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Frank and Billy are in love with one woman. That's no news. But what's interesting is their different love languages. Even though their hearts belong to each other and one woman, they express their love differently.

Billy is known for his love of luxury and quality. He's not afraid of enjoying and seeking out the best of the best, be it tea, a suit or a gun. Billy's approach to life is a bit hedonistic in a sense. He loves feeling good, loves making people feel good, be it by his hands or by dressing them in silk and gold.

He has always admired the lifestyle of rich and noble people since his rough childhood, how they held themselves and how they saw the world. It was how he came to meet their girl in the first place. He founded Anvil, a private military firm, to put his and Frank's skills to use, to feel like their time in the military didn't go all to waste. And also to build himself his own small empire, to feel in control of his life and do things how he wanted.

He overheard her talking to Wade in a bar, telling him about how she needed a trustworthy team of skilled people to guard her and her assets. Billy offered his service right then and there. That day, she not only took his business card but his attention for the next week.

Billy remembers going back home, telling Frank about the gig he got them, and he didn't leave out how pretty and hypnotizing the mob was. Frank laughed in his face, saying how Billy says that about any woman he sleeps with. But then Billy gave him a look, and Frank realized that his friend might be in a bit of trouble, and so was he.

Months went by, heated glances in the office and kisses at the back of limos became limbs in tangled sheets and remembering how Frank liked his coffee, how many moles Billy had on his skin and how she liked her eggs in the morning.

Then Billy started loving her differently, without his hands, lips or body. Don't get me wrong, he still enjoys touching her more than anything, he just started loving her in a different way. He started buying her things he thought she'd look pretty in and fit her personal style. If he saw a watch that would pair well with some of her other accessories, you better believe Billy would buy it and gift it to the mob with a kiss on the back of her hand, her neck and her lips.

Of course, Billy bought her flowers, pots of plants, and any plants he thought she didn't have and would love to look after. His gifts seemed normal and pretty common to receive from your lover at the beginning, but then his gifts became bigger, filling a hole in his soul and satisfying a hunger he always had.

He bought her a sports car, even though she already has multiple and barely drives them. But for Billy, she dressed in one of Billy’s favourite dresses on her, the white slip-on that stopped just below her ass and was backless, leaving her back, arms, neck and legs naked. She drove to the ridiculously expensive sports car to one of their favourite high-end restaurants and as soon as they arrived, she was dragged to the toilets and ended up with Billy between her legs with her back to the wall.

He even purchased her a house in the countryside next to a forest and farms. Billy just bought the house because it was old, owned by a Lord a hundred years ago and he couldn't take the image of his girl lounging around the house in silky robes while sunbathing like a cat for hours. It's not even a house, really, it's more of a small castle.

When they would be in the castle during weekends and holidays, Billy got his favourite woman sculpted by a group of young artists from the University nearby. You should have seen his face when he saw the leaflets in the local grocery store, looking for models so the students would get to practice with real-life subjects. He phoned the University that same day and got an appointment with the Fine Arts Professor the next day.

When he told her, she was surprised and told him how she didn't have all the time in the world to be standing there and getting sculpted, no matter how flattering it is to be considered beautiful enough to sculpt. Billy nearly got on his knees while explaining that they would work around her schedule and that it was a dream of his to get a statue sculpted of her, just like Greek deities.

And she accepted. At first, she had to accompany Billy to the University, to meet the teacher and some of the students, but also to see their work and projects. Billy was definitely impressed by the skills of the students and couldn't wait to have them sculpt his girl.

Billy offered their home to use as a studio to sculpt for a couple of days. The professor was hesitant until Billy told him where they lived and he immediately grinned with excitement, sharing that his students would love the change of scenery and feel as if they were actual sculptors being commissioned by a Lord to sculpt his Lady. Billy also shared his one and only condition, which was to keep any finished work of his girl. After all, it was simply for practice. The students accepted once they found out who and where they would work.

Then it was paintings.

When they met some of her clients, Steve and Bucky, a friendship quickly blossomed. Billy found himself really enjoying the presence of the two super soldiers, whenever they showed up at her office or when they were invited over for tea. Once when they were talking, Billy looked to the side and found Steve completely absorbed in a piece of paper. He had a pencil in hand, sketching away while everyone else was absorbed in the conversation.

Billy was curious and took a peek, and was surprised to find Steve sketching his girlfriend's profile as she went on about something that Billy had no ability to focus on because all he could see was the sketch and the sketch alone. After that, Billy made it his mission to ask Steve more about his art, which then transformed into an invitation to Steve's personal art studio where he showed the throuple his work.

