Kitten Play and Wolf Love (B2) (KPAWL)

Chapter fourty eight

"It was only a false alarm." Frank sighs into his phone heavily, looking down to Gerard. The boy huffs in his sleep, snuggling closer into Frank's leg.

"That's good, I understand this could have turned into a shit storm. Thank you Doctor."

"Goodbye Frank." He ends the call, locking his phone.

Frank runs a hand through Gerard's hair. His black roots had defiantly grown in by now, blond bangs flopping down to his eyebrow. Frank still doesn't know why his hair has been dyed that color, he probably never will. He knew so little about what Gerard went through at the time. All that mattered was that he was safe. Frank was to make sure of that.

He leans down, kissing Gerard on the forehead before laying back down, pulling the fertile into his arms.

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Gerard wakes up panting, the room hot and stuffy. He can hear Frank in the kitchen, probably making some kind of breakfast.

Slick runs down his thigh and Gerard groans, kicking off the covers and whining loudly.

"Gerard?" Frank calls, stopping his movements in the kitchen for a moment to listen. Another load cry comes from the bedroom and he puts the pancake mix box back on the counter.

"Gee, are you- oh shit." Frank says as he opens the door, his pants tightening at the heavy sent the hangs in the air.

"Master!" Gerard jerks, rolling over and slowly crawling up to Frank. He shakes viably, tugging on the end of the other's pajama pants.

Frank shushes him, picking Gerard up from under his arms and putting him back up to the top of the bed.

He strips Gerard quickly, sliding two fingers in for prep at once.

"Master." Gerard moans, clawing at Frank's shoulders and pushing down on his fingers. His hips jerk violently and Frank has to hold them down as he enters a third finger, finding his prostate and rubbing nicely up against the bundle nerves. 

Gerard babbles, his voice going higher and lower as his upper body twists and turns. Frank rolls him over, slipping in a fourth finger. Gerard whines, kicking his legs until Frank drapes his own over them, keeping them in place.

He screams annoyance, raising up on his elbows. Frank loops two fingers in his collar ring, pulling him back down face first into the bed. Gerard yowls, punching the sheets in desperation. Frank's fingers slip out and he clenches on nothing, sighing in relief as he feels the head of Frank's dick against his heat.

There's silence for a moment, heavy breathing creating white noise. Gerard whimpers, trying to push back. He arches his back, sticking his ass in the air.

Frank drapes himself over him, keeping his legs pinning Gerard's down as he slides his arms over the other's

"Beg." Gerard makes a inhuman sound, bucking against Frank, which is the only thing he can do at the moment.

"Beg, Kitten." Gerard whimpers.

"Please master! Fill me up with your thick knot. Please, I need it." Frank starts to slowly slide in.

"Please! Please! Oh Master! Plea-" Gerard is cut off by the hand around his throat.

"Shut it." Gerard whines, finally getting what he wants as Frank sets a fast pace, hitting his prostate on almost every thrust.