Demented

Desolation Sex

Gerard ran his hand up Frank's inner thigh. Frank shuddered. Gerard pressed his lips harder to his and led his hand upward, reaching his crotch. He settled his hips onto his, creating friction. Frank gasped, causing Gerard to smirk.

He trailed his fingers down the side of his face, staring him in the eyes, before slowly sliding his tongue in Frank's mouth. Frank grabbed at his hair, letting out a moan. Gerard rotated his hips ever so slightly to tease Frank. The thoughts of getting naked and fucking in their sweat ran through Frank's mind. This was where it was going, as long as he didn't back out. He certainly wasn't going to.

Gerard pulled back and sat his lips on Frank's stomach. He kissed through the cotton fabric of his shirt. The way he did it so slowly was killing Frank. "Take m-my shirt off?" He asked, his voice shaky. Gerard pulled it over his head and went down, leaving a trail of kisses. All of them being sharp edged and lustful.

Once he reached the start of Frank's pants, he paused. He licked the ending of his stomach. Frank stammered his teeth. Gerard began palming him. They had been in a relationship for two days. Those two days being the best days of Frank's existence. Valentine's Day was now the day he looked forward to the most. Of course, thinking about their one year anniversary was a bit irrational, and a bit worrisome. Gerard didn't think about the future. He lived in the moment. And this moment was becoming incredibly unbearable for Frank.

"G-erard?"

"Yeah, Frankie?"

"I-I need you."

"Need me for what?" He continued palming him.

"I n-need you to- touch me. Please?"

"You're gonna have to beg me."

Frank went pink. "P-please, Gee?"

"Keep begging."

"Please? It hurts. I want you really badly. I-I want you t-to make it s-stop hurting."

Gerard simpered. He threw his shirt to the side of the bed. His hands found themselves on Frank's hips, tugging his bottoms down, along with his underwear.

This, being real sex, and not porn, Gerard slid his pants to his knees, and they fell off as he got closer to Frank. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Gerard stared at him. Frank was blushing mad. Gerard had a way of making people uncomfortable.

"You sure?" Gerard questioned. Frank nodded his head rapidly.

"Wait. We don't have any lube."

"Fuck." Gerard glanced around the room. "Um, I'll just use my spit." Frank nodded. "Suck them," Gerard demanded, bringing his fingers to his mouth. Frank obediently took his digits into his mouth and coated them with spit. "Good boy."

Gerard stuck one finger inside him. Frank shut his eyes, moaning as Gerard fingered him. He soon added another finger, and began scissoring him. "Feels good, yeah?" He added the last. Moving his fingers swiftly, he whispered, "You're doing well, baby boy."

"Mm, I'm ready."

Gerard slowly took his fingers out of him. He spat :O in his hands and rubbed his shaft fully. Gerard whispered in his ear,"Tell me if it hurts." He slid himself in, feeling Frank clench around him. Frank whimpered, biting down on his lip. "You have to be careful not to be too loud, or someone will hear you."

"Mm-hm."

"Now that's a good boy." Gerard went in a bit further. He took notice of Frank's discomfort but didn't really care. He knew he would say something if it got unbearable. He went in an inch too fast.