[The short span of time where Mike is almost lost in the mix, Frank is right there with him. The thrust has turned back go grinding. His stroking fist eases off, the mess over his fingers and belly warm still. His broad nose nuzzles at his neck and he kisses there before touching over his face. The mess on his hand he reaches to slather on his own skin.
Mike has him like a well trained dog. Ready to speak when he's told to. The kiss is so, so damn concentrated. The drunk feeling hasn't left his head.]
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Mike has him like a well trained dog. Ready to speak when he's told to. The kiss is so, so damn concentrated. The drunk feeling hasn't left his head.]
I love you.