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Frank had never left the country before. Frank had also never tasted real Italian food or pastries before. There were a lot of things Frank had never experienced in his life until his Gerard came along.
Arriving to the small village in Northern Italy early morning had Frank ecstatic. His mind couldn’t believe he was breathing in country side air. He couldn’t believe he was staring at a tiny town with beautiful trees, a romantic escape for them to be.
He immediately believed it when he felt two big hands come to rest around his waist. His handsome husband resting his chin in the crook of his neck.
“Imagine fucking in the villiage square, nothing but ropes–”
Frank interrupted Gerard and spun around and jumped into his arms.
“And dressing up in renaissance attire,” Frank smirked. “I want you to hike up a skirt on me so bad.”
“Don’t be naughty, you’re going to make me hard.”
“You already are.” Frank leaned in a felt Gerard up, his tongue sticking out and dragging it over Gerard’s lips. “Besides, you started it.”
“Now I’m ending it, Sweet Thing.” Gerard pulled away and grabbed Frank and his shared luggage and walked alongside his husband. He heard Frank murmuring complaints. “Now be a good boy, follow me.”
Gerard had led Frank up the stone steps up to their private home, in the small village of Borghetto sul Mincio in Northern Italy. Their home for the next month was further away from the village to ensure secured privacy, not that either of them mind but Gerard wanted to keep it for themselves a little while longer.
As the two walked practically attached to the hip, Frank could not stop staring at the way Gerard had his white linen button up on. It drove him into madness when he saw the sleeves pushed up, the linen blowing in the light breeze. There was the tiniest crop in Gerard’s under shirt, showing his bare midriff every time he took a step. The butterflies in Frank’s stomach never stopped fluttering since he laid eyes on him in the library.
And he doesn’t need to hope or wish for them to stay, as he knows those butterflies are eternal.
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Frank’s neck was throbbing–on the brink of hurting–but the way Gerard’s long fingers wrapped around his throat, made his stomach tighten. The metal around his neck feels so good, tight and trapped between his skin and Gerard’s. It made his stomach flip every single time Gerard intentionally played with his collar.
The pressure of his palm pushing Frank down into the silky-white pillow had his cock leaking for the third time of the night. Gerard’s stomach pressed down on Frank’s back. He had given up from keeping himself hovering above his love and wanted to keep as close as he could.
The blanket underneath them in the garden was getting crumpled together the faster Frank’s hips met Gerard’s movements. Frank could feel his knees sliding off and rubbing against the grass.
“Yeah, Frankie.” Gerard sighed, his head falling back. “I feel you. I always feel you.”
Frank hummed in response as he was far from words. He let go right after the first round in the middle of their bed. All words lost, and instead let his voice conjure songs Gerard created with his cock pushing oh so lovingly and relentlessly.
“My Frankie.” Gerard gasped as his eyes opened, staring up at the Italian stars and feeling Frank squeeze him. “Look.”
Gerard forced himself to get off Frank’s back and place his knees on the side of his legs, making it easier to get Frank on all fours when he was ready to demand it.
Frank was in his feelings too much, his ears felt clogged and his body felt like it was ready to die. He thought nothing could ever come close to their wedding and collaring night–and he was sort of wrong.
They were husbands. They were eternal. It feels different, bigger and stronger now.
“I said,” Gerard kept his eyes on the stars and pulled Frank’s neck to force him up. “Look. Up.”
Gerard was met with resistance but allowed it as Frank’s head tilted further back so he could look up. His hand squeezed the back of his neck and let go, which Frank started to wail in refusal until he felt Gerard drag him up on his knees. A moan escaped his throat as Gerard pushed all the way in and stopped there to grind into him slowly. His hips moved in tight circles, keeping the pace slow but dirty.
Frank let out a yelp that sounded like he was in pain. But the moment he felt Gerard pull out as slow as possible, he started to cry.
“I know, Frankie.” He mimics the whines. “I know.”
There was a moment of silence between them besides their breaths. Gerard pushed right in, pounding and kept his pace lethal. He tilted his neck to make room for Frank’s head to rest back on his shoulder. His left fand found the front of Frank’s neck this time and lightly massaged, Frank letting out groans of wanting more. Gerard’s fingers traced towards his puppy’s plump, wet lips and forced his ring finger to weigh heavy on Frank’s tongue.
Gerard feels the drool falling out of Frank’s mouth and his hips stutter.
“My good boy.” Gerard cooed. He was on the cusp of dying…what a way to go.
His fingers thread in Frank’s hair and pulled.
“I said look. With your eyes, baby. Come on, pup.”
