"Maybe I just like to be gentle," Frank teased a little. He was a big guy--shorter than Jim but broader, thicker built--and the softly murmured words might seem contraposed to his very existence.

He was, actually, a fan of that slow, heady build. But he liked the eager touch and squeeze of people that knew they were both turned on by each other. Why shouldn't he have both: slow, deep kisses and eager, groping hands. Frank rolled his hips against Jim's hand and dragged his hands down until he could fit them underneath him, grabbing Jim's ass to squeeze and hold him close.