"I do have some sense of decorum," he huffed, leaning down and biting at Frank's taught, muscled stomach. His tongue danced across a path of carved muscle and scars, nibbling along hard flesh.

"Besides," he whispered, slowly sliding up Frank's body back towards his lips. "It was worth the wait." He nestled their hips together, slowly rolling against him, biting his lip as their cocks touched and brushed agains teach other.