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Two soft, bare hands cupping the sides of his face.

A warm, satisfying weight balanced across his stomach.

One firm ass rubbing deliciously against his growing bulge.

His eyelids lifted.

"And to what do I owe this….delicious….pleasure?" He voiced drowsily, eyes like two half moons, regarding the other with lazy curiosity.

The younger man smirked, fingers divulging into dark curls, twisting, twining there. "I figured the puppy could use a little reward for being such a good boy."

He wrapped his arms around the others' lower back, pressing in so close that their torsos touched, the material of the youngers' cotton tshirt sending tiny shocks against his bare skin, of whispery promises to come, flesh to expose, mark, taste.

"Well you know me, always a good boy," the older man purred, his fingers slipping beneath the t-shirt, slinking into the yielding flesh of his sides, awakening him to this, them, us. The sleepy edge that clung to his senses was fading, clearing way for the now.

"Naww, sometimes you're just so. Bad." The younger man leaned down, their lips a scant inch apart, and he could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with his own, if he would only tilt his head just an inch, they would meet. He inhaled deeply his scent, as if to etch it inside his nostrils and across his brainstem, his irises shrinking into pinpoints.

Well. No wonder.

The older man hummed in agreement, opening his mouth with anticipation, breathing him in, keep him distracted, talking. "Mmmm, yeah? Are you going to punish me for being such a bad boy?" Raking his fingernails gently across the others' sides resulted in the desired affect, a shuddery little sigh, pretty seam of his lips spreading just so.

Delicate blond lashes fanned the others cheeks as his eyelids dipped low, slits of blue peeking out, pinning him with a lusty stare. "Never fear, I always take proper measures to discipline my pets."

Gravity did its work, as if there was a magnetic current pulling him towards those lips, and the second his mouth pressed against the older man's bottom lip, his wrists were restrained, engulfed by a calloused hand and held sternly, but not painfully, above his head as the older man's free hand went to his hip to balance him atop his belly.

"Sexy as that sounds, babe, I don't want to do that shit with anyone but Frankie. Who you're not."  His smile was sharp, clean, knowing, as he held him there in his mercy.

The younger man's face smoothed from the seductive expression into a cool one. "Ah, so you're not as dumb as you look." He gave a little sigh, shoulders slumping, defeated.

The older man huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout not befitting someone his age. "Ouch, that hurts. You know, that kinda sounded like him for a second."

The faux-Frankie lifted a single eyebrow, blank faced. "How'd you know I'm inhabiting his body? I smell the same, I look the same I," he ground his hips down, eliciting a low hiss from the man below him. "feel the same. What gave it away?"

The older man snickered shakily, barely reigning in the urge to push the faux-Frankie beneath him and let bygones be bygones. "For a body snatcher, you sure don't do your research, do you?" His lips twitched into a smirk. "Frankie would never, ever, in a million years, come to me. I'm the one that does the chasing around here."

The other did not betray any of his thoughts, merely nodded. "Damn. I'll have to remember that next time."

"Next time? So this is going to be a frequent thing? Like an outbreak of herpes?" The older man queried skeptically, scowling. He had enough on his plate, and now to top it off was some body stealing ball tapper after his dick?

As if hearing these thoughts, the other chuckled, leaning down as close as he was allowed. "Oh, foolish Dominic, you're not the one being tested."

Dominic tilted his head, teeth scraping against his tongue in habit. "If I'm not the one, then w-…..oh shit."

The faux-Frankie gave in to his amusement once more, lips curving. "Yes. Oh shit. He's figured it out. Finally." He rolled his- rather, Frankie's, eyes, and snorted. "For a child of that clan, one would think his mental barriers were made of steel."

But the older man hardly paid the body snatcher any attention, instead going through a mini mental freak out, what, with their position, and the fact that the two-toned man who really owned that body was about to come to and raise hell, raising a few other things that weren't necessary for the situation as well.

Snapped out of his stupor, he shook the imprisoned wrists to get the others attention. "Hey! When, exactly, is he going to wake up?" He demanded, dark eyes widened by panic, most of the blood previously traveling south now making its ascent into his other functioning brain.

The faux-Frankie's lips smoothed into a genuine smile, one he'd never seen before on the other man, and his breath was suddenly caught  between his heart and throat. "Good luck, puppy. You'll need it."

Without waiting for the inquiries sure to follow, his eyes fluttered shut, body slumping completely on top of Dominic, leaving the other man to flail in panic for a few seconds before gently weaving his arms around the still body's shoulders, all too aware of the even breath whooshing against his throat.

Within minutes which seemed like hours the body in his arms shifted, that mouth drowsily moving against his skin as Frankie turned his head, chin rubbing into Dominic's collar bone. Dominic barely dared to breathe. It was only a matter of time until-

Frankie stiffened. "Dominic……" his tone was dark, just as Dominic knew it would be, strained and laced with rage and everything that Frankie was.

"Yes, lovely?" Dominic drawled, burying his cheek into the feathery patch  of rare blond hair in the sea of raven strands, smiling to himself. The air vibrated with a need for something, anything, to give, and tip the scale.

Frankie took a breath.

"Why the fuck am I on top of you?!"
he roared, pushing himself into a half-sitting position with a little leverage assistance from Dominic's shoulders.

Dominic's smile widened, his chest suddenly warm, and while it had a little to do with the heat equally pooling between his legs, it had everything to do with the flustered, cherry red, two-tone haired man perched on top of him.

He lifted his chin and caught Frankie's mouth in a hungry kiss, pulling back for a split second in order to voice his single thought.

"Welcome back, dumbass."

