Frank's instinct, especially when he was this close to Gerard, was to lean in and kiss him like he had done the last time but a part of him knew he wasn't allowed to do it. Gerard had a hold on the front of his sweater, practically holding Frank up, his face so close that Frank could feel his breath on his lips. Gerard kept his eyes trained on Frank, looking him over quickly, the hunger in his eyes had Frank internally caving. The all-engulfing want to please his Master, along with his need to be had by him, overrode every other cognitive thought. The only thing Frank could process in his befuddled brain was that Gerard was close to him but evidently holding back, testing the waters to see if he would make the first move. He desperately wanted to, but he also remembered what had happened the night before. Gerard tilted his head back as though waiting for Frank to make the first move, but the submissive held back, a whimper stuck in his throat when he realized he wasn't bold enough to move without instruction.

There was such a small gap between them but it felt like yards; way too far. Frank breathed out a barely audible 'please', watching Gerard and hoping that his manners would pay off. His Master merely raised an eyebrow at the one syllable and whispered, "I'm curious as to what that's for... It wasn't very clear, boy."

It should have been obvious, especially with the way Frank had leaned in a little closer, but Gerard seemed to be playing dumb. Frank swallowed and drew in a shaky breath when Gerard continued to watch him, waiting patiently because Frank knew that he stumbled a little in his head. His words failed and his heart hammered in his chest, already anticipating what Gerard was going to do to him and for how long. If Gerard really was going to fuck him for as long as it had taken him to do his contract, then Frank couldn't deny how his insides were twisting and knotting up. That was if his body could even cope with that; Five hours of working on his contract had been a long time. The idea of going for that long, especially when the longest session he had with Ryan had been a little over half an hour, was daunting.

"Why did you say 'please'?" Gerard asked curiously, his questioning already had an effect on Frank, "Manner's may maketh man, but manners become fruitless when not used properly."

His eloquence made Frank's insides flutter and squirm. The way Gerard looked down at him like a wolf watching and waiting for his prey to succumb to his need. Frank swore that he couldn't focus, and yet all of his zone-focus was trained on his Master when he managed to whisper shakily, "M-May I please kiss you, sir?"

"Good boy." Gerard praised his obedience; the fact that Frank hadn't just given into his carnal need. Gerard got even closer to him, his grip tightening even more on the sweater Frank was still wearing. Frank felt like he was teetering on an edge, anticipation burning a brilliant and lustful fuchsia in his stomach when Gerard gave him the smallest of tempered smiles. He looked at Frank once more, eyes focusing on his parted lips before the inches dissolved into nothing. The edge slipped away from Frank's feet when the pressure of Gerard's kiss took over. Frank warmed instantaneously when Gerard kissed him, soft lips ruling him and taking charge. The slightest of whimpers echoed in Frank's throat when he felt a tongue tracing his lips; instinctively he opened up, holding onto Gerard and clinging onto his upper arms while he rolled his tongue against Gerard's in a languid display of desperation. Frank had always been the kind of guy who enjoyed the build-up before sex, it had the heat in his stomach sinking down low and his mind beginning to white out. Gerard had Frank drag in a shaky breath through his nose, a muffled 'ah' left him unexpectedly when Gerard sucked on his bottom lip, pulling away far too quickly for Frank's liking.

Gerard tugged at the bottom of Frank's sweater and the latter lifted his arms, letting Gerard undress him. The sweater and t-shirt were discarded onto the floor before Gerard was back on Frank, pushing him down on the bed before he climbed in between his legs. Frank let out a moan when spit-slick lips were back on his own and he kissed back fervently, feeling himself getting more and more wound up as Gerard rolled his hips. The instant pressure on Frank's growing erection, his Master's thick length rubbing against him through his boxers had Frank panting into the kiss. He was thrumming as he tried to pull Gerard even closer to him, hooking a leg around his Dominant's hips to keep him as close as possible.

"Patience is a virtue, my boy," Gerard reminded Frank once he broke the kiss, looking down at the younger man beneath him, his voice breathy but so self-contained. Frank felt light-headed already, practically buzzing with the preconception of what was to come. He bit his lip, stifling a groan when Gerard rocked his hips down against him slowly, torturing him as pleasure bubbled away inside, "If you want to go for as long as your contract took then you need to pace yourself, pup."

