(A/n)
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My muscles ache a little with how I stretch myself, about to climb on the bed when Frank walks into the room, sighing as he moves to the bathroom.
"Where's your shirt?" I furrow my eyebrows.
Frank clicks his tongue, pausing as there's a little rustling before he mutters something incoherent, and just now speaks up properly. "Lois made me spill coffee on it."
"Oh, again." I nod a little, thinking about the last time he didn't see her next to the counter and literally preferred to spill coffee all over himself and almost fall on his ass rather than risk stepping on her. What a man. Genuinely.
Frank comes back from the bathroom only in his boxers, and climbs on the bed, and it doesn't even take him long before he makes grabby hands towards me, which I just can't resist and quickly move to straddle his lap. He wraps his arms around me as he presses his face to my neck with a sigh, his stubble tickling the skin a little; I adjust myself a little on his lap, hands on his shoulders.
"What do you want?"
"Annoying," Frank grumbles. "I just want some love!"
"Clingy." I roll my eyes, making him whine, just to be shut up once I pull him for a kiss; he hums against my lips instead, in a way I melt a little once he deepens the kiss.
"I know you love it, shhh..." Frank's lips linger over mine as he brushes our noses together and pulls away with the worst smug smile ever after he concludes I'm not going to reply. After all, it is true, I just don't want to give in to him, though it's difficult to not want to throw him off the bed when he chuckles. Lucky him that he kisses me again before I can do anything. "My pretty one," he hums.
My heart flutters a little as I smile and press a kiss to Frank's cheek, soon letting my lips wander to his neck to mouth softly against it, locking my lips around a spot that he likes right near the scorpion tattoo to nibble and suck softly on the skin until a quiet pleased sound escapes his lips.
"Y'know..." Frank tilts his head to the side, and his hands lower to my hips. "We really could do something now." His hands trail down to my thighs to squeeze them a little.
The thought itself isn't bad—nor new—, but something about it still has me thinking twice, given how the experience I have is very little. Or at least I feel like it is when coming to Frank. I press my lips together as I pull away, taking in a breath to speak up... Or not.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't want to!" Frank's eyes widen a little as he looks into my eyes. "You know I have no problems with it."
"No, it's not that!" I shake my head, looking past him and at the wall above the headboard, feeling my face heat up.
Frank hums a little as he tilts his head; his hands return to my hips and give them a light squeeze. "Then what's it, love? Talk to me, let me help you." His lips meet my throat in a soft kiss, one that has my heart fluttering.
Fuck, it's so stupid. I mean, not the issue, but me—I'm the problem, we wouldn't be going through this if I were better. "I don't..." I sigh, adjusting my hands around his shoulders, and his hands wrap more around my hips as if a direct response, so I take a deep breath. He won't be mad about it, right? I'm worried about him, after all. "I want you to feel good as I do, but I feel like I can't make you feel that good, y'know?"
"Oh, so that's about it?" Frank says softly in that tone he uses whenever I'm curled next to his side and with my face pressed to his chest. It immediately has me calming down a little, melting into his touch as he nuzzles my neck, gently running his nose along the skin in a way that almost compels a shiver to go down my spine. "Love, you don't need to avoid it because you think you're not doing well or anything. Not to mention it's fine, it's normal. You're just perfect." I hum softly in response, not knowing what to say, even if I could somehow see this response coming, and I'm glad for it, honestly. I'm so fucking lucky to have him. "I can help you, y'know, you just needed to tell me about it. Are you okay with it? Does it help or is there something else still bugging you?"
"I... No, no." I shake my head. "It's perfect. Thank you." I shift a little to press my lips to his then bury my face in his shoulder, just for the sake of the closeness. The way his touch calms me down is simply unreal.
Frank breathes a chuckle, letting one of his hands run up and down my back. "You don't have to thank me for the bare minimum."
I hum softly as I press a kiss to Frank's shoulder and end up just continuing what I had been doing before, this time working my lips on a spot near the base of his neck until a moan comes from him once my teeth sink a little deeper into the skin. He curses quietly under his breath as he tilts his head to the side again whilst his hands resume their spot on my hips, firmer this time. My hands wander down his bare torso, coming back up again to rest on his chest; I resist the temptation to do something else in case he doesn't like it before I peck his lips.
"Let me blow you," I say quietly in his ear.
"Fuck, yeah," Frank groans, shifting a little as he gives my hips a last squeeze before allowing me to get off his lap, and slip to the ground at the same time he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. "You really okay?" He looks at me carefully whilst I nod, adjusting myself on my knees and sitting back on my legs then let my hands rest on his thighs.
"Safe word..." I raise an eyebrow.
"Doom, yeah," he mumbles, and I nod again. My fingers hook around the waistband of his boxers, but he interrupts me with an awkward cough. "Can you tease for a little, hm?"
