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Title: Let's Make Love
Author: catbrains
Pairing: Gerard Way/Frank Iero
Rating: This story is rated NC-17 for sexual acts and language.
Summary: “His brother warned you. “He’s just going to use you.” were his exact words.”
Disclaimer: I don't own Gerard Way, Frank Iero, or any other member of My Chemical Romance.
His breath against your skin unbearable. Simply the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck turns you on. It’s heaven. He gives you of look of pure lust and you respond with pleasurable moans. You manage a smile as he speaks into your ear. “Let’s make love.” He says gently biting your earlobe while waiting for a response. “Oh, yes.” At a time like this, that was all you could say. All you needed to say.
You feel your body tremble as his hand make it’s way up your shirt. It’s cold, but it's all okay. You can warm it for him. He kisses you with such passion, such pleasure, you question if it’s all an illusion. You slowly slip your tongue through his lips. He lets out a small smile as you two continue to wrestle with your tongues. Lustfully.
He continues to feel your body with his hands, oh so gently, a moan escapes your mouth. He is full of pride now, showing it by allowing himself to feel more of you. He is hungry for love, and you are thirsty for him.
His hands are no longer cold but warm, no, hot. On fire from the sensation he has caused throughout both his and your body. It’s addictive, because you want more. Your kiss finally breaks and he pushes you against the wall. Rough.
He tugs on your shirt as a sign to take it off, knowing words would ruin the moment. You obey with no hesitation. He studies you as he bites down onto his lip. He wants to see what he’s dealing with, and you want to show off what you have. Pleased of what he was viewing, he began to move his figures along your body. Up from your chest down to the tattoo on your stomach. He paused for a moment, exhaling, before he began tracing your tattoo. His touch was just too much and...
“Oh God.” You let out a moan and he smiled. He liked to make you moan. Just as much as he liked teasing you.
His lips clash against yours once more, only less gentle and he finds himself inside your mouth. Tongues pleasurably fighting with each other. It breaks, though, and you find yourself angered until you hear his next request.
“Take off your pants.” You let in a deep breath as you hear his words. You can feel your length twitch inside your pants. Again, without hesitation, you obey. Throwing your jeans to the side, just as you had your shirt, you wait in anticipation of his next move.
Once more he studies your body, carefully planning his every move on you. As if he figured out exactly what he was going to do, he put on a huge smile and nearly ripped off his clothing. You looked with your eyes wide, amazed. He was gorgeous. You placed your hand on his chest, to feel his beautiful pale skin against yours. And for a second, you were jealous.
That all went away when he pressed himself on you, sucking on your neck. Leaving his mark. You loved that. Because it meant he was coming back for more. Just like a hungry dog. You gasped as he bit into your skin. He definitely was coming back for more.
You were more than turned on now, feeling your erection grow. He must have too, through the thin fabric of your boxers, because he grinned like a fool and took out his length, already fully erect, and asked off with your boxers.
Now, fully naked, you found yourself venerable. In this situation, though, it felt just right. He licked his lips as he glanced down at your erection. He is surly coming back for more.
You wrapped your legs around his waist in hope that he’ll support your weight. Your height helped a lot, for once. And the anticipation grew.
He had nothing with him, neither did you, but you didn’t care. You wanted him. You needed him, if it meant a little pain and a little chance then let it be so. Lubricant and condoms were the last thing you could have cared about in a moment like this. He thought the same, as he attempted to align his dick with your ass, obviously ignoring any preparation.
He slammed into you, and you winced from the sudden pain coursing through your body. Giving you some thought, he waited a minute for you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It worked for a few seconds, the pain turning into pleasure, but the friction from his erection moving in you caused the pain to be felt for another couple of minutes. Maybe lubricant would have been nice.
The pain, though, slowly turned into pleasure as you moaned for each thrust he made. You were pretty sure whoever resided on the other end of the wall heard your pleasurable moans, if not your body slamming against the wall for each time he thrust in you.
He whispered your name into your neck and you dug your nails deep into his back from his hot breath and the hot sex. You were holding onto him tight never wanted to let him go. You wanted this to go on forever, but knew you were close. A couple more thrust later and a loud moan escapes your mouth, you came, leaving the sticky fluid fall onto his stomach. Moments later he did the same inside your body, and oh God did you feel it.
Once he let himself out of you, you both fell straight to the ground, still holding onto each other. His breathing returned to normal, as did yours, and he lifted himself up from the floor. Glad he had layered himself with two shirts that day, he used one to wipe the sticky fluid off of his skin and threw it back on the floor for him to dress himself.
Moments later you found yourself doing the same, ignoring the sore consequence of not using lubricant during sex. You smile before fixing his hair and give him one last kiss on the cheek. And he left.
His brother warned you. “He’s just going to use you.” were his exact words. You ignored him, though. You smile at his comment, you know it was true. He used you, yes, but he marked you too. You rub your neck in hope to feel his mark and laugh to yourself. He used you, but you don’t care. He can go fuck twenty more guys after you, because he didn’t fuck you. He ‘Made Love’ to you. He marked you. He’ll come back for more. Eventually.