Billy soon offered to commission Steve for a painting of his girl. He was willing to allow Steve months to paint and sketch, provide him with space in their home to paint and pay him beyond generously for his time and skills. Steve accepted immediately, he loved art, and he would love to paint the woman. She was absolutely beautiful and one of his muses after all.

Steve would end up sitting in the middle of their spacious living room in their château, surrounded by brushes and paint tubes, and a big canvas. While his subject was lounging on a sofa, her body half covered by thin white fabric, falling in her curves and dips and hugging her skin like the fabric was weaved for her skin and her skin only.

Billy would make tea, prepare snacks and sit down to admire his girl. He would talk during the process, ask her about her day and whatnot when Steve was not painting her face. Then he would feed her when she wanted a snack or a drink and was not allowed to move. And when they were done for the day, he would run her a bath, sit behind her and tell her about how much he loves her and how beautiful and perfect she is. Then when she was all dried up, he would rub lotion into her precious skin and massage her back and calves. As long as she's his, he's going to treat his so much better than anyone ever could, making goddesses in ancient myths jealous.

Frank on the other hand is a bit different. He’s the most himself when he gets to express his love through acts of service. Frank loves domestic life. There is something in the simplicity of it that makes him feel truly at ease and most comfortable.

Frank would rather do something by himself than hire someone to do it instead. He can cook, so he will cook for Billy and their girl. He can fix doors, creaky hinges, flickering light bulbs and practically anything. If something breaks in their home? Call Frank. He would be more than happy to fix it.

Frank once found his girl crouched on the floor, almost crying at a flower pot that fell and broke, and it wasn't just any flower pot, it was a gift from one of her friends. Frank looked at the mess of dirt and broken pieces and reassured her that he could fix it. It won't be as perfect as new, but he will save it as much as he can. And he did, and now it sits in their kitchen near the window and not a day goes by that Frank doesn't get all warm and fuzzy whenever he sees his girl smiling while watering the flowers in the pot.

If the clasp of his girl's watch broke? Frank would try to fix it by himself, and more often than not he succeeds. That man was so good with his hands, he could practically do anything. Not only can he wring out orgasm after orgasm from her with just his hands, but he can build her an indoor jacuzzi, refurbish their kitchen, build a shed from scratch and would damn well build a house if she asked him to.

He loves having projects to do. He needs to have something to fill his time outside of work. His girl was thinking about installing a new bookshelf in her office? Frank has already measured the space, found what type of wood his girl would like the most, how big or small she would want it and how long it'll take to build. He's truly a DIY man.

No matter how much Billy tells him to leave something alone because they can call someone to take care of it, Frank never listens. He will do it himself. This is his home, his family, and he will pour his blood, sweat and tears into building it.

He's a sentimental man after all, he wants to leave his mark on everything that surrounds him and the people he loves.

There's a lot of things Frank and Billy love about their girl. But one of them must be her sense of style and choice of clothing.

She dresses well, in all colours and textures, she has money and she makes sure to spend it on herself, to spoil herself with all types of shoes and jackets.

But this is specifically about her choice of bottoms, be it shorts, skirts or trousers. Her boys love it all.

Their girl wears slacks with a blazer and white button up on days where she needs to dress professionally to meet clients. Sometimes it's the ones that are tight around her hips, ass and thighs and a bit loose down at the bottom. Billy loves how it accentuates the shape of her legs, and how her thighs look wrapped around his waist when he catches her in a corner to kiss her senseless.

However, when she's in a certain mood, she wears shorts with her blazer. The same fabric as the slacks would be, just so much shorter, leaving the length of her smooth legs naked. Frank would notice her walking around with her hands in her pockets, button-up open midway with nothing underneath, and the sleeves of her blazer rolled up, chin tilted up, glaring and speaking in that serious cold tone to clients on hard days.

Frank would obsessively run his hands on her inner thighs when they're sitting, constantly trying to wiggle his fingers inside the leg holes to just touch her. 

Billy loves it when his favourite girl shows up to work in a tight skirt, with a blazer, or just a button-up shirt, tucked in. Her skirts are usually short, stopping just below her ass, paired up with boots to her knees, which end up distracting Billy for the rest of the day. He's shameless in his staring as well, checking her backside out every time she walks by, leaning back and stopping mid-sentence to just stare at her ass if he doesn't sleep with her in the same bed every night.

