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Frank stared at the inside of Lindsey's closet. It couldn't even be considered a closet anymore - it was bigger than his bedroom for sure. His jaw dropped as he looked around in awe. The room seemed to be split into two sections: one for her clothes and shoes, and one for her makeup. The vaulted white ceilings and their crisp white lights looked so modern in comparison to the astoundingly beautiful crystal chandelier that hung from the middle of it. The wooden cypress flooring was so polished that he could almost see his own reflection in the dark wood. The left side of the room had all of her work and business attire in beautiful white shelves and racks with glass doors. Atop the shelves was where all of her purses and bags were carefully stored. And in between two of the shelves on the left was a big floor-length mirror with those pretty vanity lights all around it.

In the middle of the room was a set of two of the most unique pieces of furniture that Frank had ever seen. He walked into the room and took a closer look; they were glass-top displays with her jewelry nestled in red velvet, and thin drawers down the face of each structure that no doubtedly held more jewelry or accessories. What made them so unique was that the back side of each counter jutted out into a short L shape that was padded in white leather and topped with beautiful cushions to create an ottoman-type seat.

He whistled as he looked around, "Damn."

The other side of the wardrobe seemed to be her more casual clothes hung up behind more glass-paned doors. Instead of a floor-length mirror on this side, there was a beautiful vanity table in white and it had enormous drawer-towers on either side for all of her makeup products. The table had a white velvet chair gilded in gold sitting in front of it and had a crystal vase of white orchids atop its shiny surface. He grinned as he took a seat in the comfy armchair, watching her curiously as she switched on the lights to the table and began looking through her vast makeup collection.

She pulled a small round ottoman from nearby and sat down next to him, humming as she arranged some products on the counter, "Good thing you're so damn pale or I wouldn't have any foundation for you. Although..." She took his wrist to look at his veins, "You are more of a yellow neutral undertone than I am."

"Is that racist or not? I can't tell." He whispered softly and she snorted, making him grin, "Just kidding. But... How do you tell?"

"Your veins." She smiled and turned his wrist over, "See here, your veins have this blue-green teal tint to them. That means you have a neutral skintone. It's the most versatile, honestly. You're so lucky. Look at mine."

She turned her arm over and moved her bracelets out of the way to show him, "See how mine are a more true blue? They're almost a purple color. My skin is cool toned and almost a pink tone. So your foundation, for example, has more yellow base and mine would have more blues and reds."

He laughed softly, "I'm fucking translucent, Linds. How is your makeup gonna work on me?"

She smiled, "Let me worry about that and you decide if you want something dark and dramatic, or something colorful and fun?"

"When do I ever do 'colorful', Linds? Really?" He smiled as he cleaned his face with a wipe and was immediately accosted with a pair of soft hands smearing something onto his face. He huffed in surprised and closed his eyes, "Jesus-"

She snorted, "Relax, it's just a primer. You've been surprised with worse on your face."

"How- Ow- How many facial jokes are you making today? Just so I can prepare myself."

She merely smirked to herself as she tapped the primer into his cheeks and forehead gently. She then pursed her lips and opened one of the drawers to grab a headband and slide it over his ears to push his fringe back. He watched her squirt some drops of foundation onto the back of her hand and then add in a serum of sorts and mix it together. She smiled, "It's just a tinted moisturizer, it's got a yellow undertone so it'll help match your skin tone a bit more."

He closed his eyes as she began tapping the foundation into his skin with a soft brush. He let out a small hum; the feeling of the bristles on his skin felt so soft and luxurious - definitely something he could get used to, if he was being honest.

He sat perfectly still while she applied his foundation and concealer and broke their small comfortable silence by asking, "So, what do you think of Ty?"

Frank couldn't help but blink in surprise but coughed and closed his eyes as she applied a pale yellow powder to his face with a big fluffy brush, "He's... He's terrifying. But so intriguing."

She chuckled quietly as she continued brushing some powder into his cheekbones, "That's the general consensus about our local half-native."

"Half-native?" He whispered curiously, "Like, Native American, or... I don't know what term they use these days?"

"Exactly. And if you want to know what he prefers to use, just ask. It changes for every tribe and region, honey." She dipped her brush back into the bronze-colored powder and began brushing it under his jaw gently, "But, on his father's side. They're Lakotan, if I'm not mistaken. His family lineage goes all the way back to Sitting Bull."

"Whoa, seriously? That's so cool. I gotta admit, I don't know much about their people." He played with his fingernails, "He's a very different Dom than G. I can see it now. Even his aftercare is different."

"Oh, really? How so?"

