[Funny how Mike's face just lights up and he goes from a brawling bad ass to someone unexpectedly soft and sweet. Frank is sure his own transformation of that kind is equally shocking. Not that he cares. Nope. So here they are again in his drafty apartment. He's at least taken to getting a mess of blankets. The windows are shut tight. Space heater blasting. Gotta keep his man cozy.
What matters is they're here, together.]
Traffic? [Pfft. Really does not matter any. Frank's lips are ready and has a peck for Mike's nose.]
Doing fine, better you're here.
[Which is an understatement. Love can't cure all ills, no. It can sure make the preexisting ones better.]
...No more sniffles?
[Or rather severe bout of illness that befell is swim in the Hudson.]
[ Mike can't see Frank's expression, but he can see other things. He can see the way his body heat changes. He can hear how his heart speeds up a little from it's usual beat. The fact that his partner goes out of his way to make him feel comfortable means a lot to him, and he tries his best to do the same for him when he's able.
It's an interesting balancing act, but he wouldn't have it with anyone else. ]
Oh yeah, all the other vigilantes and gymnasts vaulting home around this time. [ It's said with a grin, and he huffs at the peck to his nose. ]
Yeah? I'm doing better now that I'm here too.
[ That night had been awful, but it's quickly fading into the back of his mind. Frank had proven to his brother that he wasn't just out to do something terrible and waiting for a moment to strike. He proved he cared about Mike, and invited a possible fight into his own place by calling him over, even. ]
[All the tension in his body goes down several degrees. Frank has his own sort of hyper vigilance. That's due to the Marines and the trauma. Mike pulls out the other skills he has, making him remember to appreciate the quiet moments of just talking to another person. And the comfort the touch of a hand or a kiss can give.
Each and every contact feels like a blessing. Not that he believes in that bullshit anymore. It's the only thing he can think of to call it.]
With this city? [He shrugs. Dumb things. Funny things they can snicker at.]
Got a nice set up for us. Come on.
[The sparsely decorated apartment has two chairs and a bed. There are stacked egg crates for the nightstand. Clearly the bed is the most comfortable of places. They fought so hard for a chance to be here without conflict. There's finally space to breathe. Frank won't have to worry about crossing the wrong horn-head. And Mike won't have to fret about sneaking off.]
[ It's a novel experience to know that he's in part responsible for those degrees of relaxation that seep into Frank's body. He knows it won't all disappear, but he's glad for the little bit that does. Prayers won't bring the other man's family back to him, but that doesn't mean that Mike doesn't quietly ask that he find a little peace still. ]
Wouldn't really be that surprising at this point, huh?
[ It does earn a chuckle as he huffs softly. He and Frank have managed to earn this kind of sanctuary for themselves. It makes Mike's heart want to burst out of his chest with happiness when they can find themselves here without pressures or worries. It's easy for them to make their way to the bed, used to each other's odd steps when they refuse to break apart, and then drop down to the mattress. ]
That sounds dangerously like relaxing. Who are you and what have you done with Frank?
Nah. I wouldn't be surprised if there's an expressway for assholes in their stretchy suits and pajamas.
[His favorite pajama wearing weirdo is accounted for. That is a big contributing factor to the cut in his typically high levels of tension.
The bed is the best place here. Frank doesn't have much by way of a couch, okay. And laying beside this man and holding onto him like the life line that he has become is what's on the agenda.]
I dunno. He's been sorta lost, you know?
[Forcing a smile down here so he can press a kiss to Mikey's jawline, his neck.]
Will you help me look? Gotta be around here somewhere.
[ Mike is happy to be where he's at. It's been difficult recovering after the dip into the Hudson, and the graze to his shoulder. It's helped having both Frank and his brother there. Balancing the rest has been more hard. Especially when only Frank and Elektra know that there are two of them, and not just one.
The fact that Frank makes due with what he has and it's enough for both of them is such a novel thing. It warms his heart in ways he didn't think possible. Small, stolen moments and such simple things to share. ]
Lost, huh? That doesn't sound so good.
[ The kisses earn a soft, content noise, and he shifts his face to find his man's mouth again. It's slow and lazy, and couldn't be more perfect. ]
I think I can help with that. Where should I start?
[ Shifting so that he can trail his hands down over his chest, around one hip, and tease at the skin under his shirt. ]
Oh sure. How do you explain the way you move so well in em. I mean, if they're so uncomfortable.
