I Think I Like It

I was asleep, fast fucking asleep, when that fucker texted me.
Granted, it was almost 7, and I’d have to wake up sooner or later anyway to get to school. Still, I wasn’t great at being woken up early.
Groaning, I reached over and grabbed my phone, which was blinking at me.
“Yeah, alright.” I grumbled groggily, rubbing my eyes.
The message, however, woke me up completely as I leaned over my phone, afraid that it would go away if I took my eyes off of it.

FROM: Gee.
(6:56am)
Good Morning, Daddy. Woke up early to get myself all ready for you. <3

And attached was a picture of him in that fucking PVC lingerie I’d bought him, with fishnet stockings connected to the panties by suspenders. His long hair hung in his eyes, which were rimmed lightly with eyeliner, and his teeth were caught seductively on his lip. Behind him, probably placed intentionally, was a large, realistic-looking dildo. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I groaned and dropped a hand between my legs to palm at the growing bulge there.

TO: Gee.
(7:04am)
Look so sexy Gee. Can’t wait to play with you later. <3

FROM: Gee.
(7:07am)
I look so pretty, don’t I? <3

TO: Gee.
(7:10am)
Yeah, baby. Real pretty.

I slid my phone into my bag then so I wouldn’t be tempted to check it again, and tried to carry on with my morning routine as normally as possible, given the circumstances.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited. I pictured him looking all pretty and made up for me like he was in the picture, and had to stifle a moan – especially when I imagined him using that dildo on himself.
“Fuck.” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. I looked almost as disheveled as I felt.
I pulled my shirt down over my jeans as far as it would go in a desperate attempt to hide my boner from my Mom. That was an awkward situation that I desperately wanted to avoid at any costs. Luckily for me, she was preoccupied with eating her breakfast and reading the newspaper, so barely looked up when she said goodbye to me.
The air was warm and sunny, and I sighed as it warmed my skin. This was honestly the best kind of weather. This was long drives down to the beach and drink a lot and go swimming while you’re drunk weather, or sit on the roof a 3am and smoke cigarettes and kiss someone weather. It was sit in the park with a boy with gorgeous eyes and talk for a little bit too long, and then run home weather. It was handholding weather; dye your hair weird colours weather. It was the kind of weather that allowed you to be in love, and to truly experience happiness. I frowned a little when I realized that I couldn’t do any of those things with Gerard. Not for another two months anyway. I guessed that it wasn’t a particularly long time, of course, but it was still too long a time to wait, especially when the sun was shining so brightly onto my cheeks.
The school appeared in my line of vision and I walked a little faster, feeling like I was on a mission.
If I couldn’t have romantic sunset make-out sessions, I was definitely going to have this.