"Y-Yes, sir," Frank responded without thinking; replying when necessary had become second nature to him. Acknowledging what Gerard had told him, Frank had no idea how he was going to be able to pace himself when the mere action of Gerard rubbing against him made it feel like his insides were burning hot. Not to the point that Frank swore he could have come from this alone, but close to the point that he was desperate to be filled and used for as long as possible.

Gerard clearly caught on to Frank's heedless pawing, one leg still wrapped around him, it was obvious that Frank was getting a little too carried away. Gerard had in his head what he wanted to do to Frank, but that meant trying to calm down the already-coiled spring of a boy that was underneath him. Gerard tutted softly when he sat up on the bed, his hands trailed up Frank's thighs, skimming over the fabric of his boxers. Frank's hips instinctively lifted when Gerard got his fingers looped into the elastic. Frank let his head fall back against the bed, swallowing as he tried to breathe as evenly as possible. He helped his Master pull the material from his thighs, flushing a tint of pink in the face when he felt so exposed yet again, waiting to find out what Gerard was going to do to him. His hands fisted into the bedding beneath him, dying for something to happen, anything.

"Onto your hands and knees, boy," Gerard instructed and Frank's mind stuttered at the order. It took him a moment to register what he had been told to do but when his brain caught up with his body, he realized that it was going to happen like this. The fantasy had been embedded in his skull for so long was finally coming to fruition and he genuinely felt nauseated in the best way. Frank scrambled on the bed, doing as he was told as he tried to control himself despite the exquisite feeling of Gerard behind him, stroking a hand over his exposed ass, making him whimper. Frank found himself pushing back against Gerard's hand, panting and unable to stop himself when the feel of Gerard kneading and squeezing so skillfully was enough to make him tremble. He didn't realize how much he needed this until the very moment he felt a finger trace over his hole; the lightest touch had the air punched from his chest. He felt like he was in heat, keening over how Gerard was groping at his ass to spread him open.

"Such a pretty boy," Gerard spoke softly as he pried and deliberately manhandled Frank's plump flesh with deliberate intention. Frank blushed as he dipped his head low on his shoulders, arching his back when a hand slid so sinuously slowly up his spine and back down, "There are so many things that I'm inclined to do to it... I just don't know what to choose."

A shiver chased down after the chilled fingertips of his Master; Gerard's words had a wonderful effect on him that made his toes curl and his hands dig into the bedding even tighter. Gerard removed his hands from Frank's ass, choosing to lean over him, his erection pressing hot and hard against Frank's most intimate facets. He whimpered at the warm breath on his ear, "Do you remember your safeword, runt?"

Frank frowned as he lifted his head up, "Yeah? Of course."

"Do you care to remind me what it is?" Gerard asked, his hand skimming along Frank's stomach while he waited for him to answer. The touch was something that could be so innocent, fingertips trailing over tensed muscle that only tautened even more under the touch. It made it even harder for Frank to concentrate on saying the word that lurked in his mouth like a frightened animal.

"P-Pineapples," Frank replied as best he could as he glanced to the side to see Gerard's face so close to his own. Was he going to need it? Their contract was finished and now Gerard had a wonderfully colorful insight into what made Frank tick like a perverted time-bomb. His stomach twisted at the idea, especially after what Gerard had said to him moments before. Did he have something set in his mind? he idea of that alone made him feel like his stomach had dropped down to his feet. And then he felt a hand back on his left ass cheek that caressed so gently, the touch wound him up and involuntarily had him rock back against his Master's hand. Frank bit down on his lip, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, needing Gerard buried in him and not teasing him like he was at that moment.

What Frank wasn't expecting was that when Gerard removed his hand from where it had been, it came swiftly back into contact with a sharp slap, making Frank's body lurch forward as he yelped. The sound of a hand slapping against his ass rang in his ears as the sharp tingles resonated over his skin both hot and cold. It was a lot harder than he had been hit the day before. Frank couldn't help how his safeword rested quite comfortably on his tongue, it wasn't like he was going to blurt it out just because Gerard had surprised him with the spanking, but it was the surprise of it all. He hadn't expected the pain that was currently radiating from the pink mark that was across his backside. Gerard's fingers ran over his flesh as he stroked the tender spot that had Frank melting a little. As much as it had stung, it felt so good; the warm burn that was residing in his skin felt much more sensitive when the area was touched. Frank couldn't help how he whimpered, pushing his safeword back and out of the way as he wondered- And hoped- that Gerard was going to do it again.

