Frank groaned softly, burying his face into Jim's neck for a moment until Jim caught him for another kiss. He rocked his hips, picking up a little speed to seek out that friction. The way that Jim shifted, squeezing with his legs, let the head of his cock smear against him, and the teasing sensation was enough to make him slow down a little and nudge at his hole.

He was slow, even though he didn't need to be, because it felt good. Not just the tease, but the gentle way that Jim's body opened up to him. Through it, Frank kept kissing him, deep, a little possessive. He took Jim's hand off his cock and pinned it against the bed.