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[The heat in their bodies has spiked like before. And Frank watches in wonder at the expressions on Peter's face. Cheeks making him look younger, more alive than before. Damn how is it that he's even more beautiful to behold than the night before?]

You don't have to stop.

[Frank's brow furrows and he moans at the contact. His hands smooth down Peter's chest and he can wrap his fingers around his cock again. Hips move to roll and rock up against him.]

Stay here with me.

Edited (aahhh brain fart sry sry) 2018-02-28 19:39 (UTC)

[ Peter's breath catches at the touch, his own hips pushing into the hands before his head is rolling back onto Frank's shoulder. He moans a few times, working with Frank for them to make a good rhythm together; Peter rubbing himself against Frank and into his hands while allowing the other man to get the friction he wanted.

His breathing is already heavier as his body starts to feel so much hotter. ]

I can't. I gotta go...back home.

[Hasty movements fall into a synchronized motion, rolling and rubbing. A thin sheen of sweat lifts on their skin and helps the friction. Peter not only gets his dick hard but wet in no time at all with precum like he hasn't already gotten off today. His head drops to kiss at the other man's neck. Working Peter's cock in time with the motion is the first objective. Remembering how it felt to have his nipple kissed, has him rubbing on his lover's exposed chest.]

You'll come back then?

[ Feeling the slickness between his cheeks, Peter whimpers more than once, almost grinding down on Frank like he was riding him. Just the thought of taking the other man inside him like that... It feels so hot, too hot. He pushes into the hand on his chest, feeling more of his own cum leak out and onto Frank's other hand. ]

If you...want... me.

[Rocking together. It's an incredible feeling. Sweat and precum make it much, much easier to move. Frank's fist pumps up and down over Peter's cock. His own gets a wonderful treatment and there's something so satisfying about this alone. Of course he's heard bullshit talk about fucking a man in the ass, that it's better than pussy.

Frank doesn't need to fuck Peter like that to know that he is better.]

I do. I want you....

[Breathless and honest.]

[ He turns his head to press a kiss to Frank's ear, still rocking against the other man, face still flushed deeply, but emboldened by the admission of the other man. ]

I want you, too...

Would you--do you want to be mine?

[For whatever it means, for however long it means. They're both so worked up and honestly the blissful, starry feeling has carried on without any night. Frank feels it being close to Peter. And he wants to feel like this every day.

The urgency in his movements beneath him for some kind of relief in not only getting off but to move their bodies together. His grip on his cock tightens and he works his fist in almost a pulse.]

[ There's a soft cry from Peter at the combination of movements and words, both mingling and heightening his pleasure. He jerks his hips a little faster, into Frank's hand and against the older man's cock, ]

Yes!

[ He wants that. He never thought he could have that... ]

Could I...?

[ A little late to ask after he's already given his answer but it's a little hard to think straight when he's getting so close... ]

Yes.

[A husky low and urgent answer. Frank repeats it again because he knows for sure that the thought of being without Peter he will feel the full strength of the loneliness that's been around him nearly his whole life. Peter understands him. And this isn't a fling, though the passion burns white hot in his whole body as they writhe together on his small bed.]

Be mine, bright eyes.

[Rubbing up against his rump is getting him there near as much as knowing that Peter could be his very own. No matter what the world says.]

[ The response he gets is enough to push him into his climax at a startlingly sudden rate, his hands gripping at Frank where he could reach and crying out against the other man's cheek. His seed shoots out, spilling on the hand pumping him and body tensing up from the sharp, wonderful pleasure shooting through his muscles. ]

[Ohh, it's good. So good. He says so in his rumbling voice. The motion milking out Peter's load slows knowing that he'll get sensitive soon. Frank's soaked hand grips on Peter's ass and he reaches to grip and hold his own member against his ass.]

You feel so good.

[And he rocks up into him.]

[ Peter barely feels like he has a moment to recover when Frank starts rutting against him in earnest and he cries out again, arching his back and blindly grabbing for the headboard. ]

Oh God!

