[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.]
[ The fact that they get to steal away these moments is a wonder all on its own. No, they don't do much more than hold hands in public. They try their best not to traumatize his brother. No one needs to bear witness or anything.
They wiggle and shift and laugh their way back to where they want to be. Mike hasn't felt free enough to be like this with anyone else. It's beautiful to share it with Frank.
Clothes out of the way, it's easy for goosebumps to prickle along his exposed skin. Coupled with the touch as Frank grabs his ass for purchase so he can lean up and mouth at his skin, it earns a soft hiss of pleasure, and he cradles the back of his head with one hand. The sounds and sensations on their own would be enough to tease, but the scent of both of them, that want, in the air. ]
[Mike can feel Frank grin through the motions. He pulls his mouth away and tilts his face toward him. Handsome to behold and even more so with the whole package of his personality and spirit.]
Yeah?
[One little word and expression. It really means so very much.]
I know I told you before but you look so damn good in my lap
[ He can. It sends a little thrill through him that they can each thoroughly enjoy each other's company like this. He keeps his hand cradling the back of Frank's head, and let's his own drop down so that they are forehead to forehead, nose to nose again. ]
Plan on doing a little more than just looking good.
[ He wiggles his hips a little (two can play at teasing after all), and relishes the feel of Frank's hard cock rubbing at the cleft of his ass. He drops a kiss to the bridge of his nose, and then another on his lips. His attention is solely on Frank. ]
[Those senses of his make the playing field even. Frank feels seen, adored just the same. He grins and gasps at the way they move together now.]
Fuck, Murdock.
[That's the plan. Eventual. Impending. No rush. The build up and push and pull are all so enjoyable. The heat between them burns brightly and hot but no sign of guttering or crumbling under it's weight. One more benefit to them both being mature adults. It's not the destination, it's the journey. Rolling up and simulating sex is one more way to admire how Mike moves.]
I say that I got lube with your name on it.
[That he is fumbling for. That milk crate that doubles as a nightstand has what he's looking for the stretch has him grunt softly in frustration.]
[ Even might be pushing it a little. Frank could easily get the upper hand if this were any kind of competition. Lucky for Mike, it isn't. He feels that grin as if it were on his own face, and chuckles lowly at the gasp. ]
Getting there.
[ The fact that they can do this with no rush means they have more time to explore. To find new ways of driving each other a little crazy. Mike would be lying if he said he didn't like pushing until Frank pushes back just a little. ]
Good man.
[ But it's other moments interspersed between them. Like the frustration and fumbling. They can find amusement in it, laugh and play around with it. At this point he's really only teasing himself as well, but he rolls his hips again. ]
Not having any trouble finding it, right?
[ His tone is far too innocent for what they are getting up to. ]
[Totally not a competition. Everyone's a winner here. Frank knows it through and through. The prize is Mikey himself. This time together. The worst, as far as he knows, is over. This wonderful, sweet honeymoon phase has him feeling alive again.]
Keep up that kinda lip. Just you wait and see.
[That's an empty threat if there was one.]
Got it.
[Lube found! And he would absolutely like to put it to use but first thing he rubs the outside of the tube, trying to warm the solution before it dos it's job. Mike is already squirmy and sensitive. He doesn't need it feeling cold on him from the start. Opened and now with the runny fluid in his hand, Frank rubs it between his fingers. A little more warmth before reaching back to spread and smear the lube. In case that wasn't enough, there is a multitude of kisses at his chest to try and distract.]
[ The winning in this situation is just the time they get with one another. The proximity. The fact that he can have Frank in his arms, filling up his senses, is more than amazing. He laughs a little at the empty threat, but doesn't push more. ]
Oh yeah? I think you're full of it.
[ Who else would manage to joke that way with Frank Castle in this way? It's probably a short list. Even shorter if the intimacy between them is anything to go off of.
He hums a little when he announces that he's found it, and bites his own lip. He can hear him trying to warm up the bottle a little, and the anticipation alone is maddening when he just wants Frank's hands on him. Mike leans down to find his mouth again in the interim, impatience getting the better of him.
Leaning back when he feels Frank start to work the lube in, he gives a soft gasp, and both of his hands cup the side of Frank's head, fingers brushing at short hair when he feels those kisses as well. The warming helped a little but there's only so much a guy can do when their partner is as sensitive as Mike is. ]
[The process is gentle, slow but with purpose. Mike is sensitive. They both are worked up and wanting. He won't force his way through the tension. Feeling his body respond, clutch and tighten at the intrusion has Frank's heart pounding.]
I tried to not make it so bad this time.
