Frank Iero, the mafia boss, only knew one method: his own. Frank was both respected and feared because of his violent nature and was widely recognized as a sadist.
Then, Gerard Way entered Frank's life by chance, with fate leading Frank to win the a...
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Gerard lay beneath Frank, his back arching slightly as Frank's cock thrust into him rhythmically.
Beads of sweat glistened on their bodies as they moved together in the dimly lit room, the only sound the soft sounds of their labored breathing and the creaking of the bed beneath them.
Gerard's fingers dug into Frank's shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps with each thrust and Frank gripped on Gerard's hips. Frank continued to thrust into Gerard, causing Gerard to choke slightly as he struggled to keep up with the intensity.
"Feel how much I want you, baby," Frank murmured between breaths, his lips brushing against Gerard's ear. "You're mine, Gerard. Mine to make love with." Gerard's breath hitched at Frank's words and despite everything, there was a part of him that craved Frank's affection, that longed to be wanted. Part of him that couldn't deny the pleasure of being wanted, even if it came at such a high cost.
Gerard's scream echoed in the room as Frank's relentless thrusts intensified and his body tensed, overwhelmed by the sheer size and force of Frank's movements. "Oh god, Daddy, you're huge!" Gerard cried out.
Frank's cock filled him completely, stretching him to his limits and it was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Gerard's body convulsed with pleasure as Frank's thrusts hit just the right spot and with a cry, Gerard came. Frank continued to drive into him, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release and as Gerard's climax subsided, he felt Frank's own release building within him. With one final, powerful thrust, Frank emptied himself inside Gerard.
Breathless and spent, they collapsed against each other and the room was filled with the heady scent of sex, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks.
They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and Gerard's fingers traced the contours of Frank's heated skin, feeling the dampness of sweat beading on his husband's body.
Frank's chest rose and fell with the rhythm of his labored breaths, his muscles tense. As Gerard's touch danced across Frank's slick skin, he could feel the heat radiating from his body and each caress elicited a soft moan from Frank, his body responding instinctively to Gerard's touch.
Frank sat up, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath and he turned to Gerard. "Hey, Gee," he said, his voice husky. "I've been thinking. How about we take a trip to Italy? My grandparents would love to meet you."
Gerard's eyes widened in surprise. "Italy? That sounds amazing, Daddy. When do you want to go?"
"As soon as possible," Frank replied eagerly. "I want you to meet them and see where I come from. Plus, it'll be a nice getaway for the two of us." Gerard couldn't help but smile at Frank's enthusiasm. "I'd love to go," Gerard said. "Thank you for inviting me, Daddy."
