☆~•One Last Kiss•~☆

☆★Not a Date...★☆

Gerard told them it wasn't a date. It's not like Mikey believed him, but Gerard didn't give a flying fuck whether his brother believed him or not. He didn't give a shit because all that he was focused on right now was the whimpering, moaning mess of Frank below him, begging him for more, his voice breathy and strained.

"Please, Gerard, please..." came Frank's small voice, his nails digging into Gerard's back. Gerard pushed deeper inside of Frank, letting out his own moan of pleasure, gently rubbing Frank's shoulders as the smaller man took him.

"You're doing so well..." he praised softly, throwing his head back to let out a long groan, still rubbing his shoulders. The smaller man was taking him with no preparation and no lube, the first time they've done that. Sure they've fucked before, but it was always with lube. Now they were both drunk, Frank getting split open on Gerard's cock over his bed.

"God, Gerard, please!" Came Frank's voice, now more desperate and whiny, more high pitched, his fingers scrabbling harder over Gerard's back as he rolled his hips in time to match his thrusts, throwing his head back to let out a cry of ecstasy as Gerard landed a specifically hard thrust straight onto his prostate, and Frank heard Gerard's little chuckle come from above him.

"Good boy, just keep being a good boy" Gerard cooed, speeding up his movements, pounding harder into Frank, who responded with whimpers and gasps, sounds that bordered the line between pain and pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuck, dammit!" He cried, eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth open is a silent scream of ecstasy, before biting down onto his shoulder, silencing his moans and screams.

"Shit- you little werewolf~" teased Gerard, moving one of his hands to rub the back of Frank's neck, trying to soothe him.

"Oh god, I'm gonna!" Frank began, only to get cut off by Gerard's hiss of disapproval.

"No, you're not. You're gonna hold it" he growled, biting down sharply on Frank's earlobe, eliciting a yelp of pain from the smaller man.

"Y-Y-Yes Gerard..." Frank managed to strain out, forcing himself to hold back his orgasm, biting down onto his lip, gritting his teeth.

"You're gonna hold back until I tell you you can cum." Gerard growled, grabbing a fistful of his partner's hair and yanking it back to expose the pale column of his throat, moving his jaws down to bite down onto it.

"Ow! Yes, Gerard..." whimpered Frank, letting out a gasp of pleasure mingled with the pain of the sharp bite.

"Good boy..." praised Gerard, smirking against the soft skin of Frank's throat.

"I can't anymore... it's too much, it hurts..." strained out Frank, his voice hoarse with effort.

"No, you can... focus on me.." Gerard commanded, pressing a soft kiss to Frank's forehead, who nodded weakly and took a deep breath to steady himself. Gerard gently ran his hands over the outlines of Frank's tattoos, each one memorized- the pumpkin, the "Keep the Faith" the "Bob hates ____." One, each one, he had memorized.

"Can I cum... please?" Begged Frank, his voice strained and pleading, looking up at him with vulnerability in his eyes.

"Fine, yes... you can" he growled, speeding up his movements again, now pounding into him so hard that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall.

"Thank you- thank-" Frank's moans of gratitude got cut off by a loud cry of pleasure as he came, spilling his seed over his own stomach, arching his back.

"Good job, sweetie..." Gerard praised as he slowed his movements a little bit, trying not to overstimulate the poor boy, then slowed down even more at the sound of a pained whimper.