Frank laughed softly. He worked his hips against Jim's, following the intention of it. If he preened under the slow, heavy-mouthed attention, it was mostly because Jim seemed to like that a bit, and because it helped to distract from the residual bits of pain from the cuts.

"We're not still waiting, are we?" he asked, smile easy and pressed into the kiss. He slid a hand between them to wrap around Jim's cock, pumping briefly.

"You'll have to let me up, if we want lube."