Gerard moved his hand back before slapping the pink print on his skin, hitting the exact same area almost precisely. Frank had waited with bated breath when his body lurched forward again. His legs shook, the shock of the moment was subsiding unlike the heat that was growing, radiating, and spreading. Gerard had struck him harder; not much harder, but it was enough to have Frank panting. He yelped when another firm hand came down on his skin, the sharp sound perverting the silence between them. He pushed his cheek against the sheet, keening pathetically.

"Fuck-" Frank choked out when Gerard struck his ass again, twice in quick succession, one to the left and the second taking Frank more by surprise when he switched sides. He hissed out a small sob, his hands rested on the back of his head with his fingers knotted into his hair. There was nothing for a moment but Frank could feel the bed moving behind him, he dared to look over his shoulder to see what his Master was doing, but he wasn't given the opportunity. One more swift slap came across his right cheek and Frank stifled a cry, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. His eyes screwed shut and his thighs shook, his whole body screamed out from the intensity of the burning pain, but at the same time, he was relishing in all of it. His mind had sparked out from the first slap, letting the stinging pleasure fizz through his system, it made him feel drunk. The prickling heat scored every nerve ending and sent glowing pulses into his lower stomach, his dick twitched when Gerard stroked his hand over the sore marks on his ass. Frank forced in an unsteady breath, finally peeling his eyes open, he yearned for more, the warmth of the sting made him shift his hips and push his ass back against Gerard's grip.

"Good boy," Gerard purred as he cupped and kneaded, his free hand ghosting up Frank's thigh. His fingers traced a line until he reached the top of his leg, thumb pressing against Frank's hole just enough to peel a pleading whine from the submissive as three fingers rubbed way too slowly over the sensitive skin that spanned from balls to hole. He felt breathless at the invasive touch but refused to move as Gerard repeated the action, "You liked that, didn't you?"

Frank nodded before he even registered the reaction, his mind securely fastened to where Gerard was touching him. He pushed back and hoped that something- Anything- would finally push into him and satisfy the ever-growing chasm of longing. It was then that Gerard moved away, making Frank feel like he was about to collapse onto the bed. His mind screamed out in frustration and Frank let out a small groan, yelping when a poignant slap bounced off of his head. He ignored the fizzles in his stomach that bloomed in response and chose to listen to his Master's sneered words.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, boy," Gerard's voice darkened. Frank's stomach clenched at the tone, "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." Gerard hummed. Frank heard the soft snap of a cap being opened and it set his stomach churning all over again. The thought alone had Frank clenching already, the anticipated thrum while he waited for the one thing he craved. It came almost instantly; the cold slide of slick fingers pressed at his hole, teasing and making Frank shudder out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan. He dared to push back against the two fingers that were circling his hole, but Gerard's other hand gripped his throbbing ass, keeping him still. Frank knew that he lacked patience. How could he wait when all he wanted was making him feel like he was going to burst. His once-fantasy was about to become a reality and Gerard wasn't letting him rush. Frank had to learn, and he would, no matter what.

The submissive's breathing faltered when he finally felt both fingers sink into him a little quicker than he expected. The ache of the stretch rung out and Frank acclimatized to it as best he could, feeling the slow slide of Gerard's slender fingers inside him. He heard Gerard curse quietly behind him, practically pulling out before he slid back in even quicker, fucking Frank with short thrusts. He hissed at the dull ache of the stretch but Gerard scissoring him and curling his fingers felt like magic. He had only ever imagined what this would feel like, being in this position for his Master, Frank felt like his skin was prickling; far too hot and burning up perfectly. Gerard pushed his fingers in roughly, his other hand gripping Frank's ass in an iron grip. The combination of being spanked and now being fingered had Frank unable to think straight.

Frank blissed-out when three fingers were in him, he was knocked dumb as he held onto the bedding as tight as he could, insides teetering on the brink of ecstasy. He had no idea how he was going to last as long as he had hoped he would; there was no way. Frank felt like he was far too close already, his moans shattered in his throat before they could even tumble passed his lips. Frank whined when Gerard pulled out, he instantly missed the feeling of being not quite full enough, "Slow down, boy. I'm not going anywhere until I'm done with you."