[Muttered into his skin as he lifts his head again.]
Maybe we'll try warming stuff sometime.
[Hard to say though what will and won't work with Mike.]
Good so far, babe? Hmmm?
[One breaching digit gliding and spreading lube. Frank's hot breath puffs over pale, scarred Murdock skin.]
[ Mike can feel the tension in the body beneath him. His heartbeat is almost as if he can hear it pounding in his own ears in time with his. It takes him a moment to gather his wits enough to respond, face ducked along Frank's and his cheek pressed to his temple. ]
You did good, yeah.
[ He huffs it out on an exhale, and hums in agreement at the mention of warming stuff to try another time. He can't focus on thoughts bearing into the future at the moment with his present taking up so much of his focus. It's been a while between bedroom scenes for them, and impatience won't get either of them anywhere they want fast. It doesn't mean it's not frustrating. ]
It's good---oh. Mmm.
[ Feeling his body respond and stretch little by little is wonderfully maddening. Frank takes his time, and it leaves Mike panting softly as he rocks back against the intrusion. ]
[Patience will be rewarded. That's how it goes. While Frank is a hothead in combat situations, his patience here is infinite. Fucking is great, sure. Being able to wander and be lost in the process and one another is more pleasurable. In fact it's a goddamn luxury with no place to rush to. No hurry here.]
Yeah? Like that? You're so tight.
[The tension has lessened enough for him to work in a consistent pace, finger pressing and reaching further now that Mike can move with him.]
I wanna make you feel amazing.
[Frank kisses the side of his neck, stroking his bare thigh and hip.]
[ Mike is glad one of them can be patient here. It feels like he's far from it. His breath hitches a little on an inhale as the steady pace keeps in working him open. ]
Like that.
[ With the both of them moving in earnest, focused on sensations and touch it's not long before he's whispering for more. Frank's mouth on his skin, fingers stroking along bare flesh---it's not enough. ]
You already do.
[ Muttered on a hitched breath when he gets his wits about him enough to say it. It's the raw honest truth. He's never been with anyone that made him feel the way that Frank Castle does. ]
Mmmm. [Nuzzling into his skin and mouthing on one another. He is able to fit another close with the first, starting again in the easing motion. Frank moans and shivers in anticipation, still not forcing along. Mike will tell him when it's enough. And with large, rough fingers it'll be a bit more preparation.]
You--know what I mean. Besides that. With you. In you.
[Dirty but honest truth. Their mouths find one another again and he can bury other sounds that want to come out with the feeling of his lover's body warming to touch.]
[ With how close they are to each other, it feels as if that shiver through Frank is a part of him. He pants softly, sweat starting to prickle over his skin as they work each other into a frenzy. He knows what Frank means, and he wants it as well. ]
Love the way it feels. With you inside me.
[ It isn't often that he manages to get reduced to talk like that, but Frank seems to have a talent for it. Among other things. Mouths finding each other between pants for breath, more kisses, and a shift of his lover's fingers have him giving a half-muffled moan. He runs his hands over muscular shoulders, down his back and sides, gripping in spots as he goes. Finally, he reaches away, fumbling for the lube left just barely in reach.
Frank takes such care in making sure he's ready, he wants to return that, and make him feel amazing as well. ]
[Simple and real words. His lips curl at the very beginnings of dirty talk. Mike is such a good boy, if he was into it Frank would be going into greater detail about how great it is in these passionate moments. There's a time and a place. Right now the mood is heated yes, though about the honest, real connection they share.
Mike can feel him sigh at the touch of his palms. Gloves and fighting make them rough, that's fine. Frank doesn't want a soft, smooth touch. He adores the weight and texture of these hands.]
Almost, hmm?
[Enough space made to fit the hard on that won't quit.]
[ Maybe one day he'll manage to get more than a few quick comments followed by a blush or a huff in mild embarrassment. He's managed to admit that he enjoys it, but it's not among his talents that he's found. He could just need a good teacher. But these moments, honest and true between them put that thought out of his mind as quickly as it came along.
He feels Frank sigh at the touch, and smiles a little. The sounds and shivers give away what he likes, and he always enjoys finding new ways to make him feel good. To ramp it up just that little bit extra. ]
Almost.
[ He agrees. Once he has a little of the lube on his hand he can reach between them to take Frank's cock in hand, stroking down the shaft to help things along. He loves the weight of it in his hand and takes his time, down to the root and twisting a little on the upstroke, thumb over the head. ]
[A few quick comments are worth the effort. Frank knows what he means. And if he wants to hear dirty, beautiful things then Mikey is in the right place.]
