A/N: Okay we're a couple days behind but we're getting back on track. I've been sick but all is well and I'm getting back into it
Also, the boots Gerard wore during the first NJ show were what i was thinking about while writing this
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I'm just so obsessed with them.
If the ending of this feels rushed it's because it is 👍 it's like half two in the morning and my eyes hurt
Frank tensed his muscles under the leather cuffs binding him to the headboard, a slight anxiety thrumming under his skin as he listened for any footsteps or signs implying his partner was nearby. Every sense felt amplified due to his current lack of sight, acutely aware of the soft material covering his eyes.
The sound of footsteps moving down the hall sent another wave of anxiety through Frank's body as he recognised the heavy thud of leather boots. The door to the room he was in opened suddenly, the same footsteps now reverberating off the floorboards of their shared bedroom.
"Look at you," Gerard practically purred, moving to stand in front of the bed, looking down at Frank with a predatory gaze.
Frank whined softly as a hand traced up the inside of his thigh, exceedingly desperate after having been bound hours ago and then promptly left in the dark - quite literally. He heard the sound of Gerard's boots moving up the side of the bed as he traced a hand up his body, his cool fingers touching gently over his hips and up to his chest.
"Such a good boy," Gerard crooned, "tell me what you want, my prince."
"Please-" Frank gasped, desperate for any semblance of affection after being left on edge for hours, "Please, master, touch me. Please, I've been a good boy."
Gerard ran a hand through Frank's messy hair lovingly, "You'll get your wish," he chided, smirking at his sub's neediness before reaching to pull off his blindfold.
Frank blinked slowly, eyes not adjusted to the harsh light after being submerged in darkness for so long. He looked to the side, noting the big platform boots his partner had paired with a pair of leather pants and simple chest harness. Frank's watery eyes met with the strong gaze of his partner, the harsh look he was being given making him instantly break eye contact.
Gerard pulled himself over Frank with one skilful manoeuvre, sitting atop his tattooed thighs, "Such a good boy," Gerard said quietly, almost a whisper as he leaned over to kiss softly over his partner's collarbones and down his chest.
Moaning gently, Frank attempted to buck his hips up in search of friction, his movements being met with a cautionary slap.
Gerard tugged on Frank's hair as he pulled their faces closer, eyes roving over the desperate submissive before his eyes finally landed on his slightly agape mouth. He smirked softly before spitting swiftly into his submissive's mouth, watching as every muscle in his body seemed to tense and he swallowed slowly.
After what seemed like hours of teasing, Gerard finally redirected his attention to his partner's hard and aching cock. Frank moaned loudly as a hand finally wrapped around him, almost ready to cry from relief after having been on edge seemingly forever.
Gerard cooed praise at him softly as he stroked Frank's cock, loving the way his submissive reacted to even the slightest touch - his skin now glistening with a soft sheen of sweat. Frank's breaths became shallower and his whines more high pitched as he finally came, spilling over his stomach as he moaned.