Frank tried to push back when he felt Gerard's dick press against him, but the grip on him grew tighter. The steely hold on his already warm skin ached and fired with sparkler-sharp fizzles. Then the overwhelming feeling of being filled took over when Gerard pushed in. Frank's mouth hung open and the air left his lungs, the moment Gerard sunk into him, he whined loudly. This was better than Frank had ever imagined, netter than his imagination or any toy. Gerard took hold of his waist and held him steady, pulling Frank onto him in one slow and steady movement.

"So tight," Gerard grunted as he bottomed out, pushing in to the hilt in a powerful stroke. Frank tried to hold it together when he was full of his Master, keening at the blissful combination of pain and pleasure that was resonating in him. He could just imagine how Gerard looked behind him, looking down at his Frank, his boy, his newly appointed submissive, it was probably having such an effect on him. A sheen of sweat was probably starting to build up on his brow; his eyes full of hunger. He paused for a second and Frank adjusted to how thick Gerard was in him before the feeling was nearly gone. Gerard had practically pulled out before snapping his hips back. Frank yelped out a loud moan, his hands gripped the bedding. Gerard's hand slid back to his waist, gripping his skin before he pushed Frank forward only to pull him back onto his dick, setting up a slow rhythm.

"Fuck," Gerard cursed out, voice already sounding sonorous, "You look so good. It's like you were made to take me..."

Frank swore he was going to cave if Gerard kept saying things like that. He had been stilled, and the way Gerard was snapping his hips against him, it had the fire in the pit of Frank's stomach already burning hot. Gerard was using him and Frank felt like he was riding the biggest high that he had ever experienced during sex. Gerard was shoving into him over and over so quickly, making him moan uncontrollably every time he heard the slap of skin against skin. He was going to lose it far too fast if Gerard kept this up and Frank really didn't want to come so soon.

"Oh, God- Fuck, ah," Frank moaned out brokenly, he rested his cheek on the bed, screwing his eyes shut. Frank could already feel the burning-fire sensation low in his gut start to emanate outwards. His thighs shook uncontrollably and his stomach tensed, his lungs unable to take in air. How could he stop himself when Gerard was picking up speed again, one hand reaching up to knot in the back of Frank's hair. He tugged, pulling Frank back up onto his hands and knees. He could barely keep a grip on the bedding as he swallowed down a lungful of air between moans and profanities. He hoped and prayed to whatever God that was up there was going to stop him from ashamedly blow his load far too soon. The sharp spikes of pain in the back of his skull made him cry out and even more saliva start to run down his chin, "Sir- Oh, fuck- God... Yes, oh-"

And then everything fell quite quickly. Frank gasped when Gerard slowed right down, coming to a stop with his dick still buried deep in him; the high that Frank had been climbing began to sink back down. He panted, his skin felt suddenly too hot and tight while his whole body felt like it was vibrating. Frank had been moments away from possibly the best orgasm ever, but Gerard had stilled. Frank tried to catch his breath, opening his eyes to stare at a random spot on the wall.

"We need to work on your endurance," Gerard commented, reaching under Frank to run his hand down his chest, across his stomach, and lower. Frank bit his lip, expecting Gerard to go even further and touch him, relieve some of the ache in his dick. He barely skimmed the area and removed his hand, running it through his hair to push it out of the way. Frank visibly tensed up at the lack of contact, getting more wound up as his impending orgasm sunk back down into its perfunctory cave. This was unfair; he wanted to chase it like a hound after a beautifully striking fox. He wanted to gain on it and pounce when it was cornered, sink his teeth right into the warmth and fall into the shambled abyss of his climax. He wanted to share that ecstasy with Gerard buried inside him, but Gerard was right; his stamina was really something that needed to improve. Gerard tutted his tongue disapprovingly, "Can't have you coming too soon, pup. That won't do."

