An irritatingly sexy smile graced Gerard's was transfixed on the harsh yet ironically caressing flesh - dumbfounded that seconds ago he had felt their warm pressure against his own.
"My tiara does tend to dazzle," Gerard purred, fluttering his eyes in a comically saucy fashion.
Frank nodded agreeingly, he had definitely been dazzled. Drunken or not; Frank had felt the glitter coddle his skin in a mind-bending way that left his head reeling.
Gerard's last spoken words stained his moistened tongue. He silently gasped for more of Frank's kiss, for the boy's unsound yet utterly sumptuous taste.
"That it does," Frank finally said. His tone hinting a pleasant gave an affable sigh, his eyes leaving Gerard's pasty roseate lips and latching onto the boy's eyes that in return reflected his satisfied gaze.
"You know," Gerard started, "it's not often that I'm just as dazzled," his fingers twiddled his hair yet again, the garnet spatters creating the image of little red riding hood skipping dazedly through a dark, tangled forest.
Frank furrowed his eyebrows in bemusement, contemplating on whether Gerard was being mocking or actually complementing him. He leapt onto the conclusion of the first but still having a tinge of pride at it being the latter.
Gerard noticed this and with such grace, knelt over - propping himself up on his knees and palms, the cold floor biting with rapid snares, and leant forward. The refreshing touch of Gerard's lips holding against his own reassured Frank and kept his anxiety at ease - the latter option now mounting above the negative.
When they parted, the craving in form of a whisper that intimidated them both to continue their intimacy had became a wild frenzy of screams. They cried demands of lust.
Frank collapsed under the pressure - a twisted will propelling him forward as his mouth lunged for Gerard's, his arms - lanky and clumsy - didn't know were to settle as Gerard, alarmed at Frank's courage and ultimately joyous that he had done so, crashed backwards. His back cracked against the icy nadir. He didn't dare refrain from kissing Frank as he grimaced with pain, he only deepened it. With a fierceness, escalated by his distress, his lips spread apart, Frank's following both obediently and over-content, as the boy's tongues pounced into the damp, tepid mouths of the others. They brushed against each other with such eagerness and heated affection as though they were two intense lovers performing a zealous tango.
Frank clenched his fists at his sides, erupting with ecstasy. Gerard was likewise, his legs scrambling chaotically as he inhaled Frank's bittersweet murmured gratifying groans, sending tingling vibrations roaring against the kindled rims of their now dexterous lips.
One heavily coarse-breathed statement was heard, as they fell against each other faster and harder with a blend of fatigue and desire, from Frank.
"You don't dazzle you electrify."