A/N: Is Gerard in the mafia or is he just an overly aggressive italian-american businessman? You decide.
Frank heard the low voice of his partner as he stared down at the hardwood floor, his hands clasped obediently behind his back. the dull ache in his knees made itself known as he shifted slightly. The young submissive's partner strode back over as he paced up and down the room, a cell phone still pressed against his ear as he cast one eye towards the needy and exigent sub. The older man muttered something in a language Frank recognized as Italian to the person on the other end of the phone line, his smooth voice flowing like honey as he uttered the foreign language.
Frank suddenly felt his head being jerked back sharply as Gerard clasped a strong hand in his thick black hair. He gazed up dumbly into his Dominant's eyes, brain foggy as the wave of his subspace flowed over him in a deep molasses as he met the stern gaze of the man he devoted his life to.
Gerard stopped speaking for a moment, pulling the phone away from his ear, his grip on Frank's hair grew tighter as he bent down slightly. Their eyes locked briefly before the older man raised an eyebrow at the submissive, almost daring Frank to question him before slowly and precisely spitting on his face.
Frank's face burned with embarrassment, head still being held back by his Dominant, forcing the young submissive to maintain eye contact despite the mortifying position he was in.
After what felt like far to long of the humiliation the intimidating man finally withheld his grip from the young submissive's hair. The older man strode over to the expensive leather sofa, neatly sitting down and crossing one long leg over the other.
With watery eyes, Frank looked up at the intimidating man lounging on the couch, still speaking Italian to whoever was on the other side of the phone, his smooth voice speaking in the foreign language.
The older man raised his right hand and snapped his fingers loudly, successfully gaining the submissive's attention. Gerard pointed down by his feet and Frank immediately began to crawl over to where his Dominant was pointing, earning himself a sly smile from the man he devoted his life to.
Frank came to a stop at his Dominant's feet, watching as Gerard uncrossed his legs, spreading them wider, smirking sadistically, eyeing the younger man as he blushed violently.
Gently, Frank readjusted his knees, willing away the pins and needles that were making themselves known. He sat patiently on the hardwood floor, feeling soothed by the hushed tones of his Dominant speaking so fluently.
Gerard's strong hand wandered up to grasp the thick black hair of the man that knelt before him, absentmindedly tugging on the dark locks as he spoke into the receiver. He scoffed suddenly at a remark from the person he was talking to, his bored expression turning into one of anger mixed with frustration, his angular eyebrows furrowing.
Angrily, the older man muttered something that sounded threatening into the phone and hung up on the call. He then turned to the man that was kneeling patiently at his feet. Gerard grasped the jaw of the younger man, his nails digging into the sides of his face slightly, eliciting a breathy whimper from the submissive.
"Now, my beautiful pup," Gerard whispered softly, leaning in closer to the needy submissive. "You've been such a good boy for me."
Gerard leaned back on the leather couch, the hand that was firmly positioned on Frank's jaw moving down to tug at his sturdy black collar, pulling the man up onto his lap. "I think you deserve a reward. Do you think you've been good enough for me?" Frank nodded desperately, reduced to nothing but moans and whines as the depths of his sub-space rendered him practically nonverbal, "What a good boy," Gerard cooed, his free hand trailing down the submissive's trembling body, gently grazing over his tattooed chest. Gerard's hand trailed slowly over his lover's soft skin, stopping when he reached the short hair above the base of the younger man's hard cock. Gerard's hand remained still for a moment, teasing his submissive and enjoying how his partner keened and whined at the touch.
"Such a good boy for me," Gerard praised lovingly, his hand moving down to begin softly stroking the submissive's leaking dick, "You look so beautiful for me, puppy."
Frank whined loudly, preening at the praise and affection. His head bucked down, nuzzling at the neck of the older man, his body wrought with pleasure. The younger man rolled his hips down on his Dominant's clothed cock, eliciting a soft moan from his partner.
Gerard moved his hand from where it was pleasuring the young submissive, reaching down to undo the fly on his black slacks. He pulled out his own aching cock, stroking himself slowly, his eyes meeting the loving gaze of his submissive.
"Come here, puppy," Gerard moaned out, watching his submissive slowly lower himself onto his dick. "Show me how good you can be. Show your master what a good boy you are."
Frank slowly began moving his hips, reveling in the feeling of being so full, savouring the familiar stretch as his master's thick length filled the small submissive so perfectly. Frank moved his head down to mouth gently at his master's neck, moaning against the pale skin.
"Such a good boy," Gerard whispered softly into the younger man's ear, one hand resting on Frank's tattooed hip, the other moving up to grip possessively at his black hair.
Frank picked up his pace, bouncing on his master's cock. Pleasure flooded the submissive's body, breathy moans and whines falling from his mouth. He pressed his body closer to the older man, craving the closeness.
"Fuck- such a good boy for me. Pleasing me so fucking well," Gerard moved his hand down from the submissive's hair, wrapping his long fingers around the submissive's cock, stroking the younger man roughly.
"Gonna fill you up so fucking good. You take me so fucking well, puppy," Gerard rambled, coming closer to his release.
Frank moaned out brokenly, his thighs burning as he kept up his quick pace. He whined softly, the knot in his stomach growing tighter before he finally came. The submissive moaned loudly, streaking Gerard's once-white shirt with thick ropes of come.
"Fuck, such a good puppy," Gerard growled, his grip on the young man's hip tightening as he thrust up sharply into the sensitive submissive. He listened to the breathy moans and gasps of the younger man, the noises finally driving him over the edge as he came in the submissive's overstimulated hole, "Fuck- such a good boy for me," Gerard whispered to the younger man, "You did so well for me, pup."
