Frank still isn't sure when they became this - Red's mouth rough against his, his hands too-fuckin-sure on Frank's body; there wasn't some pound of flesh point in time, just a death by a thousand cuts. Frank isn't gonna lie, the natural antagonism between them always got him going. It's easy with Red, even when it's hard.
The bed... yeah, the bed's nice. Frank's muscle catches them in their fall back, lending some control to the tumble, but. It's Red lack of control that he likes. That he likes being the spark for. His hands push down the jagged topography of the man's sides, dig fingers into the corded muscles of his lower back before moving on to span the curve of ass through thin cotton.] Think maybe some people might actually know what they're talking about. [His hands squeeze as his head falls back to the bed.] As far as the sheets go, well, can't make a say without further testing.
[The way Matt figures it, it was either kill each other or end up in bed together and the latter seemed like the better option. They argue and fight like cats and dogs because of an incompatible ideology that seems to get left at the door in moments like these.
Frank's rough fingers digging into his skin force a gasp against the kiss and the grab at his ass through his pajamas has his full attention. He reaches down to start to tug them off to add to the ever growing pile of clothing scattered around his floor. He likes the sensation of the rough fabric of Frank's pants against his bare thighs when he pulls off the pajamas and he kisses Frank fiercely in response both to the grabbing of his ass and the remark about his sheets.] I think deep down, you're just as prissy as you tell me I am. [Those would probably be fighting words if not said with an easy smile and punctuated with another rough kiss.]
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I tried out "Murdock" but I hate it lol. "Red" just sounds more natural.
Frank still isn't sure when they became this - Red's mouth rough against his, his hands too-fuckin-sure on Frank's body; there wasn't some pound of flesh point in time, just a death by a thousand cuts. Frank isn't gonna lie, the natural antagonism between them always got him going. It's easy with Red, even when it's hard.
The bed... yeah, the bed's nice. Frank's muscle catches them in their fall back, lending some control to the tumble, but. It's Red lack of control that he likes. That he likes being the spark for. His hands push down the jagged topography of the man's sides, dig fingers into the corded muscles of his lower back before moving on to span the curve of ass through thin cotton.] Think maybe some people might actually know what they're talking about. [His hands squeeze as his head falls back to the bed.] As far as the sheets go, well, can't make a say without further testing.
He will always be "Red" to Frank
Frank's rough fingers digging into his skin force a gasp against the kiss and the grab at his ass through his pajamas has his full attention. He reaches down to start to tug them off to add to the ever growing pile of clothing scattered around his floor. He likes the sensation of the rough fabric of Frank's pants against his bare thighs when he pulls off the pajamas and he kisses Frank fiercely in response both to the grabbing of his ass and the remark about his sheets.] I think deep down, you're just as prissy as you tell me I am. [Those would probably be fighting words if not said with an easy smile and punctuated with another rough kiss.]