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perotovar · 1 year ago

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into the beat of the night (ch 4) "thin flesh"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: swearing, (1) instance of misgendering (not by anyone we like), unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, brief oral (m receiving), discussions of contraceptives, this shit is sappy y'all, there's a cat too word count: 5.5k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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River moaned, tangling their fingers into Frankie’s curls. “F-Frankie, my lunch is only thirty minutes,” they giggled, biting their lip.

“Don’t care,” Frankie grunted, digging his thumbs into their hips and continued sucking on their neck. He hummed happily, kissing up the side of their neck to nibble on their jaw playfully.

Frankie had stopped by the building where River worked with lunch. It was now getting cold.

River had to push Frankie away, a slightly dazed look on their face. They smiled up at him and poked his cheek. “And you call me the menace. I touch your dick one time and you become insatiable.”

Frankie laughed, his shoulders shaking. He leaned over and kissed their cheek before relaxing back in his seat. “Sorry, your food is probably cold now,” he mumbled, handing the takeout bag to them.

River shrugged and began eating. “So, we’re meeting up with Will, Benny, and…”

“Santiago.”

“Santiago. Tonight, right?”

“Yeah, if you still want to,” Frankie nodded jerkily. This was the first time he was introducing River to the guys. He was mostly nervous about Benny opening his big, golden retriever mouth and asking dumb questions. He knew at least Will and Santi would be normal, if a bit protective.

“Of course I still want to,” River said, swallowing a bite of food. “They’re like brothers to you. I can only imagine the shit you guys have seen together,” they muttered sympathetically.

A far-away look crossed Frankie’s features and he swallowed around a small lump in his throat. River reached over and held Frankie’s hand, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles.

“Sorry, we can talk about something else,” they said softly.

Frankie smiled weakly and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he looked up into their eyes. They reminded him of leaves in a summer downpour. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” River had to go, finishing up the food Frankie brought for them. “I’ll text you when I get off work, okay?”

Frankie nodded and leaned over to kiss their cheek. He kissed their lips once, then again. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” River winked, climbing out of Frankie’s truck and making their way back into the tall building.

Frankie exhaled loudly and started the truck. The prospect of telling River about his past, about his addiction, made him incredibly nervous. He had been clean for a long time now, but it didn’t make the conversation less daunting. River hadn’t turned him away yet, but he also didn't know their hard limits. Despite feeling more comfortable with River than he had with anyone in a long time, it was still so new.

He pulled into the parking lot of Marisol’s daycare and sat idling, waiting to go inside and pick her up. He looked down at his phone and smiled at his lockscreen; it was a photo of River with their tongue sticking out, piercing on full display, and flipping the bird. He took another deep breath and rolled down the window for some fresh air. It would be okay.

It would.

“It’s a music based subculture, Benny. The fashion came later.”

Benny shook his head as he swallowed his beer. “Then why have I never heard of a ‘goth band’ then?”

“Because you probably listen to butt rock.”

Benny spluttered, offended, but laughed. “What is that?”

Frankie, River, and Santi laughed as Will rubbed Benny’s shoulders sympathetically. Things were going really well. Better than Frankie expected them to go, if he were being honest. It felt like River had always been a part of the group.

“I haven’t heard a denial yet,” River teased in a sing-song tone, a twinkle in their eye. Everyone laughed harder as Benny raised his arms in defeat. “Speaking of, did Frankie tell you guys what he wore when we went back to The Night Owl?”

“Oh, god, here we go,” Frankie groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“An Iron Maiden t-shirt, which was already funny on its own. But he also wore these blue and yellow New Balances and I won’t lie, I almost ghosted him for it.” River winked at him as they squeezed his thigh under the table.

Benny was laughing so hard his face went red and Will shook his head in disappointment. Santiago sighed and put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder. “You wore your New Balances to a goth club? Hermano…”

“I don’t have any clothes that would fit there, okay?” Frankie explained, exasperated. He turned to River and gave them his best pout and puppy dog eyes, whispering, “Besides, I thought you liked my ‘lumberjack, fisherman chic’?”

River looked to Frankie’s lips briefly and licked their own before looking back up into his eyes. “True, I do. Wouldn’t change it for the world. But,” they grinned. “I would love to see you all ‘done up’ one of these days. Just for fun.”

Benny was nearly having a stroke at this point. “Oh, my god. I’m trying to imagine Fish with eyeliner and it’s killing me,” he wheezed.