Because of the damn poster he’d hung on his door (which, okay, was handy when we were fucking on his desk), I couldn’t see him until I walked into the room. I smiled when he flinched slightly at the door opening, his eyes wide and pleading as I stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind me.
“Daddy.” He breathed. I smirked and leaned in to kiss him slowly, my hand cupping his jaw.
“God, you slut.” I smiled. He beamed back at me, pulling my mouth back to his again. I stepped back and raised an eyebrow, holding a hand out expectantly. He brought the remote out from his pocket and placed it into my waiting hand, licking his lips nervously.
“It’s so big. I’m so fucking full.” He moaned, letting his head drop back. I smirked and pressed the first button on the remote. He gasped and leaned forward, a pale pink blush tinting his cheeks.
“O-oh.” He breathed, his hand tangling in his own hair.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah, Daddy.” He murmured. I kissed his forehead softly.
“Remember, you can’t say that unless you’re asking me to stop.” I reminded him. He whimpered.
“What if we’re in class? I can’t just-“
“Maybe try to be subtle, then.” I laughed. He groaned, dropping his head down onto the table and mumbling something about not ever being subtle. I tilted his head up for a kiss and ran a hand through his hair.
“How fast do you think you can suck my cock, honey?” I asked suddenly. He looked up, eyes-wide.
“Sorry?” he spluttered. I pet his face gently.
“You made me so hard with your picture this morning.” I said by means of explanation. He sucked in a deep breath.
“Let me see you, honey. Bend over for me.” I purred. He nodded and rose to his feet, putting his hands flat against the desk. He trembled as I touched him, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan as I reached forward to unzip his pants.
“Take your shirt off so I can see it.” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck. He moaned softly, undoing his tie with one hand and bracing himself on the table with the other. He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes wide.
“You look so good with eyeliner on.” I smiled. He bit his lip, watching me as I slid his pants down.
The picture really didn’t do him justice. The suspenders were tight against his legs, and the way his cock pressed heavily against the thin material of the panties was almost sinful.
No, fuck it. It was sinful. He was a sinner, and so was I, and we were both going to burn in hell. I moaned and pushed my fingers against his ass, whining when I felt the hardness of the plug that was buried there.
“Oh, God.” He breathed, rolling his hips back into my hand. He’d managed to shuck his jacket and tie, and was just undoing the last of his shirt buttons. I watched with bated breath as he pushed the shirt from off his shoulders and turned around to look at me with wide, approval-seeking eyes. I moaned and leaned forward to kiss his shoulder, my hard cock pressing against the plug in his ass, moaning as the vibrations ran against my dick. I pushed the second button on the remote, and we both cried out.
“God, that’s good.” He panted, rolling his hips back into me.
“You look so pretty, Gee. Such a pretty little girl for me.”
“A-ah. Yeah.” He breathed.
“Bet you’d like me to eat you out, wouldn’t you, Princess?” I said, pressing more kisses to his shoulders, thrusting my hips into him.
“Yes. Yes.” He moaned, his head lolling forward. I reached around to the front and wrapped my hand around his cock, smiling when I felt the cock ring at the base.
“Oh, you’re such a good girl for me.” I sighed, taking a step back from him. I turned down the plug a level, and heard his sigh of relief.
“Get dressed, angel. Your class is gonna be here soon.” I smirked, walking backwards towards the door because, fuck, I didn’t want to look away from him until I had to. He whined and slowly shuffled around, throwing his clothes back on. I beamed, reaching for the door handle.
“Wait, D-Frankie?” he asked, batting his eyelashes. I smiled smoothly.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Kiss me.” He said breathlessly. I smirked and pulled him in, pressing my warm lips against his, soft and pliable under mine.
“So beautiful.” I breathed, kissing him again. He blushed and smiled adorably under my praise, and I wished I could stay with him.
The obvious chatter of his class waiting to be let in, however, reminded me that I couldn’t.
“Have fun.” I smiled, turning the plug up just one level. He gasped and smiled.
“Fuck you.” He said through clenched teeth.

