[ It's almost a laugh, or a breath caught off guard as Steven finds him again the kiss. Frank is relieved some of this seems to come naturally to his partner, but he has to imagine there are some things that trickle down from other lives, or remains an innate talent in some men. Like the way Frank always seems to know where to touch Steven next, or assumes that there is another part of him that remains undiscovered. And there is so much he doesn't know, but wherever Steven applies pressure or force, he's right there to meet it halfway.
The hand on his back is what pushes Steven's hips forward up his thigh, along the length of him and to sit him directly on top, absolutely on purpose. That's much better too, and he lets out a sharp breath against Steven's lips. That hair-pulling is a nice touch. The hand travels back up the other man's spine, but his other arm comes back around to sit neatly, innocently enough, at Steven's thigh, thumb stroking the fabric gently.
There's nothing he wants to avoid more, like before, than moving too quickly (figuratively and literally) and having Steven sprint away like a rabbit. Meek isn't quite the word he'd use himself, although we knows Frank's own submission is to comply to new boundaries. One thing for a man to explore new things with a woman, but with another man who's got a good, maybe, six inches and a hundred pounds on you - well, that's not usually where beginners wind up.
Frank turns his face away, like he had before to bring their cheeks together. A soft and quiet moment, before he dips his head and finds Steven's neck. Lips first, then teeth, gently grazing them along his skin. It's still Frank Castle, after all. ]
[The way Frank pulls him in closer up against his thigh makes it very apparent what he thinks of all this, and Steven tries so hard to not let it show how flustered he feels over that obvious touch. Then again, it makes him feel better knowing that Frank is enjoying this, that it's gotten him riled up to that extent, wondering when the last time he allowed himself to get this close to someone even was. Surely not since his wife?
He finds he really likes the touch of Frank's hand on his skin, the warmth enticing and adding to his own desire. With the way they're pressed up it's clear how much Steven's body is enjoying this too, a little less strained through the baggy sweats he's got on right now, but he doesn't pay it any particular attention. Instead, he takes deep breaths as Frank's lips wander down his neck instead, fingers curling a little harder into his hair.]
Frank... [He sighs out a little, curling into the other closer, as if he can get any closer. He likes the attention to his neck though and Steven tilts his head some to give him more room, face absolutely burning red.]
[ He wants to do and say everything, and that's far too much for both of them to handle even in theory. He can't help being as hard as he is but at least this is all going swimmingly, eh? Just feeling Steven against him, feeling all of him, he abandons whatever plans he had and moves both hands to the man's waist, pushing him back, then right back in. Just a simulated thrust and grind, letting out a breathy groan against Steven's throat.
He can't help it, there was no way he could have resisted guiding those hips back and forth, feeling the way Steven presses up to his abdomen whenever he's dragged forward again. The poor sweats ain't doing him any favors.
Now his thoughts guide "romance" down a heavier path. Even if the road ahead is a bit unclear, he wants him to know it's sure as hell not just kissing in the kitchen. His thumbs press in and rub circles into Steven's hips. ]
Steven... [ And even though this could be a very easy path to follow, he still pulls his head back, dark eyes flicking all over Steven's red face. ]
[Hey, kissing in the kitchen is sorely underrated, though this is also... quite nice. Steven isn't completely repressed, of course he has needs and desires like anyone else, but he's just never actively pursued them or been in a spot to do so. Nothing beyond awkward flirting and mooneyes at a woman he fancies. This is so very different than any of that and he knows it wouldn't be happening so easily if Frank wasn't here to take charge. He likes it.
Even so, the way he shifts and drags Steven's hips against his own is almost too much, fingers tightening against the back of Frank's neck, one dropping to the back of the couch instead as he gasps. It's the kind of contact that burns a new wave of desire deep in his core, spreading through him so quickly.]
Am I- Yes. [He's almost dazed when he answers, the kissing and everything that's built up in between leaving Steven more than a little flustered and flush, but no less interested. Obviously. The fact that Frank stops to ask is sweet though and it tugs on his heartstrings. One hand comes around to stroke affectionately down the side of Frank's face, over his cheek and jaw, trying to be brave as he looks him in the eye.] I'm... really more than okay. I'm brilliant.
[ The question is - when should he stop? Does he? Can he even consider not tossing Steven down on the couch restraint or common courtesy? Any flicker of fear and unease and Frank wouldn't forgive himself way before Marc had anything to say about it. Fuck it, though, they know what they're doing. And it takes a bit of work with his legs nearly asleep, but with one arm around Steven's waist and pushing off from the back of the couch, Frank stands with Steven still at his hips. Now it's easy, now it's like carrying one of his dogs. ]
Don't worry, I ain't goin' far...
[ Not far at all considering the size of this damn place. Frank kisses Steven's neck, giving him a bit of a jostle to get him higher on his body, chuckling into his skin as they cross a new threshold. A knee hits the side of the bed and he curses, damn near stumbling. At least they found it. ]
Hold on.
[ He looks over Steven's shoulder and gets a knee up on the bed, falling forward only to catch himself with both hands. That means letting go of Steven who, fortunately, has a cushioned landing under Frank, who grins down at him. One leg keeps Steven's spread and he looks down between them, giving a low whistle. God, he wants everything off of him. Augh, no, be patient. This isn't your pacing. When he looks back up, Frank finally lets himself look a little smug. ]
[Being lifted out of the blue is certainly a surprise and Steven naturally holds onto Frank with arms and legs, clinging to him easily when they get off the couch. He's so surprised though he can't help but laugh a little, a nervous sort of sound, but he's definitely not put off by this development. It's actually quite sobering to realize how easily Frank can carry them, as if they weigh nothing, despite all the hidden muscle.