"No cuddling, just sitting around and reading. Resting chakras and stuff, I think. I mean, I'm sure if there was a lot of physical strain, he would probably do more aftercare, but... I couldn't do that forever."

She grabbed another brush and picked up a shiny palette with large pans of highlighter and began adding touches of it to his cheekbones, "That sounds about right. I'm glad he's sober."

"Huh?"

She set everything down and smiled a little, "He used to deal with his trauma in some... less than safe ways. I'm pretty sure he used to have a drug addiction but he was very discreet about it. I don't think Gerard even knows about it, if he did have one. But he seems a lot healthier now, especially that Ethan is gone - absolute asshole if I've ever met one. But, it got really bad a few years ago and my husband had to pay to have Ty's teeth fixed."

She got up to start looking through her eyeshadow palettes in three of her drawers. Frank looked at her as he processed what she said. He chose to smile, "He does have great teeth."

"They're all fake." She elbowed him playfully, "All of 'em. And my husband paid for it all without question. Real porcelain and everything. We made fun of him for months afterward because his teeth were made out of toilet bowl, and not only did both have piss around them a lot but he spoke more shit than a toilet has ever seen."

Frank laughed silently, trying to hold himself together as she began filling in his eyebrows and brushing them out with a spool. She smiled warmly, "I knew you'd like that. He takes the jokes in his stride. It was our love language growing up. It still is. If anyone has learned to have a tough skin, it is most definitely the bastard half-native who grew up on the streets, I'll tell you that much."

She took Frank by the jaw to hold him still as she continued to fix his eyebrows. Frank stayed contentedly unmoving in her grip, "Did you know he has a humongous dick?"

She laughed, pausing in her sculpting, "I've seen him passed out with his hand around his cock more than enough times in my life. He also sends me a dick pic whenever he's mad at me. It doesn't happen often because he actually likes me, but when he doesn't... I know about it. And then some."

"I just realized both G and Ty are circumcised," he added so casually, the comment making Lindsey almost drop her brush if not for her reflexes in catching it before it fell to the ground. She eyed him ruefully, to which he merely offered her a sheepish grin, "What? Only ever seen Ty's cock and not your own husband's? For shame, Lin."

"Keep your eyes shut while I'm busy."

"It's tickling!"

She snorted, "Can handle a whip no problem. Can't handle a synthetic brush. Go figure." She scowled and tapped the brush on his nose, "Enough out of you, brat. Just shut up and let me paint your face."

And he did. He sat for over an hour letting her do whatever she wanted with all of her makeup. She ran through two different palettes and by the end of it, he stared at himself in the mirror in awe. He still had to get used to the feeling of the fluffy lashes glued to his eyelids but he couldn't even focus on it when he was gawking at his own face. He had a dark, cool tone of brownish-grey all over his eye that blended into a black shadow and an enormous wing. He had a pretty white shine to his cheekbones and the tip of his nose, and a similar grey-hued taupe on his lips. It was a matte lipstick and he had been so hesitant about it because he always thought it would feel horrible but it barely felt like anything.

She took his face and turned him away from the mirror to spritz him down with what he assumed to be a setting spray. He coughed lightly and blinked profusely but smiled at how refreshing it felt. He looked at her as he carefully took off the hairband and fixed his fringe again, fluffing it out in the way it usually lay. He smiled in the mirror at her, "How does it look?"

"You look stunning. You should take a nice photo for him and show him. See what he says." She smiled at him, "I know he'd love it."

He immediately felt the color wash over his face underneath the layer of makeup, "I-I can't do that. He'll laugh."

She stared at him with a serious expression, "When does he ever laugh?"

He smiled nervously and had to hide his pout, "Okay. Take a nice picture, at least. Please."

She grabbed his phone from the table and took a few snapshots of him before she sent one to Gerard, grinning excitedly. Frank couldn't help how warm his face was underneath his recent makeover, "This was a big mistake."

She scoffed, "Ugh, he is such a dry texter. He probably won't even reply. Such an old man."

He giggled immediately, "He is, but he's my old man."

"Let's find you something to wear that goes with your new face." She hopped up and went over to her closet but Frank didn't move. He looked at her nervously; this was getting out of hand. He had signed up for makeup, but this was teetering on territory that hadn't been explored at all. She turned to look at him and clearly saw the waves of uncertainty rolling from him. She frowned, "Oh, god, if you don't want to, it's okay, sweetheart. I don't want to force you if you're uncomfortable. Fuck, I didn't even ask."

He swallowed thickly, "I mean... I don't know if I want to or not. But- I can try."