The remote didn’t have much of a range, which was both a blessing and a curse. It meant that I could only play with it as I walked past Gerard’s classroom in between lessons, so I couldn’t have constant fun.
However, it also meant that once I’d put the plug on a certain setting, I couldn’t take it off until I passed him again. I found that particularly amusing when I turned the plug up to 4 (out of 10. Not particularly high, but high considering I’d been flicking it between 1 and 3 until then on my way to my fourth lesson of the day. His door had been open when I’d done it, ready for his class to walk in, and I saw him gasp and grip the table, his eyes darting out of his classroom to find me. I smirked when he couldn’t see me amongst the students, and dropped his head down onto his desk.
I figured that it wasn’t too bad, though. He hadn’t called or texted me to stop (not that I could even if he had), so I figured he wasn’t that desperate.
Still, I had to laugh when he walked into lunch fucking limping. His whole body was shaking, his hair disheveled, and a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin that I could see even from my table. He glared at me through his eyelashes, but it stretched into a predatory smirk. He was going to fucking destroy me after this, I was sure of it. Despite him acting submissive, he was really in control here.
Or was he?
I turned the remote up to 5, and watched as he ducked his head, his knuckles white as he gripped the table.
“Dude, is your guy okay?” Chris said, concerned. I bit my lip to hide my laughter and nodded. Gerard looked up, tears running down his cheeks, his breath coming hard and heavy. He’d only brought the plug up to 4 on me before I used the word, so he was doing well.
“Proud of you, baby.” I mouthed to him. He smiled, but it was strained.
“Do I even want to know what you’re doing to him?” Joe groaned. I chuckled.
“Ah? You might. Chris won’t.” I said. Chris glared at me.
“Leave the poor man alone.” He sighed, looking back down at his phone. I took the remote out and wiggled it. Joe’s eyebrows furrowed, but I could tell he was interested. No matter how he felt about my relationship, gory details were gory details, and Joe loved them.
“Just watch him.” I said. Instead of turning the remote up, though, I turned it off. He let out a relieved moan that I could hear from my table, and covered his mouth, blushing as he looked down at the table. I saw his shoulders relax and his breathing become more regular. He patted his hair to calm himself down, fanning himself with a hand. He looked up to glare at me, ignoring Joe staring at him. I bit my lip and smiled.
“So…what? What are you doing?” Joe asked.
“How gory do you want it?” I asked casually, leaning back. He smiled softly.
“As gory as you’ve got.”
“You sure, man? It’s kinda…it’s not vanilla.”
“Try me.” I said confidently.
“Okay. There is a small metal plug buried in my English teacher’s ass. I have the remote control to it. The higher I turn it up, the more it vibrates. He’s also wearing a cock ring so he can’t orgasm, and sexy women’s lingerie. Oh, and the only way I’ll stop is if he calls me Daddy.” I said simply. Joe’s eyes bulged out of his head.
“I…I don’t know...how to reply to that.” He stammered. I shrugged, playing with the remote. I clicked it on to 1, and watched as Gerard’s head raised slightly, his teeth tearing at his lip as he desperately tried to keep composure.
“Stop it. That’s the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Joe groaned.
“You asked.”
“Yeah. I literally have never regretted anything more in my entire life. I think I’ve actually been scarred for life. I’m gonna get war flashbacks.” He sighed.
“I think they’re called wet dreams.” I teased. He grimaced.
“Ew, now I’m picturing you guys fucking.” He said, squealing in disgust. I laughed. I looked up to check on Gee, and was almost amused to find he wasn’t there. I thought that maybe he’d had to excuse himself.
I didn’t expect him to appear behind me, his hand touching my back softly.
“Hello, Frank. Can I have a word?” He murmured. I looked up at him, not moving.
“Is there a problem?” I asked lightly. Joe averted his eyes, shifting away from us. Gerard groaned and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“Can I have a break? Just turn it off for a while.”
“It’s only on 1.” I murmured.
“It still hurts. Just turn it off until the lesson starts, okay? Please.” He said urgently.
“Why didn’t you just text me?” I laughed.
“Because I knew you’d ignore it.” He said. Yeah, that sounded like me. I snorted and he glared.
“Frankie.” He whimpered. I rolled my eyes and turned it off, smiling when he all but collapsed against me, feeling his erection press against my arm.
“Thank you.” He breathed.
“It’s going straight onto 3 when I see you, though.” I warned. He nodded fervently, then stood up, smiling causally at Joe and Chris, who were trying to hide their looks of disgust.
“Boys.” He nodded, before limping back to his table.
I smirked at my friends, who just shook their heads in disgust. I shrugged.
“Yeah. We’re gross. Illegal. Immoral. All of that bullshit.” I sighed. Despite their discomfort, they actually smiled.
“Y’all are still cute though.” Chris admitted.
“Yeah. I mean, not right this very second right now, but overall you guys are pretty cool.” Joe shrugged. I laughed.
“Well, thanks.” I said, shooting a smile at my boyfriend, who blushed and smiled in response.
“Stop talking about me.” He mouthed. I just laughed, fingering the small remote in my pocket.