Before he knows it he's landing on Frank's bed and he just has a moment to get his bearings and scoot up a bit before Frank's joining him with a smug look on his face. Steven's face is definitely still warm, especially from the way he's being appraised, feeling rather exposed despite being fully clothed.]
Been dreaming of having me in your bed? [It's meant to be a teasing statement but hey, is it really that out of bounds to imagine? Steven has thought about it too (albeit in his own flat), though he never quite knew how things would go. It isn't as awkward as he anticipated, though they're still clothed so that could be a huge reason why...
He tries not to linger on that thought because it'll only make him anxious. Instead, he reaches up to tug on the front of Frank's shirt, urging him down, legs spread to give him plenty of room.]
[ He meets him halfway and answers the question with another kiss. One that rapidly moves from his lips and back to his neck. Frank leans on one arm as the other reaches up over his head for the back of his shirt. It's quickly pulled over his head and down off each arm. Nope, they've got no idea how far this might go but Frank figures he owes Steven a better view than a couple of drunken photos. Once it's discarded, he eases to down his elbow and grins, face still buried in his throat. The free hand skitters up under Steven's shirt and is soon out the collar to hold his chin.
Barely any time for Steven to really collect himself.
The only space left is between their hips and he just as easily does away with it. It's not all of Frank's weight, but it's enough. His eyes flutter and he tries to position himself on top of him, lip caught between his teeth for a moment. How far? How far until Steven pushes him away? Or worse. The paranoia is annoying as hell. All he can do to shake it off is let his thoughts wander, focus on how hard Steven is under him, alongside him, how he never really thought he'd associate this sort of thing with him. Makes Frank shiver. ]
Didn't think I'd ever have ya in my bed, no... didn't think I'd get you so excited. You deserve somethin' a little better than drunk texts.
[Maybe it's for the best that everything is moving so quickly because it doesn't afford him time to overthink any of it. He trusts Frank and knows if Steven wanted to stop the man wouldn't object, but Steven also doesn't want to invite any reason to stop, especially when it's so easy to get lost in his own insecurities. He's never had a chance to really explore his sexuality and this is a first in many ways. It's quite clear how attracted he is to Frank though - there are no issues in that department.
A hand slides under Steven's shirt and even a touch so simple has him feeling sensitive, pushing up toward the hand a little as his breath hitches. He makes the conscious decision to follow Frank's lead and tug his own shirt off as well, tossing it hastily to the side and leaving his torso bare. He has no idea to what extend Frank has seen their body through Marc, but he knows it's something to definitely not be insecure about. Marc makes sure of that.]
I'd say this is loads better. [He agrees with a smile, his hands coming up to find the sides of Frank's neck again and slide down over his shoulders, feeling the skin and muscle there. One of his legs naturally bends up toward Frank's hip, knee pressed to his side to keep him near. He can feel how hard they both are much clearer from this angle, his face still bursting with heat.] You don't- I mean, we don't... have to rush it. I'm just... I'm happy to be here with you.
[ He kisses that red face, brushing their cheeks together. The most simple of gestures he can't get enough, breath soft in Steven's ear. Maybe it's a bit intimidating to have such a large guy over you, taking control. They seemed a bit better when - yeah, that's probably for the best. Frank huffs and rolls over and up on the bed, pulling Steven up and over him. Just like before, with hands on his waist. And what a fuckin' view. Marc really does keep things in track around here.
Still, Frank has a hard time stopping his fingers from creeping to the waistline of those sweats, pulling them down just a smidge. Anything to touch skin, see it, the body nowhere near as marked up as Frank Castle's. Everywhere you look, it seems he's got a new one or something healing. The final stitch from their snowy incident fell out a few days ago and now it's a thin, pink scar along his abdomen. Harmless. ]
More your speed, I think. I like havin' you lookin' down at me too...
[They roll over again and Steven uses a hand on Frank's chest to get himself situated. Their body really doesn't have many marks or scarring thanks to Khonshu's suits, though there are a few old, faint lines sprinkled against his ribs, likely from Marc's time in the marines. Save for the gold Star of David necklace sitting lightly against his chest, there's nothing else but smooth skin and muscle. Definitely not the body people would expect from Steven Grant.
He definitely enjoys the view from up here too and Steven's hand continues a slow exploration down the planes of Frank's torso, fingers tracing over the occasional scar. Frank has several and he knew that even with the sneak peak he got from those drunk texts, but it's different to see them in person. Of course his hand finds the familiar one against Frank's side and he can't help but smile faintly as he traces over that one too, touch light with his fingertips.]
You're lucky this healed so well. [An idle comment as Steven leans in and presses an experimental kiss near Frank's clavicle, using an arm to prop himself up as he leans upward and places the next one on his chin instead.] Are you ever not injured, love?
[It's a normal term of endearment for people Steven cares about, barely thinking of it even if it's the first time he's used it out loud.]
[ He reaches up to play with the Star of David, letting the chain fall through his fingers. Huh, how has he never noticed that? Lovely little thing you are, Steven Grant. All the while he's been examined, Frank is doing the same, admiring a toned body in much better lighting, breath hitching as Steven gets closer to his hips. Something is brushed, sending a shiver up his spine and raising his hips momentarily. Of course, his attention is slowly sifting downward, but Steven's face curls is soon all he sees. Happily so. ]
Mm, no. Because I like it when you baby me, darlin'.
