So Good
Title: So Good
Author: revengeandpiety
Pairing: Ray/Frank
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Frank is trying to read and Ray keeps bothering him.
Disclaimer: I make love to don’t own the MCR boys.
Author Note : Happy 15th Birthday fiancé! I love you, Sika mrshcaulfield.
Frank is really into his book, like really. He’s got his reading glasses on and everything. His face is close to the pages and his lip is between his teeth in anticipation. A large orange blanket is draped over his legs, which are curled under his body - very catlike, very endearing. There is a small burn in the fabric that Frank chooses to ignore despite the fact that it was his fault - neglectful with his cigarettes and all that. Smoke blows out of the corner of Frank’s mouth and he adjusts his glasses before flipping the page.
“Don’t you look cute?”
Frank nearly shits himself. His book falls off the arm of the chair and lays open at page 309: The Unbreakable Vow. He pushes his glasses up and exhales deeply because he just wants to read The Half-Blood Prince.
“Do you want something, Ray?” Frank asks, leaning down and pulling his book onto his lap, flicking through the pages.
“Mm, nothing.” This obviously means he wants something…or one thing.
Ray comes completely in the doorway, all languid with his lean body, and Frank pretends to ignore him. He can’t, obviously, because Ray’s got this white t-shirt on and his nipples are practically staring Frank down. He manages to find his page again and continues reading.
“Aw, Frank, c’mon!” Ray whines, standing next to the arm chair. In further tempts to block Ray out, Frank huffs and turns his body away from his boyfriend.
“No, I’m reading.”
“I bet you’ve already read that one.” Ray sits on one of the arms of the chair. In less then a second - roughly estimating - his lips are all over Frank’s neck, making these really distracting (and arousing) slurping noises. Frank’s brain momentarily stills on this one sentence, ‘…thank you for the pineapple, by the way, you’re quite right, it is my favorite,’ which confuses the piss out of him. Ray’s hands rub at the crotch of Frank’s jeans and his tongue pokes at his ear, causing Frank to nearly choke on his spit.
“No, I haven’t read it, thanks. But seriously, I’m at a really good part!” Frank complains, eyes watering from his choking fit.
“Oh yeah?” Ray mumbles as his fingers work their way up Frank’s happy trail - making him very happy indeed. He pulls Frank’s collar away and works his teeth and tongue along the curves of the bone.
“Harry and Dumbledore are finally gonna get Slughorn’s memory, Ray and I wanna know what it is.” Frank pushes his body against his distraction in attempts to get him away. It only spurns Ray on more as he gives a lion-esque growl, throws his leg over Frank’s, and presses his crotch into the wiggling and tetchy guy’s hip.
“Frank, baby, let’s do something,” Ray purrs while rubbing into Frank’s side more forcefully. Frank doesn’t want to show the effect Ray has on him, but honestly, the guy is fucking dry humping his hip and leaving hickeys all over his neck, how can he not? But, really, he wants to figure out why the hell the only word he’s been able to retain is ‘pineapple,” so he sniffs and pulls Ray’s hand out of his jeans.
“Stop it.” Frank really does try to sound distant and disinterested but he just ends up sounding kind of desperate. Ray’s mouth stills on Franks neck and he pulls away. For a moment, Frank thinks Ray is going to leave and mentally wipes his forehead. He puts his mind back into his book and managed to read a few sentences with Ray coiled into his side, hair soft and curly against his cheek.
But, Christ, Ray is really horny today or something because he straddles Frank’s waist in a swift movement and has his face cradled in his hands. Ray leans forward, lips hovering over his boyfriend’s. His hips roll gently against Frank’s, causing a low quiet moan to build in Frank’s throat.
Ray opens those lips and mutters something in Spanish and Frank’s hips jerk up involuntarily. He has no fucking clue what one word meant, but when Ray rolls the R’s in Frank, he nearly comes on the spot. Predictably, he, as in Frank, gives in to Ray and his sexy Latin dialect.
“Fine, fine, fine,” Frank breathes. He furrows his brow and all but devours Ray’s face. The kiss is sloppy and open mouthed and Ray’s already pulling his belt out of the loops. Frank cracks an eye open and peers at his book; He’s still curious, but Ray is much more interesting at the moment. Frank detaches his mouth from Ray’s and tells him to stand up, which he does.