"I won't put you in my tight leather skirt, don't worry. Maybe a nice dress?" She hummed and began scouring through her wardrobe, "What color are we thinking? Some black? Red? Neon yellow?"

"Black," he muttered as he checked his phone for a reply, blowing his cheeks up with a hefty exhale of breath before he turned to see Lindsey holding up a plain black a-line skirt for him. He smiled as he watched her hunt for a shirt to go with it. He took the skirt from her and stepped aside to pull his jeans down and unzip the skirt to put it on. He zipped it up and as he took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, feeling the skirt just fall down from his hips into a pool at his feet. He laughed quietly and pulled it up again, holding the material bunched in his fist, "I may need a belt here, Lin. I'm not as... Curvaceous as you." He tried to pull it back up when the skirt was yanked down from his grip, "Jesus, lady!"

"Wait a damn second there, Skippy." She held out a pair of stockings, "You don't put your skirt on until you've put your tights on. We don't do this ass-backwards, now. Honestly, Frank."

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned sheepishly as he stepped out of the skirt and lay it on the counter before he took the thigh highs from her freshly manicured hand and sat down. He pulled it up over his leg to his knee and repeated it with the other before he stood up to pull them up as gently as he could, "Does this sticky strip bit at the top of the lace help it stay up or what?"

"For people with skinny legs like you, yes. For me, practically impossible." She snorted, "I always need a garter belt with my hosiery whether I like it or not thanks to my thighs."

"You have very nice thighs, Lin." He smiled as he grabbed the skirt to pull it back on without unzipping it this time.

She eyed him playfully as she gave him a ribbed black turtleneck to put on with his skirt. He huffed, letting the skirt fall as he replaced his t-shirt with the soft cashmere sweater, reveling at the soft material on his skin. He smiled as he ran his fingers down the front of it, ironing it out nicely over his chest.

She examined him, stepping back with her fingers to her lips and her eyes squinted to scrutinize and make him feel as though he was under interrogation. She tapped her bottom lip, "Tuck the shirt into the skirt."

He busied himself with the task he'd been given whilst Lindsey went to find him a belt. She came over a moment later to fasten the leather around his waist and pull on the sweater to bunch it up a bit above the top of the skirt. He smiled nervously, "Does it look okay?"

She stepped back, "What experience do you have with wearing heels?"

"Zero, amigo."

"What size shoe are you?"

He watched her go to her shoe collection on one of the walls, "A nine. Which I know you aren't. There's no way." Frank felt his cheeks warm up when he remembered, "I... I think I actually have a pair."

She snorted softly, "Of course you do. That man never misses a beat, does he?"

~

It was only ten minutes later that Frank had slipped on the modest pair of black Mary Janes with a sensible 3-inch heel that at least had an ankle strap for extra support. Lindsey had helped him take a few of his first baby-deer steps through the hallway. He couldn't deny just how amazing his legs looked in this combination - but he was also trying not to die. He sat down so carefully on the leather ottoman in her closet and smiled, "Do you think he'd like it?"

Lindsey eyed him and took out her phone, "He might just have a stroke. Should we show him? Or do you think he'd actually have a heart attack at work?"

He giggled behind his hand brightly, "Please, take a picture. Should I bend over?" The moment the words left his lips, he felt his cheeks heat up again and he looked away.

"I'm just the cameraman. You do what you feel comfortable with, I won't judge."

He got up and picked up a cushion from the ottoman, accidentally-on-purpose dropping it on the floor so that he could bend down slowly to pick it up. He glanced back at her as she took a few photos of him from different angles. He grinned as he stood up, "Okay, okay. Is that enough?"

"Sit on the chair for me and lean back a little. Like, cross your leg over the other to the side and show some thigh." She instructed and took photos as he followed her instructions with more effort than he thought possible. She scrolled through them and kept a few of her favorites, "Do we send it from my phone or yours?"

"Mine," he whispered as he got up and picked two pretty pictures before he sent them to Gerard; one sitting and one bending over. Lindsey was still grinning excitedly as they both stared intently at the screen. It took a minute or two until they saw the delivery change to 'read', and the moment Frank saw the receipt, he let out a small yelp. He felt a swell of butterflies in his stomach; he was getting nervous for the response, anticipating every single reply that could potentially be coming his way.

But nothing happened.

Frank sat down carefully in the chair nearby, setting his phone on the vanity table to look at the screen intently. Lindsey gave him a smile, "I'm sure he's probably in a meeting. You know how he is when he's in work mode."

Frank pouted, "Or he hates it."

"You could be in a potato sack and he'd get hard. It's not about the clothes, it's about the attraction. You know that. If you saw him in a suit or in a garbage bag, would it matter?"