"Oh, sure!" I lean in to press kisses along his thighs at first, trying not to think about how I was a little too rushed this time. It happens, right? Not like Frank makes any further comment about it, just leaning back on his hands while most likely observing me as I take my time around his thighs, sometimes letting my tongue trace the bold lines of the tattoos adorning them. Frank's thighs shudder a little once my lips start to press to the bulge tenting his boxers, snatching a gasp from him as I tease him through the thin fabric of the boxers before I can add more pressure to my movements and have a deeper sound come from him with it.
My tongue runs up the shape of his cock against the stretched fabric until it meets his tip that escapes the waistband of his boxers once I pull them down a little.
"Fuck!" Frank's hips buck forward a little, his hand resting upon my shoulder. "I... Down, it..."
Even with the vague words, I guess I get what he wants and slowly drag down the boxers, letting the fabric drag along his cock—having his breath hitch now in the poor attempts to suppress a few moans—to just then pull his boxers down properly with his help, tossing them aside.
"Now," Frank breathes, his hand meeting the back of my head as his free one takes mine to wrap it around the base of his cock before I can do it myself, "gentle," he mumbles with a little pressure on the back of my head to pull me closer; I open my mouth slightly to take him in and look up at him, only going for it for real once he nods. I don't even know why he thought it would be a good idea to guide me in the first place if he becomes so messy when needy like that. Well, it is a good idea, let's just see how he works it out.
The familiar salty taste welcomes me once I let him slip into my mouth, carefully closing my lips around him.
"The tip," he mumbles, his fingers pressing down onto my scalp a little in a nice way just to stop still once I trail my tongue around the tip, making sure to look up just to see his eyebrows furrow as his mouth parts open around a moan, though his jaw goes slack once my tongue presses down on the slit and trails down the tip. "I— Fuck, do it again—" Frank is cut off by a moan, arching his back as his fingers tug on my hair a little. "It feels so good," he mumbles away, suppressing a moan with how I take him in my mouth completely now, slowly moving my head.
It is almost shameful the way just hearing Frank and touching him makes me feel, not to mention the caring words, sending shivers down my spine and making this warm feeling spread in my lower stomach.
I let Frank slip out of my mouth, instead working my mouth along the underside of his cock exclusively like I did a few past times and managed to snatch a few moans that were louder than normal, and just like in these times, he does become more vocal according to how I go lower. His hips, however, buck forward the moment a gasp escapes his lips and he pulls me closer.
"There," Frank moans in a restrained voice, letting out whiny pleased sounds according to how I continue sucking and licking the spot I stopped on, near the base of his cock. "It's also sensitive there, fuck," he cries out a little, "it feels so fucking good when you do it, oh, fuck—"
He throws his head back for a moment, letting out a throaty and breathy moan after I dive down to give attention to his balls then come back to take him in my mouth again, though his fingers grow firm on the back of my head this time.
"Relax..." Frank cups my jaw with his free hand, his thumb caressing the skin until I eventually do as said. "Tap my leg twice if you want me to stop and once if you've reached your limit." With this, the hand on the back of my head slowly starts to guide me, helping me go down his cock and then back again, slowly building a rhythm and becoming easier once I get used to it. I never need to tap his leg, though he probably keeps himself aware of when my eyes water up. "Can you hollow your cheeks?" He plays a little with the hair in the back of my head, but soon tenses up again once I do as told, struggling a little at first to keep the suction.
"Yeah, fuck, you're doing so well, love," Frank moans, making pride swell in my chest. I move a little faster just so I can come to a pause to press my tongue down against his slit and trail it down, repeating it enough for Frank to bite down on his finger and muffle shaky moans before the spot by the base of his cock receives my attention again, in a way it doesn't even take long before Frank's mumbling incoherently just like he does when about to cum, hence I take him in my mouth again.
"(Y/n), fuck," Frank gasps as he twitches and finally cums, some of it trailing down the corners of my mouth along with spit, but I still manage to swallow great part of it, continuing to suck on him for a little until he is down from his high with a deep moan. I hold myself back from saying anything, looking up at him as I clean my mouth and down my chin with the back of my hand, but he is eventually breaking the silence. "God, you're fucking perfect. There isn't even anything to be worried about, holy fuck, (y/n)!" He cracks a lazy grin and glances back, moving himself back on the pillow to rest back against the headboard with a couple of pillows between his back and the wooden surface. "C'mere, love!" Frank pats his thighs.
My legs ache a little with finally moving from the position they had been locked in for all that time, thankfully not making it impossible to reach Frank and finally set myself down on his lap, having his hands reaching for my hips before I can even set myself down properly.
"'M so lucky to have you, look at you," he hums softly as he peppers kisses all over my chest, easily having my face heating up.
I wrap my arms around Frank, rubbing his back a little. "Frank..."
"I'm not lying!" He nuzzles my neck softly and looks at me with a bright smile. It's difficult to hold eye contact at the same time that I don't want to look away from these beautiful eyes of his, so I just give up and appreciate him for a moment before I lock our lips in a sweet kiss.
