The Hue of Autumn is Blood (Frerard)

Chapter 10 - The Abyss

Frank kissed Gerard and ramped his tongue down their throat. Since they didn't need to breathe, they embraced gagging on his tongue without the fear of passing out from a lack of oxygen—though, they may faint regardless from emotional overload.

When Frank licked their fangs, Gerard moaned in his mouth, protruding their fangs further. The cycle of licking and moaning continued and fuck—why did he ever stop?

In between licks, Gerard mumbled, "Frankie... you make me feel so good."

Again, Frank licked the tips of their fangs, "They're so smooth."

"Oh yeah?" Gerard purred, "Promise me you'll never stop."

In their lap, Frank's packer—under which lay his trans dick—grinded against their lower stomach. They yearned for a dick that became hard at will. Imagine if Frank had a dick, connect in flesh and cum, and it poke fully erect into their stomach and they could stroke it through his jeans, becoming harder and harder.

Alas, neither of them had cis man dicks or bottom surgery.

Though, Gerard bet Frank's vagina felt so wet now, their vagina was so wet now. What if they came from Frank touching their lips alone? Holy fuck, that would be so embarrassing—yet also a testament for how stimulating his tongue felt.

If Frank were into it, Gerard would love licking his vagina—better more, his micro dick from testosterone bottom growth. Add that to the list of things to ask Frank once they dated. Gerard hoped they didn't misread the situation and he wanted to date them, and as much as, they adored making out with him, they couldn't do a causal relationship; they love him too much.

In between kisses, Frank mumbled, "I can't believe you want to kiss me, Gee."

Gerard giggled, "You can't believe it? Frankie, you're the man of my dreams." And Gerard meant that very literally.

Frank beamed, his front teeth brushed against their lips and his eyes darted around their face, "Me?"

Sometimes, he acted like such a silly little witch. Gerard licked at his front teeth, "Of course, you. Who else?"

Frank shrugged, "One of the men at your nightclub."

Oh, them. Gerard forgot about their existence, they felt more like objects to play fun little games with rather than real humans they couldn't help but fall in love with. Gerard grinned, "Did they make you jealous, Frankie?"

Frank blushed and gazed down at his belt, "No... I mean..."

Gerard giggled, "Don't worry, Frankie, I will never kiss any of them again." They kissed his lips, "I'm all yours."

Frank played with the hem of their cloak, "All mine?"

Gerard kissed him harder, "Yeah, Frankie, always."

"Gerard, you shouldn't say that." Frank nuzzled his head on their neck, "Why aren't you running away from me?"

Not this again. Gerard hugged him, "Frankie, why aren't you're lips glued to mine?"

Frank's smile and glee from his voice faded, "What if one of us gets hurt?"

They squeezed him tighter, "Frankie, I promise, I'll never let anyone hurt you."

"What if I'm not the one you should be worried about?"

The vampire coven—if it did exist, it must—didn't know about either of them or that a Gerard yearned for a vampire hunter husband. Unless Frank knew about something they didn't, nothing would happen if they kissed, other than them gaining more Frank kisses.