Frank chuckled softly as he played with his fingernail nervously, "That's not the same."

"How is it different?"

His cheeks warmed up a tad more as he glanced at his phone, "Uh..."

"See? Now, come on, an outfit like that deserves a glass of wine. You look adorable." She took his hand and helped him up carefully. She walked with him slowly down the hallway to make sure that he didn't slip or fall on his ass - he had also never been more grateful that the stairs were carpeted. Frank sat carefully at the breakfast bar and flattened his skirt over his thighs as Lindsey poured him a glass of rosé with a dash of apple syrup in it for fun. He sipped on his wine happily and watched her make herself a martini before they sat around chatting happily in the kitchen, periodically checking his phone despite it being absolutely dry in regards to responses.

It was at least another twenty minutes of idle chatting between them before Lindsey was stopped abruptly in the middle of her monologue about the improper care of silver jewelry when they heard the front gate and garage door opening. Frank stared at the door as his heart shot into his chest and climbed in pulse. Lindsey looked up in surprise and glanced at the clock to see that it was just after three in the afternoon.

The door opened less than a minute later and it was, in fact, Gerard that had come home. He strode into the house, in his taupe suit and burnt orange tie, and set his briefcase down at the door. He glanced at Frank and gestured with his two fingers for Frank to go upstairs - since he used his right hand and not his left, Frank knew that he had to go to their bedroom and not to the playroom.

Frank set his wine down with a small yelp and gave Lindsey a thankful glance for their day together before he tucked his proverbial tail between his legs and ran upstairs. He stumbled thanks to his shoes but he made it and continued to scamper down the hallway and into the bedroom. He was also so grateful to his past self for the foresight in making the bed that morning.

He climbed onto the bed and knelt down in the center, freezing for a second when he realized that he had shoes on, but then perhaps it would be okay since they were brand new. He didn't get any instruction on undressing at all, but he still knew that shoes on the bed was a no-no.

He pushed the quell of panic down because he knew the outfit wouldn't look the same without them. If Master wanted the shoes off, he would make it known. He sat obediently on the bed, practically thrumming inside and so scared in the best way.

Gerard pushed the door open and walked in, gesturing for him to stand up. He scrambled to his feet at the side of the bed with his hands behind his back and his head down. Gerard strode over to his submissive, taking the latter's jaw so gently in one hand to tilt his head up. Frank swallowed hard as he stared up at his Master, looking into his darkened gaze, and it made his organs feel as though they were being squeezed tightly by a python.

He exhaled shakily as Gerard ran his thumb over Frank's bottom lip slowly, taking in the pretty visage that was brand new to them both. He opened his mouth automatically, making his Dominant almost smile as he patted Frank's cheek harder than normal. Frank let out a whimper, the soft sting resonating into his bones, and he looked up at Gerard with big eyes; wanting, needing eyes that he hoped would portray every emotion he was unable to say.

Gerard stepped back and ran his hand down Frank's arm to take his hand and slowly spin him around to get a proper look at his submissive. The intense gaze made Frank so pink in the face, along with Gerard's whispered comment, "Such a pretty boy."

When Frank had his back to his Dominant, he felt his body being pulled back into the strong chest in which he always sought comfort. The warmth on his shoulders tantamount to the whisper in his ear only made him melt when he heard his Master's voice, "I do sincerely hope, for your sake, that you understand just how much you have an effect on me."

Frank couldn't help the whine that got stuck in his throat, "I-I do, sir?"

He felt Gerard's arm wrap around his middle to hold him close as he pressed against the pliable submissive and grind against his lower back slowly, making his semi evident despite Frank already being quite aware. He bit his lip and remained as still as he could, leaning back against his Dominant and trying to stand on his toes even more than he already was thanks to his heels, hoping to press Gerard's cock exactly where he longed to feel it so closely.

He felt Gerard's hand run down his torso over the soft cashmere and back up again before his long fingers slid into the submissive's hair to tug on a handful of it and abruptly tilt Frank's head to the side. Frank was panting already, feeling his Dominant's lips on his neck, sucking so gently in such a vast contrast to the painfully tight grip in his dark hair. He couldn't deny how good it felt already, how the small touches sent immense and intense sparks through his system that were enough to make his knees weak.

