[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.]
[ Larger hands on him to guide his movements just makes it feel all the more intense. Another pause as he gathers his wits and just tries to focus on breathing. He laughs a little at the comment. ]
Doing my best here. Difficult with what you're carrying around.
[ The time since they were last together to now is a bit longer than other pauses. That dip in the Hudson was bound to put a damper on things, though. Now they get to take their time and catch up. A hell of a way to catch up. ]
Mmm, oh. Come on, want to feel you. Move, Frank. It's ok.
[ They'll find the right pace together. They usually do. ]
[With time. With help. The laughter peppers the moment with sunshine. That's what he is. The horns and the brooding fool people. Not Frank. He gives his mouth a peck.]
Okay, okay.
[No sign of discomfort and keeping still is going to drive him up the wall. Frank rolls his hips in time with the slow, carefully shallow movements.]
That's more like it. Mmmmhmmmm.
[Working together, push and pull. Already they were panting, the focus on movement and connection makes the whole room and whole city outside fade to nothing.]
[ The laughter does brighten the small, dingy apartment. It lightens something in Frank as well. The way his heartbeat changes, not only with exertion but with the emotion as well. The fact that Mike gets to witness this will never fail to amaze him. ]
Yeah, like that.
[ That roll of his hips is incredible. It accents the little movements until they find a good pace and balance between them. His only attention is on Frank, his body, the way he feels under his hands and inside of him. The way both of them are gasping for breath. ]
Just like---yes.
[ Finding the right balance in that push and pull for himself, hands slide up to balance on Frank's shoulders. He finds the right leverage to help his movements along. ]
[Sure will. Oh and some of that stubborn streak that he's got. Frank smiles and lets his gaze wander over Mike. Muscles of his arms and the strong width of his chest. The only thing that makes him look even better is the sweat they're working up together.]
Fuck yeah. [More pressure and the brunt of resistance is gone. No one person is the driving force. Every time Frank rolls his hips, Mike is there to meet him. Freely palming the muscles of his ass with one hand, the other goes to smooth on up his back.]
[ He would argue that point but he's a little distracted. Mostly by the fact of the heat and sweat between them. It messes with the swirling vision of the world that he has and instead he uses his other senses to focus. This time it is touch as he lets one hand trail along his neck and jaw to feel the way his cheek stretches with a smile. Fingers brush over his bottom lip, thumb catching a bit of stubble at the other man's chin. ]
Jesus! [ A hitched gasp of pleasure at a roll of Frank's hips that hits deep and right where he needs it. It makes the muscles around his cock clench the friction is delicious. With each sensation ramping up the others, it's hard to focus enough to talk Mike can't bring himself to care all that much as long as he can have Frank's body this close to his own. ]
[Distraction looks good on Mike. Usually hes focused. Frank can tell by the way his brow knits, the set of his jaw. Right now he's swept away. It's breathtaking. He lets his tongue dart out to greet that touch.
Feeling an seeing that reaction, he has to go and try that same place again. Competitive nature and the total want to please his lover. The constricting result gets a low moan in his gut.]
Yeah? Again. C'mon.
[Goading him and making his intentions clear. Frank closes the distance between them again to throw another distraction at Mike. A kiss as they rut together.]
[ It feels good. To just have his focus solidly on one person. One task. One set of sensations. He grins a little at the tongue, but before any comment can be made he feels him thrust for that same spot again.
It earns another sound of pleasure as a fine tremble starts through taut muscles. ]
Again. Y--yes.
[ He meets the next thrust, panting softly before their mouths slide together again to muffle a moan. He licks his way into his mouth and lets his tongue slide against Frank's. The hand that had been along his face sliding over a muscled shoulder. ]
[Just the two of them. Though right now with the fluidity of thrusting, might as well be one person. The bedding rumples, the bed shifts. There is a soft, wet sound of their bodies meeting. Frank can't get over the simple, wonderful sound of Mike audibly breathing. The moans and other cries are good too. And words? Words are a gift.]
You're so good, babe.
[And he has to know it. Their tongues slide and mouths barely have the chance to shut. Wanton and fucking great that way. Frank's gut clenches and the pressure is building. Mike's the one walking the tightrope of sensation, trying not to topple over. It makes it all the more thrilling to try and chase after him that way. They both are happily lost in the process. Now they know how to aim. Just gotta succeed.
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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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Doing my best here. Difficult with what you're carrying around.
[ The time since they were last together to now is a bit longer than other pauses. That dip in the Hudson was bound to put a damper on things, though. Now they get to take their time and catch up. A hell of a way to catch up. ]
Mmm, oh. Come on, want to feel you. Move, Frank. It's ok.
[ They'll find the right pace together. They usually do. ]
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[With time. With help. The laughter peppers the moment with sunshine. That's what he is. The horns and the brooding fool people. Not Frank. He gives his mouth a peck.]
Okay, okay.
[No sign of discomfort and keeping still is going to drive him up the wall. Frank rolls his hips in time with the slow, carefully shallow movements.]
That's more like it. Mmmmhmmmm.
[Working together, push and pull. Already they were panting, the focus on movement and connection makes the whole room and whole city outside fade to nothing.]
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[ The laughter does brighten the small, dingy apartment. It lightens something in Frank as well. The way his heartbeat changes, not only with exertion but with the emotion as well. The fact that Mike gets to witness this will never fail to amaze him. ]
Yeah, like that.
[ That roll of his hips is incredible. It accents the little movements until they find a good pace and balance between them. His only attention is on Frank, his body, the way he feels under his hands and inside of him. The way both of them are gasping for breath. ]
Just like---yes.
[ Finding the right balance in that push and pull for himself, hands slide up to balance on Frank's shoulders. He finds the right leverage to help his movements along. ]
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[Sure will. Oh and some of that stubborn streak that he's got. Frank smiles and lets his gaze wander over Mike. Muscles of his arms and the strong width of his chest. The only thing that makes him look even better is the sweat they're working up together.]
Fuck yeah. [More pressure and the brunt of resistance is gone. No one person is the driving force. Every time Frank rolls his hips, Mike is there to meet him. Freely palming the muscles of his ass with one hand, the other goes to smooth on up his back.]
Haven't--lost your touch, Murdock. Fuck!
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Jesus! [ A hitched gasp of pleasure at a roll of Frank's hips that hits deep and right where he needs it. It makes the muscles around his cock clench the friction is delicious. With each sensation ramping up the others, it's hard to focus enough to talk Mike can't bring himself to care all that much as long as he can have Frank's body this close to his own. ]
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Feeling an seeing that reaction, he has to go and try that same place again. Competitive nature and the total want to please his lover. The constricting result gets a low moan in his gut.]
Yeah? Again. C'mon.
[Goading him and making his intentions clear. Frank closes the distance between them again to throw another distraction at Mike. A kiss as they rut together.]
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It earns another sound of pleasure as a fine tremble starts through taut muscles. ]
Again. Y--yes.
[ He meets the next thrust, panting softly before their mouths slide together again to muffle a moan. He licks his way into his mouth and lets his tongue slide against Frank's. The hand that had been along his face sliding over a muscled shoulder. ]
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You're so good, babe.
[And he has to know it. Their tongues slide and mouths barely have the chance to shut. Wanton and fucking great that way. Frank's gut clenches and the pressure is building. Mike's the one walking the tightrope of sensation, trying not to topple over. It makes it all the more thrilling to try and chase after him that way. They both are happily lost in the process. Now they know how to aim. Just gotta succeed.
No pain. No worry. Just them.]
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