Kitten Play and Wolf Love (B2) (KPAWL)

Prolog

A/N: I'M SHIT AT SMUT. But, I write it anyway. (CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE)

WARNING: THIS SHIT IS STRAIGHT UP GAY KNOTTING. IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

Gerard wakes up in a sweat. The boy pants, looking over to the clock on his left.

The red letters read 5:48 AM. He doesn't understand how that could happen. He usually slept like a kitten, literally. Why on Earth would he wake up this ear-

Oh. The boy thought as slick ran down his calf.

"MAAAAAAAMMMMAAAAA!" Mrs. Way comes down the stairs leisurely. Elena had taught her how to tell what phase Gerard was in by his scent easily. The mother was ready, throwing gigantic bottle of lube on the bed (even through they wouldn't need it.) and pulling out her phone to call Linda back.

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Frank runs down Gerard's street quickly, lugging a back pack full of shit with him.

His mom knew too much about gay sex.

Sighing, he knocks on the Way's door, being bombarded when it opens and Donna and Mikey come rushing out. They close the door behind him quickly.

"Okay," Mama Way say, panting. "I need to talk to you before his scent spreads so listen quickly. You hurt him, I kill you. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am."

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By the time Frank gets down to the basement,
Gerard has flipped on to his stomach, his legs shaking. The boy lets out yowls.

The brown haired boy at the door rushes over, pulling Gerard over onto his back and sitting next to him on the bed.

"You okay?" Gerard groans, tipping his head back and rutting his hips up into thin air. The eighteen year old had taken his clothes off in attempt to get away from the heat that clung to his skin, his attempts unsuccessful.

"Do I look o-fucking-kay?!" Gerard screams out, grabbing Frank by this hair and pulling him down into a kiss. The room's air is thick and the younger boy's brain seems to be five miles behind his body as he pulls both of his legs over Gerard's hips. Without breaking the kiss, Gerard pulls Frank's sweatpants down, getting frustrated and kicking them off halfway down his calf. He pulls the other's shirt to his chest, making Frank lift up one arm next to his head at a time to get the terrible thing up to his neck.

The boy on top breaks the kiss quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and leaning back down to attach his lips to the older's neck, causing Gerard to moan.

Without taking his head away from the other's neck, Frank reaches down. Gerard opens his legs, planting his feet on the bed. The chubby boy whimpers as Frank slides two fingers into him at once, spreading them.

Frank kisses down his neck, sucking on his nipples as a distraction. Gerard lets out a sound in the gray between a moan and a groan of pain, arching his back and rutting his hips so hard Frank has to hold them down. Gerard only moans this time.

"You like that?" Frank asks, adding a third finger. Gerard only answers with a happy groan. Frank slips in a fourth finger, searching around for the other's prostate.

"OH FUCK YES." Frank looks up to Gerard, rubbing repeatedly over the bundle of nerves.
He removes his fingers slowly. The older boy in the room groans at the empty feeling, clenching on open air.

Frank lubes himself up with the slick already on his fingers, lining up. He looks to Gerard one last time, pushing in slowly until he bottoms out.

Frank lets Gerard adjust for a few moments, his dick both longer and wider than his fingers. He braces himself back over Gerard, balancing on his forearms.

"Okay you can m-move." Frank nods, grabbing one of Gerard's hands and moving slowly.

"Wait." Frank stops quickly, looking at Gerard and trying to stay still. "I know you want to make this shit special. But, I'm in heat and you obviously want to pound my ass. So you better fucking fuck me like you fucking mean it."

Frank nods, pulling out and turning Gerard into his stomach, slipping his hands underneath his arms and rendering them useless.

"Go motherfucker." Frank angles his hips down so he hits Gerard's prostate on every thrust, throwing caution to the wind.

Gerard makes little "ah." sounds right before the bedpost slams into the wall, creating a weird pattern that the neighbors could surely hear.

Frank bites into the other's neck again, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking on it.
Gerard starts to quiver, his moans growing long and his thighs shaking. Frank is close too, a sweat finally braking out over his brow.

"Holy moTHER OF FUCK SHIT SHIR M-M!" He doesn't finish his sentence, emptying onto the Star War sheets under him and going completely lax under Frank's assault.

The boy keeps going, biting purple and blue marks into Gerard's pale neck and uttering a reoccurrence of "mine." Gerard whimpers in over sensitivity, clutching the sheets and waiting to fall over the cliff of way too much.

But, he never does, Frank's knot starts to grow and the boy can soon only move a couple centimeters, barely touching Gerard's prostate.

"Please M-Mmm." Gerard can't seem to finish his sentences, his brain too foggy.

"What was that baby?" The boy over Gerard asks, still trying to rut up.

"Master." Frank barley hears what Gerard says, his mind going blank for a moment before he shoots his load. He groans out a last "mine.", collapsing onto the other's back.

The two wait a moment to move before Frank positions Gerard's arms and pulls his hair over one shoulder. He makes sure to grab the blankets behind them before slowly pulling them into a lying position on their sides.

"So what did you call me?" Frank questions teasingly, pulling the blankets over them and wrapping his arm and leg around Gerard.

"If your dick wasn't stuck up my ass I would run away." Gerard says, burying his face into his pillow.

"Kitten.........." Frank tweaks Gerard on the mark he sucked into his skin, causing the other to whimper and tilt his head back. Gerard purses his lips and tells the dom reluctantly.

"Master...." His cheeks burn as he tries to burry himself into the pillow, wondering if he could unknot them if he tried.

Frank groans quietly, pulling Gerard closer to him and reaching for his backpack.

"I like it." He pulls out a couple things from the black bag, first poking a straw in a milk
carton and resting it against the pillow for Gerard to sip at.

Frank unclips the thin felt chocker from around Gerard's neck, replacing it with a new leather one. He dings the bell and pulls on the bigger O-ring, testing.

"This one should shift with you."

"How?"

"E-Bay magic."

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I DON'T KNOW HOW I AM AT WRITING SMUT I NEED FEEDBACK PEOPLE!

Also: ARE YOU READY FOR BOOK 2?

Votes and comments are always appreciated. I'll see you peoples soon.