He let out a small moan when he felt Gerard's teeth on his ear; the miniscule action had Frank reach back between them to cup his Master's erection and palm him so slowly, preening internally at just how hard he was. He let out a pathetic whine when Gerard pushed into his hand, practically grinding against his palm as he exhaled breathily into Frank's ear. The young submissive turned his head to look up at Gerard with needy eyes, a vapid and lustful expression nestled in his gaze. Frank felt his head tilted up a fraction more before there were lips on his in a surprisingly passionate kiss that had butterflies explode under his skin. The kiss was so slow but so electric and Frank couldn't help but moan into his Dominant's mouth; the sheer amount of tongue and spit shared between them seemed far too unhealthy but neither wanted to stop.

Frank felt both of his Master's adept hands run down his sides and squeeze his hips, long fingers trailing over the tops of his thighs to slide his skirt up and touch his soft skin. It all happened just a millisecond before Frank whimpered, feeling a sharp slap come down on his leg that had him almost quivering, "S-Sir, please-"

Gerard chuckled softly and breathily against his submissive's ear, "And you doubted me before, boy? Did you think, for just a moment, that I wouldn't like this?"

"W-Wasn't sure..." Frank managed in between panted breaths as he continued to palm Gerard. He was spun around to face his Dominant and pulled right up against him. Feeling Gerard's erection against his belly button made him feel as though he were increments away from melting.

"Are you sure now, boy?"

He whined softly and nodded hazily as he clung to his Master, wanting nothing more than to be somehow closer than they already were. He whispered a faint, "Y-Yes, sir."

"Such a pretty boy, all for me. Isn't that right? Aren't you all mine, looking so pretty? So absolutely ravishing in your little outfit. I can only imagine what's under that skirt." Gerard replied in a dulcet hush of his own, "Why don't you show me, sweet boy? Hmm?"

Frank bit his lip and lifted his skirt up to show Gerard the panties he had chosen to wear underneath it. He held his uneven breaths as Gerard smiled and stepped back to look him over, gesturing with his finger for Frank to spin. He obeyed the instruction and turned on his heel so slowly, sticking his ass out just a little as he did so, knowing that his Dominant could see how hard he was through the scant lace of his underwear.

Gerard merely pushed Frank over when he had his back turned, pushing the little submissive over the side of the bed. Frank huffed quietly as he held himself up with his hands on the mattress, fingers curled into the soft sheets for support as Gerard touched and caressed the smooth skin of his exposed ass. He felt his skirt being lifted up for better access before a hand came down in a quick swat. The feeling was exquisite, burning in the same windtrails under his skin that had been left by the ravenous butterflies from moments before.

He bit into his bottom lip, grunting softly when Gerard kicked Frank's feet apart lightly with a tap from his own boot on each inner arch. He spread Frank's cheeks apart with his big hands and ran his thumb over Frank's hole, teasing the trembling submissive with the intrusive feeling of lace on his rim. Frank couldn't help the involuntary clench that happened; he was far too excited to help every nerve reaction. Gerard spanked him again, grabbing a whole handful of Frank's curved flesh to make it jiggle and to elicit another deplorable whine from the latter. He lifted Frank up by his collar and helped him untuck his turtleneck to remove it entirely, pulling his submissive back against his chest to touch him so slowly and kiss his skin.

He reached down under the skirt to palm Frank slowly. The young submissive felt his hips moving on their own accord, rutting against his Master's rigid palm as he moaned loudly, unable to control the sounds that left him. He managed to extend his arm back to grab a handful of Gerard's beautifully auburn hair when his Master leaned in to kiss his jaw, "My sweet little Hyacinth. My implorable and breakable little boy. The things I could do to you are boundless when you look like this."

Frank exhaled shakily, his brain unable to compute and comprehend any of the words as though his burning desire for his Dominant had created a vibrant veil around his brain that allowed nothing but the thought of the man that had all but engulfed his every sensation. He swallowed, "P-Please. All of them, please. Sir-"

Gerard slid from around Frank to sit down on the bed, and loosened his tie an increment, "I want you to stay in that skirt. I'm not done with you, not by a mile. And I hope you know it won't be the last time, either. Now come here, on your knees. Take off my boots."

"Yes, sir," Frank uttered as he sank down to his knees in front of his Master, taking Gerard's foot to put it on his thigh and carefully loosen the laces with his trembling fingers. He pulled the leather boot off, so vastly aware that he was being watched, and helped Gerard remove his slightly sweat-dampened sock.

Over the past few months of being with Gerard, Frank had already grown not only accustomed to his Master's scent, but there was some small primal part of his brain that couldn't help but feel a lustful tug every time he got in proximity to the smell of his Master's sweat. He leaned down to kiss the top of Gerard's foot before removing his other boot with more care and consideration than he had ever bothered with when handling objects of fragility.

