[narrowing his eyes, arm curling around his shoulders as he sinks into him a little more] Then you won't get to hear what I'm thinkin' and I might just tamper with your shit. Your choice, baby.
[trying to ignore the flush that rises to his cheeks as Frank actually looks at him, scoffing quietly] mm, not sure yet, depends on how nice you are to me for the next few minutes. [grinning, tilting his head up to press an actual kiss to his lips]
[Ohh, that causes a shiver. He grins, turning his eyes toward Billy, heavy lidded,] I can imagine...
[He takes the mug, not breaking eye cotnact for a moment.] Wanna tell me?