[Soft, perfect cushion of his lips. And they're not split this time. All the better to feel them speak and press to them. Frank happy sighs out through his nose. His fingers card through Mike's short hair at the back of his scalp. The other hand strokes down his muscled back.
Hickeys are a lot like bruises in color. The delivery is so, so much better. He rolls his hips again, enjoying the friction and heat.]
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[Soft, perfect cushion of his lips. And they're not split this time. All the better to feel them speak and press to them. Frank happy sighs out through his nose. His fingers card through Mike's short hair at the back of his scalp. The other hand strokes down his muscled back.
Hickeys are a lot like bruises in color. The delivery is so, so much better. He rolls his hips again, enjoying the friction and heat.]