[Teasing, just teasing. Frank kisses his temple and cheek. No reason to pull away or want to. This time is just for them. He stays close and is happily pulled into more kissing. Again more tension just...leaves. Mike can charm him in ways no one would imagine or expect. The Punisher and the Devil of Hell's Kitchen make a pair.]
Start wherever, I trust you.
[Mike (and Matt) are the more lawful ones. They could turn him in. Do the city a favor. And they don't. They haven't. Frank is free. And this attraction has given him more reasons to stay in New York than to leave. He pulls Mike up against his body.]
Necessity. Anyways, it's got more protection than what I used to go out in. Those might have been closer to actual pajamas.
[ Yeah, Frank's crazy horn-head used to run around the city in dark street clothes more or less. Just to beat up the criminal underbelly of New York City. His heart does a little flip in his chest hearing I trust you cause yes it's kind of in jest in the moment, but it's also very, very true. ]
Yes. [ Mike answers, and reaches for the hem of Frank's shirt to tug it off of him. The less in the way the better. He tosses the shirt in another direction, and gets distracted kissing Frank again while reaching for the hem of his own. ]
[Yeah, like that matters. It doesn't. Frank laughs into their kiss and pulls at Mike's shirt. They have to part ways long enough for it to be pulled up from his face. He stays close and resumes the moment the cotton stretches over his head, like it was a brief, necessary break.
Street clothes are easy to peel away. That's one thing he's grateful for. The red suit keeps this man's body less scarred and bruised than without it. Shirtless means touching over his shoulders and chest, it's a map of successes and failures the same as Frank's.]
Cute? [ Questioned with a laugh. Only Frank Castle would think that the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was cute in the outfit that's become synonymous with fisticuffs in the dead of night. ] That's what you're going with?
[ He huffs out a sigh when they have to pull away to get more clothing out of the way. He can feel his hair stick up oddly, but he doesn't care when Frank is back in his space, mouth over his. There's a few fresh bruises, but nothing much more. He's been slowly dipping back into patrols after the docks.
The last two nights were the first ones in a while that he felt back to his usual self out there. Mike's hands slide over Frank's body, lingering over old scars he already knows, and feels the heat from bruising of new areas. His touch is more gentle there.
He thinks to go ahead and get their pants out of the way, but honestly he'd rather just enjoy the proximity a little while longer. After all the talk of things that Mike missed out on during his younger years, it's got him thinking. Sex is great, but there hasn't honestly been an overabundance of lead up and make out sessions with anyone. He and Frank get distracted too easy.
He wants to draw this out a little. Which is why he gauges the room, sensing where the bed is at and gives enough of a push to put Frank on his ass on the mattress. The grin on his face is more than a little cocky, but he swiftly makes his way over to straddle his man's lap, knees on either side of his thighs. ]
[Indignant and defiant look good on those Murdock features. To the eye, Matthew and Michael are identical--save for freckles and scars--Frank can tell the difference. His little prod would have been more dynamic on Matt. Mike gets puffed up in his own way, humored and totally dismissive of the notion that he can be an intimidating figure as well as very, very handsome.
Fresh bruises or old wounds, the touch of his searching hands is just what Frank wants and needs. The weight of his body in his lap, that's the cherry on top. They haven't quite had the chance to play since that run in some weeks ago. The scare from the docks had a necessary break. Making out is good, more than good. For being such a pious church boy, Mike's kiss is truly special.]
Comfy?
[How could he not be? Frank rubs down his strong back until he opts to smooth over his straddling thighs.]
[ He's not often the one that wears them, but he can make it look good when it counts. Mike was never one to really take into account all the ways he heard people saying how attractive certain things about he and his brother are. As for intimidating? Maybe in court or going toe to toe with opposing counsel and shitty cops, but the Murdock boys aren't super intimidating usually.
Another pass of hands over fresh bruises. He cants his head and hums in affirmative to Frank's question. ]
This is much better, yeah. [ A gentle tap above a bruise on his bicep. ] Having fun without me?
[ Not like he's invited Frank over to his rooftops and alleys lately. They'll get back to it. ]
I'll stay as long as you want me to.
[ The next kiss ends with a gentle bite and tug of teeth. A puff of air as he laughs. ]
[Don't think that Frank hasn't noticed the near bashful way that Mike reacts. Every compliment is off the cuff. The Marine is not what most people would consider affectionate or soft. There are places still in his personality that are, those places are for Mike. Opening up to him and remembering that he can be himself with the other man has only made their relationship stronger.]
...oh, I wouldn't call it fun. What we do together that's fun. This? [He shrugs the bruised shoulder.] More like work.
