[ even before all of this, frank had never been the type to so easily forget; for nearly a decade of his life, he'd devoted himself to one woman, never steering away to have another in his bed, and it was years after her death before he'd allowed himself the willingness to move forward with someone else. something like sex has never been, and likely never would be, as casual to him as most would believe it, and as much as he'd like to believe the night in the tent carried nothing but a chase of something easy, he knows it hardly falls that way.
especially when it'd been so hard to forget, nights in which he could feel her presence on the other side of that wall, enough that a surge of the empathy bond had gotten him hard enough to tent against his sweats, impossible to ignore and sleep off until he'd jerked his fist hard against it, thoughts of her riding hard and rough on his cock eventually steering him to spill thick and warm against his own belly.
the memory of it makes him feel a little guilty now too, knowing that he's given him in too easily to this, to her, and now that her mouth is on him, he's almost too selfish to consider giving it up, her body warm and wet all over as she curves up against his, gloved hands drawing him in to where it proves impossible to pull his lips away even if he wanted it.
if there's anything indecent about it, it proves hard to care with the pouring rain around them that shelters this place against whatever else is out there. his reputation here has never been a concern, and he's never really care much for hers either; if getting caught like this might be a damper in their circumstances otherwise, he doesn't debate it now, more guided by the quickly escalating heat of her hot mouth, palm sneaking up to caress against her breast, giving a squeeze as he groans against her lips. ]
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especially when it'd been so hard to forget, nights in which he could feel her presence on the other side of that wall, enough that a surge of the empathy bond had gotten him hard enough to tent against his sweats, impossible to ignore and sleep off until he'd jerked his fist hard against it, thoughts of her riding hard and rough on his cock eventually steering him to spill thick and warm against his own belly.
the memory of it makes him feel a little guilty now too, knowing that he's given him in too easily to this, to her, and now that her mouth is on him, he's almost too selfish to consider giving it up, her body warm and wet all over as she curves up against his, gloved hands drawing him in to where it proves impossible to pull his lips away even if he wanted it.
if there's anything indecent about it, it proves hard to care with the pouring rain around them that shelters this place against whatever else is out there. his reputation here has never been a concern, and he's never really care much for hers either; if getting caught like this might be a damper in their circumstances otherwise, he doesn't debate it now, more guided by the quickly escalating heat of her hot mouth, palm sneaking up to caress against her breast, giving a squeeze as he groans against her lips. ]