Frank was not an inherently sensitive person, physically speaking. You couldn't be as a Marine, they beat it out of you at some point along the way, but Frank never really had been. Still, there was something about a lean body pressed against his, soft words, mouth on his skin that was easy to bloom under.

He helped, a little bit, to squirm out of his own jeans. It was mostly just a lot of rubbing up against Jim at that point, hands coming down to cup his ass and squeeze slightly.

"Could've just asked." It was a bit of a tease.