As always, and despite his obvious exhaustion, Gee was sitting calmly behind his desk as we all filed in. His legs were crossed under the desk, and my cock stirred as I imagined the suspenders straining against his thick, pale thighs.
God, I needed to eat him out like, yesterday.
“How’s everyone doing?” he asked calmly, his voice intentionally steady. The class murmured lethargically n response.
“I feel that. Mondays, right?” he laughed. I turned the plug onto 1. He was expecting it, his hands already braced against the table, and a small suck of air the only thing to hint at his lack of composure. He smiled.
“So, I’m actually feeling really unwell today. I think it’s something I a-ah!” he cried as I skipped 2 and brought the plug right up to 3. I smirked at him. He cleared his throat.
“Something I ate. My stomach is killing me.” He laughed nonchalantly.
“Get better soon, sir!” called Jasmine. He smiled softly at her.
“Thanks, sweetheart. It should clear up s- oh, fuck.” He moaned. I raised an eyebrow. Like fuck was he giving my nickname to someone else. He chewed his lip and looked down at his desk, breathing heavily.
“Are you okay? Should we get the nurse?” Anna asked. He shook his head.
“Nope. No. I’m fine.” He panted. His eyes pleading with me. Not to stop, no, just to give him a break. I gave a short nod. He spread his hands out on the desk and looked up, smiling.
“Okay. So. Today I wanted us all to consider genre. I get that it’s getting pretty close to your exams now, so I think it’s good to just concrete that sort of stuff.” He said with a light smile. He made to stand up, but clearly thought better of it.
“Anna?”
“Yes sir?”
“Can you come hand these papers out?” he smiled. My hand twitched over the button. She approached the desk.
“Mr. Way, are you wearing make up?” she asked with a giggle.
“I am. It’s cool, right?” he winked. She blushed.
“Yeah. It looks good on you.” She stammered. He flashed her a smile.
“Thanks, honey. Yeah, if you could just be a doll and hand these out.” He said, placing the sheets in her hands with a small smile. That was it.
The plug got cranked up to 5. He smacked his hand roughly on the table as he bit back a moan, his whole body convulsing. Luckily, Anna had already walked away, and nobody was really paying attention to him. He leaned back in his seat, panting hard.
“Dude, you really look bad.” One of the guys pointed out.
“I’ll be okay. I’ll leave if it gets too bad.” He smiled coolly. He turned his head to look at the girls and smiled.
“Ellie. You’re looking lovely today.” He said with a smile. She blushed.
“O-oh. Thank you, sir.” She beamed. He bit his lip and nodded, and she blushed harder. His eyes flicked over to me, and he smiled.
No. Not smiled. Smirked.
He knew what he was doing, then. He knew that each time he flirted with someone, I’d turn the plug up. That fucker was enjoying it. I raised my eyebrows and smiled innocently, turning it up to 7. He hissed and bowed his head, his nails digging into the desk. His breathing was heavy, and his whole body was trembling. I saw as he shifted his hips and moaned loudly. Everyone was staring at him in silence.
“I’m…fine…” he said, gulping at the air, small shuddering sobs escaping from his chest, his eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. It was debatably the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Sir-“ one of the girls said. He held up a hand to silence her.
“No, it’s fine. Just follow the instructions on the sheet.” He panted. I noticed his hand drop beneath the table, presumably to give himself some relief. I chuckled to myself, pretending to be reading the sheet. He shuffled in his chair again, and made a deep, growling “ah!’ noise.
“Dude, you sound like you’re from a cheap porn flick.” Cameron piped up, his eyes flickering to me in amusement. Gerard glared at him.
“It’s just my stomach.” He breathed. He was close to cracking, I could tell.
It went up to 8.
“No.” he breathed, resting his head against the table as his body twitched, more sobs erupting from his chest, laced with breathy moans.
“Frank.” Chris hissed. Most of the class had, after he begged them, listened to Gerard and were now ignoring his random cries of ‘pain’.
