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[More kisses to fall into. Getting deeper and more heady. Frank finds himself even more willing to let himself relax, let his lips part and use more tongue. It's a breathtaking result for the both of them. The push makes him lean back, further, further still. He has to use his elbows to stay just propped up enough.]

Yeah...

[His voice is already low but growing dark like coffee. The point of contact at their hips, groin to groin is even more intense then before. No clothes would be great. His scoots back further and reaches to pull Peter with him.]

[ There's almost a moment of awe in Peter, where he can't believe he's having this effect on another person let alone a man like Frank. But he doesn't let himself focus on it for too long. There are better things to do.

Like lay down on top of the other man, now straddling Frank and his hips rock forward as he kisses him. He just allows his body to do what it does naturally. Gives into the urge and doesn't regret it. ]

[This effect and then some. Jesus. Frank wants to close his eyes and savor but doesn't want to take the chance in case it's a trick or a dream.]

Oh my God.

[The pressure and heat through layers of clothing still perfectly project that both of them are erect. His hands push up under Peter's shirt this time from the sides, feeling skin and muscle. They're steadily looking unkempt and haggard. Good.]

Let's....lets get that off of you.

[Or at least pry the buttons open. Frank's not sure how his hands are steady. They are and he's grateful. The whole time he rocks and hips right back up with Peter. The give and take is letting them fall into a rhythm.]

[ Peter finally allows himself to moan. Softly, closing his eyes as his hands feel at Frank's chest through his shirt. He wants to feel more skin. So much more.

He opens his eyes and tries to do the same with unbuttoning it, trying to split his attention between rutting himself against the other man and trying to get him undressed. He breathes out a laugh eventually, ]

You're distracting me so much right now.

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[The sound makes him shiver and the sight? They're both flustered and it casts a color on Peter's face. They both want more. So much more. Hands catch and press. Frank laughs and shakes his head. At least he was successful in getting most of that shirt undone.]

Sorry. Sorry... just can't help it.

[Everything in him is begging to move, to touch to look. He huffs and reaches up to touch Peter's face, his cheek and the other to smooth back his hair and kiss his face. It lets him stay just still long enough so that they're now chest to chest. That's progress!]

[ Peter finds himself giggling, ]

You're not sorry at all.

[ But then there's another kiss and Peter practically melts into it, making another soft noise at that. He gets Frank's shirt undone just to make a frustrated sort of whimper at the undershirt the man has on. He tugs at it impatiently. ]

[One laugh bubbles into another this time from Frank. He hasn't made an active decision to stop kissing and it's a strange and beautiful fizzy feeling. They're still moving, rustling, gradually getting undressed.]

Okay. Just a moment.

[Because it won't come off so easy. The thin shirts need something else. Can't go around with skin exposed. What would people think? Though right now all he cares about is what Peter thinks as the ribbed undershirt lifts higher and higher to show what manual labor does to an Italian like Frank Castle.]

Now we're gettin' somewhere.

[ As much as Peter loves the kisses - and he does, he feels like he could be content to kiss Frank like this forever - he wants to touch more of the man. Feel the warmth of his skin on his hands. And eventually, press his own skin against his. Guess that's what people mean about "when the blood starts pumping".

He leans back just enough to let Frank pull the shirt off and stares what is revealed. It was almost like he was a sculpture. Peter can't remember seeing other men like this before (but then he's made it a point not to look). His hands touch Frank's chest, fingers trail down to his stomach and over more muscle.

He breathes out: ]

Shit.

[To think he was already heavy breathing. Now they're chest to chest for all points and purposes and soon there will be nothing between them. Christ is it warm in here or what? The shirt gets tossed off somewhere and his hands go to fiddle with the waistband of Peter's pants when his eyes lift up to his face. That wide eyed, beautiful awe that got him from the get go is there again. Another shiver breaks down his spine.]

...I like what I see too.

[Because that's about the only way he can interpret that.]

Show me more of you, Bright Eyes.

[There's delicious screwn and wiry muscle under his hands.]

[ The words are just the kind of encouragement that he needs to give a nod and gets back off the bed. Just for the moment. He finishes undoing his pants and shoves both them and his underwear down. He steps out of them, leaving them on the floor. He moves back over to Frank and this time, completely naked, climbs onto the other man, straddling his lap.

He leans down to claim his lips for his own, hands smoothing down his chest again.

He's not nearly as muscled as Frank but he has a wiry build, his cock growing harder when he rubs himself against Frank's lap. ]

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[He's beautiful. That's what he is. And Frank enthusiastically rubs up into that fully hard cock. His hands keep moving. More skin to touch than ever before!]

Wait. Wait. Might as well be fair.

