He’s hard, panting, rubbing against Frank on the big bed in the honeymoon suite, and at this rate this will be the way they get off for the first time as a married couple. “Motherfuck, wait,” he manages, and pushes off, presses a hand to the base of his cock to try and calm himself down, and then pulls at his balls when that isn’t enough to calm him down.
“Gee,” Frank says, voice blurry. “Gee, c’mon.”
“Wait,” Gerard says, “wait, I want—we wanted to knot tonight, Frankie.” Frank’s eyes slide closed for a second and then he’s a ball of energy again, like the reception and the endless toasts haven’t really worn him out.
(Mikey gave Gerard’s favorite toast, of course. “Gerard has always been my big brother,” Mikey had said. “And now Frank is always gonna be my little brother.”)
“Yeah,” Frank says, pushing Gerard over and straddling him, “yeah, that’s what I want, Gee. Want you to fill me up.”
They’ve been fucking for what feels like forever, but this is—different. Special. Gerard knows it’s something other people don’t take as seriously, but he does. And Frank does, too. They’re iconoclasts, sure, but the casual way people talk about knotting these days makes Gerard feel counterculture acknowledging its intimacy.
Gerard wanted to save something for this, for his husband, and he smiles just thinking about it. Frank is his husband, now and forever.
(None of that means Gerard hasn’t watched the porn, of course. Taboo is hot.)
Gerard leans up to kiss Frank, strokes his back and cups his tight little ass. “Get the lube,” he says, and Frank leans back to pull it off the nightstand table, stretching out and displaying all that decorated skin.
“God, Frankie,” Gerard says, and traces the sparrows at Frank’s hips. “You look so good, baby. Looked so good on the dancefloor, I couldn’t wait to get you back here.”
“Almost jumped you in City Hall,” Frank says, growling now. “Had to wear those tight pants, huh?”
“You know it,” Gerard says, and leans up to nip at Frank’s jaw. Frank shudders, arches forward into Gerard’s touch.
Gerard can’t wait much longer, wants this so much, wants to join with Frank completely, to make them one. “Get yourself ready for me. Slick your hole up for my cock.”
It’s so familiar, Frank’s thin fingers pushing up into his own ass, Frank’s forehead crinkling and his mouth dropping open from how much he loves it, but it’s different, too, somehow new. Everything seems fresh, like Gerard’s seeing Frank for the first time. “Love you,” he murmurs, and Frank says it back, eyes locked with Gerard’s.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Gerard says, “and then I’m gonna stay in you and knot you and hold you tight.”
“All talk,” Frank says, grinning, and Gerard grins back and flips them, pulls the lube out of Frank’s hand and slicks himself up with it.
“Let’s go, then,” Gerard says, and moves back enough to let Frank turn over, ass up and wiggling. Gerard slaps it, laughing at Frank’s energy, and then he’s lining up and pushing in, one long movement.
Frank always feels amazing, but this is so much more—no condom, no need to worry about pulling out when his body and Frank’s are begging him to stay in. “So tight, Frankie.”
“Gonna be tighter soon,” Frank says. “God, want your knot in me so much, want you to—want you to breed me, Gerard.”
They’ve never talked like that before, and it’s hot, coming out of Frank’s mouth. Just because they can’t really take advantage of the biological benefits of knotting doesn’t mean they can’t get off on the idea.
“Want that, huh?” Gerard presses his lips to Frank’s ear, matches his words to his thrusts. “Want me to knock you up, Frankie? Hold my spunk in your ass and make sure you’re really bred?”
“Yeah,” Frank gasps, forehead rolling on the pillow, sweating under Gerard. “Yeah, fuck, pump me full of it, Gerard, c’mon.”
Gerard was close, and now he’s gone, passing right over the point he’s always had to pull out and pushing in, instead.
“Oh, god, Gee,” Frank says, “I can feel you, I can feel your cock stretching me.”