[ Oh, Steven doesn't do such a thing but he likes that someone worries about him. Enough to struggle in a cave with him for two hours. That's what love is, even in its simplest, primordial form. Frank tries to chase it with a kiss, running his hand around Steven's waist and up his back again. Curves, muscle, all of it, it's still surprising to attach it to that sweet little face. ]
You like it up there?
[ It's only because his breathing is a little heavier, voice a little more gravelly that it comes off the way it does - but it's a genuine question! This is at his partner's pace now. ]
[It's amazing what not scowling can do to Marc Spector's face. Steven is all smiles and desire right now, mixed with some curiosity, a bit of hesitance, but only because he's so new to all of this. Frank doesn't seem put off by it which he appreciates immensely, and while they've never talked about intimacy in any formal manner, it feels more fitting for them to just... fall into it, doesn't it?
Frank's affectionate teasing earns a small roll of the eyes but Steven is playing along, still smiling as he's distracted into a new kiss. The sigh through his nose is one of contentedness, shifting against Frank's lap again, though this time the motion rubs them both the right way. It's enough to make Steven shiver a bit beneath Frank's touch, and when he parts from his lips he's taking another deep breath.]
Yeah... [His voice trails off momentarily as he chases that feeling with another careful, curious rock of his hips, trying to replicate it.] Though I feel very- ah- exposed.
[To his gaze, his touch - it's all so very wonderfully new.]
[ He makes sure to drop his voice another level, barely a whisper, offering that silence and stillness to Steven. Even if he bites his lip to stifle a groan that would ruin all that. This is all they have to do, nothing more, nothing that's too much for a first-timer. God, he loves it. The simple things, feeling that friction between them. The hand on his back slides down, a few fingers slipping into the back of Steven's sweatpants. Not too far at all, anything to feel that warmth, that soft skin. ]
Here, uh...
[ Frank shows him his free hand and shows him where it's going, down to his own waistline and pants and slowly shoving them down his hips. Enough to reveal the same amount of skin in the photos. Then a little more. Then he stops and looks up at Steven, gauging for a reaction, or to be told to stop. ]
[With the fresh shower and borrowed clothes, Steven didn't have any clean underwear to replace his with, so he opted to go without beneath the loose pants. He hadn't anticipated that being known so soon but as Frank's fingers dip even lower under the fabric, Steven becomes more consciously aware of just how bare he is underneath. Part of him wants to tell him to touch further, to grab him however he wants, but the words get stuck in his throat when Frank begins to reveal more of his own skin.
Yeah, it's definitely different in person compared to a photo on a screen. Steven can feel the weight of it literally beneath him where he's perched, though it only takes a few moments of contemplation for Steven to sit up again, both hands set on Frank's chest as he scoots up a little to lift his hips and give Frank space to slide his pants down the rest of the way if he wants.]
Take them off. [The words surprise even him and he blinks rapidly before laughing breathlessly and adding:] I mean- I meant if you wanted to, of course. I don't mind.
[God, he's figuring out what he wants and likes along the way here too. All he knows is that he really likes Frank.]
[ Oh, it catches Frank quite off guard, but who is he to ignore sure a command (or request)? The hand in the back of the sweatpants temporarily helps shove his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs. And there it is. Frank clears his throat. Really he shouldn't care or be self conscious, but he finds himself holding himself at the base he just lets his cock fall against his navel. Well, not much left to hide. Now is the best time not to fuck up. ]
So, uh.
[ He lets out a small laugh. This is ridiculous to freak out over. This is the same thing men and women and their partners have been doing since the beginning of time. So calm down, Frankie, you love it. You love him. He'll do whatever he wants and you'd let him do so much worse.
And it's true.
He returns his hands to Steven's pant line, but god he's not going to push. He wants to watch their owner do it. ]
Sorry, it's just... I'd do whatever the hell you asked right now. Don't worry about me, baby.
[Despite the boldness of his words Steven is nervous as hell too, and his heart hasn't stopped racing since he was first pulled into Frank's lap on the couch. This is all so much and yet exactly where he wants to be right now. Even though getting naked with another person is wholly new to him it's still exciting and a proper next step.
Frank shoves the pants and his underwear down the rest of the way and Steven keeps his eyes trained on the man's face at first, admiring his features, his own little nervous ticks. It makes Steven feel better and he can't help but chuckle along with him when Frank laughs a bit, releasing some tension.]
Can I... ask- [He cuts himself off momentarily because he really should have asked before they got into bed, probably, but there was no time.] When's the last time you were with someone? Like this.
[His hand smooths down Frank's chest and stomach again, fingers tracing over another scar that runs along Frank's abdomen, his eyes following the trail down to where Frank's arousal sits heavy. Fingers curl nearby but don't quite touch yet, almost teasing in the way he traces down his navel but not where Frank probably wants it most. Okay, he's massive - shouldn't have expected anything else, really.]
[ That's... a loaded question. Frank falls silent. Aside from his erratic, lurid breathing, eyes locked between them. Those hands, just inches away and evading on purpose. The sliced nerve endings in his hips make him jump and twitch, stomach hitch and abdomen tense. It's not helping but it's driving him crazy, fingers curling into the fabric of Steven's pants now.