Ohhh fuck. Mmmmhmmm.
[The coolness of the lube isn't as much a shock. And Mike's hand warms him up fast enough. So close to one another, so close to intercourse the ride there isn't unpleasant. Frank's kisses on his neck. Wet, enthusiastic and eager.]
I love your hands, Red.
[How they touch him, hold him in moments like this and so many, many more. In gratitude and wanting to share the new wave of pleasure his fingers curl and rock deep as he can reach.]
[ Hearing the way Frank responds to the touch of his hand has his stomach fluttering in excitement for how he'll react to what's coming. They've had plenty of fun, sure, but they haven't tried this together yet. ]
Yeah? [ Half-purred at his ear as Frank's mouth leaves messy kisses along his throat. ] Tell me how much.
[ He shudders and strokes again, slow enough with just the right amount of pressure to make his lover feel it as if it were a precursor for what is to come. A moan leaves Mike as he feels his fingers curl and rock into him. He's not sure he wants to wait any longer. ]
[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.]
[ The words coupled with the way Frank rolls his hips up for more proves it. The slight drag of teeth against his throat earns a hiss then. So much at once, almost too much, but not enough at the same time. ]
I'm sure. [ He can't help the half-laugh in response to the shaky one from Frank. The two of them, honestly. ] I'm sure.
[ Rocking down in search of more, Mike gives a soft whine when Frank fingers slide out to make room for his cock. He half-heartedly chases after the tongue sweeping at his bottom lip and leans in to kiss him again after a little nod. Mike strokes him again before shifting to where he can slowly sink down onto his cock. The first little bit isn't too much, but he has to shift his weight more to his knees as he goes, breaking away from the kiss to pant in a breath after a moment. ]
[The extreme sensitivity that Mike has means that Frank has to back pedal now and again. Just enough and too much are close together. He asks and will ask as they go. Palms smooth down his scarred back to his ass to guide him as he sets himself again.]
That's--yeah. Yeah, babe. No rush. Good and slow for now.
[Nevermind how his blood rushed. Mike can feel his pulse throb more profoundly in what he can fit of his cock. Frank is panting too. Mike gets a new series of kisses at his face.]
[ As much as Mike does and will tough out a lot of things, he's glad that Frank does that for him when he needs it. The two of them toe the line sometimes. There are definitely days when Frank has taken to driving him out of mind as his own personal mission.
Managing words at the moment seems like insanity. He chases after a couple of those kisses and focuses on breathing. Their breath, hot and heavy and mingled together is intoxicating on its own. A little patience and it will only get better. He feels that throb, and as he sinks a little lower it makes his thighs shake. ]
Oh, God.
[ It isn't like he's never blasphemous, but something about these moments seems especially so. He can't bring himself to want to take it back right then, so he puts it out of his mind for the time being. The two of them taking their time makes it seem like an eternity, but it's worth it by the time Mike his fully seated on Frank's cock. ]
Good. Ohhh yeah. [Each and every second he has a chance to speak it's encouragement. The heat and tension around him and giving away. Mike has room for him in his life, his heart, his body. And he'll be grateful until he dies.
Both palms cup his ass cheeks and knead the muscles while they are paused in motion.]
You feel so fucking amazing, holy shit.
[Frank moans against Mike's neck and waits for them both to settle to a level of comfort.]
[ His hands trail up to rest on Frank's biceps, gripping a little as he waits out his body adjusting. The encouragement helps, stomach fluttering with a warmth that has nothing to do with sex. He hopes that exertion alone covers the blush that prickles under his skin.
His hands on his ass earn a groan. After a few moments, he shifts, raising a little and sinking back down. Oh. ]
It's so good.
[ And they've barely started. It'll only get better. Once he thinks he can manage more, he lifts his hips again to try and get a good rhythm going between them. Easy does it, there's no rush. ]
[Pulling back he watches those soft focus eyes move. The way his pouty mouth parts to form words and lips part to sound off. Yeah, it's damn good for them both. Feeling the beginnings of more movement, both hands on his rump guide him through the motion. However big or small, they're in it together.]
Ohhh fuck.
[Breathing keeps Frank from losing his mind.]
I love your tight little asshole. Don't-don't do anything to ruin it.
[Like forcing his way through the needed pauses. Mike is all worked up, the flush on his face and the way his cock is jutting up between them. Starting again and Frank softly sounds out his pleasure. Solid, gliding hold just as sure as his fist had been.]
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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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They wiggle and shift and laugh their way back to where they want to be. Mike hasn't felt free enough to be like this with anyone else. It's beautiful to share it with Frank.