“Yeah?” I asked nonchalantly. His eyes flickered to Gee, who was alternating between moaning and sobbing, his hands clutching the desk, his head pressed against the cool wood.
“It’s gone too far. Stop it.” He said.
“No. He wants it.” I protested.
“No he doesn’t. Stop.”
“Seriously. I know what I’m doing.” I snapped. My finger hovered above the button.
Before I could press it, though, he raised his head from the desk and made a weary, husky noise. I thought it might be the word, but I wasn’t sure. He panted and spoke again, and this time I heard it.
“Daddy, stop.” He panted. It was indistinguishable almost, and I was almost certain nobody heard it. This was confirmed by Chris saying:
“What did he say?” with a concerned look. I turned the plug off, watching as he slumped onto his desk, panting hard.
“Mr. Way?” I called. He barely moved.
“Yes, Frank?”
“I think you should go to the nurse.” I said softly. He raised his head and nodded, looking pale.
“Can um, can you help me up?” he asked weakly. I nodded and rushed to my feet, not caring if anybody judged me. This was a fucking stupid idea, and it’d gone way too fucking far. I felt terrible. I actually had to wrap my arm around his waist and half drag him outside, using my body to shield his boner.
“I’m sorry, guys.” He smiled grimly.
“It’s okay. You sounded like you were gonna start throwing up blood.” Chris laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. Gerard smiled weakly.
“You guys are great.” He smiled, letting me lead him out of the room. Once we were out, he practically collapsed on me.
“Take me to the bathroom, okay? Staff bathroom. Down the hall.” He whimpered.
“God, Gee, I’m so sorry. This was a dumb idea, I’m sorry. Are you hurt?” I asked. He laughed.
“No. God, that might have been the most intense thing I’ve ever had done to me.”
“You liked it?” I asked shyly. He nodded.
“Oh yeah. It’s just a bit much…too much. In public as well. And I couldn’t cum.” He sighed.
“I could see it was hurting you but I didn’t stop.” I confessed. He smiled and we walked into the bathroom.
“I would have probably killed you if you’d stopped.” He panted, pulling me into a stall with him.
“Can I cum now?” he begged. I pulled him into a filthy kiss, my tongue intruding into his mouth.
“Yeah, babe.” I murmured. Moaning, he unzipped his fly and shoved his hand into his panties, fumbling as he tore the cock ring off, shoving it into his pocket.
“Turn it on to like, two.” He murmured, bracing himself on the wall over the toilet with one hand and jacking himself off slowly with the other. I did as he said and he moaned softly, smiling at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way the underwear clung to his thighs.
“So gorgous, baby.” I whispered, stroking up his legs.
“Did I do okay, Daddy?” he murmured.
“Yeah. Took it real good, angel. So proud of my girl.” I said, kissing his shoulder. He really wasn’t kidding when he said he needed to cum. Not even five minutes later and he was shooting white ropes into the toilet, some of it smearing on his thighs, as he cried out desperately. I couldn’t blame him – he definitely earned it. Wincing, he slid the plug out of him and put it in his pocket with the ring.
“I’d stay and kiss you but we should get back.” He panted, kissing me softly anyway. I nodded.
“I’m sorry again for hurting you. And I’m pretty sure everyone could tell.” I said, turning red. He shook his head.
“I think they actually believed I was sick.” He said, seeming amazed by this prospect. I kissed him again, and let him walk out of the bathroom and back to class, knowing that I should stagger it by exactly a minute and a half.
When I walked in, he was sitting behind his desk again, and smiled when I walked in.
“Thanks for the help, Frank.” He said brightly, still hunched over his desk a bit. I assumed it was because he had to keep up the façade of being unwell.
“Dude have you got like, cancer?” one of the guys asked. Gerard laughed lightly.
“No, the uh, the nurse says it’s probably food poisoning.” He said weakly. I smiled down at my desk.
“You didn’t go to the nurse did you?” Chris asked.
“No we did not.” I replied, laughing.
“Something funny, Frank?” Gerard asked, raising an accusing eyebrow, a smirk playing around his lips.
“No, sir. Sorry.” I mumbled, looking back at my work.