Ray’s got this shit-eating grin as he watches Frank pull his jeans down his legs. Ray’s only half hard and Frank knows he’ll have no problem getting him up. He wants to be quick but he can’t resist a little snuggling because even though he’s annoyed, he still likes a little affection during sex. He grabs Ray’s ass and squeezes it. It is muscular and firm, sitting high on his thighs (which are more or less Frank’s visual orgasm). Frank looks up and Ray who’s got these ridiculously sexy bedroom eyes. Frank smirks and nuzzles his face into the base of Ray’s cock. He licks and kisses teasingly, the feeling of Ray’s skin against his tongue making his stomach muscles contract pleasantly. The gasp he gets from dragging the tip of his tongue up Ray’s length is satisfying indeed. A purr rumbles in Ray’s throat and he puts one hand in Frank’s hair and the other pushes Frank’s reading glasses up his nose. He can’t keep his eyes off Frank, who licks his lips and wraps them around Ray’s dick. It must be bliss, really, ‘cause Frank does a few quick sucks to the head then flicks his tongue against the tip and wiggles it around. Ray almost shoves his dick down Frank’s throat in the heat of the moment, but he manages to control his hips.
As Frank gets Ray’s heart racing, Ray clutches the back of the armchair and groans. His head hangs and his eyes are heavy-lidded, watching Frankie.
“So good,” Ray mumbles, smiling down at his boyfriend.
Frank hums in response and the vibrations feel so damn pleasurable.
Ray can tell he’s about to shoot his load, so he presses a palm against Frank’s shoulder, feeling the stitching press into the creases of his skin, and moves him back, pulling himself out of Frank’s mouth. Frank peeks up at him in confusion. Ray has the courtesy to blush a little.
“I wanted to, you know-” He makes a stroking motion and opens his fingers in front of Frank’s face. Frank huffs and straightens out his shirt.
“Fine,” he sighs, closing his fingers around the very erect cock chillin’ in his face.
He jerks Ray’s length causing a happy groan to slip past Ray’s lips. He’s like a fucking kid in a candy store. He wraps his fingers around the back of Frank’s neck, stroking and tugging at the soft hairs that curl up in the back. Ray looks down and gives Frank a lusty grin. Frank rolls his eyes and Ray’s chuckles, pulling more sharply at a lock of hair.
“Stop pretend - ah! pretending to not enjoy this because I know you are,” Ray says, brushing Frank’s bangs out of his eyes.
“Shut up and come already, I wanna finish reading!” Frank exclaims, jerking harder.
Ray sighs happily, threading his fingers with Frank's.
“Sentimental bastard,” Frank grumbles. Come smears on his thumb when he runs it over the tip. He grins and swipes his thumb across Ray’s lip, who licks his lip instantaneously. He scrunches his face up and considers molly whopping the little fucker.
“Not sexy when it’s mine,” he gripes and goes to wipe it off with his hand. Frank stops him and tells him to lean down. Slowly, he takes Ray’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucks off the come. Ray is becoming a mess of orgasm at this point and pulls away from Frank.
“Yeah, I’m about to come,” Ray says, squeaking about halfway through. Frank leans a little closer to Ray’s cock and opens his mouth, stroking harder and faster.
Ray shudders, gripping Frank’s short hair and whimpers. Come shoots into Frank’s mouth, dripping down his lips and on his chin. Frank squeezes his eyes shut because Ray twitches a little at the complete wrong angle or something and gets come all over his glasses. He swallows hastily and pushes Ray away.
“Thanks for coming all over my glasses, Ray!” Frank says sarcastically. He tries to wipe Ray’s come off, but just gets it all over his hands and sleeve so he throws his glasses on the floor. Ray pulls his boxer-briefs back up and considers Frank.
“You look hot as fuck like that,” he whispers, squeezing in behind Frank on the armchair, massaging his shoulders. Frank blushes and leans into Ray’s lazy fingers. He sighs at the kisses Ray’s leaving all over his back through his shirt. He feels a drop of come trail slowly down his chin and he remembers that he’s supposed to be annoyed. He huffs and pulls himself up and away from Ray, snatching his books into his arms.
“Wash your face and come back to kiss me properly,” Ray yells as Frank storms out of the room.
Within one minute after leaving, Frank screams out from bedroom.
“Damn it, Ray, you fucking came on my book too!”
