Repromise
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Frank’s lips were pressed gently to your forehead, lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. “Mm. What else gets ‘ya sleepy, sweetheart? Want a massage?” He suggests. Despite his drowsy state, you knew all he needed was the go-ahead. You could feel his muscles flex with the anticipation of getting up.
Fuck it, might as well. “... Masturbating is my other go-to.” You murmur, half hoping he wouldn’t hear while dreading having to repeat it in the event your words were unintelligible to him.
Frank’s body takes an honest to god pause, not that your revelation was particularly uncommon. The mental image it gives him, though, puts him in a pleasurable state of whiplash.
“‘Cause you get sleepy after you come.” He murmurs, more to himself. He sounded as if he was basing his statement on his observations of you rather than your current admission. He shifts so his arm is draped over your body, hand cupping your side. “You never told me you had a habit of uh, some lovin’ to get ‘ya to sleep.” He murmurs softly against your shoulder, a hint of amusement in his tone.
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- Part 1 of Repromise
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“‘Bout what you said last night,” He starts, and your face flushes. “Wanted to talk about it.” He maneuvers you onto his lap, having you sit sideways on one of his thighs so he can wind an arm behind you and cup your thighs. He sneaks a squeeze in, relishing at the way your plush gives under his fingers. He pulls the blanket over just one of your legs so your temperature was just right, knowing how warm he already was and how it’d bother you if it were too hot.
“The… teaching thing?” You ask and he nods, nosing at the patch of skin behind your ear and breathing in the scent of your shampoo. The hand not behind you finds yours and he lets you hold onto him, he knows you like holding his hand. “It’s silly.” You murmur, and your partner disagrees with a soft grunt.
“Bullshit.” Frank presses a kiss to your cheek, you feel his shoulders shrug as he huffs. He’d be swaying if he were standing, that thing he does whenever he finds something someone said ridiculous. “Promised you we’d talk ‘bout it. And I said I’d do it. Wanna know what you want exactly.”
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- Part 2 of Repromise
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He snakes his hand behind your lower back, the other hand tilting your face upwards. You’re a bit breathless from laughing at his antics, face flushed. He knows that look on your face, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, he knows it means you want a kiss—but tonight was different. Right now, you don't know how to kiss, so he makes his approach slow but direct. He was on a mission.
“Can I kiss you, sweetheart? Here?” He asks as he traces your bottom lip with his thumb, the rest of his hand cupping your cheek.
He was being slow and deliberate, somehow simultaneously unfitting and befitting of a man his size and appearance. The contrast was making you wet and the way your thighs tense over the cool granite of your kitchen counter doesn’t evade Frank’s attention. Still, you don't feel unsafe, don't feel pressured. Frank was always so intensely attuned to your comfort all the time.
You nod, placing your hand over the one he had pressed to your cheek. “Yeah, but I… don’t know how to kiss… like that.” You confess, playing your part.
“S’okay… I’ll teach you. That alright, sweetheart?” His eyes carried a certain quiet softness to them.
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- Part 3 of Repromise