a pause takes place of shock before he allows the other control- full trust placed within the other, something h hadn’t been able to do since nancy, and now- he was here, with someone who had before chased him in darkened woods with the express intent to kill him to appease the entity that controlled the realm they inhabited. he was here, allowing his guard to be down to show the other he trusts him, though he wasn’t sure how far he could go with the intent the other had- but he let himself fall under the other’s promises, and freedom seemingly within grasp. 

there was a question upon mind that bothered him- did he fully trust the other? the answer was seemingly yess, position he found himself in got him out of dangerous situations and all for only “one” night, though one turned to two, two to three, and soon enough he found himself under the same mask worn by the other, customized to reflect him- feeling of anonymity and unity seemingly overwhelming him with each and every wear of it- 

soon he found himself giving in, clothes scattered and the other atop him, comfortable sensation, something unlike any other - almost forgetting past, and present, only looking into future that felt more peaceful, small moans escaping him as the other trusts hips, god how did this happen? he was so scared of the other not too long ago- and now- he’s with them for the time being,  ❛ …f-fuck.. ❜ voice chokes out of throat as he sees the other bear his teeth at him- this wasn’t how he had seen his time being spent in the real- not now, not ever, but he was here. he knew if he said the word- Frank would stop and it would end, the night would continue as normal - Frank understood, he knows the past, and trauma connected to his history with the nightmare brought in with him, but he didn’t want it to stop- not yet, he wanted to forever everything bad about the realm for at least a night- forget that he had bad experiences, forget everything if even just for a night. even with the other’s rather aggressive ways- it seeed anything was better than facing the reality. each thrust the other made making him fall deeper into realm of the past, forgetting the memories associated with anything sexual, and only feeling the moment of now- seeing the other, feeling the other’s body heat atop his own, sweat dripping , one of the few times the sensation of breathlessness seemed to be good for him.