Date: 2018-07-24 03:09 am (UTC)
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (soft)
They sat there at the head of the bed, tangled up in each other, holding on like the world was all shook apart. It took a minute to get their breathing to calm down; Frank could feel his own, and Billy's ragged breathing, and he didn't rush either of them because there was no reason to rush.

He lifted his hands, but only ran the clean one against Billy's skin, the back of his neck and over his hair gently. He caught his mouth in a slow, lazy kiss.

There was a whisper of words in that kiss, but no sound behind them. Barely the form of the words on his lips.
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