Author: catbrains
Pairing: Gerard Way/Frank Iero
Rating: This story is rated NC-17 for sexual acts and language.
Summary: “His brother warned you. “He’s just going to use you.” were his exact words.”
Disclaimer: I don't own Gerard Way, Frank Iero, or any other member of My Chemical Romance.
His breath against your skin unbearable. Simply the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck turns you on. It’s heaven. He gives you of look of pure lust and you respond with pleasurable moans. You manage a smile as he speaks into your ear. “Let’s make love.” He says gently biting your earlobe while waiting for a response. “Oh, yes.” At a time like this, that was all you could say. All you needed to say.
You feel your body tremble as his hand make it’s way up your shirt. It’s cold, but it's all okay. You can warm it for him. He kisses you with such passion, such pleasure, you question if it’s all an illusion. You slowly slip your tongue through his lips. He lets out a small smile as you two continue to wrestle with your tongues. Lustfully.
He continues to feel your body with his hands, oh so gently, a moan escapes your mouth. He is full of pride now, showing it by allowing himself to feel more of you. He is hungry for love, and you are thirsty for him.
His hands are no longer cold but warm, no, hot. On fire from the sensation he has caused throughout both his and your body. It’s addictive, because you want more. Your kiss finally breaks and he pushes you against the wall. Rough.
He tugs on your shirt as a sign to take it off, knowing words would ruin the moment. You obey with no hesitation. He studies you as he bites down onto his lip. He wants to see what he’s dealing with, and you want to show off what you have. Pleased of what he was viewing, he began to move his figures along your body. Up from your chest down to the tattoo on your stomach. He paused for a moment, exhaling, before he began tracing your tattoo. His touch was just too much and...
“Oh God.” You let out a moan and he smiled. He liked to make you moan. Just as much as he liked teasing you.
His lips clash against yours once more, only less gentle and he finds himself inside your mouth. Tongues pleasurably fighting with each other. It breaks, though, and you find yourself angered until you hear his next request.
“Take off your pants.” You let in a deep breath as you hear his words. You can feel your length twitch inside your pants. Again, without hesitation, you obey. Throwing your jeans to the side, just as you had your shirt, you wait in anticipation of his next move.
Once more he studies your body, carefully planning his every move on you. As if he figured out exactly what he was going to do, he put on a huge smile and nearly ripped off his clothing. You looked with your eyes wide, amazed. He was gorgeous. You placed your hand on his chest, to feel his beautiful pale skin against yours. And for a second, you were jealous.
That all went away when he pressed himself on you, sucking on your neck. Leaving his mark. You loved that. Because it meant he was coming back for more. Just like a hungry dog. You gasped as he bit into your skin. He definitely was coming back for more.
You were more than turned on now, feeling your erection grow. He must have too, through the thin fabric of your boxers, because he grinned like a fool and took out his length, already fully erect, and asked off with your boxers.
Now, fully naked, you found yourself venerable. In this situation, though, it felt just right. He licked his lips as he glanced down at your erection. He is surly coming back for more.
You wrapped your legs around his waist in hope that he’ll support your weight. Your height helped a lot, for once. And the anticipation grew.
He had nothing with him, neither did you, but you didn’t care. You wanted him. You needed him, if it meant a little pain and a little chance then let it be so. Lubricant and condoms were the last thing you could have cared about in a moment like this. He thought the same, as he attempted to align his dick with your ass, obviously ignoring any preparation.
He slammed into you, and you winced from the sudden pain coursing through your body. Giving you some thought, he waited a minute for you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It worked for a few seconds, the pain turning into pleasure, but the friction from his erection moving in you caused the pain to be felt for another couple of minutes. Maybe lubricant would have been nice.
The pain, though, slowly turned into pleasure as you moaned for each thrust he made. You were pretty sure whoever resided on the other end of the wall heard your pleasurable moans, if not your body slamming against the wall for each time he thrust in you.
He whispered your name into your neck and you dug your nails deep into his back from his hot breath and the hot sex. You were holding onto him tight never wanted to let him go. You wanted this to go on forever, but knew you were close. A couple more thrust later and a loud moan escapes your mouth, you came, leaving the sticky fluid fall onto his stomach. Moments later he did the same inside your body, and oh God did you feel it.
Once he let himself out of you, you both fell straight to the ground, still holding onto each other. His breathing returned to normal, as did yours, and he lifted himself up from the floor. Glad he had layered himself with two shirts that day, he used one to wipe the sticky fluid off of his skin and threw it back on the floor for him to dress himself.
Moments later you found yourself doing the same, ignoring the sore consequence of not using lubricant during sex. You smile before fixing his hair and give him one last kiss on the cheek. And he left.
His brother warned you. “He’s just going to use you.” were his exact words. You ignored him, though. You smile at his comment, you know it was true. He used you, yes, but he marked you too. You rub your neck in hope to feel his mark and laugh to yourself. He used you, but you don’t care. He can go fuck twenty more guys after you, because he didn’t fuck you. He ‘Made Love’ to you. He marked you. He’ll come back for more. Eventually.