The slow pace Gerard had previously set started up again and Frank wondered if Gerard was going to keep doing this every time he got too close too quickly. For someone who had been asked to be fucked for hours, there was no way in Hell he was going to last an hour, barely half an hour if Gerard kept up his sensuous torture. Frank tried his ace to hold off, relaxing as best he could, but it was no good when Gerard picked up the gait again. He just couldn't stop the thick spools of drool that were falling from between his gritted teeth, dripping onto the sheets beneath him when Gerard was fucking him faster. He wanted it harder, he wanted Gerard to pound into him and make him come so hard that he would sob and scream. But of course, Gerard picked up on how Frank was reacting; the familiar clench along with how his moans and curses were all slewing into one. Gerard dug his nails into Frank's waist and held him still, stopping Frank from shoving back against him just to chase what was practically within reach.

"Slow down," Gerard warned. The way he sounded went straight to Frank's dick that throbbing painfully. Frank felt like he was going to cry if Gerard continued to stop every time. A small sob left him as another tendril of drool escaped from his lips to fall onto the bed. He had never been this bad before, he had never salivated to the point that it would pour from his mouth but he also relished in the fact that it was his body's natural reaction to his Master. No one else could have him pooling fountains in the same way that his Dominant could. He shuddered, his whole body complained as Gerard pulled out and left him whining, desperate to be so full again, "If you rush ahead so frantically then you're only going to end up looking like a desirous slut."

The insult hit Frank's ears and his insides lurched at the one word he had never been called before. The single syllable that rolled off Gerard's tongue like liquid. He wanted to feel disgusted that Gerard had chosen to call him that, but deep down he loved it and the humiliation that came from it. The one degrading word that made Frank whimper and sound just as desperate as Gerard had labeled him. He fell forward, his face landing in the cold and damp puddle that he had created with his spit, "I can't-"

"You're going to have to, boy. This is what you wanted."

Frank shook his head, "Sir, I can't- I-"

"You will," Gerard ordered firmly. Frank's entire being crumpled under the weight of the two words. Frank wasn't going to get what he wanted and he knew it, he wasn't going to come just yet because his Master had said 'no'. Gerard pushed back in a little too quickly than Frank could handle, he was balanced on such a tight string already that the thrust had him convulsing and moaning. Gerard didn't start off slow for him this time; he went right back into the rhythm that he had built up, fucking into the submissive like a jackhammer. Gerard's hands were set on his shoulders before they trailed up, one hand twisted into the brunette locks at the back of Frank's head when the other wrapped so dangerously around his throat. Frank felt like he was splintering already, his insides knotted up so tight and only able to undo themselves when he finally came. But coming wasn't something that he was trying to focus on.

Frank tried to zone out and hold off. It was practically impossible to do when all he could hear was Gerard's labored breaths, buried beneath the obscene skin-on-skin. He swallowed, barely able to breathe when Gerard's fingertips dug into the side of his throat. He gagged on stifled air, his Adam's apple pressed into his windpipe from the taut hold on his neck. He could feel a pressure behind his eyes and a scratch at the back of his tongue. It added a static elevation to his high when his Master's dick brushing against his prostate over and over. It was too much for Frank to handle; as much as he wanted to go on for hours, hours weren't an option for him when the swell of burning pleasure started to build up speed inside of him. Pre-come leaked onto the bedding beneath him as more drool ran in torrent laps down over Gerard's hand and into the sticky space of his own throat. His knuckles white against the bedding, his knees ached and felt raw from the rough slide over the sheets. The grip on his throat tightened and he was suddenly, and unceremoniously, pulled up. He yelped at the hard press of his Master's dick against his prostate, mewling when he was hauled back by his neck, his back flush with Gerard's chest.

"You see this?" Gerard crooned as he let go of his submissive's throat and held his hand up, showing Frank how completely drenched his hand was in spit. It webbed between his fingers and ran down his forearm, slick and shiny in the daylight. Frank whimpered in response, panting heavily as his chest rose and fell; Gerard's other arm was around his chest to keep him from toppling over, "Vulgar little boy who can't control his mouth. Is that what you are?"

"I-" Frank heaved out but was cut off when Gerard smeared his hand over Frank's mouth, rubbing the saliva all over his flushed face before he was pushed back down into the bed. He sobbed out a broken moan, gritting his teeth as the hand remained on his face, keeping his head pressed into the mattress. Frank practically sobbed on the bed, his arms giving out while his whole body shook as his oh-so-close orgasm started to subside in him. He wanted to scream, being denied the one thing he craved yet again. Gerard pulled out once more, the palm of his hand coming down hard against Frank's ass, making him cry out in pain and sheer desperation. He moved his hand from Frank's head but took him by the hair to tilt his head, their eyes locking instantly, "You really can't control yourself, can you boy?"

