This Is Our Second Skin (Frerard)

18: Drunk Starr Writes Smut Once Again Lol

*lots of smut - have fun folks*

"Frank..." Gerard whined softly, pulling away from Frank's mouth with a soft pop, moving down to his neck so he could begin suckling the black scorpion inked into his skin, causing Frank to release a low moan of appreciation in response.

"Y-yeah?" Frank gasped, his hips snapping upward as Gerard bit down slightly. Frank quickly forced himself to lie back in his previous position, but not before Gerard had felt Frank's hard cock straining against the constricting denim of his jeans in the short amount of time it had been pressed against him.

"I - I need, can I..." Gerard trailed off, tugging at the hem of Frank's shirt in the hopes that he would understand what Gerard was getting at, because Gerard seemed to have lost his voice, his entire vocabulary had been erased by the cloud of lust that was currently overtaking his mind now that he could finally touch Frank in the way he had been wanting to since before they had spoken one word to each other.

"You - oh fuck," Frank cried out when Gerard's hand slipped under the waistband of his jeans, "you don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Frank forced the words past his gritted teeth, his body trembling slightly as Gerard traced the outline of his dick with one finger.

"I want to...so badly - please Frank."

"Okay," Frank nodded eagerly, his blown out pupils meeting Gerard's for a long moment before he reached down, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift movement, exposing his tattooed chest to Gerard's roving gaze.

"Holy fuck Frank," Gerard moaned, because he had known that Frank had tattoos, but not this many; Frank was literally covered, his skin transformed into a piece of art that Gerard could stare at for ages and never get enough of, but this was a painting he could touch, and lick, and kiss, and he was definitely going to take advantage of that fact.

And not only was the ink on Frank's skin drawing Gerard's attention, but every inch of Frank seemed to scream for his touch, from his collarbones to his slight belly that Gerard found himself nuzzling as he traced the cursive words lining Frank's hips with his tongue, his nose pressed deep into Frank's flesh, the scent of sweat, and Frank's detergent, and just Frank in general filling him up as he took his time exploring every nuance of Frank's body that he could reach.

"Gerard," Frank gasped weakly, his hands pulling Gerard up so he could connect their lips once again, his tongue immediately invading Gerard's mouth with a feverish intensity behind his motions, and oh - Frank was grinding against him shamelessly now, his denim clad legs wrapping around Gerard as he pushed their lower halves together, and fuck - feeling the pressure of Frank's erection against his own was too much, especially in a skirt, causing Gerard to whine loudly as a rush of heat blossomed in his lower belly.

Gerard bit Frank's bottom lip as he rutted against him, crying out softy into Frank's mouth as the minutes ticked onward, and fuck - Gerard could get off like this, he was close already, just having Frank half naked and pressing his hard cock against his clothed skin would be more than enough to tip Gerard over the edge if he let himself, but he wasn't anywhere near ready for this to end just yet, not before he had even been properly touched yet, or gotten to touch Frank below the belt.

"Can I - can I suck you off?" Gerard gasped out once he managed to get his thoughts aligned, because as much as he wanted Frank to fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, he didn't want to come off as too forward, and getting his mouth on Frank's cock was a very close second to having Frank's dick in his ass.

"Holy shit - yes please," Frank groaned, his hands instantly flying to his belt as he tried to undo the stubborn buckle before Gerard took over for him, lifting himself off of Frank's legs so he could remove his jeans entirely, leaving Frank clad in nothing but boxer shorts, spread out and panting on the couch, waiting for Gerard to make the next move.