[The job to be done and the trash to take out. From their the lines diverge in missions.]
Then it looks like you are not moving at all.
[A playful growl escapes as he cups the back of Mike's head and lets his mouth wander over his neck and shoulder. Mostly kisses. Some bites. Never enough to bruise his skin. The man is like a peach.]
[ This kind of attention was never really something he was the focus of when it came to the two of them. Not until Frank. Getting the chance to experience the man he was before losing what he did? That's a gift. One he doesn't treat indelicately. ]
That's a very good point. Work seems to be keeping us both busy. [ Mike's more than Frank's, maybe. After all, he still has case work outside of the nights spent on patrol and with the Marine. ]
Oh, I'm not, am I?
[ It's half-challenge, but he makes no move to get out of the other man's grip. He shivers at the kisses, and the bites, however light, earn a gasp. His hand slides up, away from the bruised spot, and toward the back of Frank's neck, scratching at the nape with blunt nails. He ducks his head and drags his mouth along his neck, stopping to suck at the skin, teeth worrying lightly. ]
[It's a gift to find a person that makes you recall the better parts of your nature. Frank reminds Mike that he's his own person, a person with needs and wants. That person is not only worth knowing but coming to the foreground. He's got no interest in the dramatic switching identity game that the Murdock boys play at. He is only interested in Mike as he is. ]
I don't wanna think about work right now. I wanna think about you---us.
[Fuck if the feeling of teeth and nails doesn't get him. Frank rolls his hips up into Mike. Even without keen senses he could likely feel him hard beneath him.]
[ When they first met, and even in some of the times after, Mike never would have imagined they would end up meaning as much as they do to each other now. The opportunity he gives Frank to be the man he used to be that he thought lost, and Mike the opportunity to be just himself. It means more than he thinks he can sometimes put to words. ]
Then think about us.
[ It's said in a lower tone, just shy of a purr at Frank's ear. That roll of hips up earns a wanting noise out of him, and the fact that he can feel him hard already makes him almost want to ditch the make out plan. It doesn't help that his body is responding in kind to his man. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ He draws Frank's face back to his own, kissing him slowly. A quick nip at his bottom lip followed by the swipe of a tongue to smooth away any possible sting. Then it's right back to slow, heated kisses. ]
[Circumstance, cupid's bow or destiny, who the hell knows. Frank just knows it feels right. Life isn't a long crawl to demise. There's light and goodness. Isn't that what Mike's been preaching anyway?
They're lip to lip again. His breath catches and he is well and truly thinking of nothing and no one in this moment. What a gift. What a talent. Frank doesn't need to ask to know that Mike is riding the same wavelength.]
I wanna know who the hell you think you are to kiss like that.
[Spoken like a man that is enjoying every moment of it. Nose to nose, Frank's big, wide and busted thing to Mike's.]
[ There is light and goodness available. Mike does preach it, but he at least tries not to sound too preachy when he's at it. Talk is cheap. He's more than happy to show him.
There's a little of that bashful heat to his cheeks when Frank asks that, but it could easily be mistaken for an in the moment kind of deal. Frank knows better though. Nose to nose, he can talk with him again, and sneak brief kisses between words. ]
The guy you said wasn't going anywhere. Guess you got yourself into this, huh?
[ Not that either of them are complaining in the slightest. He ducks his head down to Frank's throat again, nosing over the skin, dropping a kiss along his pulse point, and then sucking a mark into the skin there. Retaliation for the question? Never. ]
[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.]
[ The two of them together. Nothing but them. The rest of the world outside doesn't matter in the slightest. In fact, the world outside is easier to filter out for Mike when he's here with his man like this.
His beginning of a trail of hickeys along Frank's skin is interrupted with the roll of hips. It earns a sigh, and his hips roll to find that friction again. His hands trail down over the other man's chest, stopping to trace over muscles and thumbs over nipples. He'd be lying if exploring Frank was not one of his favorite things to do in recent history. ]
[A small low noise sounds in his throat. They don't have to rush to anything. This lazy trend of movement and kisses is a wonderful divergence from the typical. Frank doesn't need to try and release Mike any time soon for an appointment. And Mike doesn't need to worry about getting caught after a set curfew. Just them. Just contact.
Goosebumps lift on his skin at these touches. The careful movement of his calloused finger tips making his nipples harden too. Frank leans to kiss at Mike's jaw, his throat and Adam's apple. Careful nip and drag of teeth.]