Frank finally opened his eyes. At first, he sees nothing. There was confusion clouding his mind but he wanted it to go away so he could focus on feeling Gerard. Suddenly, he saw the moon. She was as beautiful as ever, somehow brighter and could make Frank cry (which might actually be Gerard’s fault for making him cry).
The stars are hanging over them. Their bodies lit from the moonlight. It felt like a dream, and neither of them wanted to wake up. The village made Frank feel like he was in another world, his mind taking him back to that dirty place filled with Gerard loving on him. He wanted that fantasy: him dressed as an italian renaissance peasant trying to hide his love for a Knight, but making himself known every time he stared at Gerard. His mind took him further, imagining Gerard in a sleeveless metal chain haubergeon all the Knights wore for protection. But with nothing else on.
Then, he imagined something that brought him to groan. The metal haubergeon and leather. His own metal collar attached to whatever rope or chain to drag him around a castle all day long…
Gerard’s very own Knight sword and Frank’s neck—
“I’m telling you to do something,” Gerard panted. He interrupted Frank’s fantasy. “I’m fucking you so good. But I know you’re thinking about something. I thought you let go, hm? Let go, Frankie. Look up.”
Gerard slammed his hips harder in to Frank, and he gasped. Nodding his head, he made a mental note to write this in his journal when he had the time. More drool escaped his mouth as he felt Gerard’s ring finger and metal ring go down into his throat.
Pushing the fantasy down and away, he focused on Gerard’s movements and voice.
The breaths. The whispers.
Look. Look. Look at the stars. You see them, my Frankie? Those stars are ours right now. Just like how you’re mine. Mine. Look at the stars. Let go, good boy. Fuck. Let go.
“Mhm.” Frank still couldn’t find his words.
“My Frankie.”
He feels it.
“My Husband.”
The push, the pull, the grind.
“My Sweet Thing.”
The full moon above kept shining over them as Frank finally let go and let Gerard coax out everything he had in him. He spills lovingly into his husband and lets Frank moan and babble on and on.
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Minutes later, Frank comes back.
The blanket is fixed and the grass doesn’t touch either of them.
He felt himself being soothed and spooned by Gerard. Smiling to himself, still in a haze, he squeezed Gerard’s hand that rests on top of his heart.
“Hmm, I feel you, Frankie.”
A kiss is placed on top of Gerard’s hand and suddenly he began to blush. Frank unwrapped himself from his husband’s hold and pounced right on top of him. He covered Gerard’s body in a bear hug, his face smushed into his neck.
Gerard started to smile, a laugh almost escaping his mouth until he felt Frank’s body start to shake.
“Frank?”
Frank responds in mumbles.
“I can’t hear you, love.”
“I love you.”
“Oh, I love you.”
Frank shook his head, placing a kiss at Gerard’s pulse before sitting up. He stared down into Gerard’s glossy eyes, his own eyes getting glossier every second he looks at him.
“I’m just…”
“Overwhelmingly in love?”
“Sure,” Frank sniffled. “It’s going to sound so cliche, Gee. I can’t believe how this is all real. I get you. I get this.”
Gerard’s eyes drop down to Frank’s black painted nails and how one finger barely hooks into his collar.
“Forever.”
Gerard sits up, pulling Frank into him. His hands grab onto Frank’s jaw and licks open his mouth. The kiss, not the last one they will ever have, feels like a magic spell of a promise. Their tongues intertwine, saliva combining and moans swallowed.
Frank pulled away to rest his forehead on Gerard’s.
“You okay?”
Frank hummed. “I want more.”
Gerard giggled and Frank laughed in astonishment. “Do I make you giggly, Gee?”
“No.”
“No? You deserve a few bites.”
“Don’t be a bad dog.” Gerard’s eyes darken.
“I thought you loved that?”
“You need to sleep. I need the sleep, if you want more.” Gerard fell back into the grass and Frank followed.
They both stare up at the moon and stars, smiling to themselves at the thought of sharing the same sky forever.
“Now, are you gonna get to writing when that sun comes up?” Gerard teased as Frank groaned.
“I have to know what made you all distracted.”
“As long as you sit there, with your coffee and that sweet Maritozzi, and not leave my side.”
“I would never dream of leaving your side, Sweet Thing.”
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I hope I did them justice. I know their love is way more passionate and gets all into it, but like that wedding night scene hangmans_radio wrote in the final chapter of Restricted Section, this felt more domestic but somehow very intertwined. My intention, at first, was post-coital and emotionally mushy and fluffy…and as much as that is present, I said…let me try this smut thing out!
thanks to hangman for being so kind to me and always answering my anon posts praising them and asking for advice ꨄ much love!!!