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[theprettymarine]

Billy didn't know how to name the feeling he had when Frank married Maria. He was happy for his friend, for both of them. He did everything a best man was supposed to do, and then some, because he would be damned if Frank didn't have a decent wedding, even if it was a rush job. Because Maria was pregnant. But Frank was happy and that was what mattered.

But something did shift in him as he watched his friend take his vows. No one sticks around. Maybe that wasn't totally fair - Frank was his brother, they were Marines, and they would share things that no one else did, and that was okay. He didn't need anything else from Frank. He didn't deserve anything else.

They had some leave before their first deployment, which was how Frank managed to get married at all. And after Frank resurfaced from his brief honeymoon, Billy was happy to meet him for drinks.

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[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank tilted into that kiss. He squeezed at him, fingers rough, aggressive even. He didn't want to let go of Billy, of this moment, of the gravity and realness of all of this. He rolled his hips as they kissed, and it was good. Yes, he was ready to go again. It wasn't hard with Billy Russo on top of him.

He teased a finger down the cleft of Billy's ass as they kissed, an almost nervous touch.

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck, Frankie," he breathed against his mouth as Frank's hands gripped and grabbed. It was insane how much he liked it, and how much he realized after Frank got confident enough to get grabby.

Jesus.

"Need a guidebook, Marine?" He was kind of teasing but also a little serious. They'd never gone this far, Frank just confessed to never fucking another guy, so--

Billy sat up a little so he could make sure the lube was close and grabbed a string of condoms from one of the shelves over his bed.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank glanced and saw the string of condoms. "Jesus," he breathed, laughing softly. He snatched them away from Billy and laughed some more, draping them across his chest.

It was better like this, of course, but Frank's only other experience being inside someone was bare. He didn't say anything about it, because that sounded stupid as hell, and the condoms were right there, and the lube was in Billy's hand.

He took that from him too, and slicked up his fingers. "Maybe just some encouraging words."

[theprettymarine]

"I got plans, man." Billy just grinned. Honestly, if Frank brought up barebacking, he probably would've let him do it. But Maria sent him here with a condom and Billy figured he should just-- he should keep that going. She trusted him in all this, so he wasn't going to fuck that up. Especially since he doubted that Frank would lie if his wife actually asked about it.

"Encouraging words, huh?" He leaned down and got another kiss; he left the lube by Frank's hand. "Like, how much I've thought about having your dick in me? What it'd feel like, how you fuck?"

[onebatch_twobatch]

Those certainly were some encouraging words, heat sinking directly to his cock. He was almost entirely hard now. It was a good time just to rub up against Billy, and he would have been happy to just do that.

He rubbed his finger, slick and slow, against Billy's hole. It was a slow, gentle thing to ease his finger in, a cautious gesture. He'd at least seen this in porn before. He knew a little bit about this.

"Yeah, you been thinking about how I fuck?"

[theprettymarine]

Billy bit his lip as Frank pushed his finger in, slow and careful. Then he grinned and gave a lazy rock of his hips. "Yeah, Frankie. Yeah, I've been thinking about it since-- shit. Probably since the first time I saw your dick in the shower, man."

He moved a little on top of Frank, just to make the angle easier. "Definitely after the first time you fucked my mouth."

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Jesus," Frank breathed, because his cock twitched and ached and he blushed a little bit. He didn't know how to talk filth like this, even though he sort of wished that he did right now.

He moved his finger as best he could. The angle didn't seem right. But also, he didn't want to give up the view. He didn't want to give up the weight of him. Frank slid his free hand up Billy's side, up his chest, to his neck. His thumb pressed at Billy's chin insistently, lengthening his lines a little.

"God, you look good."

[theprettymarine]

Billy tipped his head back at the push of Frank's thumb, and it killed him how much he liked Frank looking at him. He wet his lips; it'd be easier if he leaned down, but that meant changing his position.

He leaned forward more, braced himself against the shelves behind the bed so that he didn't compromise Frank's view too much. But it made it easier to ride back on his finger some.

"Gimme more, Frankie. C'mon," he breathed.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank eased in a second finger. It was slower than how Billy had treated him, but probably because he didn't really know what he was doing. He worked slow, but steady, and leaned in to kiss Billy's throat, down to his shoulder, scraping teeth.

"That's it," he murmured against Billy's skin. This close, without looking at Billy, it was easier to make the words come. "That's it, baby. Attaboy."

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck, Frank," he sighed as teeth grazed his skin. He lolled his head down and kept his hips moving after the second finger eased in, stretching him. He wanted to keep encouraging him, and this was the only way he could think to do it. His cock already ached.

"You can-- you can mark me up, man. If you want."

Unlike Frank, Billy didn't have to worry about who else was gonna see, or if they would care.

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Don't tell me that," Frank murmured against Billy's throat, smiling against his skin. If he was allowed to do it now, he might not be good and behave himself later, when they could get in trouble for being found with marks on their skin, or would generally be under scrutiny. "God, you've got no idea how much I wanna mark you up, baby. Wanna leave you all rough."

Slowly, very slowly now, he nudged with a third finger. He was thicker than Billy. They might need the extra stretch.

[theprettymarine]

"C'mon," he urged, breath catching as the third finger pushed in. "Fuck."

Billy arched his back, because it felt good and he knew it'd look good for Frank. "Don't stop, don't fuckin' stop, man." His hips stuttered a little, he managed to let Frank's fingers sink in all the way this time before he tried moving again.

