#pedro pascal.

sometimes, frankie is a slow burn sort of guy—the type who does everything a little hesitantly, whether intentionally or not. it’s like he can’t believe it’s real, and then when he begins to realize it is, he wants it to last forever. 

he’s like a devout worshipper of your body, and the notion that you can give yourself so wholly and completely never fails to amaze him. he drinks you in, even when his touches are teasing and his pacing, slow. i think what he would like the best is when you straddle him, hovering just above his lap where his hand can reach down between your spread legs. he’d like that sparkle in your eye, and that soft, beautiful moan you’d delivered when he really touched you after many minutes of just feeling your body. he’d wear a proud grin as he drove you to a much needed orgasm, and then he’d get down on his knees and do it all over again, slow and steady and reverent in the way he took you in.