How does he even answer? Frank licks his lips and swallow. Hard. ]
I don't... know how to answer that. I've been with people, men and women, but I haven't cared about them. Haven't had to. And you could do a helluva lot better, Steven. I'm...
[ He tilts his head. Frank is a lot of things. Unpredictable, volatile, dangerous, blood-thirsty, vulnerable, touch-starved, hard as fucking rock. ]
It's all disconnected... but not with you... Steven, I...
[ Frankie. Don't.
He doesn't. He clenches his jaw and drops his head back, eyes on the ceiling. ]
[Perhaps it's bad timing for such a loaded question but Steven needs to know, to understand how Frank is viewing this, because right now Steven is willing to jump in head first. He doesn't mean to break the mood at all but the sincerity in Frank's voice cuts deep and Steven knows not to push it any deeper than that. Too far, and there won't be any coming back. He knows enough about Frank's past to know not to pour salt into an old, deep wound.
Instead he smiles warmly and reaches up to touch his cheek and jaw, thumb caressing over the stubble there. He doesn't need to know more than that and even as Frank hesitates to complete his thought process Steven shushes him with a kiss, leaning in to press their lips together.]
It's alright. I get it. [Does he though? Completely? He understands some, that Frank likes him, that this is clearly not some awkward one night stand, but the depth to which Frank feels is almost too much for him to piece together just yet. In this moment.]
For the record, I think I'm pretty bloody lucky with you, so... none of that self-deprecating talk, yeah?
[With a determination, he slides his hand between them again to instead give the touch Frank's been needing, a slide of his palm down the length of his cock. Look, Steven may not have experience in the bedroom with another person but he's hardly a saint - he knows how it feels to touch a penis (just not... anyone else's). He keeps the touch slow for now and sits back on an arm again, looking down at Frank as it moves lower over the full length of him and up again, fingers curling around the girth with as much confidence as he can muster.]
[ There's too much that can be discussed later at any other opportune time to discuss feelings and how someone as damaged as Frank or Steven process them for one another. This exchange right now is invaluable. He tries to chase the kiss but all the more physical attention halts him, tenses his shoulders. His head slowly tilts back, body arching.
The guy didn't even have to take the initiative but sure as hell surprising to see. Moving slow has its perks, and one of them is all this build up to the surprise of being held, stroked, and in any small senses, worshiped. It doesn't matter if Steven thinks he's clumsy or awkward, it's not gonna suddenly turn the guy off. He just tries to rock his hips up into Steven's grip. ]
Fuck, uh... I...
[ He doesn't even remember what he was thinking or going to say. With another pull he drags Steven's sweats down another inch. Another. Until he can feel the curve of his ass, his thighs, passing under his finger tips. Not enough power to pull down anything in the front but he wants to, or wants Steven to stop him, do it himself, sit flush and bare on top of him. All they'd have to do is exist like that and he'd eventually finish just watching him sitting pretty. God, Frankie, you're desperate. Finally, he finds his voice. ]
Get your pants down a little... Let me... here...
[ He doesn't instruct him but lifts his head, eyes meeting Steven's as he pulls the sweats further down his thighs. Until the other man's cock is finally released, with a bit more a spring than he expects - and he only chuckles because he's... He's what? He's something. God, he's a lot right now.
One hand free, he passes it over Steven's abdomen but doesn't touch. The other hand reaches up to slip around his neck and bring him back down into another kiss. He refuses to let Steven overthink being this naked. ]
[The shifts of his sweats is gradual but pointed, and the more he feels of Frank's hands against his skin, the more he wants. Steven is doing his darndest not to think about any body insecurities because he's never been naked with a lover before, and Frank certainly doesn't seem to mind what he sees, pushing the thoughts to the wayside as much as he can. It feels like a relief when his arousal is also free and despite how red in the face he is, he helps shove the pants as far as they'll go while still straddling Frank.
Before he can move further or say anything he's being pulled into a new kiss and there's relief in that too, sighed out against Frank's lips as he melts into it. Arms shift so he can fall closer on top of him, chest to chest, hip to hip, and it's there he realizes how intimately they're now rubbing up on one another. A simple shift in Frank's lap is proof of that and he lets out a surprised but pleased sound into his mouth, arousal pressing up against Frank's body.
One arm rests with his hand slipping under Frank's pillow while the other finds Frank's hair again to sift his fingers through and hold on, tipping his head to deepen their kiss further. The distraction is welcome, keeping him from overthinking just as predicted, shifting his hips again to grind into Frank earnestly.]
[ Oh, don't sound so crude, it's Steven's first time and you're swearing like a sailor. But it's perfect, perhaps how he pictured this going and not anywhere further (god forbid Steven even tried). Both arms wrap securely around the smaller man, keeping his body in place as Frank grinds up against him, slowly little thrusts that barely bring their bodies apart, lengths perfectly in sync against one another. Damn, sometimes it doesn't have to be proper sex to make a man go wild. Maybe it's the desire for more but this being helluva lot on its own.
Frank turns his face into Steven's neck, kissing, moaning, gently biting the skin there or along his shoulder. He'd gladly be suffocated in this embrace. For now he can only help Steven endure everything new. His whispers of encouragement are always muffled, soft, hot breaths in Steven's ear... ]
[It's perfect in its simplicity and no need to get even more complicated for their first time. All Steven really wants is to get closer to Frank and this is wonderful, intimate, and just as good as he could have hoped. Frank is gentle and adaptive, taking charge when need be, and Steven wholly appreciates that. As their bodies slide together he also buries his face into Frank's shoulder and part of his pillow, muffling his own groans there as lengths press and grind together, the feeling of Frank so hard against him enough to make his body clench up with desire.]
