My Nymph [Frerard Smut]

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"A- and, daddy?" Frank continued, thighs furriously rubbing together to somehow ease the unbearable tense of his semi hard on. "You know our houses are, like, next to each other, right? Do you know how I use that against him?"

"Mmh?" Gerard hummed, it being the only sound he could produce at that moment.

"I lay on the very bottom of the bed, you know it almost touches the window. I take a few drags, just to get me going, and I fuck myself all ways possible"

"What do you mean by drags?" Gerard asked curious, not having noticed that before.

Frank, who had managed to build up the needed confidence, so as not to stutter anymore, explained: "It's no big deal. In the pharmacy I learned lots of stuff. I learned how to take a pill from here, some powder or leaves from there, and turn them into pure ecstasy."

Frank was actually really shy, regardless of his tattoos and piercings which provided quite the opposite image. The  problem with that was that when he got horny, he didn't know how to react, nor how to feel. He needed something to relax, and let him come close to reality, in a so much more different way.
"Do you ever watch me?" He blurted out, after being lost in his short train of thought, making clear for once it was Gerard he felt things about.

"Yeah" Gerard said quietly, unexpectedly almost. "And I can admit that you fuck yourself so good for me." He paused for a moment, licking his lips.
"I love seeing your skilled little fingers stretching the fuck out of you, just for me"

"For fuck's sake, and why haven't you touched yet" Frank raised his tone a bit, half in anger, half in desperation.

The boy was touch- starved- a rough thing for a teenager. He needed a form of affection, any form, in order to let all of his flow back to the source. Frank knew far too well that even the smallest of things could drive him crazy. He remembered being in class, the previous month, wearing a band t-shirt with the letters 'CATTLE DECAPITATION' stamped on the back. He remembered the girl sitting behind him tracing the big red letters with her finger, and how that had made him shiver. But she continued, she allowed her fingers to dance on him till they reached the side of Frank's neck. The boy had instinctively crooked his neck towards the touch, but the only thing she did was pull away and laugh.

Frank could recall many incidents like this one when the only thing he had was being left wanting, and he ached to feel complete, he fucking ached for it.

"How could I, sugar? Even if I wanted, you only let me watch from afar" Gerard replied sweetly.

"And what if you knew I wanna give myself to you? Would you accept the offer of my virgin body?"

The priest laughed, but brought his hand on top of his crotch, palming there gently. "If we suppose that I do" he whispered "wouldn't you mind that I've touched many before you?"