"We're gonna have to be more careful when we ship out," he mumbled, already sounding dazed. "Do it, Frankie. Gimme shit to remember this."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank swore against Billy's skin. He shivered and scraped his teeth again, and then shifted his hand from Billy's throat up to his lips, tracing the line of them, pressing fingers past his teeth and down against his tongue.

He bit into the meat between Billy's neck and shoulder, rocking his fingers in and out of him, feeling the way he was easing open. He sucked at the spot, working a bruise up, even as he kept his fingers in Billy's mouth.

[theprettymarine]

He opened his mouth for Frank's fingers, moaned as they slid over his tongue. Holy shit. He didn't think he could get harder, but he fucking was. He sucked on Frank's fingers, maybe got a little sloppy about it.

And then Frank bit his neck and Billy almost fucking crumpled on top of him. "Oh fuck," he gasped out, and he nearly fucking choked on Frank's fingers. He tried to focus on those, and he fucking whimpered as he tried to fuck harder onto Frank's fingers. Holy fuck.

He tried to grab Frank's hair, not to stop him but to hold the fuck on.

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Attaboy," Frank breathed against Billy's skin, kissing the mark he'd made. His cock throbbed impatiently. He shifted a little, ground up against him. He didn't want to ease his fingers out of Billy's mouth because it felt good to have him sucking on him like that, but he was pretty sure he'd need that hand in a second here.

"You ready? You want me in you yet, baby?"

[theprettymarine]

Billy slid off Frank's fingers, because he needed to breathe. "Yeah," he gasped out. His mouth was slick and soft as he grinned. "Yeah-- yeah I want your cock, Frankie."

He tried to brace himself on the shelves again. He lifted his hips more, tried to give Frank room to maneuver beneath him.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank grabbed the strip of condoms, tore the first one open without even taking it off the strip, and rolled it onto his cock as quickly as he could. He was gentle about easing his fingers out of Billy, but then the speed came back. He didn't want to waste a moment, not when Billy was flush and needy and ready for it.

He guided himself against Billy, nudged the head in before he gripped Billy's hips tight in some effort to not just slam into him.

[theprettymarine]

Billy murmured breathless cusses as Frank slid his fingers free and worked on getting the condom on. He tried to be patient, he did, especially when he felt Frank's cock nudge against his ass.

"Oh fuck," he sighed, looking fucking euphoric as he sank down. "Fuck, Frankie. You feel so fucking good, man."

He didn't stop moving until he felt himself settle in Frank's lap, until he had him as deep as he could fucking get him. Billy dropped a hand to stroke himself, just a few times, trying to take the fucking edge off.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Billy took control for a second, set his pace, eased down how he needed to, and Frank let him. He wasn't going to rush that or move them any faster than Billy felt comfortable going.

But he kept his hands on Billy's hips, squeezed them tight, especially as he finally settled. He let Billy touch himself for a moment, but when it just turned into playing, he snapped his teeth at him, growled softly as he rolled his hips.

"Hands on the shelf, Bill," he said.

[theprettymarine]

Billy stared at Frank for a second, like he was shocked by the command, or just unreasonably turned on by it. But eventually he did as he was told, and he let go of his cock s he could put both hands on the shelves again.

That was fine. He could still move his hips, and this helped him brace his weight. He rocked back to meet the lift of Frank's hips, moaning quietly at the sound they made when skin met skin. "You feel so fucking good."

[onebatch_twobatch]

For a second, Frank worried that he'd misjudged. Then Billy moved, put his hands above him, and shifted his hips. It was all still slow at first, but they were building, moving, making noise together, and it was good, it was fucking good.

He gripped Billy's hips tight and shoved up into him. He felt good.

"Holy shit, baby," he sighed. He dug his heels into the mattress and fucked up into him. "Holy fucking shit, Bill."

[theprettymarine]

"Ho-- holy fuck. Fuck, Frankie-- Oh fuck."

Billy grabbed the shelves tighter as Frank fucked up into him. His mouth hung open and it took everything he had not to just collapse on Frank and hang on for the ride. Every thrust of his hips forced a breath out of him, and the sound of skin meeting skin was fucking obscene and amazing.

He'd been dreaming about how it'd feel to get fucked by Frank, but the reality was so much fucking better.

[onebatch_twobatch]

"That's it," Frank sighed. He scraped his nails against Billy's skin, dug his fingers in, grabbed him tight enough to leave white divots on Billy's skin. His cock throbbed with the want of it all. God, he was hardly going to last like this.

He sat up a little, because that slowed him down for a moment at least, and he could kiss at Billy's chest and neck, and get force into his thrusts even if it wasn't the same sort of long depth as when he was flat on his back.

"You look so fuckin' pretty," he breathed on his skin, "riding my cock like that. Shit, Bill."

[theprettymarine]

Frank managed to sit up, and Billy almost collapsed. He tried to lean into him more, one hand dropping from the shelf so he could drape his arm around Frank's shoulders. Frank's mouth was on his neck and Billy held on as tight as he dared.

Then Frank called him pretty and his entire body shivered as his cock hit just the right place. "Oh fuck," he gasped out. He got tight for a second but kept moving, dazed in Frank's lap. "Don't stop, don't stop," he pleaded, voice ragged against Frank's ear.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank kept gong, and now moved his hand to stroke Billy as well. They were there, nearly, he could feel it. He could feel the way that Billy ached and strained for it, and how his own belly was taut and needy. He was going to go insane like this. He was alright with that.

He sucked up another mark on Billy's skin, a little desperate to leave a reminder that would last longer than just this moment.