One-Shot series

Gerard looked at his reflection in the mirror, eyes dark and rimmed with black.
His tongue darted out to wet his red painted lower lip, meeting Frank's eyes
through the glass and biting down on the plush flesh. Frank tightened his grip on
the edge of the mattress, trying to keep himself in control.
"How do I look?" Gerard asked, voice husky as he twirled on one shiny stiletto
to face the other man, smoothing a hand over the black satin of his dress.
Frank's eyes followed the movement, flashing, before flicking back up to
Gerard's eyes.
"You know exactly how you look," he muttered darkly, turning away to take
some deep breaths. Gerard had chosen the dress that he knew drove Frank
crazy. This one was black and smooth, silky and swished around the tops of his
thighs and ending halfway to the knee, leaving a little (but not much) up to his
imagination. The cloth was fitted tightly from the waist up, right up to the straps
that cut across the pale skin, begging to be ripped off his body.
Frank's mouth watered at the smooth contrast of Gerard's skin, at how clean
and pure Gerard's neck looked. He wanted mark it immediately, but he kept
himself in check.
Gerard batted his eyelashes at him, and some inky hair fell into his eyes. He
didn't move to brush it away, choosing to gaze intently at Frank instead.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, expression wide and innocent. Frank
didn't believe it for one second, but it still caused a knot to form in the pit of his
stomach.
"You know what you do to me," Frank growled. Gerard's eyes widened, and
Frank could visibly see his breathing speed up, see the dress rising and falling
with his chest.
"Yeah," he whispered, blushing.
Frank sat down on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Gerard to come over to
him.
"C'mere," he said in a hushed voice, and Gerard obeyed, fingers twisted in the
hem of his dress, quickly letting go when he realized he was doing it, not
wanting to wrinkle the fabric.
Once Gerard was stood right in front of him, Frank reached behind him, fingers
grasping until they hit leather and metal.
"Knees," he ordered, and Gerard's eyes lit up, but he made sure to not make a
sound as he slid to his knees, a little awkward because of his heels.
Frank quickly undid the strip of leather before he wrapped it around Gerard's
neck, tightening the collar until it was tight enough for breathing to be a
conscious effort, but not enough to do much harm. Gerard's eyes fluttered shut,
and his emphasized black eyelashes popped out against his cheekbones,
wispy and long and dark. Frank couldn't help leaning down to brush his lips
against each eyelid, pulling back immediately before Gerard had a chance to
lean into the embrace and take advantage of the rare display of affection.
Gerard leaned forwards once the collar was secure, eager to please his
master-now that the collar was on-but Frank pushed his head back to its
original position.
"Safeword," he reminded him, and Gerard sat back on his heels with a silent
huff, knowing better than to voice his frustration. He didn't need a safeword,
mainly because Frank was always careful and took care of him, but also
because he loved being pushed to the limits until he didn't have any.
"What is it?" Gerard asked quietly, knowing that Frank wouldn't punish him for
speaking without permission because the safeword hadn't been established
yet.
"Fuck," Frank smirked, and Gerard's eyes widened, and he gasped softly.
"That's- Frankie," he whined, and Frank scowled.
"Objection gets you a minute with the cock ring, without touching," Frank
warned him. Gerard shut his mouth, but he felt like crying.
How could he not say the safeword? They both knew that was the word Gerard
screamed the most when he got fucked, how could he stop himself from saying
it? He certainly didn't want to let it slip and then have Frank stop and leave him
hanging.
Frank waited for a moment, making sure that Gerard would behave himself,
before he stood up from the bed and walked over to the closet, pulling out a box
that they kept their toys in.
"Handcuffs?" he suggested, not turning to look for Gerard's nod before
straightening up with them hanging off his index finger.
Gerard felt a chill run down from his scalp to his painted toes, and he focused
on keeping his eyes on the ground, hands clasped behind him as he awaited
further instruction.
"Get onto the bed," Frank ordered, and Gerard immediately crawled up onto
the mattress, moving to kneel in the center of the sheets, looking directly at
Frank this time, hazel eyes swirling with excitement and lust. "Lie on your back
near the headboard."
Gerard scooted up to lean against the headboard, holding his wrists above his
head, knowing what was coming next.
Frank smirked at Gerard's eagerness and slowly walked closer to the older
man, ignoring Gerard's obvious erection until he had straddled Gerard's lap.
"Hard for me already? You ready to be fucked?" He whispered, and Gerard
nodded, mouth slack as Frank rolled his hips down to meet his own. "You think
I'm gonna fuck you?" Frank laughed, getting off of Gerard to sit next to him, and
Gerard whined in frustration. "How cute. That's two minutes with the cock ring
now, by the way," Frank added, and Gerard bit his lip to keep him from making
any more noise.
Frank giggled and leaned forwards to kiss his lover, coaxing his lip out from
between his teeth with careful strokes of his tongue, until Gerard was mewling
into his mouth, breathing in short gasps and letting Frank do whatever he
wanted to him.
Frank dragged his fingers up Gerard's clothed sides and up his outstretched
arms, handcuffs still looped over his hand, and when he reached Gerard's
fingers he pulled out of the kiss, slapping Gerard's thigh in warning when he
tried to follow.
Frank made quick work of the handcuffs, locking one around Gerard's slender
wrist before looping the other end through the bars of the headboard, then
clicking it shut around Gerard's other hand so that he wouldn't be able to move
his hands to touch himself or Frank.
"How are you gonna take off the dress now?" Gerard blurted, biting the inside
of his cheek immediately when he remembered that he would get another
minute now. Shit.
Frank rolled his eyes, looking more annoyed than amused as he did the earlier
times Gerard spoke up. "That's three minutes, Gerard. And I'm not taking off the
dress," he sighed. Gerard's heart sank, knowing that he had displease his
master, but then it sped up when he registered what Frank had said.
"Yeah," Frank murmured, stroking a hand down Gerard's ribs and landing on
his bare thigh, rucking up the dress to expose his lacy panties, rubbing his
thumb over the quickly dampening spot in the front. "M'gonna fuck you in that
pretty dress of yours, gonna mess up those fishnets-" Gerard gave a squeak of
horror. These were his favorites. "Gonna ruin your makeup," he continued,
ignoring Gerard's outburst but reminding himself to make it four minutes in his
head. "You ready for that?"
Gerard swallowed, trying to make his mouth a little less dry. "Yeah.

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