Gerard can feel it too, the head of his cock swelling to lock him into Frank’s ass, nerves on fire. “So good,” he gasps, “so good, so good.”
“Yes,” Frank says, “Gee, so big, holy shit.” Frank makes a tiny movement forward and they both groan, feeling Gerard’s knot pulling inside Frank’s hole. “I’m stuck on your cock,” Frank says, wonderingly.
“I’m breeding you, Frankie,” Gerard says, mouth on Frank’s ear. “Gonna—gonna knot you every day, now, gonna make sure you’re always filled up with my spunk, make sure you’re dripping with it every time you get up.”
“Jesus fuck,” Frank swears, and arches up into Gerard, grips his hand where it’s stroking Frank’s belly.
“You gonna come for me, Frankie? Gonna tense up around my knot and whine from how big it feels?” Gerard pulls their joined hands down to Frank’s cock, wraps his fist around it.
“Fuckin’ jerk me off and I will,” Frank says, but it’s more a moan than a grumble. “Fuck, so—so close.”
“I know you are, baby,” Gerard says. “You want to come now while I’m still gonna be in you a while or you wanna wait?”
“Now,” Frank says, “can’t wait, Gee. Been waiting so long already.”
“Me too,” Gerard says, and kisses Frank’s ear, strokes his cock roughly. “Come on, then. Want you to.”
Frank clenches down around Gerard’s cock and cries out, coming into Gerard’s hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, “fuck, so big, almost too much.”
“You love it,” Gerard says, and Frank nods, one-two-three.
“I do,” he says, and Gerard remembers Frank saying that this afternoon, in front of their friends and family and a civic official. “I do love it. Been thinking about this since—since forever,” Frank says, and he’s kind of choked up. Gerard curls closer to him, squeezes him tight.
“Me too, sweetheart. Wanted you to be all mine like this. Never knotted anyone, Frankie. It’s just you for me.”
“Just you for me,” Frank agrees, and they press in even tighter, content to stay locked together as long as they can.
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He’s hard, panting, rubbing against Frank on the big bed in the honeymoon suite, and at this rate this will be the way they get off for the first time as a married couple. “Motherfuck, wait,” he manages, and pushes off, presses a hand to the base of his cock to try and calm himself down, and then pulls at his balls when that isn’t enough to calm him down.
“Gee,” Frank says, voice blurry. “Gee, c’mon.”
“Wait,” Gerard says, “wait, I want—we wanted to knot tonight, Frankie.” Frank’s eyes slide closed for a second and then he’s a ball of energy again, like the reception and the endless toasts haven’t really worn him out.
(Mikey gave Gerard’s favorite toast, of course. “Gerard has always been my big brother,” Mikey had said. “And now Frank is always gonna be my little brother.”)
“Yeah,” Frank says, pushing Gerard over and straddling him, “yeah, that’s what I want, Gee. Want you to fill me up.”
They’ve been fucking for what feels like forever, but this is—different. Special. Gerard knows it’s something other people don’t take as seriously, but he does. And Frank does, too. They’re iconoclasts, sure, but the casual way people talk about knotting these days makes Gerard feel counterculture acknowledging its intimacy.
Gerard wanted to save something for this, for his husband, and he smiles just thinking about it. Frank is his husband, now and forever.
(None of that means Gerard hasn’t watched the porn, of course. Taboo is hot.)
Gerard leans up to kiss Frank, strokes his back and cups his tight little ass. “Get the lube,” he says, and Frank leans back to pull it off the nightstand table, stretching out and displaying all that decorated skin.
“God, Frankie,” Gerard says, and traces the sparrows at Frank’s hips. “You look so good, baby. Looked so good on the dancefloor, I couldn’t wait to get you back here.”
“Almost jumped you in City Hall,” Frank says, growling now. “Had to wear those tight pants, huh?”
“You know it,” Gerard says, and leans up to nip at Frank’s jaw. Frank shudders, arches forward into Gerard’s touch.
