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[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.]

[ Peter hums, pleased, ]

No late parties on a work night.

[ Was this a party? In a way it was. Peter certainly felt tired and relaxed enough to nod off, the weight from the other man nowhere near the suffocating he imagined. It was surprisingly oddly comforting. ]

Yeah. I usually work pretty early.

[Frank stifles a yawn and means to just shut his eyes for just a moment. He's so warm and content. And listening to Peter breathe beneath him, watching his profile in the low light. He fights to stay awake a few times just to take in the sight.]

It's hard work, too.

[ He can't imagine it not being hard or at least tiring. A hand starts rubbing up and down the other man's back, not sure why he's doing it other than just wanting to.

His own eyelids are feeling so heavy. ]

Mmm... I try not to think about it much.

[The blinks are lasting longer and longer. Frank exhales out and a calm settled over him. Sleep finally has him down for the count. Hard not to be comfortable with the warmth they've made together. The motion over his skin is lulling. ]

[ He continues to smile, turning his head and pressing a kiss to Frank's temple, grinning against the skin as he nuzzles the area some. ]

Thank you for talking to me. Bringin' me here. Readin' me poetry...

[The birds are singing and the city is coming alive again. Sunlight falls through the curtains and not only does Frank find himself coming awake with morning wood he's...

not alone. Sitting up isn't very easy to do in such a small bed without shaking the whole thing. Damn though he tries. There's Peter. And goddammit he's a sight in the morning light. It makes Frank's breath catch and his already noticeable problem have an object of desire.]

[ Peter will shift and whine at the shaking, making a face at the sun and reaching to pull whatever he can over his head to block it out. Muttering, ]

Too bright.

[Frank's got a low laugh for that as he reaches to do what he can to the blinds. It's not much. Since Peter is pulling up the blankets he sits back and opts to go back in from below. Bristle of his arm hair clashing with what's on those thin legs. Jeez he can't help himself. One kiss to the knee, another to the other side. His thigh too.]

[ Peter is in that place between waking and sleep, content to doze back into proper sleep. Until he feels Frank moving again and then... touch. No, lips. On his legs.

Oh, his thigh.

He makes a small noise at the back of his throat as he feels his cock twitch. It's rare he wakes up hard but to become hard so soon in the morning? How embarrassing. ]

[Embarrassing like how? His lips keep moving, drawing a line up on his thigh, trying to make more of those small noises appear. Frank moves to his side and presses against one of Peter's legs as he lays between them. He's roused too, okay? Okay.]

...Are you worried this is a dream too?

[ Those kisses get plenty more noises, Peter almost squirming under the attention but not away from it. He gives a soft laugh at the question. ]

I'm worried I'm still dreaming since last night.

I don't really want to pinch you... but I will. [There's another long, lavished kiss that he incorporates juuust a little bit of teeth.]

Do you always look this good in the morning, Peter?

[Frank's heart is beating so fast. He's here, awake, in bed with a man. Not just any man. A handsome, smart guy named Peter.]

[ He giggles into the kiss, giving another little noise at the teeth. It just makes him rub himself against Frank's thigh. How can he not? Every touch feels amazing. His tongue darts out to lick at Frank's lips just because he can. ]

I wouldn't know. I'm just...me in the morning.

[ Which is to say: unimpressive in his own mind. ]

[There are no sounds he has made so far that he doesn't like. The laughs, the snorts, the sound of his voice. Frank tries to ignore the beautiful roll of his hip.]

Thank God. Because damn if I didn't strike the jackpot.

[Yeah, he is still v much believing that Peter is the catch here.]

...can I just uh..? [He licks his lips and dips his head down, low, lower until he's eye level with the very obvious sign of arousal.]

[ His grin only gets wider, ]

I could say the same about you. Actually, I do.

[ But words end up going out the window as Frank goes down low again and Peter feels like he's only getting harder the closer Frank's mouth gets to him. Blindly, a hand reaches out to grab at Frank's hair, not hard but feeling the need to grip all the same. ]

Frank--I...

[ have never experienced a blow job ]

[Him? Really? Him? That Italian with the big nose, bigger ears and brute to boot? The very idea makes his heart glow and his eyes stay warm with the fire that is only for the man before him. Which is way he deserves every pleasure.]

Mmmm?

[Mouth wide and eager, of course he envelopes his cock. Congrats Parker on your first blow job. It's a pleasure and task Frank has a scattered bit of experiences with. Traveling ranch hands at the farm. Ones that only want to receive more than give. Can't be all that hard.]

[ Yes, him. Handsome and smart and with a smile that Peter never dreamed of. This had to be a dream. Nothing this good could be happening to him. But dear lord does that mouth feel incredible and real.

Peter's back arches off the bed, eyes squeezing shut and the grip on the other man's hair tightening as he moans loudly, not able to stop himself. ]

[Both of his hands brace on Peter's hips, he slowly gets to bobbing his head. Testing the feeling and depth. Peter's shaft is thick, long and just...perfect. And the sounds he makes? Well, there's no way that Frank could recall what hour it was. Or hear someone trying to ring. Frank is busy. A moan rumbles through the cock in his mouth. Giving, receiving.]

[ If Frank can't recall the time, Peter can't even recall where he is, what day it is. All of that is gone and there's nothing but Frank's mouth around him, proving his mouth is better than Peter's hand ever was.

He gasps and pants, almost whimpering as he can himself already getting close. It's all so intense, all-consuming. How could people joke about something like this? ]

Edited 2017-12-11 06:47 (UTC)

[It's more than a lewd act. And it is most certainly a lewd act, no question. Frank goes at it with the consideration and tenderness of a kiss. Working his head and neck, making love to Peter's body. The knowledge that while the world doesn't approve of their attraction, it isn't something that would be denied because of shame.

Heavy treading feet are ascending the stairs, stopping at the apartment door.]

[ The hand in Frank's hair stay where it is, gripping the black waves, Peter's other hand that had been gripping at the sheets moving down to a shoulder, then to one of the hands holding down his hips, gripping the wrist. His hips try to arch up but fail against his grip.

It only makes him moan more, feeling himself leak into Frank's mouth. ]

Frank, please.

[ God, he doesn't want to come so soon... ]

[A thick, muffled moan slips out. It's good and his eyes drift up, taking in the trembling sight of his torso and chest completely awash with emotion and sensation. God he's amazing and good looking. His hand moves to grip onto Peter's hand and he realizes this will be better if Peter can move. Oh.

Ohhhh. Okay. That will work. No longer is he anchoring the poor man down.

There's a knock. It might as well be three streets over. Frank can't hear.]

[ It seems like that's all that's really needed; Peter rolls his hips up once, twice. Three times into that wet heat and there's a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he comes, not even able to warn Frank he was going to.

After last night, he's not shy about allowing his body to move under Frank, giving himself over to the absolute pleasure of his orgasm. A genuine one only mere hours after the other one he has experienced with the other man. ]

[This is very different. Frank makes a small, almost whine. No pain, just an indescribable feeling of being able to give so much. It compliments the sound that Peter makes. The full and fast salty taste of his cum shoots down his throat. He keeps swallowing. It's a gurgled noise and messy.

The knocking has gone on a few moments. It stops and Mario remembers he has a key. Surely everything is fine. Maybe Frank drank too much. I twas a big night for him after all. It isn't like him to not show up.]

Heyyyy, Franky? You in?

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