Author: revengeandpiety
Pairing: Ray/Frank
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Frank is trying to read and Ray keeps bothering him.
Disclaimer: I make love to don’t own the MCR boys.
Author Note : Happy 15th Birthday fiancé! I love you, Sika mrshcaulfield.
Frank is really into his book, like really. He’s got his reading glasses on and everything. His face is close to the pages and his lip is between his teeth in anticipation. A large orange blanket is draped over his legs, which are curled under his body - very catlike, very endearing. There is a small burn in the fabric that Frank chooses to ignore despite the fact that it was his fault - neglectful with his cigarettes and all that. Smoke blows out of the corner of Frank’s mouth and he adjusts his glasses before flipping the page.
“Don’t you look cute?”
Frank nearly shits himself. His book falls off the arm of the chair and lays open at page 309: The Unbreakable Vow. He pushes his glasses up and exhales deeply because he just wants to read The Half-Blood Prince.
“Do you want something, Ray?” Frank asks, leaning down and pulling his book onto his lap, flicking through the pages.
“Mm, nothing.” This obviously means he wants something…or one thing.
Ray comes completely in the doorway, all languid with his lean body, and Frank pretends to ignore him. He can’t, obviously, because Ray’s got this white t-shirt on and his nipples are practically staring Frank down. He manages to find his page again and continues reading.
“Aw, Frank, c’mon!” Ray whines, standing next to the arm chair. In further tempts to block Ray out, Frank huffs and turns his body away from his boyfriend.
“No, I’m reading.”
“I bet you’ve already read that one.” Ray sits on one of the arms of the chair. In less then a second - roughly estimating - his lips are all over Frank’s neck, making these really distracting (and arousing) slurping noises. Frank’s brain momentarily stills on this one sentence, ‘…thank you for the pineapple, by the way, you’re quite right, it is my favorite,’ which confuses the piss out of him. Ray’s hands rub at the crotch of Frank’s jeans and his tongue pokes at his ear, causing Frank to nearly choke on his spit.
“No, I haven’t read it, thanks. But seriously, I’m at a really good part!” Frank complains, eyes watering from his choking fit.
“Oh yeah?” Ray mumbles as his fingers work their way up Frank’s happy trail - making him very happy indeed. He pulls Frank’s collar away and works his teeth and tongue along the curves of the bone.
“Harry and Dumbledore are finally gonna get Slughorn’s memory, Ray and I wanna know what it is.” Frank pushes his body against his distraction in attempts to get him away. It only spurns Ray on more as he gives a lion-esque growl, throws his leg over Frank’s, and presses his crotch into the wiggling and tetchy guy’s hip.
“Frank, baby, let’s do something,” Ray purrs while rubbing into Frank’s side more forcefully. Frank doesn’t want to show the effect Ray has on him, but honestly, the guy is fucking dry humping his hip and leaving hickeys all over his neck, how can he not? But, really, he wants to figure out why the hell the only word he’s been able to retain is ‘pineapple,” so he sniffs and pulls Ray’s hand out of his jeans.
“Stop it.” Frank really does try to sound distant and disinterested but he just ends up sounding kind of desperate. Ray’s mouth stills on Franks neck and he pulls away. For a moment, Frank thinks Ray is going to leave and mentally wipes his forehead. He puts his mind back into his book and managed to read a few sentences with Ray coiled into his side, hair soft and curly against his cheek.
But, Christ, Ray is really horny today or something because he straddles Frank’s waist in a swift movement and has his face cradled in his hands. Ray leans forward, lips hovering over his boyfriend’s. His hips roll gently against Frank’s, causing a low quiet moan to build in Frank’s throat.
Ray opens those lips and mutters something in Spanish and Frank’s hips jerk up involuntarily. He has no fucking clue what one word meant, but when Ray rolls the R’s in Frank, he nearly comes on the spot. Predictably, he, as in Frank, gives in to Ray and his sexy Latin dialect.
“Fine, fine, fine,” Frank breathes. He furrows his brow and all but devours Ray’s face. The kiss is sloppy and open mouthed and Ray’s already pulling his belt out of the loops. Frank cracks an eye open and peers at his book; He’s still curious, but Ray is much more interesting at the moment. Frank detaches his mouth from Ray’s and tells him to stand up, which he does.
