I can hear the rain outside my window. I sigh as I, once again, look for any signs of Frank.
I head back to the kitchen and the pot of spaghetti on the stove catches my attention. Shit, I cant fucking focus on one thing long enough without thinking about him. I stick my finger into the sauce on the spoon to taste it. A tanned tattooed hand grabbed my hand before I can. I gasp in surprise as I see him take my finger and slowly run his tongue over the digit. Slowly. Erotically. I didn't even hear him come in.
His eyes are closed and I can see a growing smirk as he pulls my finger out of his mouth. His delicious mouth. That motion pulls me from the delicious trance I am in. In that moment I finally see the man I've been waiting for all day in anticipation. His hair is slightly damp from the rain outside. I then notice his eyes. His gorgeous, beautiful, "I'm­totally­fuckable" eyes.
I work my eyes down the rest of him. I passed his broad shoulders and his dark black shirt that covers the gorgeous tattoos underneath, his beautiful legs encased in jeans, just loose enough to not suffocate him but tight enough to show his impressive bulge.
My breath hitches a bit as I realize that the bulge is for me. He's as hot and hard for me as I am for him. It's a relief to know that after all these years I can still receive the same reaction from him; that I haven't bored him to death by now.
After giving Frank my initial once over and a traitorous blush that happened across my pale cheeks after glimpsing over his "package," he starts to walk closer to me.
I'm paralyzed. I seem to have forgotten how to move any of my limbs. He looks as if he is a lion stalking his prey. And I am the prey that simply wants to be devoured by him.
He takes his finger and traces it around my lips. My lips parting open of its own accord. He seems to be amused by my labored breathing for he chuckles his deep, heavy chuckle that sends shivers through my whole body.
I want him. I have never wanted another like him. Never had another person created such a reaction from me. I want him. Frank's cock, hard and pulsating inside of me. I want him to leave bruises on me. I want that evidence that I belong to him, and only him.
He seems to have wanted it too because at that moment he wrapped his hand around my head and clutched at my black locks before crushing his lips to mine. I moan instantly and open my mouth in invitation to his probing tongue.

Frank growls as his tongue meets mine. He's rough but tender. Sweet yet dominant. He starts sucking my tongue into his mouth, making me moan louder. He sucks at my lips and nips at me playfully.
My entire body is buzzing. An incessant feeling that has me hot and cold at the same time. I want release. The sweet release that is building in my lower abdomen. My hands are around his waist and are pulling us closer together. I lift my leg over his hip for closer contact. His hands immediately move to my ass and grab it before pulling us closer. I can feel his hard erection against my own and I feel the need to move, for the sweet friction that can bring us closer to heaven. I grind my hips against him and he growls in the back of his throat.

By this point both of our shirts have been abandoned and he is moving us swiftly back to our bedroom.
He drops me unceremoniously on the bed. I grunt at the loss of contact, but immediately the sound gets lodged in my throat as I see the predatorial look on my lover's face. He immediately pounces and starts licking and nipping his way up and down my body. I wrap my legs around his body in search for the friction that had eluded me. He starts pumping against me. The coarse friction of our jeans acting as a beautiful substitute for the actual act, but it's not enough. I try reaching for his zipper but he grabs both my hands and holds it above my head.
My head is still clouded from his poisonous kisses that I didn't realize that he just handcuffed me to the iron­wrought headboard. I didn't realize until he moved back on his heels checking his work. He seemed satisfied with how he marked me because he moved off the bed.
A whine seemed to have made its away from my throat from the loss of contact. He gave me a smoldering look that quieted me immediately. He reached for the zipper of his pants and slowly pulled it down along with his pants and boxers. Fully naked I can see all of him. Especially the one part that mattered most.
I lick my lips in anticipation as he moves closer to the edge of the bed. He grabs a hold of my pants, and just like him, pulled it off along with my boxers. My erection is pointing towards the ceiling and some fluid has accumulated near the tip. I was ready. I wanted it more than anything. But he surprised me by not giving me the one thing I needed the most.
Being the bastard he is, he straddled my chest so that now I am facing his glorious cock. I lick my lips in anticipation for his dick. He may be a bastard, but he is one delicious tasting bastard. Frank grabs my head with one hand and holds the headboard with the other. I open my lips slightly and taste the tip tentatively with my tongue. I can hear him sigh with appreciation. That one sound alone made me suddenly ravenous and I suddenly took his entire length inside of my mouth. I could tell he wasn't expecting that by the way he jumped a bit and growled low and deep in his throat.

I was taking my time going back to the tip. Sucking slowly and licking with long, even strokes. I made my back to the hilt of his penis, his lone hand guiding me. I started sucking harder, moving my head faster. His moans were all I could hear and his hand gripped my hair in a painful but erotic way. Once I got to the tip I circled it with my tongue, dipping my tongue a little bit in the slit before I once again started the journey back to the base. This time, though, I didn't hold back. I was moving my head in a faster pace. He was pounding into me, making me take him in fully. I growled low in the back of my throat and that seemed to be his undoing. After a few more thrusts he reached his peak and came inside my mouth. His thick, salty fluid tasting like the fruits of heaven on my tongue. I sucked and drank him dry.

He pulled my face towards his and crushed his lips, once again, to mine. His tongue delving deeper into my depths, tasting himself on my lips.
He crawled down my body as I watched him warily. If he thought we were done then he's got another thing coming. But no, he had other plans. He can see my erection, stiff on my stomach and fluids seeping from it. He licked up my long shaft and sucked the tip. My hips involuntarily bucked, but he held my hips down. His once limp shaft is once again hard. The evidence poking me in the leg as he licks up and down my hard shaft. I am close to cumming but he let go of me with a soft "pop." He rummaged in the dresser next to the bed and pulls out lube. My dick just got even harder, if that's possible.
He rubs his dick and my entrance with the slick gel. He first inserts one finger inside of my ass. It stretches painfully but I get used to it. He then sticks a second finger inside and I bite my lip to keep the scream from escaping my lips. It feels too good. This should be illegal. He should be illegal. After deeming that I was ready he gave me a chaste kiss before plunging his long, hard cock inside of my tight sheath. I scream then, automatically wrapping my legs around his waist. My hands involuntarily try to reach out towards him but are hindered by those damn handcuffs.
He immediately sets the pace. There seems to be only one pace for us. Fast and rough. His hips are plunging into me. The rhythm of our bodies are making the bed hit the wall in a bump bump bump motion. I'm surprised the wall is still standing by how much sex we have. His hands grab onto my hips and is set into an angle before thrusting into me harder. His heavy grunts and my loud screams are all that can be heard. I can feel myself almost cumming, the pressure is too much for me. But he slows down and thrusts long and slow. I can feel all of him. His veins and the ripples in his skin.
He grabs my hard erection and pumps it in timing with his thrusts. I gasp at the new sensation and beg for more. He grants my wish as he starts thrusting with a new vigor, his hand still pumping me. I can feel the dizzying climax as I cum in his hand. He thrusts into me once before a loud growl escaped him and I can feel the fluid shoot straight inside of me. He collapsed on top of me and with what energy he had left unlocked the handcuffs.

He rolled to my side and had me on top of him with my head on his chest. I look at the bruises on my wrist and feel a sense of pride that I was with someone like him. He noticed the bruises too and I can see some remorse in his eyes for hurting me like that. He grabbed both of my wrists and kissed the inside of each one.
As my eyes fluttered close I heard him mutter, "Happy birthday, Gerard." A small smile graced my lips as I drifted off into a heavy sleep.

Notes

This is my first one shot and full out smut scene so feedback please!