[ It's better than he ever imagined in his own head, the passion and primalness of it continuing to make him hot all over. ]

[Wet with precum, cum and sweat it is such a smooth motion. He clenches his jaw, full weight going into frotting against Peter. This, this is really something close to what kind of a power he would exert in the real act. Looking for pleasure in the strong, slim body above him. Frank's eyes are wild and he moves to try to smother his moans into Peter's neck.]

[ It's that thought alone, of Frank fucking him like this that has Peter experiencing another, weaker orgasm, cum dribbling out but mostly his muscles tightening painfully and pleasurably. ]

I want you.

[ He's panting, ]

Would you be mine, too? Only mine?

[ No other man between either of them. ]

[Even if they never fuck and just play in this way, Frank finds himself being wholly fulfilled. This is the stuff of dreams. Feeling Peter tense and a newer spurt of heat on his stomach. He knows that from here on out he's addicted.]

Just you. Only you.

[Open mouthed kisses slather his throat as he brings them face to face.]

I'm yours.

[ Peter moves and twists until he's face to face with the other man, chest pressing to Frank's as he cups his face with both hands. This is so rash and he should think about this, understand what is at stake with doing this. But all he cares about is being with Frank. He nods, ]

Okay. Yeah.

[ He leans in to kiss, hard, pushing his ass to continue to rub against the hardness he could feel between his cheeks. Hot breath panting against Frank's lips, ]

Me and you. Together. Just us.

[Holy shit is he nimble. Their eyes meet and Frank can't look away. If he didn't have to blink he'd keep on staring into his handsome face. Kissing and panting into one another's mouths is the only other activity as he builds himself to a frantic pace.]

You and me, baby.

[A couple of sweethearts in a world that would never accept them that way. Frank is so caught up, so utterly happy. His movements are nothing more than a shiver as he spills up against Peter's ass.]

[ Peter kisses him again, pressing their foreheads together as he rides out Frank's thrusts. He sprinkles kisses on the other man's face once he feels the other's seed spray onto his rear and lower back. ]

You and me.

[ He repeats it softly, grinning wide and bright, still cupping Frank's face with his hands. ]

[The motion slows and he's breathing so heavily. Frank's gaze is hazy and utterly love struck as he looks at Peter. Those staggered kisses peppering his skin are just what he needed. Coming to stillness his hands and arms are sticky but hold him close.]

When--when can I see you again, Peter?

[ His forehead pressed to Frank's, his hands smooth down the other man's neck and chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing under his hands. He presses a kiss to Frank's nose, ]

Not tomorrow. Tuesday? Maybe Wednesday. I'll be working all day Monday and Aunt May won't be letting me out of her sigh tomorrow.

[ Not after he stayed out all night. At least it was Saturday? ]

[It's one thing to build the heat and passion together, to cool down under those same hands. Frank is falling deeper and deeper like quicksand.]

Let's try Tuesday.

[Because he really cannot imagine going so long without even seeing Peter. Frank's hand smooths up his back. He scoots down, down, bringing himself to lay back against the pillows again. Dark eyes are fixed on the young face before him, starry.]

In the evening?

[ Peter grins as they slide down together, his hands continuing to rub up and down Frank's chest, his neck, even when he's halfway laying on top of him. ]

Yeah. Because you work during the day, too, right?

[It's like they're melting together.]

I do. From early in the day until about four or five.

[Manual labor for a grunt like Castle. Frank cranes his neck to kiss the corner of Peter's mouth.]

Maybe take a walk or something?

[Something a little more sedate?]

[ It feels like they have melted together and Peter doesn't want to get up or move. He nuzzles Frank's face, still grinning and kissing his nose again just because he can. ]

Yeah. We can do that. The library closes at seven. I might be able to get off early...

[Nuzzling and kissing ahh. It's bliss. Real and honest bliss.]

I'd wait for you, baby. You gotta make your money.

[The sweat is cooling. It really does feel like they're melting together. Frank couldn't imagine a better way to spend a Sunday.]

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