MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♪"Touch yourself | G.W.

(A/n)

Requested by deathwishdaydream

He's so beautiful <3

Porn without plot and not proofread, I'm tired

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Gerard's eyes meet mine, his irises all but thin hazel rings around his dilated pupils, halfly hidden by his pupils. His cheeks have a tone almost as red as his hair, heavy breathes escaping past his also flushed lips and fanning over my face as I gaze at him, lying down on top of him with a leg between his.

"So beautiful," I mutter and cup his face, bringing him for a last kiss before I take a hold of the hem of his shirt, which I get rid of with a nod coming from him, throwing it somewhere in the bedroom, probably off the bed. My lips meet his skin, a little bit under his collar bones, only lingering over it until starting to press kisses to his chest while holding onto his waist – he shives with it, exhaling shakily, though a moan echoes through his chest when I bring a hand down to palm the bulge on his pants.

"Fuck," Gerard breathes, hands resting on my shoulders in a touch that's light at first, but slowly gains more pressure and that's my cue to pull away. The loss has Gerard pushing his hips into the air, eyebrows furrowed whilst he observes me stand up from the bed. "What– What are you doing?"

"Strip." I look around briefly then move to the dresser, opening one of the drawers. Gerard still hasn't moved, which has me needing to suppress a chuckle to a mere smirk. "C'mon, I'm not joking! Do it!"

Gerard finally starts moving with a nod, starting by unbuttoning his jeans, which are soon joined by his underwear on the floor; he sits down on the mattress, hard, folded legs. Now, the red dusting his cheeks is brighter and, as much as his eyes avert away from mine a couple of times, he just can't bring himself to cut eye contact completely, so I'm the one to do it, smiling in amusement as I take what I want from the drawer and return to the bed.

The bottle of lube is already in Gerard's hand when I'm moving to sit by the end of the bed. A sigh comes from Gerard as his shoulders drop. "(Y/n), really, I–"

"Jerk off." I adjust my position, sitting down more comfortably. My words, however, make Gerard stop in his tracks, wide eyes averting from the bottle of lube to me in realization. "Don't be shy, baby. Go on and do it for me, will you? I got a surprise for you later. Remember the safeword?"

"Yeah, yeah!" He quickly nods. "Don't worry."

The sound of the bottle being open then closed cuts through the heavy atmosphere of the room, making me aware of how immersed in it we were, but it soon becomes a distant thought once Gerard starts spreading the liquid over his fingers, gaze avoiding mine.

Gerard's free hand runs over his cock, a light touch followed by a sigh which soon turns into a moan once his grip gains more pressure. "Damn," he mumbles under his breath. His movements stead as he leans back against the headboard and spreads his legs to reach between them – there's a pause, in which he looks at me, breath caught in his throat.

"Gee, I..." The sentence never gets to be finished and I think my brain just stops right then. Fuck, Gerard didn't pause or anything because he's nervous. He knows exactly what he's doing as he looks at me and slowly traces his entrance for what seems like forever.

Finally, a finger sinks in and Gerard is moaning softly at it, which sounds like discomfort at first, but slowly melts away once he starts moving both of his hands at once. A second finger follows soon enough, scissoring and reaching to the last row of knuckles. Watching all of it easily makes heat start pooling down in my lower stomach, the air becomes thicker and harder to be inhaled. Touching Gerard is good, of course, best thing in the world, but watching him do it to himself is so... fuck. So good, amazing.