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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Frank sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Gerard angrily strip off his bikini and panties. "Sweetheart, please," Frank said. "I'm sorry. I should have told you about the trip to France. I didn't mean to keep it from you."
Gerard turned to face Frank. "You should have told me, Frank," he replied. "I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other." Frank hung his head, unable to meet Gerard's gaze.
"I know, and I'm sorry," he admitted. "I messed up."
Gerard sighed heavily. "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me," he confessed and Frank reached out to Gerard, his hand hovering in the air as if unsure whether to touch him.
"I was scared, sweety," he admitted. "Scared of how you would react, scared of losing you." Gerard's anger softened slightly at Frank's confession. "I understand, Frank," he said, his voice gentler now. "But you can't keep things from me like that. We're supposed to be a team, remember?" Frank nodded. "I know, and I promise it won't happen again," he vowed.
Frank reached out and grabbed the panties Gerard had discarded, holding them up tentatively and he brought them to his nose and took a deep sniff, savouring the scent. Gerard couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" he exclaimed between giggles, shaking his head in amusement and Frank grinned, his own laughter bubbling up as he held the panties aloft like a trophy.
"Just trying to lighten the mood," he replied and Gerard chuckled. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" he teased and Frank shrugged. "Hey, anything to make you smile," he said and Frank playfully tucked the panties between his teeth, pretending to gnaw on them like a dog with a bone.
He glanced over at Gerard, who was deep in conversation about the latest bikinis he had set his eyes on, completely oblivious to Frank's antics.
"So, I was thinking about getting that red bikini I saw online," Gerard said, gesturing animatedly as he described the swimsuit in detail. Frank nodded along, trying to focus on Gerard's words while still holding the panties between his teeth. He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the absurdity of the situation.
As Gerard continued to talk, Frank tried to interject with the occasional nod or grunt of agreement, all while still holding onto the panties with a playful grin.
Frank reached out and pulled Gerard close to him on the bed and he began to stroke Gerard's cock. Gerard gasped in surprise at Frank's sudden advance, his body responding eagerly to Frank's touch. "Daddy, what are you doing?" he whispered and Frank leaned in close, "I want you, baby."
Frank lowered himself between Gerard's legs, his lips trailing hot kisses along Gerard's inner thighs and he could feel the heat radiating from Gerard's body.
As he reached his destination, Frank took Gerard's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as he savored the taste of his lover.
With each flick of his tongue, he elicited a gasp of pleasure from Gerard and Gerard's hands threaded through Frank's hair, urging him on. "Oh, daddy," he moaned. "That feels so good."