"I can't- I can't-" Frank sobbed yet again, shaking his head as tears welled in his eyes, "God, I w'na fucking come. Please. Fuck- Please, sir. Anything-"

"Do you? You think you deserve to after I have to keep stopping because you lack tolerance?" Gerard questioned as he watched Frank's attempt as rocking himself back on his Master's length, pitiful whines escaping his lips as each shuddering breath had him heaving.

"Fuck, please-" Frank begged when Gerard lifted him up again by the scalp. He yelped out, cringing at the pain as he was dragged onto his knees by his hair. An open-palmed slap brought him back into the moment, the intense piqued tingles overrode the ache to his cheekbone, and he grunted at the impact. He clenched his jaw, fighting the hold in his hair when Gerard held him still, lips to his ear.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. You seemed to have forgotten to whom you're speaking, dog." Gerard reminded him vehemently, "I am your Master and you should do to fucking remember that. I could keep doing this for hours just like you wanted. Make you learn some self-control. Or, depending on how nicely you ask... I could let you come, boy. I could keep going, I could fill that hole of yours and not hold back when you're... Right there."

"Oh, God... Please, sir," Frank implored again, a small scream leaving him when another slap had his head jerk violently. He panted, his face throbbing, when Gerard gripped his jaw. His head was turned and he stared into his Master's eyes, the glare had a tyrannical swarm of butterflies take off into his soft organs almost immediately. He was let go of and he fell back down onto his hands and knees when Gerard let go of him, circling his hips just an infinitesimal amount to stir up the pleasure he craved, "Please... I need to-"

Gerard landed one more slap to Frank's ass, making tears well in his screwed-shut eyes, searing pain radiated through his thigh and into his orgasm-fire. The strangled noise that left him ended with a pleading sob when Gerard spoke, his voice laced with disapproval, "You really need to learn how to ask properly. Were you not taught any manners growing up, boy?"

Frank shook uncontrollably, involuntarily. His arms threatened to crumple under him. He was in pain, but it felt far sublime; he was so close to the finish line and all he had to do was just ask. It seemed like such a simple feat to accomplish. It was just getting out the right words. Using the wrong ones would probably result in another slap to either his face or his ass- He relished in both so much more than he wanted to admit. He paused for a second, swallowing as he tried to piece together some semblance of a sentence to appease his Master, "'M sorry, sir. P-Please, please... God, please, can I come? I need to... Sir, please. W'na come so bad. You make me feel so good, fill me so fuckin' good. It hurts."

Gerard smiled as he ran his hand over Frank's red flesh, the contact had the submissive instantly whine and press back against him, urging for more. Gerard traced the pad of his thumb over Frank's stretched rim as he praised him. "I knew there were manners in you somewhere. Such a good boy."

In an instant, he was pushing back into Frank and found the pace he had set just as quickly as he had before. He fucked into the pliant boy beneath him with rampant thrusts that had Frank spewing a mess of slurred noises. His hair clinging to his damp forehead and he shook feverishly. He felt a tight grip around his wrist that held him down and he whined, reveling in Gerard's body so close to his when he was within reach of his climax. Frank swore he could reach and touch it, get a firm grasp around it and finally ride it out. He struggled to breathe when the intensely tight knot in the pit of his stomach started to unravel. Frank tensed, his whole body nearly went into shock when the force of his orgasm ripped through him and made him feel like he was being broken apart. He cried out brokenly as he came on the sheets beneath him, his mind whiting out. Gerard continued to thrust into him erratically, his hands gripping Frank's hips with bruising strength. Frank heard a rough 'good boy' from behind him as he arched his back and rocked himself in sync with his Master. He whined incessantly, listening to the soft grunted moans that left Gerard's lips, rutting against him as his orgasm faded into obscenely pleasurable tingles in his fingers and toes. Frank was far too sensitive for this to continue, but at the same time, he relished in how his body continued to fire. His nerves were shot and overworked, sending ripples of overstimulated sparks through his system like hot pins and needles.

