anything in return | frank ocean [+18] complete

pink matter

The sun hurt my eyes even through my lids, so I knew it was pretty late. I should've been up, but I was too comfortable, and nothing the day had in store for me could be better than where I was.

I shifted closer to him, nuzzling my face into his strong, bare shoulder to hide from the light and he responded, shifting closer too. Our legs tangled more, making me smile – our bodies involuntarily aligned, even when we're half conscious... I've been laying here so long, I've become the rise and fall of his chest. There's so much on my mind, so much I need to do, but I can't leave this bed and give up this peaceful moment in his arms.

His scent is all over my sheets, my room...

Tyler made sure to point that out yesterday when he came over to chill, wanting to talk to me about his most recent phone call with our hero, knowing that I would be more excited for him than anyone else. The scent of Ferrari threw him off topic as soon as he stepped foot in my room after our trip to the mall, though. Anybody else would've reprimanded me, hurt at the fact they didn't know me and Lonny reached that point but T just smiled knowingly before changing the subject, ignoring the rush of blood to my face. It almost made me feel guilty about how many of my secrets became Tyler's secrets – but he always noticed. And he knew I would do the same if he ever needed me to.

Lonny stretched under me, muttering in sleepy baritone that he had to take a leak so I rolled over on my back and opened my eyes, silently cursing the brightness while watching him move across the room to my en suite. I stared, unashamed, admiring the color of his skin and the way his back flexes until he's out of view and all I could do is hear the toilet flush and the water run.

I was almost asleep when I felt arms sliding around me again, his beard tickling my skin as his lips planted traveling kisses up my shoulder as well as another kind of touch... I curved my back, pressing my ass against his morning wood, making him breathe deeply against my skin accidentally on purpose because that's what I wanna do. I'm coveted in cologne and strength and spearmint and warmth I'm tempted. I'm always tempted. I knew being 21 would come with challenges but not so early in the game.

Last night was one of them.

Lonny came over after a really late session at the studio with knots in his shoulder blades, stressed, somewhere between drunk and tipsy. I was half asleep, but I mustered up some energy to let him in and make us both some tea. He complimented my nightie, making me self-conscious about how short it was as I shyly brushed him off. He just smirked and sipped his Earl Grey. I sat in his lap, and we stayed there enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence for a while.

I helped him up the stairs to my bedroom and for the sake of his disoriented balance took most of his clothes off, determined to listen to my mind and just sleep but his hand found its way around the back of my neck, causing my body to take over. Before I knew it, we were lip-locked and one of my hands was below the waistband of his briefs. Lonny's abdomen flexed under me, and his labored breaths and muffled groans made me feel very giving...

I owed him, anyway.

So I threw caution to the wind and planted a few soft kisses down his torso with my kiss-swollen lips, eventually letting them take over what I started. The moon illuminated my room through thin IKEA curtains, casting a soft glow over everything – including us. My abrupt decision to please him that way made his body tense, overwhelmed. I whispered the word relax into the darkness. He was hot cocoa and marshmallows to my taste buds, urging me to continue, craving more warm sweetness. He didn't disappoint.

Lonny throbbed and grunted and groaned and frowned and pulled at my curls as fucks littered the air and he shuddered like the edges of his soul were on fire and came while I watched with wide eyes and hands between my own thighs, wanting to be where he was.