When Gerard brought out the purple silk scarf, Frank simply raised an eyebrow. Silk was good, scarves were good, kinky was good. Kinky was great. Except—what did Gerard want him to do with it? He took it from Gerard, running the silky fabric through his fingers, feeling the slip and slide of the material against his skin. Yeah.
Holding the ends of the scarf in his hands, Frank tugged, marveling at how strong the silk felt. He could tie Gerard's hands to the headboard, stretch his long body taut. He'd have Gerard at his mercy and he'd finally be able to do some things that he'd been wanting to do for so long. He had a list, of sorts:
Suck Gerard until he couldn't anymore.
Kiss every freckle on Gerard's skin.
Leave a trail of hickeys across Gerard's belly
Rim Gerard, as slowly and sweetly as he could.
Tickle him until he begged Frank to stop.
Frank hadn't had a chance to do any of those things yet because Frank had a weakness for Gerard's hands. The way Gerard would touch him, nails digging in and leaving marks on his back, fingers threading through Frank's hair and pulling, hands stroking across his skin, tracing his tattoos and making him crazy. Gerard's hands made it hard to concentrate on anything except now now now and so maybe tying those dextrous hands would help.
The image was a tempting one.
He thought about wrapping the scarf carefully around Gerard's throat and pulling it tight, listening as he stole Gerard's breath away, watching Gerard's face as he struggled for air. And then loosening the fabric and giving Gerard what he wanted, what he needed as Frank fucked him hard and steady.
It made Frank's stomach clench in an disturbing combination of want and fear. He set the thought aside to examine later and looked at Gerard.
"C'mere," he said, voice rough. He nudged Gerard until he was sitting on the edge of the bed and he kissed him, hot and messy, before folding the scarf into a long strip and tying it over Gerard's eyes. "Okay?" Frank adjusted the silk a little before taking a small step back. Gerard made a quiet sound and reached out blindly with a hand. Frank caught it and pressed a kiss to the palm. "Okay?"
Gerard inhaled deeply, head cocked as he thought about it. "Yeah."
Frank knew how visual Gerard was, knew how hard it was going to be for him. But Gerard was beautiful like this, dark cloth contrasting so sharply with his pale skin, open and vulnerable and his.
"Best idea ever," he whispered and laughed breathlessly at Gerard's smile.