[ Their normal isn't bad. Maybe a little hurried at times. Less finesse and all. This, though? Mike could definitely get used to this. Skin to skin. Heat. Friction. Touch.
He feels the response of Frank's body as his hands move over and it earns a grin. His head tilts as his man's mouth moves over his jaw and throat, the drag of teeth earning a hitch of breath and a groan. ]
Mmm, I think I want you laying down.
[ For emphasis he pushes gently at Frank's shoulders to urge him back. ]
And I want the rest of our clothes out of the way.
[The chance to take time to spoil one another is what makes this special. The freedom to that they don't have to hide or be at odds with Matt. Mike is cute when he's so focused on sensation. It's a little like he's in a haze or distracted. Frank rolls his hips up again, cotton to cotton.]
I can do that, yeah.
[Laying down and his hands rubbing up over Mike's thighs.]
Shirt down. Pants gotta go.
[Except that means they gotta move. Frank smirks like a smug son of a bitch.]
You too.
[So they can both enjoy the full contact of skin. Whether they fuck or keep on kissing and rubbing up on one another, it's all wonderful.]
[ And here Mike thought that it was just date nights that they got to spoil each other. The freedom they have here with each other makes each moment all the more special. More to cherish. Caught up in the touch he isn't prepared for that next roll of his partner's hips and it makes his breath hitch. ]
Good.
[ Oh, but breaking away is the hard part. It doesn't stop the moments of leaning in for more touch. More kisses. Any contact at all, skin to skin. Having to shift away to get rid of the rest of his clothes is a torture on his own when all he wants is to be wrapped up in the other man's arms.
Soon enough, though, he's urging them both just a little further up the bed to make use of the pillows, and sliding to straddle Frank's waist again. ]
[Doesn't have to be a date. It can be any old time. Though politeness lends itself so that they don't neck out in public. Or get too, too cozy in front of Matt.
Frank smirks into their kisses. One after the other. Lingering and he still strokes over Mike's scarred, beautiful skin as they wiggle out of the rest of their clothes.]
Much, much better.
[Full body contact. And straddling he can clutch the tight muscles of Mike's ass as he leans up to kiss at his chest. More than a little suction because he can. The feeling and the sound of his lips smacking and sucking in the mostly quiet room is meant to tease his senses.]
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What matters is they're here, together.]
Traffic? [Pfft. Really does not matter any. Frank's lips are ready and has a peck for Mike's nose.]
Doing fine, better you're here.
[Which is an understatement. Love can't cure all ills, no. It can sure make the preexisting ones better.]
...No more sniffles?
[Or rather severe bout of illness that befell is swim in the Hudson.]
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It's an interesting balancing act, but he wouldn't have it with anyone else. ]
Oh yeah, all the other vigilantes and gymnasts vaulting home around this time. [ It's said with a grin, and he huffs at the peck to his nose. ]
Yeah? I'm doing better now that I'm here too.
[ That night had been awful, but it's quickly fading into the back of his mind. Frank had proven to his brother that he wasn't just out to do something terrible and waiting for a moment to strike. He proved he cared about Mike, and invited a possible fight into his own place by calling him over, even. ]
Nope. Not one, thanks to you.
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Each and every contact feels like a blessing. Not that he believes in that bullshit anymore. It's the only thing he can think of to call it.]
With this city? [He shrugs. Dumb things. Funny things they can snicker at.]
Got a nice set up for us. Come on.
[The sparsely decorated apartment has two chairs and a bed. There are stacked egg crates for the nightstand. Clearly the bed is the most comfortable of places. They fought so hard for a chance to be here without conflict. There's finally space to breathe. Frank won't have to worry about crossing the wrong horn-head. And Mike won't have to fret about sneaking off.]
Let's take a load off.
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Wouldn't really be that surprising at this point, huh?
[ It does earn a chuckle as he huffs softly. He and Frank have managed to earn this kind of sanctuary for themselves. It makes Mike's heart want to burst out of his chest with happiness when they can find themselves here without pressures or worries. It's easy for them to make their way to the bed, used to each other's odd steps when they refuse to break apart, and then drop down to the mattress. ]
That sounds dangerously like relaxing. Who are you and what have you done with Frank?
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[His favorite pajama wearing weirdo is accounted for. That is a big contributing factor to the cut in his typically high levels of tension.
The bed is the best place here. Frank doesn't have much by way of a couch, okay. And laying beside this man and holding onto him like the life line that he has become is what's on the agenda.]
I dunno. He's been sorta lost, you know?
[Forcing a smile down here so he can press a kiss to Mikey's jawline, his neck.]
