"You can fill me in on the rest of it later," Frank said, a gentle smile curling his lips. He kept working his fingers, meeting the roll and rock of Jim's hips. There was no need for persuasion, here, even if he did want to listen to how Jim got when he was pulled gently apart.

Some other time, maybe.

He leaned in for a kiss and slowly eased his fingers out of him so he could grab the lube again. There was a moment of hesitation. "You want rubbers, or...?" Because he had them. Just in case. It was Hell, but he was still considerate.