Fuck, Frank... [He curses softly with the occasional bite against his skin, his hand curling tighter into the man's hair. Hips begin to move more confidently with him as heat builds between them, Steven's soft pants and moans filling the space between them. He loves hearing Frank's voice so close to his ear too with all of its praise and encouragement rolling right through him, making him tremble, to curl ever closer when it feels damn impossible as it is.]
[ While Steven is always welcome to be his entire sky and stars, sit up top, hearing those expletives, feeling his teeth, turn something in Frank's head and his chest. He can feels every muscle of the other man's tense and uncoil under his hands which each thrust. It's only these two and the dim light of the apartment. The ambient sounds of the city barely above the electricity between them. It's so much more than he would have ever guessed it could be with this - ah, this body above him. Whatever name it could have taken. It had one now, one he moaned into the man's ear before tightening an arm around Steven's waist.
He turns their weight and gently rolls the both of them over so Frank can take over. His arms unwind from under Steven, one slipping under his neck to prop him up, keep him closer. the other is used for leverage so he's not completely crushing the poor man. Each thrust is a little harder, more Frank Castle's power and delivery. It barely shakes the bed, but he knows he wants to only be a little more bruising on Steven's hips. Call it second nature to want to mark your lover. And bites... won't do. ]
Ha, fuck... sorry, figured you could use a- uh, break?
[His world turns sideways and Steven doesn't seem to mind at all, a part of him relieved when Frank takes charge. He feels a bit better relying on the other man's movements and clearly Frank does not disappoint, the harder thrusts drawing more moans out of Steven, arms immediately winding around Frank's middle to hold him. He only wishes he'd removed his own damn pants sooner, constricted against his thighs as they are.]
N- No, no, this is- this is lovely. Great. [He laughs at his own choice of words and tips his head back against the pillow, looking up at Frank full of heat and want, the kind of look in his eyes Frank's likely never seen up until now. He likes every bit of this a little too much and almost hopes he does have a few bruises to count for it, bits to remember while Marc is - well, he's not thinking about Marc right now.
Hands smooth up Frank's back and dig into muscle harder when he nearly shakes the bed with his next thrust and Steven's canting his hips up in return, trying to match his pace. He's clearly a little frustrated though as his leg tugs at the pants, face screwing up as he tries to arch and move against it.]
Bloody thing- I need to take it off. I want- [He cuts himself off mid-sentence, not sure how to end that without blowing up in a fit of embarrassment.] Just need to move my legs.
[ Eventually, he notices, and stops with a laugh. God, he doesn't mean for it to even be that loud and it's not at all mocking, but in his haste, Frank hadn't even realized. The laughter peters out with his panting and he rolls off to sit alongside, catching his breath. It's all about this, that's all he wants to remind Steven. Being so caught up in one another they make mistakes, they don't get things exactly right the first time. Then he's just as quickly sitting up and leaning over to kiss him, chuckling into his lips.
And now, just now, they are completely vulnerable to one another. He's quiet, drinking it in, running his finger tips up Steven's stomach and chest, one again finding the Star of David and turning it over. ]
Sorry, uh... lemme try again.
[ And you'd think he would just crawl right back over and pick up where they started, right? He leans down and kisses Steven again, then moves down to his neck, chest, remaining at bent at the waist as he lets his lips and stubble tickle their way down the other man's body. He places a hand on Steven's thigh, shoving the sweat pants down until they're pushed off and onto the floor where it figures they'd wind up. Then the hand retraces itself, following upward until he wraps his fingers around Steven's length, giving a gentle stroke outward. He doesn't wait for approval this time, just wanting to enjoy the way skin and muscle passes through his fingers.
Frank presses a kiss to the man's hip and smiles to himself. Perfect. ]
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[ It's almost a laugh, or a breath caught off guard as Steven finds him again the kiss. Frank is relieved some of this seems to come naturally to his partner, but he has to imagine there are some things that trickle down from other lives, or remains an innate talent in some men. Like the way Frank always seems to know where to touch Steven next, or assumes that there is another part of him that remains undiscovered. And there is so much he doesn't know, but wherever Steven applies pressure or force, he's right there to meet it halfway.
The hand on his back is what pushes Steven's hips forward up his thigh, along the length of him and to sit him directly on top, absolutely on purpose. That's much better too, and he lets out a sharp breath against Steven's lips. That hair-pulling is a nice touch. The hand travels back up the other man's spine, but his other arm comes back around to sit neatly, innocently enough, at Steven's thigh, thumb stroking the fabric gently.
There's nothing he wants to avoid more, like before, than moving too quickly (figuratively and literally) and having Steven sprint away like a rabbit. Meek isn't quite the word he'd use himself, although we knows Frank's own submission is to comply to new boundaries. One thing for a man to explore new things with a woman, but with another man who's got a good, maybe, six inches and a hundred pounds on you - well, that's not usually where beginners wind up.