When they're not working, she usually wears leggings, sweats, jeans and comfortable basketball shorts, outside in public when they're running errands or out eating.

Frank thanks whoever created leggings every single time his girl is hanging around the house, the fabric stretched and hugging every single dip and swell of her skin. If he doesn't grope her ass or swats her thighs at least once, is he really doing his job as a boyfriend?

He also loves her in basketball shorts because she's comfortable in them, and they're easy to take off. But he likes her in them because she manages to look younger in them, hair natural, face bare, wearing a random t-shirt, shorts and socks. And the sight always makes him want to protect her even more and keep her happy for the rest of their lives. 

Frank and Billy both agreed once that she looks especially delicious in girl boxers. She wears them for comfort around the house, but also to work out in the gym down in their basement. Her boxers leave nothing for the imagination because they show everything. It's not her fault that her pussy's just puffy and it always manages to be visible when she wears tight boxers. The swell between her legs is practically a honey trap, because everytime she wears nothing but her boxers, Frank and Billy are ready to do something stupid.

Once, while she was in the gym, punching away at a sandbag, Frank and Billy suggested that both of them will spare in the ring, and whoever wins will get her to sit on their face. She agreed. 

But none of them yielded after 10 minutes of sparing. The longer they kept at it, the wetter she was starting to get. And also lowkey worried, because both were serious as fuck about winning. 

She ended up stopping them midway and playing rock paper scissors because she didn't want them bruised and sore on a weekend. Frank won and had his face ridden that day in the middle of the ring. Billy got his turn after they showered in the evening, in the living room. 

Not only Billy loves her short skirts, but also the long ones. One Halloween party at a château, they all decided to dress like in the show, Game of Thrones. Frank ended up as a knight, with the armor and the sword, Billy was a prince, with a dark velvet jacket, golden buttons, dark trousers and a sword at his hip. She was dressed as a princess, with a beautiful dark dress, a corset wrapped around her waist and a small tiara in her hair. 

Her skirts were layered and long, the fabric soft and expensive. She looked absolutely stunning, as if she came straight out of the show, or any fantasy show for that matter. That night, she ended up with her back pressed to a tree in the garden, skirts hunched up at her waist while Billy was on his knees, face buried between her legs, eating her out as if he was both starving and thirsty for a hundred years when he was sipping at wine 10 minutes ago inside. 

But it was totally another thing when they're at home, under the sheets and she's wearing a pair of panties. They could be soft, made of cotton, pastels or dark in colour, or they could be lace, also in pastel or dark colours. She had all of them. Frank loves buying her new panties he finds online and thinks they'd look cute on her, and makes her try them on everytime. A small fashion show if you will, of her holding her sweater up and turning around in her new panties, showing them off to Frank as he sits at the edge of the bed and admires his girl. 

Or she could be wearing a pretty pair of panties under a pleated skirt. And Billy would be wondering what pair of panties is she wearing that day, are they pink? Blue? Black? And then he'd watch her randomly bend over while she's cleaning the living room, picking up a stray pillow and feel his cheek heat up at the peak of her panties. And then he would have to leave the room, so she wouldn't catch him staring and call him a pervert or hit him with a pillow. 

It's not his fault he's literally obsessed with anything she wears. Billy is a weak man to the woman who holds his heart in her hands.

Sometimes when they would go to a bar, she would wear a pair of low rise jeans with thongs, the strings hugging her hips. And it's even worse, because not only Billy and Frank would be staring, but so is the whole bar. So they would be extra touchy during the time at the bar while she's having fun with her friend, Peter, laughing and talking about anything and everything. 

And other times, she would wear a black bikini under jean short shorts, one of Frank's flannel shirts, open and hanging off her shoulders. With a pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on her head. She would be glowing and giggling at the bar with Peter at her side, the two talking and dancing together to the music. They would be playing pool and make everyone do a double take everytime they walked by. And it would drive both Frank and Billy up the wall. 

Their girl could do whatever she wanted, but it was just how everyone was staring, and how some men thought it'd be a good idea to approach her and try to buy her a drink. No matter how many times she would tell them she's taken, and not matter how many times either Frank and Billy had to walk up and say she's taken to the men's faces. They still wouldn't understand. Maybe it was the alcohol in their system that made them stupid, but either way Billy was ready to shoot someone in the face and Frank wanted to try this new trick he learned last week to break someone's neck.

I may get a time to render this, it needs a little background, loving the HANDS 😭😭😭😭 can someone cut his hands off and send them to me⁉️