"Good boy. Now look up at me, let me see you," Gerard instructed in soft ordinance that had Frank obey, glancing up at his Dominant from under the fluffy false lashes he had perfectly glued to his lids. Gerard ran one of his feet up over Frank's thigh slowly, "So pretty. I have such a beautiful boy all to myself. Aren't I so lucky?"

Frank smiled warmly, "I'm lucky, too, sir."

"Oh, I have no doubt in my mind about that." He smirked, "Qui d'autre vénériez-vous chaque jour?"

Frank glanced up at his Master, "Vénériez-vous? That- That's worship, right, sir?"

Gerard smiled proudly and leaned down, tucking a finger under Frank's chin to lift him up and kiss him softly, "Such a smart little runt. And who do you worship, boy?"

Frank exhaled shakily against his older Dominant's lips, scooting closer on his knees, "Y-You, sir. Only you. No one else."

Gerard moved his finger from under Frank's chin to hold his jaw and open his mouth for him, "Let me see."

Frank immediately widened the gape of his jaw, keeping his mouth as unbarred as physically possible as he stuck out his tongue, knowing full well that he had drooled on his skirt. His head was tilted back until he stared at the beautiful off-white ceiling; his view of the roof was obstructed by his Master's face as he leaned over him. They locked eyes, a sordid and tension-loaded eye contact that twisted Frank's insides over and over, was consummately interrupted when Gerard spat slowly into his submissive's mouth.

He moaned softly, feeling the tendril of spit run over his tongue and into the back of his throat, the intimate action shared between them making Frank's dick ache even more than it already was, pressed against his scratchy underwear.

Gerard looked down at his submissive, stroking his cheek so gently with his index finger, a touch that Frank couldn't resist leaning into, "Do you like dressing like this, little boy? The skirt and the pretty makeup, it's very different from your usual attire, my prince."

Frank nodded as he adjusted on his knees, "I-I do like it, sir. It's new but... Good."

Gerard smiled softly at the response as his caress dwindled from cheek to Frank's pierced lip, "This color is exquisite. Just when I thought these lips couldn't get any better." He took Frank's hand in his and brought it up, laying his hand flat on his crotch for Frank to touch; he was still so hard. Frank watched his own hand, rubbing and palming slowly, looking up at his Dominant when he let out a small moan.

Gerard leaned back to unfasten his belt and his suit pants with Frank helping him. He lifted his hips to push his slacks down to his ankles when the eager submissive leaned in to kiss Gerard's inner thighs, getting his Master out of his pants entirely. Gerard let out a small hum of approval and ran his fingers through Frank's hair, watching Frank as he nuzzled his face against Gerard's erection, swallowing drool.

Frank was panting softly as he mouthed at Gerard's clothed cock, whining when he heard his Dominant curse under his breath and lean back on his elbow, his body tensed as he tugged on Frank's hair.

Frank looked up at him from under his lashes to see Gerard looking down at him darkly, "Don't be such a tease just because you're feeling cocky in your new skirt."

Frank tilted his head innocently, keeping eye contact with his Master as he licked from base to tip slowly over Gerard's boxers, lingering for just a moment to press the ball of his tongue piercing against the underside. Gerard exhaled in annoyance and promptly slapped Frank on the head, earning a little whimper.

He sat up and lifted Frank up by his collar, his fingers tucked into the sturdy leather, as he pulled the young boy up. Frank knew what Gerard wanted from him, following the trajectory of his Master's hand as he climbed onto the bed to straddle him. He ground himself down on Gerard's cock, whining as he put his hands on his chest, grabbing at the soft material of Gerard's white shirt.

He leaned down but stopped himself, knowing full well that he had absolutely no permission to do what he sorely wanted. He whined shakily and looked down at his Dom, "P-Please, sir."

"What, boy?"

"Just... Please can I have a kiss, sir?" He whispered as he dug his nails into the soft white cotton fibers. Gerard chuckled and pulled Frank down into a kiss with more tongue than he had expected. He felt himself instantly melt against Gerard, his skin crawling with the exquisite tingles that always preluded the touch for which he longed. He sucked on Gerard's bottom lip, feeling hands run over his outer thighs before one came down in a sharp slap that had him instinctively bite down.

He yelped when a hand came down again on his tingling flesh, muffling the sound as he rolled his lips into his mouth; he didn't mean to bite. He pouted as he looked down at his Master, opening his mouth to apologize when there were suddenly two fingers violently pushed in to replace his apology. He resisted the involuntary urge to choke, moaning as he sucked on his Master's fingers and intuitively began to rock his hips in slow circles.