Description

Two soft, bare hands cupping the sides of his face.

A warm, satisfying weight balanced across his stomach.

One firm ass rubbing deliciously against his growing bulge.

His eyelids lifted.

"And to what do I owe this….delicious….pleasure?" He voiced drowsily, eyes like two half moons, regarding the other with lazy curiosity.

The younger man smirked, fingers divulging into dark curls, twisting, twining there. "I figured the puppy could use a little reward for being such a good boy."

He wrapped his arms around the others' lower back, pressing in so close that their torsos touched, the material of the youngers' cotton tshirt sending tiny shocks against his bare skin, of whispery promises to come, flesh to expose, mark, taste.

"Well you know me, always a good boy," the older man purred, his fingers slipping beneath the t-shirt, slinking into the yielding flesh of his sides, awakening him to this, them, us. The sleepy edge that clung to his senses was fading, clearing way for the now.

"Naww, sometimes you're just so. Bad." The younger man leaned down, their lips a scant inch apart, and he could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with his own, if he would only tilt his head just an inch, they would meet. He inhaled deeply his scent, as if to etch it inside his nostrils and across his brainstem, his irises shrinking into pinpoints.

Well. No wonder.

The older man hummed in agreement, opening his mouth with anticipation, breathing him in, keep him distracted, talking. "Mmmm, yeah? Are you going to punish me for being such a bad boy?" Raking his fingernails gently across the others' sides resulted in the desired affect, a shuddery little sigh, pretty seam of his lips spreading just so.

Delicate blond lashes fanned the others cheeks as his eyelids dipped low, slits of blue peeking out, pinning him with a lusty stare. "Never fear, I always take proper measures to discipline my pets."

Gravity did its work, as if there was a magnetic current pulling him towards those lips, and the second his mouth pressed against the older man's bottom lip, his wrists were restrained, engulfed by a calloused hand and held sternly, but not painfully, above his head as the older man's free hand went to his hip to balance him atop his belly.

"Sexy as that sounds, babe, I don't want to do that shit with anyone but Frankie. Who you're not."  His smile was sharp, clean, knowing, as he held him there in his mercy.

The younger man's face smoothed from the seductive expression into a cool one. "Ah, so you're not as dumb as you look." He gave a little sigh, shoulders slumping, defeated.

The older man huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout not befitting someone his age. "Ouch, that hurts. You know, that kinda sounded like him for a second."

The faux-Frankie lifted a single eyebrow, blank faced. "How'd you know I'm inhabiting his body? I smell the same, I look the same I," he ground his hips down, eliciting a low hiss from the man below him. "feel the same. What gave it away?"

The older man snickered shakily, barely reigning in the urge to push the faux-Frankie beneath him and let bygones be bygones. "For a body snatcher, you sure don't do your research, do you?" His lips twitched into a smirk. "Frankie would never, ever, in a million years, come to me. I'm the one that does the chasing around here."

The other did not betray any of his thoughts, merely nodded. "Damn. I'll have to remember that next time."

"Next time? So this is going to be a frequent thing? Like an outbreak of herpes?" The older man queried skeptically, scowling. He had enough on his plate, and now to top it off was some body stealing ball tapper after his dick?

As if hearing these thoughts, the other chuckled, leaning down as close as he was allowed. "Oh, foolish Dominic, you're not the one being tested."

Dominic tilted his head, teeth scraping against his tongue in habit. "If I'm not the one, then w-…..oh shit."

The faux-Frankie gave in to his amusement once more, lips curving. "Yes. Oh shit. He's figured it out. Finally." He rolled his- rather, Frankie's, eyes, and snorted. "For a child of that clan, one would think his mental barriers were made of steel."

But the older man hardly paid the body snatcher any attention, instead going through a mini mental freak out, what, with their position, and the fact that the two-toned man who really owned that body was about to come to and raise hell, raising a few other things that weren't necessary for the situation as well.

Snapped out of his stupor, he shook the imprisoned wrists to get the others attention. "Hey! When, exactly, is he going to wake up?" He demanded, dark eyes widened by panic, most of the blood previously traveling south now making its ascent into his other functioning brain.

The faux-Frankie's lips smoothed into a genuine smile, one he'd never seen before on the other man, and his breath was suddenly caught  between his heart and throat. "Good luck, puppy. You'll need it."

Without waiting for the inquiries sure to follow, his eyes fluttered shut, body slumping completely on top of Dominic, leaving the other man to flail in panic for a few seconds before gently weaving his arms around the still body's shoulders, all too aware of the even breath whooshing against his throat.

Within minutes which seemed like hours the body in his arms shifted, that mouth drowsily moving against his skin as Frankie turned his head, chin rubbing into Dominic's collar bone. Dominic barely dared to breathe. It was only a matter of time until-

Frankie stiffened. "Dominic……" his tone was dark, just as Dominic knew it would be, strained and laced with rage and everything that Frankie was.

"Yes, lovely?" Dominic drawled, burying his cheek into the feathery patch  of rare blond hair in the sea of raven strands, smiling to himself. The air vibrated with a need for something, anything, to give, and tip the scale.

Frankie took a breath.

"Why the fuck am I on top of you?!"
he roared, pushing himself into a half-sitting position with a little leverage assistance from Dominic's shoulders.

Dominic's smile widened, his chest suddenly warm, and while it had a little to do with the heat equally pooling between his legs, it had everything to do with the flustered, cherry red, two-tone haired man perched on top of him.

He lifted his chin and caught Frankie's mouth in a hungry kiss, pulling back for a split second in order to voice his single thought.

"Welcome back, dumbass."