Frank turns his face away, like he had before to bring their cheeks together. A soft and quiet moment, before he dips his head and finds Steven's neck. Lips first, then teeth, gently grazing them along his skin. It's still Frank Castle, after all. ]
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He finds he really likes the touch of Frank's hand on his skin, the warmth enticing and adding to his own desire. With the way they're pressed up it's clear how much Steven's body is enjoying this too, a little less strained through the baggy sweats he's got on right now, but he doesn't pay it any particular attention. Instead, he takes deep breaths as Frank's lips wander down his neck instead, fingers curling a little harder into his hair.]
Frank... [He sighs out a little, curling into the other closer, as if he can get any closer. He likes the attention to his neck though and Steven tilts his head some to give him more room, face absolutely burning red.]
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He can't help it, there was no way he could have resisted guiding those hips back and forth, feeling the way Steven presses up to his abdomen whenever he's dragged forward again. The poor sweats ain't doing him any favors.
Now his thoughts guide "romance" down a heavier path. Even if the road ahead is a bit unclear, he wants him to know it's sure as hell not just kissing in the kitchen. His thumbs press in and rub circles into Steven's hips. ]
Steven... [ And even though this could be a very easy path to follow, he still pulls his head back, dark eyes flicking all over Steven's red face. ]
Y'okay?
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Even so, the way he shifts and drags Steven's hips against his own is almost too much, fingers tightening against the back of Frank's neck, one dropping to the back of the couch instead as he gasps. It's the kind of contact that burns a new wave of desire deep in his core, spreading through him so quickly.]
Am I- Yes. [He's almost dazed when he answers, the kissing and everything that's built up in between leaving Steven more than a little flustered and flush, but no less interested. Obviously. The fact that Frank stops to ask is sweet though and it tugs on his heartstrings. One hand comes around to stroke affectionately down the side of Frank's face, over his cheek and jaw, trying to be brave as he looks him in the eye.] I'm... really more than okay. I'm brilliant.
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Don't worry, I ain't goin' far...
[ Not far at all considering the size of this damn place. Frank kisses Steven's neck, giving him a bit of a jostle to get him higher on his body, chuckling into his skin as they cross a new threshold. A knee hits the side of the bed and he curses, damn near stumbling. At least they found it. ]
Hold on.
[ He looks over Steven's shoulder and gets a knee up on the bed, falling forward only to catch himself with both hands. That means letting go of Steven who, fortunately, has a cushioned landing under Frank, who grins down at him. One leg keeps Steven's spread and he looks down between them, giving a low whistle. God, he wants everything off of him. Augh, no, be patient. This isn't your pacing. When he looks back up, Frank finally lets himself look a little smug. ]
Finally got you where I want ya.
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Before he knows it he's landing on Frank's bed and he just has a moment to get his bearings and scoot up a bit before Frank's joining him with a smug look on his face. Steven's face is definitely still warm, especially from the way he's being appraised, feeling rather exposed despite being fully clothed.]
Been dreaming of having me in your bed? [It's meant to be a teasing statement but hey, is it really that out of bounds to imagine? Steven has thought about it too (albeit in his own flat), though he never quite knew how things would go. It isn't as awkward as he anticipated, though they're still clothed so that could be a huge reason why...
He tries not to linger on that thought because it'll only make him anxious. Instead, he reaches up to tug on the front of Frank's shirt, urging him down, legs spread to give him plenty of room.]
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Barely any time for Steven to really collect himself.
The only space left is between their hips and he just as easily does away with it. It's not all of Frank's weight, but it's enough. His eyes flutter and he tries to position himself on top of him, lip caught between his teeth for a moment. How far? How far until Steven pushes him away? Or worse. The paranoia is annoying as hell. All he can do to shake it off is let his thoughts wander, focus on how hard Steven is under him, alongside him, how he never really thought he'd associate this sort of thing with him. Makes Frank shiver. ]
Didn't think I'd ever have ya in my bed, no... didn't think I'd get you so excited. You deserve somethin' a little better than drunk texts.
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A hand slides under Steven's shirt and even a touch so simple has him feeling sensitive, pushing up toward the hand a little as his breath hitches. He makes the conscious decision to follow Frank's lead and tug his own shirt off as well, tossing it hastily to the side and leaving his torso bare. He has no idea to what extend Frank has seen their body through Marc, but he knows it's something to definitely not be insecure about. Marc makes sure of that.]
I'd say this is loads better. [He agrees with a smile, his hands coming up to find the sides of Frank's neck again and slide down over his shoulders, feeling the skin and muscle there. One of his legs naturally bends up toward Frank's hip, knee pressed to his side to keep him near. He can feel how hard they both are much clearer from this angle, his face still bursting with heat.] You don't- I mean, we don't... have to rush it. I'm just... I'm happy to be here with you.
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[ He kisses that red face, brushing their cheeks together. The most simple of gestures he can't get enough, breath soft in Steven's ear. Maybe it's a bit intimidating to have such a large guy over you, taking control. They seemed a bit better when - yeah, that's probably for the best. Frank huffs and rolls over and up on the bed, pulling Steven up and over him. Just like before, with hands on his waist. And what a fuckin' view. Marc really does keep things in track around here.
Still, Frank has a hard time stopping his fingers from creeping to the waistline of those sweats, pulling them down just a smidge. Anything to touch skin, see it, the body nowhere near as marked up as Frank Castle's. Everywhere you look, it seems he's got a new one or something healing. The final stitch from their snowy incident fell out a few days ago and now it's a thin, pink scar along his abdomen. Harmless. ]
More your speed, I think. I like havin' you lookin' down at me too...
