Frank was rough, but not in the way James was. It was sweeter somehow, and he enjoyed it just as much. Frank certainly earned the moans and small cries he drew from Kirk, and the marks Kirk tore down his arms and across his back, the teeth pressing into his shoulder.

“Fuck, Frank,” he breathed, body matching Frank’s rhythm, thighs squeezing tight and enjoying the friction of Frank’s hips between them as much as the press of his cock.