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(Smut) Italian boys make do - frank iero

Thanks to my schools gay club for this great idea lol. Also I'm pretending that I'm shorter than frank. Cus when I met him I was taller than him and it's ruined my fantasies. Although that may just be his bad posture.
Also we really embracing franks italian roots in this.

Frank was leant over the stove, stirring a bolognese occasionally.
"Smells good"
I hugged him from behind, resting my head on his shoulder.
"You think there's enough garlic?"
He lifted the wooden spoon to me and I tasted the sauce.
"Delicious, just like your grandmas"
He smiled.
"Thanks"
He slid the lid over the steaming saucepan then turned to face me.
"Now to let it simmer for quarter of an hour."
"So you're free for fifteen minutes"
He hummed softly in response, and I stood on tip toes to kiss him again.
He moved us away from the hot stove, to minimise the chance of burns, and too the recently cleaned kitchen island, only parting the kiss when he lifted me onto the cold marble.
"Have we got any lube?"
My voice was muffled against his lips.
"Think we used it all this morning"
I sighed slightly.
"Well damn, thought I was gonna get laid."
"Italian boys make do, bend over"
I slid off the surface and bent over the edge, frank soon tugged my skinny jeans down to my knees.
"No boxers huh, my baby really wanted to get fucked. You sore from earlier at all?"
"Not really"
I could hear him rustling about behind me.
"Good"
I then felt a palm at the base of my neck, keeping my chest against the kitchen counter.
Soon two fingers entered me, slick with ...something.
I was going to ask what when he jabbed at my prostate, causing me to let out a gasp, then a breathy moan.
"Fuck, Frankie"
"You good for another?"
"Yeah"
He slid a third in, stretching me out a little more before tugging his own jeans and boxers down.
"Ready"
I nodded and he entered me, bottoming out and groaning loudly.
"Fucked you just this morning and your still so fucking tight."
"Clearly you didn't do a good enough jo-"
He bucked his hips sharply, causing my breath to hitch.
"You weren't saying that earlier"
"It's hard to talk with a dick in your ass"
Frank had began fucking into me softly.
"You say as you have a dick in your ass"
"That's cus your not doing a good enough job, not fucking me proper"
My voice was coming out breathy, but still teasing.
"I'll fuck you proper if you ask me"
"Consider this me asking you"
His pace sped up as that sentence finished, bucking into me so hard that the marble counter dug into my hips. He moved his hands up to my neck and wrapped them around my throat. Using them as a frame to fuck into.
"That good enough for you?"
I could only moan in reply, my breaths being cut off shakily.
Mere minutes in, I felt a familiar knot in my stomach.
"Gon- gonna cum"
He slid his hand down to my crotch, where my cock was desperate for attention, and wrapped his palm around me, jerking in time with his thrusts, I soon came. My cum dripping down the kitchen cabinet in white streaks. Frank came with me, his hands tightening their grip around my throat as he tensed.
"Fuck- frankie, that was amazing"
He slid out of me, helping me up onto my shaky legs and pulling up my boxers and jeans for me.
"Yeah, I gotta check the sauce real quick, I smell burning"
He pressed a quick kiss to my lips and turned to stir the sauce. That's when I saw a small empty bottle of olive oil on the floor.
"Glad to see you found an alternative to lube then"
He followed my gaze.
"Yeah, add it to the shopping list for me"
I ruffled his hair before heading to the blackboard where the shopping list was and writing it just below the recently chalked on "lube and condoms".