Ray’s got this shit-eating grin as he watches Frank pull his jeans down his legs. Ray’s only half hard and Frank knows he’ll have no problem getting him up. He wants to be quick but he can’t resist a little snuggling because even though he’s annoyed, he still likes a little affection during sex. He grabs Ray’s ass and squeezes it. It is muscular and firm, sitting high on his thighs (which are more or less Frank’s visual orgasm). Frank looks up and Ray who’s got these ridiculously sexy bedroom eyes. Frank smirks and nuzzles his face into the base of Ray’s cock. He licks and kisses teasingly, the feeling of Ray’s skin against his tongue making his stomach muscles contract pleasantly. The gasp he gets from dragging the tip of his tongue up Ray’s length is satisfying indeed. A purr rumbles in Ray’s throat and he puts one hand in Frank’s hair and the other pushes Frank’s reading glasses up his nose. He can’t keep his eyes off Frank, who licks his lips and wraps them around Ray’s dick. It must be bliss, really, ‘cause Frank does a few quick sucks to the head then flicks his tongue against the tip and wiggles it around. Ray almost shoves his dick down Frank’s throat in the heat of the moment, but he manages to control his hips.
As Frank gets Ray’s heart racing, Ray clutches the back of the armchair and groans. His head hangs and his eyes are heavy-lidded, watching Frankie.
“So good,” Ray mumbles, smiling down at his boyfriend.
Frank hums in response and the vibrations feel so damn pleasurable.
Ray can tell he’s about to shoot his load, so he presses a palm against Frank’s shoulder, feeling the stitching press into the creases of his skin, and moves him back, pulling himself out of Frank’s mouth. Frank peeks up at him in confusion. Ray has the courtesy to blush a little.
“I wanted to, you know-” He makes a stroking motion and opens his fingers in front of Frank’s face. Frank huffs and straightens out his shirt.
“Fine,” he sighs, closing his fingers around the very erect cock chillin’ in his face.
He jerks Ray’s length causing a happy groan to slip past Ray’s lips. He’s like a fucking kid in a candy store. He wraps his fingers around the back of Frank’s neck, stroking and tugging at the soft hairs that curl up in the back. Ray looks down and gives Frank a lusty grin. Frank rolls his eyes and Ray’s chuckles, pulling more sharply at a lock of hair.
“Stop pretend - ah! pretending to not enjoy this because I know you are,” Ray says, brushing Frank’s bangs out of his eyes.
“Shut up and come already, I wanna finish reading!” Frank exclaims, jerking harder.
Ray sighs happily, threading his fingers with Frank's.
“Sentimental bastard,” Frank grumbles. Come smears on his thumb when he runs it over the tip. He grins and swipes his thumb across Ray’s lip, who licks his lip instantaneously. He scrunches his face up and considers molly whopping the little fucker.
“Not sexy when it’s mine,” he gripes and goes to wipe it off with his hand. Frank stops him and tells him to lean down. Slowly, he takes Ray’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucks off the come. Ray is becoming a mess of orgasm at this point and pulls away from Frank.
“Yeah, I’m about to come,” Ray says, squeaking about halfway through. Frank leans a little closer to Ray’s cock and opens his mouth, stroking harder and faster.
Ray shudders, gripping Frank’s short hair and whimpers. Come shoots into Frank’s mouth, dripping down his lips and on his chin. Frank squeezes his eyes shut because Ray twitches a little at the complete wrong angle or something and gets come all over his glasses. He swallows hastily and pushes Ray away.
“Thanks for coming all over my glasses, Ray!” Frank says sarcastically. He tries to wipe Ray’s come off, but just gets it all over his hands and sleeve so he throws his glasses on the floor. Ray pulls his boxer-briefs back up and considers Frank.
“You look hot as fuck like that,” he whispers, squeezing in behind Frank on the armchair, massaging his shoulders. Frank blushes and leans into Ray’s lazy fingers. He sighs at the kisses Ray’s leaving all over his back through his shirt. He feels a drop of come trail slowly down his chin and he remembers that he’s supposed to be annoyed. He huffs and pulls himself up and away from Ray, snatching his books into his arms.
“Wash your face and come back to kiss me properly,” Ray yells as Frank storms out of the room.
Within one minute after leaving, Frank screams out from bedroom.
“Damn it, Ray, you fucking came on my book too!”