[ 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.
[ To be so in tune with another person is incredible. The sensation is almost too much. The sounds of the two of them thrusting together is another assault on his senses. ]
Don't hold back on me now.
[ He knows only from the experience with Frank. From the fact that praise so easily comes from him in these moments. He knows he won't last much longer but he's stubbornly holding on, wanting to finish as closely as he can with his lover. There's an erratic edge to the other man's movements and he knows he must feel it too.
Breath hitching. Hands grasping. He'll feel it in the morning and it's just what he wants. That reminder even as they lay in bed together. ]
Oh, you're getting there, aren't you? I can feel it.
[Goddamn. This guy. Frank chuckles and can't fight the right amount of air to do anything more than pant. Of course Mikey wants more. Well that's what he's going to get. The kiss breaks and his teeth drag over his lower lip before hanging back. Faster, harder, rolling up into the cradle of Mike's hips and guiding him back on through. Nails bite into his ass and he cups the back of his neck.]
Uh-uh huh.
[Guilty. Though why would he want to hide how wonderful he feels? He doesn't channel his sexual energy any other way than this. Just here, just this way with his man in these moments they steal with one another.]
[ Wouldn't be him if he didn't goad him just a little, right? That breathless chuckle and the pant is gorgeous to hear. Mike chases after his mouth and hisses at the drag of teeth. Then he feels his pace go a little faster, harder and his back arches at the introduction of that new pace. He can feel the half-moon indentations of his nails already and one hand grips at the forearm bracing around the back of his neck like a lifeline. ]
Fuck! So good.
[ Neither of them hides what they feel with each other and this is no exception. He still meets his pace even as his own gets more erratic, cock heavy between them and he can feel it building deep in his belly. ]
Frank. [ Whispered breathlessly as he pants in shallow breaths. Nothing else but the sound of skin on skin. ] God, please.
You--you wanna come on my dick? Or do-do you wanna get stroked off too?
[Since that is where they're at. No question. Frank is holding on by nothing more than will. Mike moving on him more intensely, the energy building and electric. He clings on just as tightly as it's a hard ride to their end. And who would want it any other way?]
Gonna--just--[Those hyper sensitive skills probably know a moment before the Marine does that he's unloading. Muscles tense and he fights to keep some manner of thrusting. He buries his face against Mike's shoulder and bellows as he comes.]
[ The more of Frank he can get in that moment the better. Cock buried inside him, hands gripping at him hard enough to leave bruises later, it's intoxicating.
He can feel that he's holding back but everything has to give at some point. Mike feels it just before and the erratic thrust and shuddering aftermath as Frank cries out in pleasure. He lets his hands slide to cradle his head, stroking at the tips of his ears and over short hair. ]
[As close to together there as possible. Frank's touch lingers from his neck, down over his chest. He hesitates and breathlessly shifts to spit into his palm. Mike's cock is no doubt wet, still doesn't mean that he doesn't need that extra something. Fingers wrap around his length and he tries to keep the deep, thrusting pace that has kept him gasping.
Aside from that, he keeps his head close to his lover's body. Moving and writhing, letting himself gt lost in what feels good. No pain, no worry.]
[ He's so close already. Having Frank's spit slick hand wrap around him earns a sharp cry when he starts to stroke him. That's it, though. That was what he needed. Frank's cock twitching inside of him as he tries to keep up the thrusts, and his hand wrapped around him.
His whole body is trembling and it isn't long before he cries out in pleasure, spilling over his lover's hand. The aftershocks leave him a little shaky and his breath shudders on each exhale. He keeps his arms wrapped around his lover, the solidness of his shoulders to keep him balanced when he feels unsteady now. ]
[The stroking motion keeps going, wanting every bit that Mike can spend. They both need this release. A work way of tension and expression of their love. All that and it just feels so goddamn amazing.]
Fuck--ohhh fuck yeah.
[Seizing up and finally coming to a kind of stillness. They now can shiver and cling to one another. Frank kisses Mike's shoulder and tilts his head to his ear.]
I love you....I love what you do to me.
[Reduce him to grunts and moans, fucking himself on his cock and just--it's perfect.]
[ His breath hitches as Frank draws out everything he can. Being able to let go so completely with him is more than incredible. Sharing it is even better.
The world doesn't come back quickly for Mike's senses. No. It takes time, slowly coming back by degrees. His center of focus is still the tingling sensation all through his body and Frank. Then he says that and his heart skips a beat he's sure. ]
Say it again?
[ But before he can, he's cupping his face in his hands and kissing him. Not hurried or rushed but slow and deep. When he draws away, he's smiling. ]
[The short span of time where Mike is almost lost in the mix, Frank is right there with him. The thrust has turned back go grinding. His stroking fist eases off, the mess over his fingers and belly warm still. His broad nose nuzzles at his neck and he kisses there before touching over his face. The mess on his hand he reaches to slather on his own skin.
Mike has him like a well trained dog. Ready to speak when he's told to. The kiss is so, so damn concentrated. The drunk feeling hasn't left his head.]
[ Foreheads bump and noses too as they get their collective wits back. Half attempted kisses pepper the mix and Mike has to laugh a little, tired and happy, and let his head drop to Frank's shoulder.
Hearing him say those three little words again still earn the same flip-flop reaction. So that's what it all feels like. ]
You're amazing, you know that?
[ Not just the sex, no. Who knew that way back when this first started anything like those words would get thrown in the mix. There was hope, maybe. Not certainty. ]
[Forehead to forehead, still trying to get a full breath of air. Frank is too busy getting his share of kisses. And Mike's laugh lights up his heart and he's grinning. He kisses his cheek and holds him closer, both large arms locked around him to fit him as close as he can be.]
