They found the rhythm together, the push and pull, give and take. Frank kissed at Jim throughout, his mouth, his jaw, his throat and collarbone. He relished the bite of nails and press of fingers, the strength in Jim's thighs as he squeezed at him.

Eventually, the pace started to slip. They stayed tangled close, but it was less slow, deliberate lovemaking and more filth.

Frank brought his hand down between them, stroking Jim urgently. "Wanna see you come for me, baby. You gonna let go for me?" He brushed another kiss on him, groaned softly. After the condom question it seemed stupid to ask anything so absurd, but he still murmured against the kiss, "Where do you want me to come?"