Clothes out of the way, it's easy for goosebumps to prickle along his exposed skin. Coupled with the touch as Frank grabs his ass for purchase so he can lean up and mouth at his skin, it earns a soft hiss of pleasure, and he cradles the back of his head with one hand. The sounds and sensations on their own would be enough to tease, but the scent of both of them, that want, in the air. ]
Oh.
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Yeah?
[One little word and expression. It really means so very much.]
I know I told you before but you look so damn good in my lap
[Feels even more so.]
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Plan on doing a little more than just looking good.
[ He wiggles his hips a little (two can play at teasing after all), and relishes the feel of Frank's hard cock rubbing at the cleft of his ass. He drops a kiss to the bridge of his nose, and then another on his lips. His attention is solely on Frank. ]
What do you say?
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Fuck, Murdock.
[That's the plan. Eventual. Impending. No rush. The build up and push and pull are all so enjoyable. The heat between them burns brightly and hot but no sign of guttering or crumbling under it's weight. One more benefit to them both being mature adults. It's not the destination, it's the journey. Rolling up and simulating sex is one more way to admire how Mike moves.]
I say that I got lube with your name on it.
[That he is fumbling for. That milk crate that doubles as a nightstand has what he's looking for the stretch has him grunt softly in frustration.]
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Getting there.
[ The fact that they can do this with no rush means they have more time to explore. To find new ways of driving each other a little crazy. Mike would be lying if he said he didn't like pushing until Frank pushes back just a little. ]
Good man.
[ But it's other moments interspersed between them. Like the frustration and fumbling. They can find amusement in it, laugh and play around with it. At this point he's really only teasing himself as well, but he rolls his hips again. ]
Not having any trouble finding it, right?
[ His tone is far too innocent for what they are getting up to. ]
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Keep up that kinda lip. Just you wait and see.
[That's an empty threat if there was one.]
Got it.
[Lube found! And he would absolutely like to put it to use but first thing he rubs the outside of the tube, trying to warm the solution before it dos it's job. Mike is already squirmy and sensitive. He doesn't need it feeling cold on him from the start. Opened and now with the runny fluid in his hand, Frank rubs it between his fingers. A little more warmth before reaching back to spread and smear the lube. In case that wasn't enough, there is a multitude of kisses at his chest to try and distract.]
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Oh yeah? I think you're full of it.
[ Who else would manage to joke that way with Frank Castle in this way? It's probably a short list. Even shorter if the intimacy between them is anything to go off of.
He hums a little when he announces that he's found it, and bites his own lip. He can hear him trying to warm up the bottle a little, and the anticipation alone is maddening when he just wants Frank's hands on him. Mike leans down to find his mouth again in the interim, impatience getting the better of him.
Leaning back when he feels Frank start to work the lube in, he gives a soft gasp, and both of his hands cup the side of Frank's head, fingers brushing at short hair when he feels those kisses as well. The warming helped a little but there's only so much a guy can do when their partner is as sensitive as Mike is. ]
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I tried to not make it so bad this time.
[Muttered into his skin as he lifts his head again.]
Maybe we'll try warming stuff sometime.
[Hard to say though what will and won't work with Mike.]
Good so far, babe? Hmmm?
[One breaching digit gliding and spreading lube. Frank's hot breath puffs over pale, scarred Murdock skin.]
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You did good, yeah.
[ He huffs it out on an exhale, and hums in agreement at the mention of warming stuff to try another time. He can't focus on thoughts bearing into the future at the moment with his present taking up so much of his focus. It's been a while between bedroom scenes for them, and impatience won't get either of them anywhere they want fast. It doesn't mean it's not frustrating. ]
It's good---oh. Mmm.
[ Feeling his body respond and stretch little by little is wonderfully maddening. Frank takes his time, and it leaves Mike panting softly as he rocks back against the intrusion. ]
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Yeah? Like that? You're so tight.
[The tension has lessened enough for him to work in a consistent pace, finger pressing and reaching further now that Mike can move with him.]
I wanna make you feel amazing.
[Frank kisses the side of his neck, stroking his bare thigh and hip.]
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Like that.
[ With the both of them moving in earnest, focused on sensations and touch it's not long before he's whispering for more. Frank's mouth on his skin, fingers stroking along bare flesh---it's not enough. ]
You already do.
[ Muttered on a hitched breath when he gets his wits about him enough to say it. It's the raw honest truth. He's never been with anyone that made him feel the way that Frank Castle does. ]
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You--know what I mean. Besides that. With you. In you.
[Dirty but honest truth. Their mouths find one another again and he can bury other sounds that want to come out with the feeling of his lover's body warming to touch.]
