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Please, Mr. Oreo (Little Gee) ***DD/LB, PLS DON'T READ***

"Daddy, can I have my snack now?" Gerard asked patiently, looking over at Frank from across the room.

"Well that depends, are you hungry?"

"I guess..."

"Well what's the magic word..."

"Please?"

"Not good enough."

Frank came dangerously close to Gerard and gripped his shirt, pulling it close to his chest.

"You're gonna have to beg for it, you little slut. Now, what do we say?"

"P-p-please?" He asked again.

"What was that?"

"C-can I p-p-puh-lease have my snack now?" Gee said with puppy dog eyes.

"I don't know, have you been a good boy?"

"Yes daddy."

Frank licked his lips and grinned but couldn't resist that sweet, chubby, little face.

"Alright," he said, setting him down, "You can have your snack."

"Yay! Thank you!" Gerard said, his face lighting up in a smile.

"Mhm."

Frank went over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a pack of Oreos and two glasses of milk. He set a glass infront of his baby boy and sat down.

"T-thank you daddy." He stammered.

Gee was tripping over his words, working extra hard to make sure he pleased Frank.

"H-how many can I have?"

"Hmmm..."

Frank leaned back into his chair and thought for a second. He'd already made Gerard pancakes for breakfast and grilled chicken strips for lunch. He didn't want him eating too much. When he ate too much, he was unhappy with his body which made Frank unhappy for him.

"Five."

"Okay."

He opened the box of oreos and picked up a cookie with his fingers. But Frank stopped him before he could put one in his mouth.

"Uh uh."

"W-what? I thought you said I could have five oreos..."