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He definitely enjoys the view from up here too and Steven's hand continues a slow exploration down the planes of Frank's torso, fingers tracing over the occasional scar. Frank has several and he knew that even with the sneak peak he got from those drunk texts, but it's different to see them in person. Of course his hand finds the familiar one against Frank's side and he can't help but smile faintly as he traces over that one too, touch light with his fingertips.]
You're lucky this healed so well. [An idle comment as Steven leans in and presses an experimental kiss near Frank's clavicle, using an arm to prop himself up as he leans upward and places the next one on his chin instead.] Are you ever not injured, love?
[It's a normal term of endearment for people Steven cares about, barely thinking of it even if it's the first time he's used it out loud.]
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Mm, no. Because I like it when you baby me, darlin'.
[ Oh, Steven doesn't do such a thing but he likes that someone worries about him. Enough to struggle in a cave with him for two hours. That's what love is, even in its simplest, primordial form. Frank tries to chase it with a kiss, running his hand around Steven's waist and up his back again. Curves, muscle, all of it, it's still surprising to attach it to that sweet little face. ]
You like it up there?
[ It's only because his breathing is a little heavier, voice a little more gravelly that it comes off the way it does - but it's a genuine question! This is at his partner's pace now. ]
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Frank's affectionate teasing earns a small roll of the eyes but Steven is playing along, still smiling as he's distracted into a new kiss. The sigh through his nose is one of contentedness, shifting against Frank's lap again, though this time the motion rubs them both the right way. It's enough to make Steven shiver a bit beneath Frank's touch, and when he parts from his lips he's taking another deep breath.]
Yeah... [His voice trails off momentarily as he chases that feeling with another careful, curious rock of his hips, trying to replicate it.] Though I feel very- ah- exposed.
[To his gaze, his touch - it's all so very wonderfully new.]
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[ He makes sure to drop his voice another level, barely a whisper, offering that silence and stillness to Steven. Even if he bites his lip to stifle a groan that would ruin all that. This is all they have to do, nothing more, nothing that's too much for a first-timer. God, he loves it. The simple things, feeling that friction between them. The hand on his back slides down, a few fingers slipping into the back of Steven's sweatpants. Not too far at all, anything to feel that warmth, that soft skin. ]
Here, uh...
[ Frank shows him his free hand and shows him where it's going, down to his own waistline and pants and slowly shoving them down his hips. Enough to reveal the same amount of skin in the photos. Then a little more. Then he stops and looks up at Steven, gauging for a reaction, or to be told to stop. ]
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Yeah, it's definitely different in person compared to a photo on a screen. Steven can feel the weight of it literally beneath him where he's perched, though it only takes a few moments of contemplation for Steven to sit up again, both hands set on Frank's chest as he scoots up a little to lift his hips and give Frank space to slide his pants down the rest of the way if he wants.]
Take them off. [The words surprise even him and he blinks rapidly before laughing breathlessly and adding:] I mean- I meant if you wanted to, of course. I don't mind.
[God, he's figuring out what he wants and likes along the way here too. All he knows is that he really likes Frank.]
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So, uh.
[ He lets out a small laugh. This is ridiculous to freak out over. This is the same thing men and women and their partners have been doing since the beginning of time. So calm down, Frankie, you love it. You love him. He'll do whatever he wants and you'd let him do so much worse.
And it's true.
He returns his hands to Steven's pant line, but god he's not going to push. He wants to watch their owner do it. ]
Sorry, it's just... I'd do whatever the hell you asked right now. Don't worry about me, baby.
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Frank shoves the pants and his underwear down the rest of the way and Steven keeps his eyes trained on the man's face at first, admiring his features, his own little nervous ticks. It makes Steven feel better and he can't help but chuckle along with him when Frank laughs a bit, releasing some tension.]
Can I... ask- [He cuts himself off momentarily because he really should have asked before they got into bed, probably, but there was no time.] When's the last time you were with someone? Like this.
[His hand smooths down Frank's chest and stomach again, fingers tracing over another scar that runs along Frank's abdomen, his eyes following the trail down to where Frank's arousal sits heavy. Fingers curl nearby but don't quite touch yet, almost teasing in the way he traces down his navel but not where Frank probably wants it most. Okay, he's massive - shouldn't have expected anything else, really.]
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How does he even answer? Frank licks his lips and swallow. Hard. ]
I don't... know how to answer that. I've been with people, men and women, but I haven't cared about them. Haven't had to. And you could do a helluva lot better, Steven. I'm...
[ He tilts his head. Frank is a lot of things. Unpredictable, volatile, dangerous, blood-thirsty, vulnerable, touch-starved, hard as fucking rock. ]
It's all disconnected... but not with you... Steven, I...
[ Frankie. Don't.
He doesn't. He clenches his jaw and drops his head back, eyes on the ceiling. ]
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Instead he smiles warmly and reaches up to touch his cheek and jaw, thumb caressing over the stubble there. He doesn't need to know more than that and even as Frank hesitates to complete his thought process Steven shushes him with a kiss, leaning in to press their lips together.]
It's alright. I get it. [Does he though? Completely? He understands some, that Frank likes him, that this is clearly not some awkward one night stand, but the depth to which Frank feels is almost too much for him to piece together just yet. In this moment.]
For the record, I think I'm pretty bloody lucky with you, so... none of that self-deprecating talk, yeah?