Frankie laughed and shrugged, putting an arm around River’s shoulders. “We’ll see,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss River’s cheek.

Will chuckled and rolled his eyes before standing. “Another round? On me, this time.”

Everyone nodded their thanks, and fell back into easy conversation. Out of the corner of River’s eye, they saw someone nearby that could be a problem. The man had been staring at River all night, and not in a way they could ignore. River sighed quietly and prepared themselves as the man stood and tried to “subtly'' make his way over to the table.

“Damn, when’s the funeral?” The drunken asshole smirked, looking right at River. He sneered at them and waited for River to react.

“Hey, fuck off, asshole—“

“Benny, don’t,” River muttered, giving him a look that said more than their words ever would. Benny went quiet but looked at the guy with daggers for eyes. Santiago crossed his arms over his chest and watched for River’s signal.

“Haven’t decided yet,” they exhaled angrily toward the drunk.

“Listen, lady, I was just—“ River rolled their eyes and stared at the man. Frankie’s eyes went wide and he saw red. River quickly grabbed Frankie’s thigh again and squeezed, stopping him. Their expression changed from neutral to manic, an unsettling smile spreading across their face. They tilted their head to the side and stared, unblinking. The man shuffled uneasily on his feet and scoffed. “Whatever, fuckin’ freak.”

The man stumbled away just as Will returned with all their drinks. He looked at the group of grumpy faces and the guy walking away. “What happened?”

Benny’s face broke into a wide grin and he started snapping his fingers. “River just scared a dude,” he laughed.

River rolled their eyes, but smiled this time. “No, the guy came over and tried to be clever and I shut it down,” they shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” They gestured to their wardrobe by way of explanation.

Frankie went quiet and had a pensive look on his face, rubbing River’s lower back. He knew River picked up on the drunk calling them “lady”, because he knows he heard it. Will had given River a fist bump and everything went back to normal. He’ll bring it up later.

“Okay, so I know Fish went and it was an accident, but like, do you think I could go to The Night Owl?” Benny smiled wide, that golden retriever energy back in droves. “I’ve never been to a goth club and it sounds fun.”

River gave Benny a long look, thinking about it. “I don’t see why not,” they hummed thoughtfully. “I just have one question for you.”

Benny blinked and nodded, letting River continue.

“Are you sure you’re a hundred percent straight? Because you would be a hit there, and not just with the ladies.”

Everyone went quiet for a second before bursting into laughter. Frankie laughed quieter than the others and shook his head. He looked at River lovingly, taking in the features of their side profile and lips.

“Is this why you asked if I listened to butt rock?” Benny asked, incredulous. “I still don’t know what that means!!”

They were quiet on the drive to River’s apartment. River looked over at Frankie, worry etched onto their features. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Frankie glanced at River before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said softly. “I’m honestly more worried about you.”

River blinked. “How come? I’m fine. I had a really good time.”

“The guy?” Frankie asked, not wanting them to bury what happened. “He called you–”

“I know what he called me, Frankie.”

Frankie frowned and bit his lip. He didn’t want to step on River’s toes with this, but he was so ready to beat the shit out of the guy back there before they stopped him. “I’m sorry, I just… I know you can handle yourself, but,” he floundered for the right words, sighing in frustration when he couldn’t find them. “I just… I’m here, okay? You don’t have to like, deal with disrespect like that while I’m with you. Especially if it’s to like, impress my friends or something.”

River went quiet and smiled sadly, looking down at their painted nails. “I know,” they hummed softly. “Thank you. Same goes for you. I may not know all the details right now, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I’m not blind, babe. I know you’ve got demons, too.”

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he pulled up to their apartment complex. He lifted their hand to his mouth and kissed their knuckles reverently.

“Go ahead and park.”

He raised a brow and did as he was told, turning his truck off. He looked across the darkened cab at River, a curtain of hair obscuring their features before they turned their head. “What’s up?” he asked softly.

“You wanna come up?” They gestured towards their apartment with their thumb, a shy smile on their face.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded, undoing his seatbelt. He followed them up the steps and waited patiently while River unlocked the door. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” they sighed. River’s voice was immediately followed by a loud scratchy meow. “Aww, hi, baby,” they grinned, crouching down to pick up what was probably the fluffiest gray cat Frankie had ever seen. “You’re not allergic are you?” They asked, a look of worry crossing their features, realizing they forgot to mention that they had a cat.

Frankie snorted and shook his head, holding his finger out for the cat to assess him.

River sighed in relief and kicked the door shut behind him. “Good,” they smiled. “This is Jonsey.”

