"I'm not," he panted out. "I'm not, I'm not." His weird little mantra faded as he moved with more confidence - it felt like it got easier, and the first time he felt Frank push his hips back he thought he'd lose it.
"Fuck, Frankie-- Jesus you feel so fucking good."
He kissed Frank's jaw, then pushed himself up. He could get more power this way, more control of how fast and how deep, and at what angle. He grabbed Frank's hips tightly, tried to remind himself not to bruise.
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Date: 2018-07-19 03:12 am (UTC)"Fuck, Frankie-- Jesus you feel so fucking good."
He kissed Frank's jaw, then pushed himself up. He could get more power this way, more control of how fast and how deep, and at what angle. He grabbed Frank's hips tightly, tried to remind himself not to bruise.