A few hard thrusts later, Gerard was stilling in him, gripping Frank to pulling him flush, grunting and cursing when his own orgasm hit. Frank wished that he could see his Master come because of him, but he knew he wasn't meant to move- He probably couldn't if he tried. Gerard slowly rocked himself against Frank, rolling his hips as his own release began to fade. Frank readjusted when he felt the pulse of Gerard in him, the feeling instantly made him squirm.

"Fuck," Gerard swore under his breath as he pushed his hair out of his eyes, and slowly and carefully pulled out. Frank whined, missing the feeling of his Master in him. He collapsed, his legs unable to take it anymore, and he lay flat on the bed, eyes refusing to open while he breathed through the post-orgasm tingles that were still rife in his body. Gerard reached out to touch him tenderly and Frank flinched, hissing lightly when he felt fingers grace the overly-hot skin of his behind.

"Are you okay?" Gerard asked instantly, only to see Frank nodding. A smile spread across his face before he let out a small giggle. Gerard didn't seem appeased by the croaked laugh "Are you sure?"

His ass felt like it was on fire, but it had actually been something that he had enjoyed more than he thought he would. He felt proud of himself for not having used his safeword; Gerard was probably proud of him for not doing that, too. He lay spread out like a starfish on the bed as he tried to catch his breath, "Honestly, I-I'm good, sir."

Gerard muttered out a 'one second' before Frank felt the bed behind him shift. Without even opening his eyes, Frank listened to see if he could figure out what Gerard was doing. He could hear the sound of a drawer being opened, then shut, and Gerard was back on the bed to sit beside him, "It wasn't the five hours that you had hoped for, chiot."

[Pup]

"How long?" Frank asked, cracking one eye open to see that Gerard had thrown his lilac t-shirt back on and was sitting sideways on the mattress

"Just over an hour and a bit," Gerard answered. Frank grinned at that, he felt so fucking proud. Gerard smiled, "You did well, boy. I half expected you to 'safeword'."

"I'm full of surprises."

"That, you really are," Gerard mimicked the chuckle. Frank tried to shift on the bed, but his throbbing ass refused to let him move. Gerard tutted his tongue lightly, "Lie still, okay?"

"Don't think I'm going anywhere for a while- Ah! Fucking Nora, what the fuck?" Frank cried when he felt Gerard's hand on his ass, rubbing something cold and stinging on his hot skin. He winced, feeling the sting in his skin intensify as he resisted the urge to get away from whatever Gerard was doing to him.

"Shh, it's okay, my boy. I'm putting aloe vera on you," Gerard calmed as he put his free hand on Frank's lower back, his thumb brushing back and forth gently. Frank stared down at his Dominant with aghast eyes as he tried to breathe through his nose to assimilate the pain. Gerard pursed his lips, "I know it stings a little now, but it will help."

"Why?"

"This is aftercare, Frank." Gerard told him, "This is the time after a scene where you recover. I make sure you are okay both physically and mentally. I see to your needs. Certain roles and acts can be both psychologically and physically taxing, especially for your first time."

"Is this why you're smearing what smells like plant dick-cheese over my ass?" Frank chuckled again, smiling against the bedding now that he had gotten used to what Gerard was doing to him. If anything, it was nice, being cared for like this. He wouldn't have labeled it as 'affection', but it was definitely something that Frank felt he had craved for far too long.

"Yes, exactly," Gerard spoke, "It may not smell very nice, but at least it means that you might be able to sit half-comfortably."

"Thanks," Frank muttered before he lifted his head up, looking over at Gerard to watch just how intently and diligently he was paying attention to his current action. Frank bit his lip "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Thank you for asking, sweet boy," Gerard nodded, a smile cracking on the corner of his lips as he closed the small bottle of lotion and set it aside. He got up to retrieve his boxers and turned to see Frank staring at him. Frank immediately blushed a furious red and hid his head in his arms, "Do you think you will be able to walk okay?"

"Gimme a minute," Frank answered before he rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his fist, "Why, sir?"

"No reason," Gerard said nonchalantly as he pulled up his boxers, "It can wait. But when you are ready, I have something to show you, boy."

"Oh, yeah?" Frank couldn't deny his piqued curiosity as he sat up a little higher, "What's that?"

"Rest, boy," Gerard instructed as he put his hands behind his back serenely, "I'm sure what I have to show you can wait a little while longer."