“Alien?” Frankie grinned.

“Yes! Ugh, thank you!”

He laughed as Jonsey leapt out of River’s arms and went, presumably, towards his food. “How come you always look so spotless? Doesn’t he shed a lot?”

“Ohhh yeah,” River laughed. “I have travel-size lint rollers on me at all times.”

They both laughed before they got quiet, taking each other in. Frankie shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to look around.

“Wine?” River asked, walking toward the kitchen.

“Sure. Thank you.”

He really wasn’t sure what he expected River’s apartment to look like, but if he had to guess, he thinks it’d look exactly like this. Dark wood furniture with gray accents. There were plants everywhere; spilling over window sills and winding up bookshelves, lush and full of life.

“You can have a seat, y’know,” River chuckled, handing him a wine glass. They started walking around the living room and lighting a couple candles to further warm up the place.

Frankie obliged and had a seat on River’s couch, getting comfy. He left his arms open and River immediately took the invitation, cuddling close. They drank their wine in silence for a few minutes before Frankie spoke.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he started, rubbing the thumb from his free hand against their arm. “I may not understand all the nuances of your gender and what comes with it, but I want to. I really like you, River, and… I wanna be there for you.”

Turning slightly, River made eye contact before setting their wine glass on the coffee table. Frankie did the same with his own. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you coming into my life like this, but I really appreciate it,” they grinned. Their lips pressed against his tenderly. “You’re taking all of this incredibly well. Most cis guys get so threatened by… this,” they gestured to their body. “Usually why I date women,” they chuckled.

Frankie smiled, heart fluttering. “I’m not sure what it is either. I just felt a pull,” he shrugged. “And you’re right. I haven’t been totally honest about my past yet, but… I will. I promise. You deserve to know.”

Climbing into Frankie’s lap, River held his face to kiss him with more purpose. He melted into it, keeping his hands on their sides. Frankie closed his eyes,the scent of River’s cologne washing over him. Color bloomed across his eyelids, the earthy tones of sandalwood and the deep red of the wine on their lips.

Coming up for air, River breathed against his lips, “You don’t have Marisol this week do you? You don’t need to be home?”

“No, I dropped her off at her mom’s earlier,” Frankie sighed, scratching lightly at River’s lower back, making them shiver.

“Do you want to take me to bed, Francisco?”

Frankie’s whole body shuddered and he felt time stop. Pools of green looked over his features like he’d hung the moon as River waited for his answer. Swallowing his nerves, a soft smile graced Frankie’s features. “Of course,” he whispered gently, because if he spoke any louder, he was sure the spell would be broken.

River’s face lit up, pink warming their cheeks. They leaned forward and attached their lips to his neck, nipping and sucking softly at the thick muscles there. “Bedroom is down the hall on the right,” they mumbled.

Frankie didn’t need to hear anything else as he stood. He held River by the ass as they laced their legs around his waist. He felt like he was in a trance as he made his way down the hall. He had convinced himself that he wouldn’t make it this far with them. Feeling around for the light switch in the dark, Frankie exhaled shakily as River sucked a mark into his shoulder. He gave up and walked slowly to their bed and set them down.

River leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. A soft warm glow lit the room, illuminating each other well enough to continue. Frankie shuffled on his feet for a second, nerves suddenly hitting him.

“What’s wrong?” River asked softly, scooting toward the edge of the bed, and resting their hands on Frankie’s belt.

Frankie thought about it for a minute, biting his lip. “Is there anything I should know? Like,” he floundered for a second. “I don’t want to touch you in the wrong way or say the wrong thing.”

River swooned, and smiled up at him. “God, I know it’s the bare minimum but your concern and respect is so fucking hot,” they groaned, hiding their burning cheeks in his soft tummy.

Frankie’s chest puffed up a bit and he grinned down at them, running his fingers through their long hair. He moved it away from their face and cupped their cheek, rubbing his thumb along the bone there.

River pulled themselves together for a second to speak and cleared their throat. “I’m very cool with you touching me anywhere. I would very much like you inside me,” they smirked. Frankie choked on his own spit, cock twitching in his jeans. They slowly unbuckled Frankie’s jeans and looked at the throbbing, red, and leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “No underwear, huh?” They hummed, delighted at the sight, and started pumping it slowly, giving the head little kitten licks.