[With a determination, he slides his hand between them again to instead give the touch Frank's been needing, a slide of his palm down the length of his cock. Look, Steven may not have experience in the bedroom with another person but he's hardly a saint - he knows how it feels to touch a penis (just not... anyone else's). He keeps the touch slow for now and sits back on an arm again, looking down at Frank as it moves lower over the full length of him and up again, fingers curling around the girth with as much confidence as he can muster.]
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The guy didn't even have to take the initiative but sure as hell surprising to see. Moving slow has its perks, and one of them is all this build up to the surprise of being held, stroked, and in any small senses, worshiped. It doesn't matter if Steven thinks he's clumsy or awkward, it's not gonna suddenly turn the guy off. He just tries to rock his hips up into Steven's grip. ]
Fuck, uh... I...
[ He doesn't even remember what he was thinking or going to say. With another pull he drags Steven's sweats down another inch. Another. Until he can feel the curve of his ass, his thighs, passing under his finger tips. Not enough power to pull down anything in the front but he wants to, or wants Steven to stop him, do it himself, sit flush and bare on top of him. All they'd have to do is exist like that and he'd eventually finish just watching him sitting pretty. God, Frankie, you're desperate. Finally, he finds his voice. ]
Get your pants down a little... Let me... here...
[ He doesn't instruct him but lifts his head, eyes meeting Steven's as he pulls the sweats further down his thighs. Until the other man's cock is finally released, with a bit more a spring than he expects - and he only chuckles because he's... He's what? He's something. God, he's a lot right now.
One hand free, he passes it over Steven's abdomen but doesn't touch. The other hand reaches up to slip around his neck and bring him back down into another kiss. He refuses to let Steven overthink being this naked. ]
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Before he can move further or say anything he's being pulled into a new kiss and there's relief in that too, sighed out against Frank's lips as he melts into it. Arms shift so he can fall closer on top of him, chest to chest, hip to hip, and it's there he realizes how intimately they're now rubbing up on one another. A simple shift in Frank's lap is proof of that and he lets out a surprised but pleased sound into his mouth, arousal pressing up against Frank's body.
One arm rests with his hand slipping under Frank's pillow while the other finds Frank's hair again to sift his fingers through and hold on, tipping his head to deepen their kiss further. The distraction is welcome, keeping him from overthinking just as predicted, shifting his hips again to grind into Frank earnestly.]
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[ Oh, don't sound so crude, it's Steven's first time and you're swearing like a sailor. But it's perfect, perhaps how he pictured this going and not anywhere further (god forbid Steven even tried). Both arms wrap securely around the smaller man, keeping his body in place as Frank grinds up against him, slowly little thrusts that barely bring their bodies apart, lengths perfectly in sync against one another. Damn, sometimes it doesn't have to be proper sex to make a man go wild. Maybe it's the desire for more but this being helluva lot on its own.
Frank turns his face into Steven's neck, kissing, moaning, gently biting the skin there or along his shoulder. He'd gladly be suffocated in this embrace. For now he can only help Steven endure everything new. His whispers of encouragement are always muffled, soft, hot breaths in Steven's ear... ]
Like that...
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Fuck, Frank... [He curses softly with the occasional bite against his skin, his hand curling tighter into the man's hair. Hips begin to move more confidently with him as heat builds between them, Steven's soft pants and moans filling the space between them. He loves hearing Frank's voice so close to his ear too with all of its praise and encouragement rolling right through him, making him tremble, to curl ever closer when it feels damn impossible as it is.]
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He turns their weight and gently rolls the both of them over so Frank can take over. His arms unwind from under Steven, one slipping under his neck to prop him up, keep him closer. the other is used for leverage so he's not completely crushing the poor man. Each thrust is a little harder, more Frank Castle's power and delivery. It barely shakes the bed, but he knows he wants to only be a little more bruising on Steven's hips. Call it second nature to want to mark your lover. And bites... won't do. ]
Ha, fuck... sorry, figured you could use a- uh, break?
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N- No, no, this is- this is lovely. Great. [He laughs at his own choice of words and tips his head back against the pillow, looking up at Frank full of heat and want, the kind of look in his eyes Frank's likely never seen up until now. He likes every bit of this a little too much and almost hopes he does have a few bruises to count for it, bits to remember while Marc is - well, he's not thinking about Marc right now.
Hands smooth up Frank's back and dig into muscle harder when he nearly shakes the bed with his next thrust and Steven's canting his hips up in return, trying to match his pace. He's clearly a little frustrated though as his leg tugs at the pants, face screwing up as he tries to arch and move against it.]
Bloody thing- I need to take it off. I want- [He cuts himself off mid-sentence, not sure how to end that without blowing up in a fit of embarrassment.] Just need to move my legs.
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And now, just now, they are completely vulnerable to one another. He's quiet, drinking it in, running his finger tips up Steven's stomach and chest, one again finding the Star of David and turning it over. ]
Sorry, uh... lemme try again.
[ And you'd think he would just crawl right back over and pick up where they started, right? He leans down and kisses Steven again, then moves down to his neck, chest, remaining at bent at the waist as he lets his lips and stubble tickle their way down the other man's body. He places a hand on Steven's thigh, shoving the sweat pants down until they're pushed off and onto the floor where it figures they'd wind up. Then the hand retraces itself, following upward until he wraps his fingers around Steven's length, giving a gentle stroke outward. He doesn't wait for approval this time, just wanting to enjoy the way skin and muscle passes through his fingers.
Frank presses a kiss to the man's hip and smiles to himself. Perfect. ]
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