Gerard can’t wait much longer, wants this so much, wants to join with Frank completely, to make them one. “Get yourself ready for me. Slick your hole up for my cock.”
It’s so familiar, Frank’s thin fingers pushing up into his own ass, Frank’s forehead crinkling and his mouth dropping open from how much he loves it, but it’s different, too, somehow new. Everything seems fresh, like Gerard’s seeing Frank for the first time. “Love you,” he murmurs, and Frank says it back, eyes locked with Gerard’s.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Gerard says, “and then I’m gonna stay in you and knot you and hold you tight.”
“All talk,” Frank says, grinning, and Gerard grins back and flips them, pulls the lube out of Frank’s hand and slicks himself up with it.
“Let’s go, then,” Gerard says, and moves back enough to let Frank turn over, ass up and wiggling. Gerard slaps it, laughing at Frank’s energy, and then he’s lining up and pushing in, one long movement.
Frank always feels amazing, but this is so much more—no condom, no need to worry about pulling out when his body and Frank’s are begging him to stay in. “So tight, Frankie.”
“Gonna be tighter soon,” Frank says. “God, want your knot in me so much, want you to—want you to breed me, Gerard.”
They’ve never talked like that before, and it’s hot, coming out of Frank’s mouth. Just because they can’t really take advantage of the biological benefits of knotting doesn’t mean they can’t get off on the idea.
“Want that, huh?” Gerard presses his lips to Frank’s ear, matches his words to his thrusts. “Want me to knock you up, Frankie? Hold my spunk in your ass and make sure you’re really bred?”
“Yeah,” Frank gasps, forehead rolling on the pillow, sweating under Gerard. “Yeah, fuck, pump me full of it, Gerard, c’mon.”
Gerard was close, and now he’s gone, passing right over the point he’s always had to pull out and pushing in, instead.
“Oh, god, Gee,” Frank says, “I can feel you, I can feel your cock stretching me.”
Gerard can feel it too, the head of his cock swelling to lock him into Frank’s ass, nerves on fire. “So good,” he gasps, “so good, so good.”
“Yes,” Frank says, “Gee, so big, holy shit.” Frank makes a tiny movement forward and they both groan, feeling Gerard’s knot pulling inside Frank’s hole. “I’m stuck on your cock,” Frank says, wonderingly.
“I’m breeding you, Frankie,” Gerard says, mouth on Frank’s ear. “Gonna—gonna knot you every day, now, gonna make sure you’re always filled up with my spunk, make sure you’re dripping with it every time you get up.”
“Jesus fuck,” Frank swears, and arches up into Gerard, grips his hand where it’s stroking Frank’s belly.
“You gonna come for me, Frankie? Gonna tense up around my knot and whine from how big it feels?” Gerard pulls their joined hands down to Frank’s cock, wraps his fist around it.
“Fuckin’ jerk me off and I will,” Frank says, but it’s more a moan than a grumble. “Fuck, so—so close.”
“I know you are, baby,” Gerard says. “You want to come now while I’m still gonna be in you a while or you wanna wait?”
“Now,” Frank says, “can’t wait, Gee. Been waiting so long already.”
“Me too,” Gerard says, and kisses Frank’s ear, strokes his cock roughly. “Come on, then. Want you to.”
Frank clenches down around Gerard’s cock and cries out, coming into Gerard’s hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, “fuck, so big, almost too much.”
“You love it,” Gerard says, and Frank nods, one-two-three.
“I do,” he says, and Gerard remembers Frank saying that this afternoon, in front of their friends and family and a civic official. “I do love it. Been thinking about this since—since forever,” Frank says, and he’s kind of choked up. Gerard curls closer to him, squeezes him tight.
“Me too, sweetheart. Wanted you to be all mine like this. Never knotted anyone, Frankie. It’s just you for me.”
“Just you for me,” Frank agrees, and they press in even tighter, content to stay locked together as long as they can.