Gerard sat up, pulling Frank right onto his lap and so close against him, a big hand on his lower back. He held his submissive close to his body as he leaned over, opening the top bedside drawer to grab the bottle of lube. Frank took it from him with a shaky hand, yelping softly as he was lifted up to sit up on his knees. He could feel Gerard stroking himself, the soft brush of his Master's arm on his thigh as he worked on his own length with perfect fingers.

Frank wasn't even sure he could remember when his Dominant had pushed his underwear down but he was so glad he had passed that point. He was aching by now, hard and leaking against the restriction of his panties. He sat up and lifted his skirt, trying to push the underwear down with a shaky hand but he was stopped, his underwear merely pushed aside as two fingers teased over his hole.

He felt his insides jump and twist into multiple knots, all he wanted to do was just push down on his Master's fingers - lube be damned. He whined quietly, trying to hide his disdain as he watched Gerard ply a small amount of slick gel to his palm and reach beneath to stroke himself again. Frank put his hand on Gerard's shoulder and felt around underneath himself, taking his Dominant's cock into his own hand before he sank down slowly.

The sound that left him was echoed by the man on which he was currently half-sheathed, both of their moans encapsulated by poignant panted breaths. He held onto both of his Master's shoulders when he had sunk down enough to be able to keep his balance, looking down into the darkened hazel gaze that tore at his insides.

He waited until the initial ache began to subside before rolling his hips, whining as he bottomed out entirely. He was pulled into a kiss, his lips and tongue bombarded by the dominant force of his Master's own. He found himself already moving without even realising, his motions stuttered and broken as he fought to keep hold of his sanity, wanting to savor the moment more than anything. He was slowly starting to realize that he wasn't going to get his way, his need for his Dominant and for his own release grew with steady fervor, following the same speeding conduit as his fervent bounces.

He could hear his Master panting, feel the warm fug of his breath seeping through the soft wool of his sweater. He wrapped an arm around Gerard's head, keeping him close, using the grounding sensation of his hair to halt the incessant drip of subspace over his brain. He was already begging quietly for his own release, hoping and praying that his Dominant was somewhere near the same distance toward the end.

He knew, going into this, that it would be over faster than usual. He knew it wasn't meant to be a long fuck or even one of average length. It was one of those quick and sticky affairs that got all of the hormones out of the way and allowed you to think clearly. Did he necessarily want to think clearly? He had no idea. Not now. Not when the exquisite angle of his Dominant buried inside him was akin to striking a match on flint, the same sparking friction that would set him ablaze in an instant.

He heard Gerard grunt out a soft curse, his fingernails of one hand digging into Frank's soft thigh, the other hand white-knuckling the edge of the bed. Frank put his hands on Gerard's chest and tried to wordlessly signal what he wanted, pushing Gerard back onto his elbows. He held his Master's shoulders and sped up his already hastened bounces, moaning with each one whether he wanted to or not. He felt the clothes on his body far too tight and too warm, he felt the rushing waves building up under his skin and threatening at any point to burst like a supernova.

He was trying to beg, his mouth open and the words were in the queue but he couldn't get them up. It was as though every moan and whine built up in his body kept cutting in line and pushing his utterances back into his throat. And his Master knew, he knew just how close his submissive already was, the sounds being a clear indication. He put his hand around Frank's throat, squeezing the sides and sending a flurry of fizzles into Frank's brain that had his vision blurring. He threw his head back, knowing that he had a tiny spindrel of drool running down his chin. He was so tense and so clenched around his Dominant's cock, reveling in the fullness so close to his climax.

But he pushed through, the submission that had been drilled into his brain overrode the selfish need to come. He wanted to feel his Master fill him up more than anything, the pride swelling slowly in his chest every time he heard Gerard moan or pant because he was doing a good job in pleasing his Master. He found himself whispering soft words to his Dominant whenever he could get them past his spit-slicked lips, "Please, sir. Please. Fuck- Pleasepleaseplease fill me up. Want it, ah-"

Gerard could only nod as he lifted his hips, the sudden change had Frank cry out and sit up, his arms back behind him as he held onto his Master's knees for support. He was moving his hips in a scattered rhythm, so solely focused on the destination that the bumpy journey didn't even matter anymore. He felt the hand around his throat tighten tenfold to the point that his eyes crossed and rolled back into his skull, a strangled choke heaving past his lips as he heard Gerard moan. The guttural noise was followed by the thrilling rush as Frank watched his Master unfold beneath him.