“F-Fuck,” Frankie moaned shakily, tipping his head back. He felt his entire body shiver as their tongue piercing dragged over the tip, the colors behind his eyelids returning. He tightened the fist in River’s hair and tugged slightly, making them moan around his cock. They started bobbing their head slowly, looking up at him. Frankie couldn’t look away from the mouth around him and he groaned, his cock twitching inside their mouth.

He pulled them off, a trail of saliva connecting River’s bottom lip to the head of his cock. “Babe, stop,” he chuckled breathily. “This is going to be done so fast if you keep that up.”

River’s eyes twinkled. “‘Babe’, huh?” They teased, tugging his pants down so he could step out of them. “And what, can’t last longer than five minutes?”

Growling, Frankie pushed them down onto their back on the bed. He hovered over them, one knee on the bed next to them. “Not around you,” he smirked, thick fingers methodically unbuttoning River’s shirt and yanking it off their shoulders.

His breath caught at the sight of their tattoos, but he slowed down when their top surgery scars came into view. He tentatively ran his fingertips along the scars, everything really hitting him all at once.

River watched his face, their stomach fluttering with nerves, but also excitement. They’d gotten to this point with others before and it was enough to turn people away. They didn’t think that would happen with Frankie, but they could never be too sure. Their cheeks warmed the longer he looked at them.

“Please say something,” River whispered anxiously.

“Where do I start?” Frankie breathed, smiling softly. “This looks like it really hurt,” he hummed sadly. “But it’s so beautiful.” His voice shook with reverence. He looked up at them, face full of emotion. “Lie back for me?”

River’s entire body was buzzing as they put a pillow underneath their head to look down at him. The fabric of their dress pants glided across their skin as Frankie removed the rest of their clothes. He hummed happily at the damp spot on the front of their underwear, kissing from one knee to the top of their thigh. River exhaled shakily, and bit their lip, taking in the sight of the mass of curls between their legs. Unable to resist, they reached forward and carded their fingers through his hair.

Frankie looked up at them, his big brown eyes shining as he kissed their clit through the fabric. River’s breath hitched and they giggled softly, lifting one leg to poke his shoulder with their toes. He winked and moved the last piece of clothing down their legs. He didn’t waste any time and latched his mouth onto their clit and sucked hard.

River moaned out loud, their back arching off the bed. “F-Frankie,” they whined, tugging on his curls.

Frankie was in his own world, creating a rhythm with his tongue, and the sounds coming from River’s mouth clogging his senses. He felt drunk, prodding two fingers at their entrance.

“Y-yes, please,” they breathed weakly, giving him permission.

Frankie ached to bring them pleasure as his fingers sunk in, quickly finding a pace to pump inside. He found a rhythm between his tongue and his fingers, and apparently it was doing something, if the sounds River was making were anything to go by.

River’s thighs trembled around his head, their entire body covered in goosebumps. Frankie looked up at them and lifted his mouth off of their clit, but his fingers never let up. River groaned out an exhale as they made eye contact and bit their lip. Something passed between them without words because when Frankie’s thumb touched their clit at the right pressure and rhythm, River’s eyes rolled back. They let out a loud moan into the room as they stilled, coming hard and wet around Frankie’s fingers.

Frankie grinned, watching River writhe around on the bed for a moment before coming down. “Very good,” he hummed, removing his fingers slowly and wrapping his lips around them. He groaned at the taste of them. He held onto their thighs before burying his tongue inside them once again. His aquiline nose rubbed perfectly against their clit while he lapped up more of them, hardly giving them a moment to breathe.

“Frankie, f-fuck, wait,” River gasped, their head spinning with want. Their clit throbbed in overstimulation, still so sensitive from their high.

Frankie grunted into their pussy and looked up at them like they’d just interrupted his favorite meal. And, really, they had. River’s breath hitched at the look in Frankie’s eyes. His normally soft eyes had turned hard, feral, and they dripped at how turned on it made them. He shook his head against them, moving from side to side, his curls bouncing at the movement.

“God, fuck,” River moaned pathetically, their heart rate going at a pace they hadn’t felt before.

“Gimme one more, baby,” Frankie mumbled against them. “Just one more, sweet thing. Gotta taste it this time.”

River’s eyes rolled back and they whined, nearly yanking on Frankie’s hair. His voice sounded as wrecked as they felt, all throaty and deep. Their walls clenched tightly around his tongue in little pulses the closer they got to their release. Frankie watched closely, his vision blurring slightly at the edges with the amount of focus he had on River’s form. He paid rapt attention to which movements of his tongue made them squirm. Their chest stuttered with every breath they took, the muscles and tendons in their neck moving underneath the skin tightly.