I guess I must be pretty good if you're sticking around.
[Still fixed together, the beautiful ache lingering.]
[ Being in each other's space alone is intoxicating, even after it all. His heart still beating just a little too fast. He can hear the grin when Frank speaks and an answering one stretches across his face. He nudges at his lover's chin with his forehead, too tired at the moment to raise his head. Give him a few. ]
I'd definitely have to agree with that.
[ They'll have to break apart eventually. Get a shower. Hopefully together, though it probably won't be conducive to the two of them getting clean. Just another excuse to get their hands on each other. ]
[Frank cups the back of his head and he nuzzles right on back. He is welcome to stay there. A solid place for him against his body. Perched here in his lap, Mike is also holding him down. A wonderful, calming weight. The nerves of his body are settling too, heart still at an accelerated pace.]
[ He plans on it. Staying right there, relaxed and sated. He can feel how it helps Frank relax as well and it's just another thing they get to share with one another. He lets his hands start to run gently over his shoulders and chest, smoothing over the skin. ]
I've missed it too. Missed you.
[ He grins again and drops a kiss to Frank's collarbone. ]
What if I told you I didn't have anywhere to be tomorrow?
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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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Don't hold back on me now.
[ He knows only from the experience with Frank. From the fact that praise so easily comes from him in these moments. He knows he won't last much longer but he's stubbornly holding on, wanting to finish as closely as he can with his lover. There's an erratic edge to the other man's movements and he knows he must feel it too.
Breath hitching. Hands grasping. He'll feel it in the morning and it's just what he wants. That reminder even as they lay in bed together. ]
Oh, you're getting there, aren't you? I can feel it.
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Uh-uh huh.
[Guilty. Though why would he want to hide how wonderful he feels? He doesn't channel his sexual energy any other way than this. Just here, just this way with his man in these moments they steal with one another.]
Not--long now. You're too fuckin' good, babe.
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Fuck! So good.
[ Neither of them hides what they feel with each other and this is no exception. He still meets his pace even as his own gets more erratic, cock heavy between them and he can feel it building deep in his belly. ]
Frank. [ Whispered breathlessly as he pants in shallow breaths. Nothing else but the sound of skin on skin. ] God, please.
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[Since that is where they're at. No question. Frank is holding on by nothing more than will. Mike moving on him more intensely, the energy building and electric. He clings on just as tightly as it's a hard ride to their end. And who would want it any other way?]
Gonna--just--[Those hyper sensitive skills probably know a moment before the Marine does that he's unloading. Muscles tense and he fights to keep some manner of thrusting. He buries his face against Mike's shoulder and bellows as he comes.]
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[ The more of Frank he can get in that moment the better. Cock buried inside him, hands gripping at him hard enough to leave bruises later, it's intoxicating.
He can feel that he's holding back but everything has to give at some point. Mike feels it just before and the erratic thrust and shuddering aftermath as Frank cries out in pleasure. He lets his hands slide to cradle his head, stroking at the tips of his ears and over short hair. ]
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[As close to together there as possible. Frank's touch lingers from his neck, down over his chest. He hesitates and breathlessly shifts to spit into his palm. Mike's cock is no doubt wet, still doesn't mean that he doesn't need that extra something. Fingers wrap around his length and he tries to keep the deep, thrusting pace that has kept him gasping.
Aside from that, he keeps his head close to his lover's body. Moving and writhing, letting himself gt lost in what feels good. No pain, no worry.]
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His whole body is trembling and it isn't long before he cries out in pleasure, spilling over his lover's hand. The aftershocks leave him a little shaky and his breath shudders on each exhale. He keeps his arms wrapped around his lover, the solidness of his shoulders to keep him balanced when he feels unsteady now. ]
So good. You're so good, Frank.
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Fuck--ohhh fuck yeah.
[Seizing up and finally coming to a kind of stillness. They now can shiver and cling to one another. Frank kisses Mike's shoulder and tilts his head to his ear.]
I love you....I love what you do to me.
[Reduce him to grunts and moans, fucking himself on his cock and just--it's perfect.]
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The world doesn't come back quickly for Mike's senses. No. It takes time, slowly coming back by degrees. His center of focus is still the tingling sensation all through his body and Frank. Then he says that and his heart skips a beat he's sure. ]
Say it again?
[ But before he can, he's cupping his face in his hands and kissing him. Not hurried or rushed but slow and deep. When he draws away, he's smiling. ]
I love you too.
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Mike has him like a well trained dog. Ready to speak when he's told to. The kiss is so, so damn concentrated. The drunk feeling hasn't left his head.]
I love you.
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Hearing him say those three little words again still earn the same flip-flop reaction. So that's what it all feels like. ]
You're amazing, you know that?
[ Not just the sex, no. Who knew that way back when this first started anything like those words would get thrown in the mix. There was hope, maybe. Not certainty. ]
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I guess I must be pretty good if you're sticking around.
[Still fixed together, the beautiful ache lingering.]
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I'd definitely have to agree with that.
[ They'll have to break apart eventually. Get a shower. Hopefully together, though it probably won't be conducive to the two of them getting clean. Just another excuse to get their hands on each other. ]
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Feels so good to be with you again.
[In every sense of the word.]
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I've missed it too. Missed you.
[ He grins again and drops a kiss to Frank's collarbone. ]
What if I told you I didn't have anywhere to be tomorrow?
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