's equal parts impatient and overly cautious. It kind of sucks having to be your own client.
Larry yawns as he waits for yet another progress bar to fill, the conversation from a few days ago nowhere near his brain in this moment.
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He doesn't always know the best way to address an issue. In fact he's at the point where he expects that his first instinct for solving a problem is just as likely to get him in trouble. He's also learned that with Larry, it pays to to follow that first instinct because 'absurd and inadvisable' is sort of the name of the game where they're both concerned. When he sees that Larry's a point where his progress is at the mercy of a progress bar, he senses it's his opportunity to butt in.
"Do you have a moment to look something over for me?"
He plops a stack of papers onto the desk before Larry can actually answer. The top paper in the stack seems to be a title page, but this isn't a script for another comic to add to the library. Instead the page reads:
Dr. Stanford F. Pines, PhD12
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"Yea--oh!"
He gives the packet of papers a surprised stare as it practically instantly manifests before him. "Is this something you want to publish?" he asks, as he leans over to pick it up--without having read the title yet.
When he does, he gives it a thoughtful pause.
"Hmm..."
He starts carefully reading through it.
For most of it, he has no idea that Ford is referring to Larry as the "case study" for "previous negative experiences" until enough of the little details add up in his mind about three-quarters of the way through. He continues through it, because heck, he's come this far already...and he does get a kick out of all of these graphs and figures that are, when not informative, hilarious and cheeky.
When he finishes reading it, Larry closes the packet of papers and puts them back on his desk. He looks up at Ford with a smile on his face.
"Well, it seems like you have a pretty solid foundation. Buuuuut... I think you need more, eh, scientific and quantifiable evidence to support your claim."
He giggles.