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Love the way it feels. With you inside me.
[ It isn't often that he manages to get reduced to talk like that, but Frank seems to have a talent for it. Among other things. Mouths finding each other between pants for breath, more kisses, and a shift of his lover's fingers have him giving a half-muffled moan. He runs his hands over muscular shoulders, down his back and sides, gripping in spots as he goes. Finally, he reaches away, fumbling for the lube left just barely in reach.
Frank takes such care in making sure he's ready, he wants to return that, and make him feel amazing as well. ]
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[Simple and real words. His lips curl at the very beginnings of dirty talk. Mike is such a good boy, if he was into it Frank would be going into greater detail about how great it is in these passionate moments. There's a time and a place. Right now the mood is heated yes, though about the honest, real connection they share.
Mike can feel him sigh at the touch of his palms. Gloves and fighting make them rough, that's fine. Frank doesn't want a soft, smooth touch. He adores the weight and texture of these hands.]
Almost, hmm?
[Enough space made to fit the hard on that won't quit.]
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He feels Frank sigh at the touch, and smiles a little. The sounds and shivers give away what he likes, and he always enjoys finding new ways to make him feel good. To ramp it up just that little bit extra. ]
Almost.
[ He agrees. Once he has a little of the lube on his hand he can reach between them to take Frank's cock in hand, stroking down the shaft to help things along. He loves the weight of it in his hand and takes his time, down to the root and twisting a little on the upstroke, thumb over the head. ]
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Ohhh fuck. Mmmmhmmm.
[The coolness of the lube isn't as much a shock. And Mike's hand warms him up fast enough. So close to one another, so close to intercourse the ride there isn't unpleasant. Frank's kisses on his neck. Wet, enthusiastic and eager.]
I love your hands, Red.
[How they touch him, hold him in moments like this and so many, many more. In gratitude and wanting to share the new wave of pleasure his fingers curl and rock deep as he can reach.]
Nothing and no one like you....
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Yeah? [ Half-purred at his ear as Frank's mouth leaves messy kisses along his throat. ] Tell me how much.
[ He shudders and strokes again, slow enough with just the right amount of pressure to make his lover feel it as if it were a precursor for what is to come. A moan leaves Mike as he feels his fingers curl and rock into him. He's not sure he wants to wait any longer. ]
Ready? I need you...
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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?
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I'm sure. [ He can't help the half-laugh in response to the shaky one from Frank. The two of them, honestly. ] I'm sure.
[ Rocking down in search of more, Mike gives a soft whine when Frank fingers slide out to make room for his cock. He half-heartedly chases after the tongue sweeping at his bottom lip and leans in to kiss him again after a little nod. Mike strokes him again before shifting to where he can slowly sink down onto his cock. The first little bit isn't too much, but he has to shift his weight more to his knees as he goes, breaking away from the kiss to pant in a breath after a moment. ]
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That's--yeah. Yeah, babe. No rush. Good and slow for now.
[Nevermind how his blood rushed. Mike can feel his pulse throb more profoundly in what he can fit of his cock. Frank is panting too. Mike gets a new series of kisses at his face.]
Jesus Christ...feels like you were made for me.
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Managing words at the moment seems like insanity. He chases after a couple of those kisses and focuses on breathing. Their breath, hot and heavy and mingled together is intoxicating on its own. A little patience and it will only get better. He feels that throb, and as he sinks a little lower it makes his thighs shake. ]
Oh, God.
[ It isn't like he's never blasphemous, but something about these moments seems especially so. He can't bring himself to want to take it back right then, so he puts it out of his mind for the time being. The two of them taking their time makes it seem like an eternity, but it's worth it by the time Mike his fully seated on Frank's cock. ]
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Both palms cup his ass cheeks and knead the muscles while they are paused in motion.]
You feel so fucking amazing, holy shit.
[Frank moans against Mike's neck and waits for them both to settle to a level of comfort.]
Talk to me, baby.
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His hands on his ass earn a groan. After a few moments, he shifts, raising a little and sinking back down. Oh. ]
It's so good.
[ And they've barely started. It'll only get better. Once he thinks he can manage more, he lifts his hips again to try and get a good rhythm going between them. Easy does it, there's no rush. ]
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Ohhh fuck.
[Breathing keeps Frank from losing his mind.]
I love your tight little asshole. Don't-don't do anything to ruin it.
[Like forcing his way through the needed pauses. Mike is all worked up, the flush on his face and the way his cock is jutting up between them. Starting again and Frank softly sounds out his pleasure. Solid, gliding hold just as sure as his fist had been.]
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