When River came, it was more intense than the first time and came in waves, making them nearly shout in pleasure. Frankie tried holding their hips down with those big hands of his but ended up following their movements so as not to miss a single drop. His eyes were on them the whole time, taking in the sight of them at their highest peak.

River trembled in the aftershocks as Frankie’s mouth finally let go. He kissed along the bottom of their tummy and left little nips and marks, sucking and staking his claim over them. River grinned lazily at the sight, their heart soaring. “Mmm, you’re good at that,” River chuckled, feeling all warm and satisfied.

Frankie grinned as he crawled onto the bed to hover over them. “Thank you,” he smirked, a smidge of arrogance coloring his features.

River laughed softly and rolled their eyes. They gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. “How are you still wearing your shirt, but no pants or underwear?” They snorted.

Frankie’s eyes darkened as he took in their flushed cheeks and moved their long hair behind their ears. “I was a little distracted,” he whispered, kissing them sensually.

River sighed happily, getting lost in the taste of themselves on his tongue. They ran their hands down his torso to grip onto Frankie’s ass and squeezed. They wrapped their legs around his waist and quickly flipped them over before Frankie had time to react. Now straddling him, they ground their hips against Frankie’s cock situated perfectly between their lips. “My turn,” River hummed, latching onto Frankie’s nipple.

Frankie gasped at all the sensations as his hips bucked up against them. “W-wait, do you have a condom? I’m clean, I just wanna make sure,” he smiled, rubbing their arms protectively.

“I do,” they nodded, nipping around the other nipple as they looked up at him. “We can use one if you want, but I am on PrEP, too. Also, uh,” they lifted their mouth off of him, sitting comfortably. “I can’t get pregnant. That’s the other major surgery I had.”

“Oh.”

They got quiet as they watched each other breathe heavily for a bit. “Is… Is that okay?” River asked hesitantly.

Frankie’s face went through every emotion imaginable within seconds before landing on nearly feral. “You… really shouldn’t have told me that,” he grinned wickedly, grabbing onto their hips and digging his fingernails in hard. River stopped him before he could turn them over and started grinding against the underside of his cock again, getting it impossibly wet.

“Oh, nu-uh,” River smirked. “You’re not in charge right now.”

Frankie’s cock twitched at the authority in their voice and he nodded obediently.

“Good boy,” they hummed, their fingers curling around his shaft before slowly sinking down on him. River whimpered slightly at the stretch and swirled their hips in little circles on the way down before they were sat on his lap comfortably. They groaned in satisfaction, slowly getting used to his girth and the weight of him.

Breathing heavily, Frankie shut his eyes and dug his head into the pillow underneath him. He focused on the sounds around him so he wouldn’t come right away; the slightly opened window brought in a nice breeze that cooled his flushed skin. River was breathing heavily, but quietly, watching patiently as he evened out his breathing. Blunt nails scratched lightly at Frankie’s torso, goosebumps following in their wake.

It had been a while since he’d been inside someone and it’s clear that it’s been a while for River as well considering just how god damn tight the fit was.

“You okay?” River grinned, rolling their hips slightly, already used to the feeling. They clenched around him teasingly in little pulses.

Frankie’s breath hitched and he groaned, desperately gripping their hips. He was certain there would be marks leftover tomorrow. “Fuck, gimme a second,” he panted, eyes squeezed shut. River watched his Adam’s Apple bob a few times as he got his breathing back to normal, their heart pounding in their chest.

When Frankie raised his head again to look down at where the two of them met, he exhaled shakily. “Jesus,” he moaned, his eyes traveling up their torso until he landed on their face. His heart skipped a beat seeing the look on their face.

He hadn’t seen River so… vulnerable before. They always looked put together, not a hair out of place or any bit of makeup smeared. They looked beautiful; their hair a mess, and their makeup smudged. They looked calm, at peace. Satisfied. His hands slowly traveled up their side before his thumbs rubbed at the edges of their surgery scars.

“Ready?” River smiled softly, cupping his face with one hand and bracing themself on his chest with the other.

Frankie nodded and lifted his hips slightly, his words spoken without a sound; fuck me.

And they did.

Bouncing on him at a leisurely pace to start, River watched Frankie’s eyes glaze over with the pleasure he was feeling, his face slack and his swollen lips parted. Before either of them knew it, they were rocking together at a steady pace, their collective moans and groans and sighs of pleasure filling the room.

