theprettymarine | [voice test]

Like so many things with Billy, this was easier than it had been with any other guy he’d ever messed around with, and that made him insistent. He groaned softly around him, bobbed his head, squeezed his hips. He didn’t want Billy to come just yet, but he wanted to feel him. He wanted him to feel good.

He took his hands off just long enough to shove his own jeans down, to let his cock out so he could tease a little but.

God, he wanted to come. He was almost ready to beg for it, but he knew what Frank wanted and he wanted to give it to him. "You're killing me, Frank," he breathed.

He had to push Frank's head back before long, because if he didn't he was going to lose it. "You're getting too fucking good at that, man." Billy looked down, grinning when he saw Frank's dick out. "C'mon, time to get out of those pants."

He leaned down to grab the legs of Frank's jeans; he tried to yank them down and knock Frank back in one go.

“I was good at it before we met,” Frank assured, grinning. He tumbled and wiggled out of his jeans, and then sort of sprawled there, at a momentary loss.

He grabbed his jeans, before they got too far, and fished out his wallet and the condom that Maria had sent him off with. It seemed stupid to be holding it now. He stared somewhere around Billy’s shoulder, blush creeping up his neck.

"Yeah well you've been getting in a lot of fuckin' practice since then, huh?" Billy smirked and shoved his own jeans and shots down past his knees so he could get them off. It wasn't the first time they'd been naked in front of each other, but he still fucking appreciated how good Frank looked. In his bed.

A softer grin tugged the corner of his mouth when he saw the condom. He eased onto the bed and leaned over Frank to kiss him. He saw that blush, and he could only guess.

"That fuckin' Maria sending her blessings?"

All he could do was nod wordlessly, eyes roaming over Billy now, like that might be safer. If he could just take him all in, then he’d get over this flight of nerves, just as bad if not worse than the nerves he’d had the first time he’d had sex with Maria. Frank pushed the condom into Billy’s hand and leaned in toward him for a moment.

He breathed, or at least tried. “How’re we doin’ this?”

It was easier to ask than How do you want me, which was what Frank really meant.

"I got you, man." He nudged close and kissed him again.

Billy grinned and leaned forward a bit so he could grab the lube he had on one of the shelves behind the bed. He left the condom off to the side, in easy reach so he didn't have to look for it when he needed it.

"I'll flip you over when I'm ready," he quipped, eyes dark with want and a fucking smirk on his face. "But I need some revenge first."

He thought for a moment, then eased off the bed and onto the floor. He grabbed Frank's leg to coax him to the edge of the bed. "C'mere." As soon as Frank was close enough, Billy leaned down to guide his dick into his mouth. He moaned quietly, because he'd been thinking about it since Frank showed up at the fucking bar.

It thrilled in Frank for a moment, and made him frel a little stupid and hapless to be so easy and overcome just by the words. He felt like such a goddamn obvious virgin, all of a sudden. But that was okay. He trusted this moment, and that Billy would be good to him.

What a sissy fucking thing to think.

He scooted right up to the edge of the bed and spread his legs to accommodate Billy’s shoulders, breathing already sharp and heavy, cock dripping. If Billy had been thinking about this since the bar, Frank had as well, if not since he left his apartment.

He ran his knuckles gently against Billy’s cheek.

Billy indulged himself for a minute, because Frank had a nice fucking cock. He bobbed his had lazily and managed to get the lube uncapped. He didn't have to look to get his fingers slick, or to know where they were going.

It was easy to sink into this, even as his fingers teased against Frank's hole. He couldn't believe this was actually fucking happening. He didn't want to fuck it up, he wanted Frank to feel good.

Frank leaned back on his elbows, head tilted back as he enjoyed the feeling of it. He didn't want to come like this, any more than Billy had wanted to come from Frank doing it, but it was a good, familiar indulgence between them at this point. And it distracted him from the slick-cool touch of Billy's fingers, made sure he didn't get nervous about that. It was hard to be nervous with Billy's mouth on him the way that it was.

He cupped the back of his head and fucked up into Billy's mouth, gently. He liked the noises that Billy made when he got a little messy.

Billy went slow with the first finger, because that kind of seemed like the thing to do. Just in case. He wasn't letting his brain go too far on that point, and it was easy to stall the thought out as Frank's dick slid over his tongue.

He moaned, though, because he fucking wanted it - he wanted Frank. He popped his mouth off to catch his breath, took over stroking with his free hand as he rested his head against Frank's thigh.

"Fuck, man. I'm a fucking wreck for you."

"Jesus," Frank breathed. "You're a wreck?"

He rolled his hips a little bit, seeking more of the touch. More of any touch, really. Billy's hand on his cock was familiar, and the intrusion of his finger was new but it didn't feel as strange as he thought it might.

"C'mon," he murmured. "C'mon, Bill."

