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It had taken some bravery, and alcohol, but here he was. Frank standing on Dana’s porch, light buzz pouring through his veins as the rain batters down on his skin.
He didn’t think he would make it. Maybe psych himself out, realise he was driving, remember what he could try fight to have back. He told himself and her, he couldn’t keep doing this, couldn’t keep running back. She gave him a knowing look and moved a bit of his hair out his eyes, then stroked his cheek with her thumb. Pity, she was pitying him.
He didn’t give any warning he was coming, Dana knew, sat waiting with a glass of wine, book and fire burning in the hearth.
He pushes the door open softy, a thud following as he takes his shoes off, hanging his jacket on the hooks. A chill runs down him as he tries to get used to the heat.
He scuffs his feet along like a petulant child, knowing exactly where she would be.
Dana was sat on her favourite chair facing away from the hearth, legs crossed over, reading glasses perched on her nose, book in hand and a glass of while sat on the coffee table. She looked warm, yet her strong features gave away any hope of niceness.
She could feel Franks presence but never looked up, not giving him the time of day. He feels like he may burn holes into her if he stares any longer. He slowly brings up his right hand, hovering it over his mouth for a couple seconds before biting down on his cuticles, drooling onto his fingertips.
Dana lets out a sharp exhale, causing Frank to rip his fingers away and stand more straight. She points one finger out, and he sighs with relief, finally acknowledgement. Frank hurried to kneel at her feet. Holding his head down to look at his hands in his lap.
He sits like this for what could be three minutes or twenty, he wasn’t sure. Everything stops when he is in her house.
Eventually she closes her book, slides her glasses off, sits them on the coffee table and picks up her wine, swirling it a little and taking a sip. A satisfied groan escapes her mouth and she finally looks down at Frank.
God, he’s pathetic.
“Poor boy,” she starts, threading her hand through his hair - slightly greasy. He fights the urge to give a small whimper at the contact, keeping his head facing his lap. “Long day at work, hm?”
Subtle shakes take over his body as he hums and nods his head in agreement, Dana lets out a soft chuckle.
She removes her hand from his hair and hooks a finger under his chin, lifting to truly see his face for the first time this night, dull blue eyes looking back at her.
He thinks he sees a flash of grimace come over her before she manages to mask it, he could cry.
Dana tsks at him, “Robby was cruel to you today, he might be getting tired.”
Frank cocks an eyebrow up at her, wondering what she meant by that. Surely not - “Tired of you, sweetheart.”
A knot forms in his stomach, some bile rising in his throat. That can’t be true, everyone has bad days and take it out on people they loved. Robby loves him. He has too.
Dana takes another sip of her wine and sits it back down, rubbing her thumb over his cheek as a tear falls down his face. “What’s wrong baby boy?”
Frank lets out a long sigh, body shaking more prominently, “Why are you so mean to me?” He rasps out, not believing he actually asked such a question.
Dana’s hand that was on his cheek tightened and she leers down at him, “Christ, if you think this is mean, run to robby,” a beat falls between them for a split second as she slowly digs her blunt nails into his cheek, “or Santos” she huffs.
A small sob falls from his lips at the mention of her, shame creeping up his spine. He tries to mumble apology after apology but she tuts and lets go of his face completely, he still stares up at her.
“No one would understand this, would they?” Dana questions, Frank shakes his head in disagreement.
“No one would put up with this, but me, yes?” Another question with an obvious answer, Frank mumbles a pathetic yes.
“You like the way I love you, baby boy?” She says, inching her face closer to his.
Exhaustion settles deep into his bones, frame deflating in front of her, “Yes, Mama.”
A true smile falls upon Danas face as she closes the gap between them, kissing him deep and raw, not needing to put up a fight knowing how moldable Frank is in this state.
Once she pulls back a line of spit keeps them connected and Frank’s pupils are blown out, always so eager.
“Can you tell me what you want?” Dana asked, liking the way he pushes his head into her hand.
“Mama please,” he whines out, feeling his dick getting uncomfortably hard. “Want your mouth, I need it.”
Dana nods and puts her hands under his armpits, hauling him up from the floor, then removing her touch.
“Will you be a big boy or do I need to strip you?” She glances up at him.
He nods and rubles with his belt, Dana tsks and slaps his hands away, removing his belt and pulling his zipper down, muttering a pathetic while doing so.
Frank is basically shaking in suspense, squeezing his hands in and out at the side.
“You know the rules, don’t touch.” Dana states before pulling out his stiff dick, humming.
Frank hisses at the feeling and nearly ruts into her hand as she spat on it and finally touched him. She runs her tongue along the back of him, inhaling his sent.
He lets out a pathetic whine as she runs along a vain. She teases him for a bit, small kitten licks to his head, long strokes down the back of the dick.
Finally she takes pity as he’s about to beg and takes his head into her mouth, Frank basically seen stars. He closes his eyes and lets his head tilt back, ands flapping softly at his side.
Dana hollows out her cheeks and goes further, gradually getting speed and momentum, Frank grunts and whines moving his fingers back to his mouth, fighting hard and he looks down at her, in awe.
She looks up at him as she takes him to the hilt, glaring, he mumbles about how he’s about to cum around his fingers, drool falling.
She nods her head and can feel it before he actually does cum.
She pulls off him, finally stretching to her height, shorter than him.
She weaves her hand through his hair again as he removes his fingers from his mouth and smashes her lips to him. Making him swallow his own cum.
After he was done, she smiled up at him, holding his face, he melts.
“Thank you, mama.”
She nods and pats his cheek, “Always here for you, baby boy.”