They were completely lost in one another, River’s head thrown back to expose their throat as they moaned loudly. Their brows dipped down in pleasure as they bit their lip. “God, you feel so fucking good,” they whined, slowly starting to lose their rhythm as they got closer to their peak.

Frankie moaned and sat up, latching his mouth onto their neck, hugging them close to his chest. He dug his feet into the mattress and started fucking up into them. River groaned, hiding their face in his neck. They whined and whimpered against his damp skin, trembling on top of him.

The light slap, slap, slap of their skin against each other was the only sound in the room for a moment before Frankie panted against their forehead, kissing there softly. “More?” he smiled, eyes shut in bliss.

River nodded and whined weakly. “S-so fucking close.”

Frankie grunted as he flipped them over, well and truly fucking into them now. He didn’t let up, moaning when River’s nails clawed into Frankie’s back. He hissed at the sting and shivered all over, his hips slowly losing their rhythm. “Touch yourself, sweet thing,” Frankie breathed, watching their blissed out expression change to a look of focus. River reached between them and started rubbing at their clit at the same pace as Frankie’s hips.

River whined weakly, half-lidded and glossy eyes looking up at him. They were unable to form the words themself, their chest stuttering and breath hitching with every one of his thrusts.

“Yeah?” he breathed happily.

“Yeah.”

Frankie crashed their lips together as River moaned, his hips keeping the pace he knew they needed. River’s whole body stilled for a second before bucking into a slight staccato as their release wracked through them. They whispered into his mouth, their walls clenching around his cock tightly, trying to provoke his own release as well.

“C’mon,” they panted against his lips encouragingly. It didn’t take much after that, Frankie’s hips slamming into River’s as his cock twitched inside them violently, thick spurts and ropes coating their walls. His hips rolled in slow waves until the last drop left his cock. A low grunt left his lips as he looked down at their combined releases coating his shaft. River moved their hips back a little, more of it dripping out in the process. It made Frankie shiver all over, a wicked little grin on his face.

Quiet settled over the two of them as they caught their breath. River watched Frankie’s face go from tense to the most relaxed they’d ever seen him. They smiled up at him and cupped his face, kissing his nose sweetly. He opened his eyes at that, looking into their eyes and his cheeks warmed at the attention.

“Hey,” he smiled, voice rough.

“Hey, yourself.”

Frankie snorted and leaned down to kiss them deeply. He slowly parted their legs, moving out from between them carefully. River sighed into his mouth at the loss, the cum trickling out as his cock dragged against them. They felt empty, clenching around nothing, but reveling in the filthy feeling they had.

When they came up for air, River played with Frankie’s curls, all of them sticking up in every direction. They grinned and tapped him on the shoulder. “Be right back,” they hummed, crawling out from under him to go into their bathroom down the hall. Frankie watched their ass as they left and plopped down onto his back, one arm resting on his forehead. He shut his eyes and just focused on his breathing for a moment before he heard the toilet flush and the sounds of bare feet coming back into the bedroom.

He looked up and saw River crawling back onto the bed with a warm washcloth. They slowly started cleaning Frankie up, almost reverently. Frankie watched them quietly, his heart skipping a beat. He usually did this part, but was more than happy to be on the receiving end of it. As River finished, they tossed the washcloth into the hamper in their closet.

“You need anything? Water?” River smiled down at him. Frankie nodded and pulled them down for a quick kiss.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

River jumped out of the bed and made their way into the kitchen. Frankie got comfortable as he listened to them move around in there. He heard a small chirp at the door and a fluffy gray tail came in through the doorway. He smirked as Jonsey jumped up onto the end of the bed and got comfortable. Jonsey sniffed at Frankie’s toes before rubbing his head against them and curled up into a ball. He fell asleep pretty soon after that.

“Sorry, had to clean a glass,” River chuckled softly as they walked back into the bedroom, still blessedly naked. Frankie appreciated the view, and happily took the glass of water. He took a couple of big gulps and set it on the nightstand next to him.

River dug around in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a hair tie. Frankie watched silently as they slowly pulled their long hair into loose braid. Their tattooed skin was slightly shiny from the perspiration of their coupling, making his stomach flutter. He smiled at their flushed cheeks as they tossed the long braid over their shoulder when they finished.

River crawled into the bed carefully, making sure not to wake up Jonsey. “Least he was polite enough to wait until we were done,” Frankie snorted, pulling River into his side. River giggled and kissed Frankie’s chest softly.

“True,” they said around a yawn. “I’m exhausted. You wore me out, old man.”