Will you help me look? Gotta be around here somewhere.
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[ Mike is happy to be where he's at. It's been difficult recovering after the dip into the Hudson, and the graze to his shoulder. It's helped having both Frank and his brother there. Balancing the rest has been more hard. Especially when only Frank and Elektra know that there are two of them, and not just one.
The fact that Frank makes due with what he has and it's enough for both of them is such a novel thing. It warms his heart in ways he didn't think possible. Small, stolen moments and such simple things to share. ]
Lost, huh? That doesn't sound so good.
[ The kisses earn a soft, content noise, and he shifts his face to find his man's mouth again. It's slow and lazy, and couldn't be more perfect. ]
I think I can help with that. Where should I start?
[ Shifting so that he can trail his hands down over his chest, around one hip, and tease at the skin under his shirt. ]
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[Teasing, just teasing. Frank kisses his temple and cheek. No reason to pull away or want to. This time is just for them. He stays close and is happily pulled into more kissing. Again more tension just...leaves. Mike can charm him in ways no one would imagine or expect. The Punisher and the Devil of Hell's Kitchen make a pair.]
Start wherever, I trust you.
[Mike (and Matt) are the more lawful ones. They could turn him in. Do the city a favor. And they don't. They haven't. Frank is free. And this attraction has given him more reasons to stay in New York than to leave. He pulls Mike up against his body.]
...though being naked is a good idea. Right?
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[ Yeah, Frank's crazy horn-head used to run around the city in dark street clothes more or less. Just to beat up the criminal underbelly of New York City. His heart does a little flip in his chest hearing I trust you cause yes it's kind of in jest in the moment, but it's also very, very true. ]
Yes. [ Mike answers, and reaches for the hem of Frank's shirt to tug it off of him. The less in the way the better. He tosses the shirt in another direction, and gets distracted kissing Frank again while reaching for the hem of his own. ]
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[Yeah, like that matters. It doesn't. Frank laughs into their kiss and pulls at Mike's shirt. They have to part ways long enough for it to be pulled up from his face. He stays close and resumes the moment the cotton stretches over his head, like it was a brief, necessary break.
Street clothes are easy to peel away. That's one thing he's grateful for. The red suit keeps this man's body less scarred and bruised than without it. Shirtless means touching over his shoulders and chest, it's a map of successes and failures the same as Frank's.]
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[ He huffs out a sigh when they have to pull away to get more clothing out of the way. He can feel his hair stick up oddly, but he doesn't care when Frank is back in his space, mouth over his. There's a few fresh bruises, but nothing much more. He's been slowly dipping back into patrols after the docks.
The last two nights were the first ones in a while that he felt back to his usual self out there. Mike's hands slide over Frank's body, lingering over old scars he already knows, and feels the heat from bruising of new areas. His touch is more gentle there.
He thinks to go ahead and get their pants out of the way, but honestly he'd rather just enjoy the proximity a little while longer. After all the talk of things that Mike missed out on during his younger years, it's got him thinking. Sex is great, but there hasn't honestly been an overabundance of lead up and make out sessions with anyone. He and Frank get distracted too easy.
He wants to draw this out a little. Which is why he gauges the room, sensing where the bed is at and gives enough of a push to put Frank on his ass on the mattress. The grin on his face is more than a little cocky, but he swiftly makes his way over to straddle his man's lap, knees on either side of his thighs. ]
Mmm, that's better.
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Fresh bruises or old wounds, the touch of his searching hands is just what Frank wants and needs. The weight of his body in his lap, that's the cherry on top. They haven't quite had the chance to play since that run in some weeks ago. The scare from the docks had a necessary break. Making out is good, more than good. For being such a pious church boy, Mike's kiss is truly special.]
Comfy?
[How could he not be? Frank rubs down his strong back until he opts to smooth over his straddling thighs.]
Look good here, Murdock. Stay awhile, hmm?
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Another pass of hands over fresh bruises. He cants his head and hums in affirmative to Frank's question. ]
This is much better, yeah. [ A gentle tap above a bruise on his bicep. ] Having fun without me?
[ Not like he's invited Frank over to his rooftops and alleys lately. They'll get back to it. ]
I'll stay as long as you want me to.
[ The next kiss ends with a gentle bite and tug of teeth. A puff of air as he laughs. ]
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...oh, I wouldn't call it fun. What we do together that's fun. This? [He shrugs the bruised shoulder.] More like work.
[The job to be done and the trash to take out. From their the lines diverge in missions.]
Then it looks like you are not moving at all.
