frank was a bit of a feind, wether it was a vibrator or bondage gear, he had it. his collection was a point of pride and embarrassment for him. it wasn't like he was going to tell anyone about it, until you came along.
until the day you made him painfully hard at just the sight of you. you were so, so perfect to him. he was a mess for you, since day one. he always knew you were the one for him. you made him giddy.
he never really thought about his toys, not after meeting you. until you came to his place..
they really weren't hard to find, aimlessly scattered in semi-hidden places. the first thing you happened to stump upon was a vibrator. by that point, you two had begun dating. no point in hiding it now, right?
" care to explain, iero? " you said playfully, bringing his attention to what you now had in your hand, dangling it right in front of his face.
" oh, uhm. that's- that's mine " he whispered, looking away in embarrassment. you could see the way he grew in his pants, though.
" is it now? " you replied teasingly, tilting your head to the side. you almost laughed, of course he'd had toys, he's desperate.
he nodded, looking like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. he swayed anxiously, fidgeting with his nails. you grabbed his face, forcing it upwards. he made a high-pitched noise in response.
" well then, if my baby's a pervert, i'll show him how good he can feel. " you added, looking down at him and smiling. you could practically feel his excitement as you dragged him into his own bed.
you gently took off his clothes, making sure to look over every part of his body. you made him feel like the only thing that mattered in the universe, he relished in it. when you finally moved to take off his boxers, he whined as he felt the cold air on his skin. he was already leaking all over his stomach.
you pulled him onto your lap, making sure he stayed in place with your other arm as you held the toy to him. you kissed his shoulder, turning the toy to a low setting. it hit frank hard, he yelped in surprise, it turned into a whine. he tried to squirm, to move closer, and get away. your arm held him in place. you sat like that for a while, holding him while he whined and squirmed.
you decided to turn it up, by quite a bit. his noises were music to your ears. he once again, tried to buck his hips. you kept him steady, whispering praise into his ear and kissing along his neck.
" 'm close- wait- " he whined, his eyes were filled with tears yet to be shed. you didn't stop, you didn't want to. you held him, biting into his neck and shoulder. you could tell he was close by his noises getting more high-pitched, and frequenter.
he finally came with a loud moan, hips finally dropping down into your lap again. he leaned his head back on your shoulder, panting. he sat for a few minutes like that, chest rising and falling. he tried to move, you held him down once again.
" oh, we aren't done here, my dove. what else do you have in your collection? "