Frankie sighed in exasperation and laughed softly, kissing River’s hairline. “All that and you still call me old,” he grumbled.

“It’s an affectionate term.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked. “Get some sleep.”

River nodded and got into the covers. They lightly pulled on his arm, kissing his shoulder. “You too, mister.”

Frankie obliged, pulling River close to his chest. Thick fingers passed lightly over River’s skin as their breathing evened out. Frankie stayed up for a bit and just let the moment settle into his heart. He looked down at the top of their head and placed a soft kiss to the crown before shutting his eyes himself.

The last thing he heard that night was the sound of River’s soft snoring. Frankie exhaled, heart feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.

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[1:24am]

You couldn’t sleep. You had no idea why and, honestly, there was no particular reason. Work was calmer than it had been in a while, everything was fine with your family, your friends were doing good, and things with Soonyoung were as great as ever. There was nothing going on that could possibly make you anxious or put you in a spiral that would prevent you from peacefully falling asleep.

Still, you couldn’t do it. You had been tossing and turning ever since Soonyoung hung up saying he would let you sleep, promising to pick you tomorrow after work.

When you closed your eyes, something was wrong. Something was missing. You just couldn’t really pinpoint what.

You thought about going to the kitchen to get some food, but you weren’t really hungry.

You thought about watching a movie or another episode of Fleabag, but that would just make your brain more awake.

You thought about not sleeping at all, but it was Thursday.

You thought about going to Doki’s room, but you remembered they weren’t there.

A sigh passed your lips. You turned to the side and picked up your phone from the nightstand, the picture of you and Soonyoung you had as your lockscreen making you smile. It was a stupid one, just a mirror selfie you took on Halloween. Still, it made your heart ten times bigger.

Your fingers followed the path that felt too familiar by now, his texts showing up in mere seconds.

You probably shouldn’t do it. It was late, and he would be sound asleep. Like he should be. Like you should be. Besides, Soonyoung never had his phone on silent, not even when he was sleeping. He said someone might need him, so he liked to be on the safe side.

Still, you felt talking to him might make things better. It always did. So there was no reason it wouldn’t now.

[1:24am] you: hi

No. Bad choice. You shouldn’t have done it. You locked your phone and placed it by your pillow. You should probably just close your eyes and wait for sleep to come, regardless of how long that’d take.

Before you could do it, your phone lit up. Great, you woke him up.

[1:24am] Soo: hi?

[1:24am] Soo: why are you awake? :/

[1:24am] Soo: you should be sleeping!!!!!

[1:24am] Soo: you know you can’t function if you don’t sleep, you’re not doki

You giggled at his remark. You had always found somewhat amazing how Doki always managed to go on with their day even if they had little to no sleep. The same went for Krys. You, however, needed at least five, six hours of sleep to be able to put your brain to work. If you wanted it to be really active, though, at least seven. You would not be getting that.

[1:25am] you: idk :/ i just keep rolling on the bed and nothing happens

[1:25am] Soo: everything ok?

[1:25am] Soo: i can come over you know

[1:25am] Soo: maybe you can’t sleep bc you miss me too much

After you scoffed at his remark, you started seriously considering his offer. You were pretty sure you would finally be able to fall asleep if you were resting your head on his chest. Still, it seemed a lot to ask for, even if you knew he wouldn’t mind. Soonyoung would go to the ends of the Earth for you if you asked, and probably even if you didn’t.

It was cold, though. And late. You felt bad about asking him to come over at this hour. About asking him to leave the warmth of his bed to bring his warmth to you. When you didn’t respond, he texted again.

[1:26am] Soo: ok, i’m going :)

At that point, it would mean nothing to him if you told him not to come. Soonyoung would be there anyway. He knew you too well, he perceived you too well. Come to think about it, maybe him there, with you, kissing your forehead, was what you wanted all along when you first texted, even if you didn’t know. Apparently, he did.

Maybe you did miss him to the point of losing sleep.

[1:26am] you: ok :/ ily :/ drive safe

[1:26am] Soo: stop the sad faces :/

[1:26am] Soo: i’ll call you when i’m there hehe ily!

Soonyoung was confused when he heard the ding of his phone signaling he had just received a text. He was even more confused when he saw your name across the screen. You were an early sleeper, usually enjoying being in bed by ten on weekdays. It was way past that now.

The text itself was enough indication that something was probably wrong, but the sad faces were an aggravation. If this was anyone else in the world, he would’ve called. Checked if everything was okay through Facetime. He would never have offered to leave the comfort of his bed at this hour. It was too late for that, and he had a morning class in just a couple of hours.

