[For all the anxiety and uncertainty edging around the act itself, they come together beautifully and simply. Caleb's body is as tight and muscled as it always has been and compliments in every counter motion. For all their big talk it's a real and honest expression, maybe even a dialogue back and forth confessing all the things words can't rightly expression. Breathing in the words exhaled in kisses and moans.
Fuck it's good. He's in deep and there's no going back. Good. The words, the emotions, the sensation.]
You're it for me, baby. Sorry...sorry it took so long.
[No one, nothing else. Just the Corps and Caleb own him in every way. Frank's arms keep him propped up and gliding forward again and again, deeper and gaining a hardness. Never harsh, never cruel though he suspects the man beneath it would happily take it all.]
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Fuck it's good. He's in deep and there's no going back. Good. The words, the emotions, the sensation.]
You're it for me, baby. Sorry...sorry it took so long.
[No one, nothing else. Just the Corps and Caleb own him in every way. Frank's arms keep him propped up and gliding forward again and again, deeper and gaining a hardness. Never harsh, never cruel though he suspects the man beneath it would happily take it all.]