[His breath catches and a rumble of appreciative sound comes on out. Frank remembers his hands can move, move they do. Down the strong, broad expanse of his back one way to his hip to pull him closer. The other against his short, short hair. The wall feels like nothing. He adjusts his weight to plant himself firmly.
No hesitation. No shyness. Harder, deeper. All the time building up, all those unanswered questions now finally getting a reply. Caleb is with him. Not some random bartender with a good smile.]
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No hesitation. No shyness. Harder, deeper. All the time building up, all those unanswered questions now finally getting a reply. Caleb is with him. Not some random bartender with a good smile.]