[A fist full of Peter's ass and the other shimmies down his own trousers. Their kiss is no longer prim, soft and considerate. It's heated and demanding on both sides. Tongue slides against tongue. A deep, resonating grumble. Cock to cock.]

[ The fact all his touching is returned and then some, it only makes Peter cast off what reserves he still holds onto. He lacks experience but not passion. As Frank will find out when the kiss is returned with just as much demand, a hand sliding up into Frank's hair, gripping it as hips push into the hand and then rub himself against the other man's cock. There's something that seems to light him on fire, the whole experience liberating in ways he's never known.

Between kisses, hot breath against lips, ]

You're so amazing. Holt shit.

[ Peter is still having a hard time believing he lucked out this much. ]

Damn.

[It's a simple, breathless exclamation and far more urging clutch at Peter's hips. The motion is usually what is done with the dames but this feels infinitely better.]

Fuck, you're beautiful. Keep doing that.

[The gliding motion cock to cock. It's perfect. So right.]

[ He angles his hips downward again, moaning against Frank's lips because it does feel good. So damn good. He's starting to leak from his head and he presses his body against Frank's, wanting more skin to skin contact. ]

You're beautiful.

[ The more he sees of Frank, the less he can believe a man like this wants him. He whimpers into another kiss. How long is he going to last like this? ]

[A hardly strangled noise tears loose from Frank. More wetness from precum from both only make it even better than it already is.]

Can I--? Will you lemme try something?

[Because it feels strange to have Peter do all the work. He uses the already solid grip to flip them in a roll. The smaller man below him, both of them challenging the make and model of the bed.]

[ Peter gives a breathless "sure" before they are moving and he lets out a startled sound at it, his back now on the bed and Frank between his legs. His hands go to the other man's biceps, chest heaving.

He bites down on his lower lip as he feels more leak out of him, ]

What... did you have in mind?

I uh--[words are not really easy right now. He's panting and maybe the smallest bit shy about the words that follow.] I wanted to know what it feels like above you.

[It's Frank's turn to reach beneath them and take their cocks in his grasp. Each roll of their hips together has brought them to this point. Synchronicity. One breathing creature of passion.]

Peter--Peter I'm gonna--!

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[ A new flush rolls through his cheeks at that, his own hips moving to be in time with Frank's. It takes time but he manages to get out: ]

I-I like you above me.

[ His hands move to Frank's chest and his head rolls back, eyes closing as he allows himself to ride the waves of pleasure that keep building up, higher and higher. Until finally, he falls. Legs wrapping around Frank's legs, back arching as he comes between them with a cry. He doesn't even care that he came before the other man. ]

[He nods enthusiastically, breathlessly. Yeah he likes it too. Very much.]

Yeaah! Fuck... yeah!

[Watching, feeling Peter fall apart beneath him is the final straw. Frank works them both as tight as he can manage without pain. The hot spurts of come from the both of them splatter between their chests. The wave of euphoria is intense, lingering as he spends himself.]

Oh God...

[ Peter whimpers it as he feels Frank's hand work them faster, his skin so sensitive afterward and then he feels Frank come right after him. It felt amazing. And deeply intimate. More so than he's ever been with anyone.

Eyes closed as he pants under Frank, ]

Can I... stay here tonight?

[The stroking lightens up and slows. His hands is a mess and he wipes it on himself. Will he ever catch his breath again? Frank grins and leans forward until they're forehead to forehead.]

Stay as long as you like, Bright Eyes.

[A tilt of his head, rubbing nose to nose, breathing in and out in swift exhales too. He works until their lips meet again, slower than before.]

[ Peter breathes out a laugh at the nickname, grinning wide and opening his eyes to meet Frank's when their foreheads pressed together. ]

Might take you up on it...

[ Especially if things continue to go like they are. He returns the kiss lazily but with no small amount of affection, his arms coming up to wrap around Frank's neck. ]

[The answer can wait as he keeps on exploring the dimensions of Peter's mouth inside and out. No holding back. No shame. No secrets in this room. Feels damn good. The record has reached the end of it's run, the needle just projects static as the table still turns. Frank is really just...listening to Peter. When they part he rests his head on the other man's shoulder.]

Don't need to be anywhere early tomorrow?

[ He barely even notices the sound from the record player. He just feels so content. More than happy to hold Frank in his arms like this, fingers finding their way back into black hair. ]

No. It's my day off.

You?

[Laying here and just smelling his skin. Watching the younger man's jawline as he speaks this close.]

Mine too.

[He's going to meet Mario around noon. But that's noon. Things should be winding down by then, surely. He doesn't feel like it's noteworthy. Frank lightly shuts his eyes, fingers in his hair an on his face has always been a kind of weakness.]

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