[A playful growl escapes as he cups the back of Mike's head and lets his mouth wander over his neck and shoulder. Mostly kisses. Some bites. Never enough to bruise his skin. The man is like a peach.]
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That's a very good point. Work seems to be keeping us both busy. [ Mike's more than Frank's, maybe. After all, he still has case work outside of the nights spent on patrol and with the Marine. ]
Oh, I'm not, am I?
[ It's half-challenge, but he makes no move to get out of the other man's grip. He shivers at the kisses, and the bites, however light, earn a gasp. His hand slides up, away from the bruised spot, and toward the back of Frank's neck, scratching at the nape with blunt nails. He ducks his head and drags his mouth along his neck, stopping to suck at the skin, teeth worrying lightly. ]
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I don't wanna think about work right now. I wanna think about you---us.
[Fuck if the feeling of teeth and nails doesn't get him. Frank rolls his hips up into Mike. Even without keen senses he could likely feel him hard beneath him.]
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Then think about us.
[ It's said in a lower tone, just shy of a purr at Frank's ear. That roll of hips up earns a wanting noise out of him, and the fact that he can feel him hard already makes him almost want to ditch the make out plan. It doesn't help that his body is responding in kind to his man. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ He draws Frank's face back to his own, kissing him slowly. A quick nip at his bottom lip followed by the swipe of a tongue to smooth away any possible sting. Then it's right back to slow, heated kisses. ]
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They're lip to lip again. His breath catches and he is well and truly thinking of nothing and no one in this moment. What a gift. What a talent. Frank doesn't need to ask to know that Mike is riding the same wavelength.]
I wanna know who the hell you think you are to kiss like that.
[Spoken like a man that is enjoying every moment of it. Nose to nose, Frank's big, wide and busted thing to Mike's.]
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There's a little of that bashful heat to his cheeks when Frank asks that, but it could easily be mistaken for an in the moment kind of deal. Frank knows better though. Nose to nose, he can talk with him again, and sneak brief kisses between words. ]
The guy you said wasn't going anywhere. Guess you got yourself into this, huh?
[ Not that either of them are complaining in the slightest. He ducks his head down to Frank's throat again, nosing over the skin, dropping a kiss along his pulse point, and then sucking a mark into the skin there. Retaliation for the question? Never. ]
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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.]
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[ The two of them together. Nothing but them. The rest of the world outside doesn't matter in the slightest. In fact, the world outside is easier to filter out for Mike when he's here with his man like this.
His beginning of a trail of hickeys along Frank's skin is interrupted with the roll of hips. It earns a sigh, and his hips roll to find that friction again. His hands trail down over the other man's chest, stopping to trace over muscles and thumbs over nipples. He'd be lying if exploring Frank was not one of his favorite things to do in recent history. ]
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Goosebumps lift on his skin at these touches. The careful movement of his calloused finger tips making his nipples harden too. Frank leans to kiss at Mike's jaw, his throat and Adam's apple. Careful nip and drag of teeth.]
Wanna lay down?
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He feels the response of Frank's body as his hands move over and it earns a grin. His head tilts as his man's mouth moves over his jaw and throat, the drag of teeth earning a hitch of breath and a groan. ]
Mmm, I think I want you laying down.
[ For emphasis he pushes gently at Frank's shoulders to urge him back. ]
And I want the rest of our clothes out of the way.
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I can do that, yeah.
[Laying down and his hands rubbing up over Mike's thighs.]
Shirt down. Pants gotta go.
[Except that means they gotta move. Frank smirks like a smug son of a bitch.]
You too.
[So they can both enjoy the full contact of skin. Whether they fuck or keep on kissing and rubbing up on one another, it's all wonderful.]
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Good.
[ Oh, but breaking away is the hard part. It doesn't stop the moments of leaning in for more touch. More kisses. Any contact at all, skin to skin. Having to shift away to get rid of the rest of his clothes is a torture on his own when all he wants is to be wrapped up in the other man's arms.
Soon enough, though, he's urging them both just a little further up the bed to make use of the pillows, and sliding to straddle Frank's waist again. ]
Much better.
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Frank smirks into their kisses. One after the other. Lingering and he still strokes over Mike's scarred, beautiful skin as they wiggle out of the rest of their clothes.]
Much, much better.
[Full body contact. And straddling he can clutch the tight muscles of Mike's ass as he leans up to kiss at his chest. More than a little suction because he can. The feeling and the sound of his lips smacking and sucking in the mostly quiet room is meant to tease his senses.]
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