Pudding Fic (Frerard Smut)

Pudding Pt.2

If Part One was too much for you, it's only getting worse from here on out. Buckle your seat belts it's getting bumpy.

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I sit in the bath tub naked. Gerard says he'd come back quickly, I bite my lip. 'Quickly' is not soon enough, I look down to my crotch, no, it's not soon enough.  He walks back in, the same metal bowl from before in his hands.
      "Oh baby, I can't tell what's blushing more." He smirks.
     "G, I need you." I say.
     "When have I ever come that easy?" He teases, I whimper.
     "Oh Frankie, baby, we'll get to that. We're going to have a little fun first." He says, "I need you on your knees, baby boy."
     "Ger-" I start but her interrupts me.
     "No, trust me, get on those pretty little knees." I do, I obey him. I'm so nervous, but I obey. He climbs in behind me, he pushes me down. I'm on my hands and knees now. He pushes me farther forward, so I am now on my elbows instead.
     "Perfect, good job darling." I hear him say as he goes in. I let out a moan, I feel plastic, a condom? My mind freezes, a substance finds its way crawling up.
     "G, what the hell is that?" I ask.
     "A game." He says. "Trust me Frankie, it's good, it's so good." It goes in faster and before I know it, my abdomen aches. He doesn't stop, if anything it goes faster.
     "Gerard stop!" I say, attempted to get up, he pushes me back down, my hands collide with the tub with such force, my arms collapse, I'm back on my elbows.
      "Frankie, please, please baby for me." He says, I feel it slow, as one of his hands trace my V-Line. Breathless, I choose to not resist. I choose to let him. I feel helpless, but oh how hard it makes me. His hands reach my crotch. He gently touches, then pulls away.
     "Okay?" He asks.
     "Okay." I groan in response. His hand returns, he tickles, up and down,
I moan. Whatever it was flowing before resumes flowing, my abdomen screaming with pain, but I ignore it. He squeezes on it and slides his hand roughly, sloppily up and down.
      "Hey baby, you're almost done. Oh baby, you did so well. I'm so proud of you." He says. He lets go, the rush of pain hits me like a bullet to the gut. I bite my lip to avoid screaming. He squeezes more in and I let out a small scream.
      "Frankie, please, don't scream, oh baby a little more, just a little bit more." Blood floods my mouth, I broke the skin, my lip drips blood. I try to suck it in before it drips on the bathtub. As he shouts, "Done!", a drop falls to the tub. "Frank! Oh my god! Baby I'm so sorry" he pulls something out. A rush of the substance floods out, immediate relief flushes over me. But then the flow stops, I feel Gerard put his mouth over my hole. And release it again, he releases it, it undoubtedly flowing into his mouth. He slips tongue know and then, I blink the tears from my eyes, as the tension built in my stomach releases itself. I don't know how long it is before its empty, well emptier.
     Gerard strokes my hair before pulling my shoulder, giving me permission to move. I sit up, my ass so sore it hurts to sit. He wipes the corners of his mouth, which have brown all around them.
     "G, what was that?" I ask him, wiping my own face, of blood and tears.
    "Pudding." He says. I can't even think of a response. We sit in a tub, two men, no clothes, and pudding. He looks at me and smiles, completely unfazed. As if guys normally do this. I laugh at him, I can't cry, I can't scream, I can't do anything, so I laugh. Gerard laughs along with me. So we sit naked in a bathtub laughing.

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Part Three will be here soon. Did you even see Part Two Cumming (*dies off laughter of this amazing pun)