"I'm also so lucky to have you!" I brush my nose against his affectionately, making him smile shyly.
"Okay..." He exhales as he pulls away a little, his tongue running between his lips whilst his eyes scan me up and down. "Do you want me to stretch you or anything...?"
The thought of the sleepy fuck during the past night has my cheeks burning once again, but I try not to let my expression mirror my feelings, even if it's not easy and probably useless. I shake my head lightly, receiving a quiet 'right' in response as Frank adjusts me on his lap.
A soft moan escapes my lips with how I shift a little, also making a breath hitch in Frank's throat as his fingers adjust their grip around my hips, quickly loosening a little, hence he lets me adjust myself above him, holding onto his shoulder for balance as my free hand takes a hold of his cock, giving it a few pumps. The oversensitivity has Frank groaning a little, twitching in my hand as he slowly gets harder again; a soft exhale escapes his lips once I let go of him and adjust him against my entrance.
As Frank moans, my throat clenches around the sounds that threaten to escape my throat with the pleasure that sparkles up my body along with the nice burning from the stretch around him. I sigh softly once I lower myself against Frank properly, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss to give myself a moment before I can finally shift my hips a little.
"Go on," Frank breathes against my lips before he starts nibbling lightly on my bottom lip, his hands adjusting around my hips once again as I lift myself a little just to go down again in a way both of us moan, slowly building a pace once Frank starts to move his hips as well. A louder moan comes from him, soon muffled against the crook of my neck; he presses closer to me, arms snaked around me. "So fucking hot, you feel so good," he mumbles, tickling my neck with his words and the stubble pressed against the skin.
Frank's name slips past my lips through a moan whilst the excitement that pooled in my lower stomach earlier finally finds enough stimulation to ravish on, enough to have my nails sinking into Frank's back with how I pull him closer, leaving behind red lines on the skin as they drag up his back without grip due to the sweat.
"I— Fuck, hold on," Frank mumbles, making my stomach sink a little, and pulls away just so he is able to look at me. "Here, love." He squeezes my hips, slowly guiding the movement, "roll your hips like this..." He looks at me from under his eyelashes; his lips hang open a little like they do whenever he is focused on something as his tongue runs along his bottom lip. "Yeah, fuck," he moans once I apparently finally manage to do what he wanted, and fuck, it manages to hit just the right angle. A string of moans spills from my lips as I lean back a little, my arms tight around him to bring Frank along with me as I try to repeat the motion again and again. "So fucking hot," he moans, his voice already going weak.
"Yeah," I mumble, holding onto each of his words. My fingers tangle with the hair on the back of his head enough to tilt his head up to kiss him messily, according to how the situation allows, with all the pleased sounds and the heavy breathing along with the whole motion. Still, it's enough to have Frank letting out a deeper moan once I tug on his hair—which I learned he happens to like a while ago, by accident, when trying to pull him away while he ate me out before he could drive me into overstimulation, earning myself a little too many moans from him.
Frank's fingers sink into my hips, slowly guiding them in another motion again, one that I make sure to take in every detail—according to how the horny-haze allows, fuck—of, and repeat as I tug onto his hair, having him let out a broken moan this time.
"You learn so fast," Frank breathes a chuckle with a smug grin tugging on his lips, almost having me laughing as well if it weren't for his hand slipping between us at the same moment to meet my clit, making it harder to even keep track of my sounds as the pleasure rings up my spine. The little words of encouragement that I mumble probably sound like nothing coherent, but I don't think they're needed given how Frank never stops, only letting his fingers run against my clit with more pressure as I try not to let my legs give up under me while continuing to move against me. "'M close, love," Frank breathes, his voice restrained again.
"Same!" I nod, cupping his cheek to pull him for another kiss, but it doesn't even last that long before I'm gasping once my release hits me; my hips twitch a little with how fucking good it feels as I make sure to continue moving, even messily, until my high dies down and I make sure to pull away. I take a hold of Frank's cock before he can do so, peppering kisses over his face, and let my fingers linger over the spots he earlier mentioned to be sensitive, soon snatching a louder moan from him as he cums, letting the cum spill all over my hand and some reach my stomach.
We take a moment to breathe, the sound of the sharp breaths cutting through the thin silence of the room until I'm suddenly tackled to the mattress with Frank over me as he cups my face and gives me a kiss, just a sweet one this time.
"Hell, you're so fucking perfect," he breathes against my lips, looking at me through half-lidded eyes and with a lazy smile, "I don't even know why you were so worried, you make me feel so fucking good." He hums, brushing his nose against mine softly.
"Shut up," I chuckle at the lack of what to say, looking away. "I love you, thanks for understanding and helping."
"I already said these aren't things to thank for." Frank rolls his eyes, still with a small smile, before he kisses me again.
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