He stared down at Gerard, whining as he was filled up. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the parted lips and the pink tint to his cheeks and the way his eyebrows furrowed. He rolled his hips down in slow and grinding circles, watching the way it made his Master grunt breathlessly and twitch inside him. He was so close to coming, so close to his release that it was about to drop from his tongue but he was already one foot into the grave that was his subspace. He couldn't come without knowing it's what his Dominant wanted.

He waited with bated breath, watching Gerard sit up with a grunt. He felt an arm slip around his waist to pull him down before he was fucked into quickly and ruthlessly. He let out a hoarse cry that was muffled by the sheets beneath them, his body disintegrating into nothing but a puddle. He moaned with every thrust, the sound was so embarrassingly pitchy and pathetic but he couldn't care if he tried - not when he was about to finally come.

It hurt so much, the restriction confining his cock and his balls, a constant chafe on his most sensitive parts. But it added to every sensation that was coiled so tight. He bit into Gerard's shoulder, his body finally shattering into orgasmic spacematter as his hole was filled a second time, surprising him entirely.

He had never shared his orgasm so closely with any lover, let alone giving them a second orgasm so close after the first. His head was spinning, still dazzling with the diamonds of afterglow that had him hazy. He was panting so heavily that his lungs actually hurt as though bruised. He pulled himself off, groaning softly at the painful ache as he placed sloppy kisses to his Master's jaw.

Gerard chuckled quietly and ran a hand through Frank's hair slowly, gently tugging at a knot until it managed to untie itself. Frank hid himself in his Master's neck, his ears ringing and his hole still throbbing and feeling so succinctly empty. He hated that feeling.

Frank remained silent for a moment as he tried to push his baby-bird brain from the safe best that was his subspace. He frowned, "S-Sir?"

"Oui?"

"You called me something earlier. What was it?" Frank whispered as he twirled his finger over a button on Gerard's shirt.

"Hyacinth?"

"Yes, sir. That. What is it? Isn't it a flower?" Frank laughed a little but it hurt his throat; his whole body felt as though it were suffering from an extreme case of dry mouth.

"It is. But it was also the name of Apollo's human lover. Hyacinthus was a young Spartan prince who became the lover of the Greek God of Healing, Sun and Poetry amongst other things." Gerard replied, his voice in a soft cadence.

Frank smiles brightly, "So, Apollo was into guys?"

"Not exclusively but yes. He was into young boys." Gerard chuckled as he brushed Frank's hair back so gently.

"So, what happened to them?" Frank asked as he sat up to rest his arms across Gerard's chest and look down at his auburn-haired lover.

Gerard's faint smile turned sad, "Hyacinth was killed in an accident by the hand of his immortal lover. They were playing a game when it went wrong and he hurt him and was unable to heal him."

Frank's warm smile fell slowly and was replaced with a sad little pout, "A-And then?"

"Apollo promised that he would always remember Hyacinth in his songs and the music of his lyre. He also commemorated his young prince by creating a flower, the hyacinth, and on its petals inscribed the words of despair that he felt."

"What words, sir?"

"'Al al', which was short for 'alas alas'. Words of mourning." Gerard looked up at his submissive, "Granted, it wasn't completely Apollo's fault but also because Apollo wasn't the only man who was interested in the young prince, but also a God named Zephyros. Hyacinth chose Apollo over him and he got so incredibly jealous. He was the God of the west wind and when Apollo was playing discus with his prince, the West Wind blew the discus across the sky and it hit Hyacinth quite fatally in the head. Apollon, in his grief, then transformed the dying boy into a larkspur flower to hold him forever."

Frank was enraptured as he listened to the story, his Master had such a way with words and he could listen to them for hours. He smiled, "That's... Beautifully sad."

"It is rather." Gerard's lips twitched with the hint of a smile, "It is rather odd that you chose Apollo for me. Although, I believe that the Greek gods were obviously darker skinned and had dark hair, being Mediterranean and all, the oil paintings and artworks of him show that he was also somewhat of a redhead."

Frank grinned brightly, "Really?"

"In the paintings, he's depicted as tall and pale with either ginger or strawberry blonde hair."

"And Hyacinth, sir?"

"Much shorter, olive toned and black hair." Gerard eyed him playfully, and Frank felt the color rise in his cheeks.

"No way." He whispered.

"Way."

"How many 'Ways', sir?" Frank giggled.

Gerard pursed his lips in thought, a dramatic facial expression that held pause before he answered, "One and a half 'Ways', my Cynthia."

"One and a half, sir? You're one and... Is there a baby I don't know about or something?" He let out half a nervous laugh.

Gerard raised an eyebrow, smirking so playfully as he tapped the tip of Frank's nose with his finger, "You think about that one, young prince. Let me know when you get there."