But it was you.

For you, he discovered some time ago he would do anything. And with no hesitation. Even go out at this hour, in this weather.

He rubbed his eyes in order to be slightly more awake, the clarity offered by his night lamp being a little too uncomfortable. Soonyoung grabbed some sweatpants and whatever t-shirt he could find. His coat would be by the door.

When he made his way down the hallway, he heard something coming from the kitchen. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of Seungkwan.

“Why are you awake?” He asked, tone confused.

“Why are you awake?” After noticing the clothes his friend had on, the youngest got suspicious. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Uh—”

Before there was an explanation, he understood. “Oh. Her house?”

Soonyoung scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah. She, uh, she can’t sleep.”

Seungkwan chuckled, tone as amused as ever, “You’re really, really in love.”

A smile took over his face, eyes shaped in crescents. He nodded. He really was really, really in love. “What’s up with you, though?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Guess I just wanted water.” Soonyoung gave him a look. “I’m fine.”

He didn’t buy it. “Sure?”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, “Yes, I’m sure. Can I not be thirsty?”

“You can, I’m just wor—”

“You can go,” he said, sincerely. Seungkwan really was fine. Soonyoung was the one that was a bit too paranoid with these things, scared he would miss something considering how bad he was at reading those who weren’t you. When his friend didn’t respond, he continued, “Go, I won’t tell Jihoon.”

“Please,” Soonyoung scoffed, “we all know Jihoon would kill to have a girlfriend, or boyfriend, that texts him at one in the morning.”

The blond drank a bit of his water, lips then forming a smile “He would, he just enjoys giving you a hard time.”

Soonyoung walked towards the door, putting on his shoes and his coat. “Go to sleep, Kwan. It’s late.”

“Tell her I said hi.”

It was weird how your bed felt cold despite you being there for hours now. Maybe you were getting too used to how often Soonyoung was sleeping over. Maybe it didn’t really feel the same without him there. Maybe it didn’t feel comfortable at all without him there.

You didn’t have to wait long. With no traffic, it took him about twenty minutes to call you announcing he was downstairs. When you opened the door, he looked far too happy for someone who was just dragged out of bed by his girlfriend, even if for some late night cuddles.

“What’s with the grin?”

He placed a kiss by your cheek while stepping inside, “You miss me so much you can’t even sleep.”

You scoffed, “Do not. You’re the one that offered to come.”

“Yeah,” Soonyoung pulled you close, arms circling by the low of your back, “because I know you’d be able to fall asleep with me here.”

You couldn’t hold back a smile, fingers moving to brush his raven locks away from his face. “So what? That means nothing.” You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, at least not verbally. The way your lips were curved upwards was more than enough.

“It means you love me.” There wasn’t a single hint of uncertainty in his voice. Soonyoung stopped being unsure of your love long ago. It just became crystal clear to him at some point. Now, it was nothing but the most truthful of statements. “You love me.”

And then he leaned in. His lips were soft and warm and your favorite taste in the world. He kissed you like he had something to prove, like he wanted to show you it was okay to tell him you loved him, to tell him you wanted him there. Mostly because he knew it already. He had always known.

Not long after, you were finally back in bed. You were wrapped around him, and he was equally wrapped around you. Everything felt right now. Comfortable. Safe. Like home.

After he made sure to check if everything was truly okay, which you reassured him it was, you sighed. “Fine.”

“What?” He sounded sleepy.

“Maybe I did miss you too much.” Your voice was low, barely a whisper. As if admitting that was too much to be said any louder.

Soonyoung giggled, pressing you slightly closer to him and lips finding their way to your forehead. “I knew it.”

You pinched his waist, “Shut up.”

“I love you,” he said. You knew he was smiling, even if your eyes were closed already. You could hear it.

“Love you, too.”

a/n: hi everyone welcome to another episode of karol is obsessed with mmf and she feels like she won’t be able to write anything that doesn’t belong to this universe anytime soon !!!! last week i was on a trip and i couldn’t sleep one night and i was like :/ soonyoung would for sure show up if i couldn’t sleep :/ so yeah ! this idea happened and i finally had the time/inspiration to write it yesterday. it takes place during mmf, prob somewhere mid december :D so! yeah! if you’re not familiar with it, you can read mmf here :D anyway! hope you’ll enjoy this lil thing and, as usual, my askbox is open! mwah!

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