He had his head down on the desk again at the end of class, and I laughed lightly as I approached him.
“You okay?” I asked. He looked up, pouting.
“I’m sore.” He said simply, dropping his head again. I walked over to the door and locked it, and he sat up at the sound.
“Frankie?”
“Sit on the desk, honey.” I said softly. Knowing what I was getting at, he slid down his pants and sat on the once polished wood, now scratched from nail marks. I was almost proud.
I ran my hands up his soft thighs and he moaned lightly, leaning back a bit.
“Take your shirt off. Wanna see all of you.” I purred into his ear. He whimpered and undid it faster than I’d ever seen anyone undo a shirt before. I laughed, pulling him in for a kiss, letting my hands run down his front.
“You look so fucking gorgeous, Gee.” I breathed. It was true. The lingerie clung to him, and I could see every single inch of his body being pressed against the plastic. His breath was heavy, his thighs shaking.
“Daddy.” He sighed, running a hand through my hair. I smiled and slid to my knees.
“Been wanting this all day. Just been staring at your pretty ass and waiting until I can eat you out.” I snarled. He whimpered and shifted so he was leaning back on his elbows. I leaned up and pulled the panties down over his legs.
“You put them over the garter.” I beamed. He blushed.
“This isn’t my first rodeo, cowboy.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes at him, laughing softly.
“You’re perfect, Gerard Way. Have I ever told you that?” I said, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh.
“You’ve mentioned it.” He smiled. I pushed his thighs further apart and scooted forward.
“Is this okay?” I breathed. He tangled his fingers in my hair as an answer. I pushed his cheeks apart with my hands, and buried my face between his legs, my tongue lapping hungrily at him. He gasped and arched off of the desk.
“So good, Frankie. Thank you.” He moaned, rolling his hips down to meet my tongue. He crossed his legs behind my neck, pushing me in further.
“You’re such a slut, Gerard. Such a filthy slut.” I moaned as I let my tongue slide inside him. He moaned and wriggled underneath me.
“You love me though.” He said. It was more like a question.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, I do love you.” I said, my hands running along his legs where they were crossed behind my head.
“I really want to cum again.” He panted. I smiled.
“Go on then, Gee. Let’s see if I can make my girl cum twice.” I laughed. His hand wrapped around his cock and he pumped slowly.
“I’ll suck your cock after this, Frankie.” He moaned and I whimpered at the thought. I dipped inside him again, fucking him with my tongue, when he arched off the table.
“G-God. Fuck. Baby. Baby.” He moaned gently as he came, the liquid soaking his hand. I rose to my feet and held his wet hand, bringing it to my mouth and lowly licking his cum off, my eyes never leaving his.
“Fuck.” He breathed. I laughed and leaned in, kissing him hard, his cum still staining my lips.
“Lemmie-“ He said, wiggling off the desk. My hand slowly undid my buckle and jeans, but I leaned against the desk, waiting for him to do the rest. He dropped to his knees and tore down my remaining clothes, and I laughed a little at his eagerness.
“Calm down, honey.” I smiled. He shook his head and wrapped his lips around me, looking up for approval. He looked so wrecked, his hair disheveled, his eyeliner smeared across his face, his skin shining with sweat. I gripped the table and let my head fall back as I moaned softly as his tongue did that thing that I absolutely loved, and couldn’t describe even if my life depended on it. I let my thumb rub over his cheek and he hummed happily, the vibrations running up my cock.
“So good for me, aren’t you princess? Such a good girl.” I said, stroking his hair. His hands gripped my hips harder as he tried to go deeper, then pulled away, coughing.
“What happened to not having a gag reflex?” I chuckled. He rolled his eyes.
“I said I practically didn’t have a gag reflex.” He sighed, taking me back into his mouth. I smiled loosely, my hips bucking lightly into his mouth as he stared up at me with wide, awe-filled eyes. I bit my lip, feeling that familiar warmth coursing through my thighs and stomach.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum.” I purred, stroking his cheek again. He moaned desperately and pulled my cock out of his mouth, choosing instead to lightly tease the tip with his tongue. I gasped, gripping the table hard as I came. I threw my head back and cried out, feeling his mouth close over me again as I filled his mouth. He slid off of me with a soft popping noise and stood up, pulling my pants up with him. I smiled and pulled him in for a tight hug.
“I love you.” I murmured. He rested his head against mine and smiled.
“Yeah, baby. I love you too.”
“I wish we could do more things.” I blurted out. I didn’t know where it came from, it just…did. It just sort of popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Things? Like what?”
“Like…I don’t know. Go to the beach and get drunk or um, sit on a rooftop and look at stars or go to museums and parks and restaurants and the movies. We can’t really do any of that.” I sighed, looking down. His face darkened with guilt and he held my face up.
“I’m sorry. It’s two months.” He murmured.
“I don’t wanna wait two months. I want to be able to go out with my boyfriend.” I sighed.
“I want that too. I want to take you to the zoo and to theme parks and on boat rides and all of that dumb shit, and I wanna hold your hand and kiss you while I do it. And I will, I promise. Just be patient.”
“I’m sick of being patient.” I whined. I knew I was being childish, but I didn’t care. I was frustrated. He pressed a warm kiss to my lips.
“Please, Frankie? I promise, we’re gonna have the best summer ever together, okay? Just you and me and no bullshit. I love you.” He murmured.
“I know. Sorry. It’s just hard, you know, with the weather getting so nice and all. I just wish I could be with you properly.”
“You’re with me now, aren’t you?” he smiled. I laughed.
“Yeah, I guess I am.” I sighed. He pulled away and reached for his clothes, and I helped him re-dress.
“This does look very pretty on you.” I smiled, running a hand down the PVC. He chuckled.
“I like it. Maybe get me a men’s one next time though, love.”
I widened my eyes.
“Wait, what? Men’s one?” I asked in confusion.
“You’re so new to this. Yeah, you can get lingerie made especially for men.” He smiled. I blushed.
“Oh. I didn’t know.” I said. He slid his tie up to the top and smiled, zipping his jeans up.
“How about I send you the links to some websites, and you have a little look through of things you’d want, and I’ll buy them.” He said casually.
“For me or for you?” I asked.
“Either. Both. Whatever.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“You might just be the kinkiest motherfucker I’ve ever met.” I laughed. He pulled me into his arms.
“Honey, I’m just getting started.” He breathed.

Notes

I'm not saying that the next chapter is gonna be filled with tooth-rotting fluff...
But yeah, the next chapter is gonna be filled with tooth-rotting fluff.