onward, forward

physical intimacy prompts

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"Oh, fuck, right there, right there -"

"Yes, yes, mmm, that's so good, Griffin, fuck -"

"How did you get so - god damn - so good at this?"

"Because." Griffin smoothed his hands over Fran's back, wanting to wink even though he knew she wouldn't see it. "I'm good at everything."

"No, seriously." She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, which was now free of all knots. "How did you get so good at this?"

The simple answer? He'd gotten a lot of massages in his life. Regardless of how many that he showed up to drunk or high, it was hard not to pick up a few things here and there. The more complicated answer? He went down a YouTube rabbit hole during the early days of his and Vic's marriage, hoping he could offer her something more than stress headaches and an unrelenting schedule. But he didn't tell her that, because that would kill the mood. In fact, he didn't respond to her with words at all. Instead he shuffled backwards until he was hovering over her thighs and ran an affectionate hand over the swell of her ass before giving it a firm spank.

"Oh, fuck me," she muttered, jerking forward into the mattress.

"After." He hooked his fingers underneath her panties and pulled them up over her cheeks to give him the best access to her glutes. "If you're not too sore."

"I don't care how sore I am." Once again she glanced at him over her shoulder, and the sight of it while he was holding her ass in his hands was enough to make his dick twitch. "Besides, I'm always sore when you're finished with me."

He couldn't help but frown at that. The reminder that no matter what he did to show her that he was so fucking fond of her, it always hurt in the end.

"Griffin?" she asked.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah?"

"You're sure you can't just... put it in while you work?"

physical intimacy prompts

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"Oh, fuck, right there, right there -"

"Yes, yes, mmm, that's so good, Griffin, fuck -"

"How did you get so - god damn - so good at this?"

"Because." Griffin smoothed his hands over Fran's back, wanting to wink even though he knew she wouldn't see it. "I'm good at everything."

"No, seriously." She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, which was now free of all knots. "How did you get so good at this?"

The simple answer? He'd gotten a lot of massages in his life. Regardless of how many that he showed up to drunk or high, it was hard not to pick up a few things here and there. The more complicated answer? He went down a YouTube rabbit hole during the early days of his and Vic's marriage, hoping he could offer her something more than stress headaches and an unrelenting schedule. But he didn't tell her that, because that would kill the mood. In fact, he didn't respond to her with words at all. Instead he shuffled backwards until he was hovering over her thighs and ran an affectionate hand over the swell of her ass before giving it a firm spank.

"Oh, fuck me," she muttered, jerking forward into the mattress.

"After." He hooked his fingers underneath her panties and pulled them up over her cheeks to give him the best access to her glutes. "If you're not too sore."

"I don't care how sore I am." Once again she glanced at him over her shoulder, and the sight of it while he was holding her ass in his hands was enough to make his dick twitch. "Besides, I'm always sore when you're finished with me."

He couldn't help but frown at that. The reminder that no matter what he did to show her that he was so fucking fond of her, it always hurt in the end.

"Griffin?" she asked.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah?"

"You're sure you can't just... put it in while you work?"