[Enough for him to roll up into his fist searching for more. Their actions mirror one another, fitting to create a proxy. Frank's teeth drag at Mike's collar bone.]
I-I can feel it, babe.
[Or at least feel the sudden mutual, desperate want for more. He lets out a shakey, almost laughing sigh. A guy outs his hand on your dick and you lose your goddamn sense of which way is up.]
Y'sure?
[He lets up on the searching pace of his fingers, muscles no longer tense and the motion a smoother glide. Frank's cock is wider. And Mike is a tough son of a bitch that doesn't know when to quit. He lifts his head so that they're face to face again, his tongue slipping over Mike's lower lip.]
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[Enough for him to roll up into his fist searching for more. Their actions mirror one another, fitting to create a proxy. Frank's teeth drag at Mike's collar bone.]
I-I can feel it, babe.
[Or at least feel the sudden mutual, desperate want for more. He lets out a shakey, almost laughing sigh. A guy outs his hand on your dick and you lose your goddamn sense of which way is up.]
Y'sure?
[He lets up on the searching pace of his fingers, muscles no longer tense and the motion a smoother glide. Frank's cock is wider. And Mike is a tough son of a bitch that doesn't know when to quit. He lifts his head so that they're face to face again, his tongue slipping over Mike's lower lip.]
Nice and slow, okay?