Billy grinned and bit Frank's thigh. "Don't fuckin' rush me, Marine."

Still, when he was pretty sure Frank was ready for it, he eased in another finger. He licked Frank's dick, teased him a little as he tried to work him open. He didn't know what the fuck Frank got up to before the Marines, but he was pretty fucking sure he hadn't been fucking anyone except Maria, and him, and they'd never gone quite this far.

"Fuck, Frankie."

Frank didn't think they were rushing at all. It felt like a drag, like he was being tortured. He shifted and put one heel up on the edge of the bed, lowering himself a little further onto the bed.

"Tease," he accused, sharp, momentarily whining. He'd said earlier that he couldn't call Billy that, but it felt true in the moment. He tried to fuck himself back against Billy's fingers.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed when he felt Frank fucking back on him. "You fuckin--" He fucked Frank just like that, loving the way he felt.

Billy eased back, slid his fingers free and smacked Frank's thigh. "Roll over, man. Get-- get higher on the bed. It'd fuckin' suck if we end up on the floor."

He was breathless, fucking aching as he followed Frank up. Billy fumbled for the condom so he could get the foil open and get it on. He had plenty here, but he sure as fuck was going to use Maria's permission slip the first time out.

Frank did. He rolled over and moved up the bed, and sprawled a little, turning his head to watch Billy. Just lying there was torture, a delicious almost-friction with every breath. He lifted his hips up a bit, just so he wasn't tempted to rub up against the blankets like a horny teenager.

He was a horny teenager, but that was beside the point.

Billy moved up behind him, enjoying the fucking view for a second. He slicked his dick before he tossed the lube aside.

He looked so fucking good. Billy prayed he wasn't about to make a poor fucking showing, ready as he felt to just pop. He slid his hand over Frank's back as he reached down to guide himself, to tease his cock against Frank's ass.

"You ready, Frankie?"

"I swear to Christ, William Russo," Frank said, face pressed into the mattress. He rolled his hips back against that slick, teasing touch. Now, he was glad to be on hands and knees, to have his face hidden. He was pretty sure he was making a goddamn face as Billy teased him.

He pressed back insistently, seeking. "C'mon. C'mon, Bill. God, please."

Billy laughed, startled by the use of his full name. "You really wanna make me think of a nun scolding me right now, Frankie? Fuck, you sound so fucking good."

He'd heard Frank beg before, but this? This was going to sear into his brain. Billy bit his lip as he pushed in, slow. He was into a lot of things, but he didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially not Frank.

"Holy fuck-- Fuck you feel good."

"Oh, fuck," Frank breathed as Billy really started to sink in. He was thicker than just his fingers, which seemed obvious as the fact sank in. Of course he was. Thicker, and longer, and Frank squeezed around him for a minute before he relaxed.

He shifted his legs a little, hips up a bit higher, to get more of him. "Fuck, baby."

Billy tried to remember to breathe. He stilled when he felt Frank get tense, and as soon as he relaxed, he moved again. "You're so fucking good, Frank. Holy shit."

Finally, he settled deep, pressed up against Frank as much as he could be. He sank down over him, kissed across his shoulders, then back of his neck.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck-- you okay?"

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"Yeah," Frank breathed. He turned his head, reached back and grabbed at Billy, wherever he could reach. This was the downside, he supposed. He wanted to kiss him. It was good to just feel him over top of him, the kisses across his shoulders and neck.

"Yeah, 'm good. God, you feel...fuckin' amazing." A tiny laugh snuck out of him. "C'mon, baby. C'mon. You feel so fuckin' good."

Billy caught Frank's hand with his own. He don't know what fucking possessed him, but he kissed Frank's fingers, trying to be reassuring or something before he let go again. He thought, maybe, he should go slow but Frank was egging him on, and it was hard to resist.

He adjusted his position a little before he moved, slow at first. Fucking luxuriating, because he'd dreamed of this and now it was real. Billy leaned low, planting his hand against the bed. He couldn't get quite as much power behind his hips like this but it still felt really fucking good - it was a good way to start, and it let him kiss and bite along Frank's neck.

He was careful, though. Maria said he could fuck her husband, not that he could mark him up.

Everything was slow at first, this building heat and rhythm. Maybe they should have tried getting off before all this, so everything didn't feel a little tight and desperate and on edge. Or maybe that was just him, already straining on that edge and thinking about what the mess would be like.

"Fuck, Bill," he breathed, and again, and again, with each move and scrape of teeth. He reached to touch him wherever he could. "Don't stop."

"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.

Frank tucked his head down briefly as Billy leaned up, as he grabbed his hips like that. He brought a hand down and covered Billy's fingers, squeezing.

"C'mon," he breathed. He shifted, just a little, and swore as the angle got suddenly spectacular. "Oh, shit. Shit, Bill, fuck."

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