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I may have a thing for a partner lovingly eating out the other. Bonus points if one of them is trans. Sue me I dare you. The author’s kink or whatever (yes I’m a freak and NO I will not hide it)
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Gerard was simply doing the dishes when Michael came up behind him and wrapped his long arms around his torso. He rested his chin atop of Gerard’s head, being tall enough to do so, and sighed.
Gerard chuckled, amused by the antics of his boyfriend.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow but not turning to look at him. He felt Michael squeeze him a bit tighter, then he shrugged. “Nothing. Can’t I hug you?”
“You certainly can, but I’m busy”
Michael groaned in fake irritation, and that prompted Gerry to laugh.
“Give me two minutes and I’m done, yeah?”
He felt Michael lean down and press a kiss to his temple, making him blush lightly even though it was such a simple gesture.
“Alright then, I’ll wait”
The warmth provided by Michael’s body soon disappeared, as he felt the other move away, and then another sound: he had moved one of the stools that stood around the kitchen counter, presumably to sit down and wait for him.
Sure enough, a few minutes later he had finished, so he dried his hands and turned around, to see…Michael, of course, but instead of sitting down on the stool, he was looking down at him from where he sat on the counter. Gerard was stunned for a moment at the sight of him. Despite dating for a while, and despite them spending most of the time at each other’s apartments, Michael’s beauty never failed to cut his breath short. Currently, he had a very satisfied expression, smiling as a cheshire cat would, as he sat on the counter; with one leg over the other. His long, blonde hair was illuminated by the afternoon’s sun and curls framed his face so beautifully. He was wearing shorts (which he had stolen from Gerard) and an oversize shirt, but despite the simplicity of it all, he was just so…
“Beautiful”, he breathed out, seeing Michael’s cheeks flush pink due to the compliment.
He stepped closer, Michael positively towering over him, even more so than usual, and he pressed a kiss to his lips, straining to do so on his tiptoes. Luckily, Michael met him halfway downwards, and as the kiss deepened, he felt Michael’s arm come up to rest on his shoulders, so he brought up his own hands to rest on Michael’s hips, caressing him. He broke contact with his boyfriend to look at him once again. He must’ve had a dumbfounded expression, because the blond man smiled prettily and chuckled.
He felt Michael’s soft hand come up to cup his cheek. He turned towards the palm and kissed it, earning a sigh from the other.
“You’re beautiful too, you know?” he heard Michael whisper. The hand on his cheek moved to stroke his hair, with a delicate gesture.
Gerry hummed, considering what his boyfriend had said.
“I’m nothing compared to you, love” he leaned forward to kiss him again, and as Michael met him halfway, he breathed into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, and then more when their movements became more insisting. As they made out, both grew more impatient and urgent, and soon enough Gerard found himself plastering wet kisses to Michael’s neck, occasionally sucking and biting, while the hand that was caressing his hair started to instead grab at it more eagerly.
In a short amount of time, groans of pleasure filled the room, and Gerard promptly sneaked a hand beneath Michael’s shirt, caressing him for a moment, then going beneath the hem of his shorts.
Michael gasped, pulling Gerry away from him by the hair, a gesture that made Gerard’s lower abdomen hot with pleasure.
He looked up at Michael, a hint of uncertainty in his mind. Maybe he had been too eager?
“Should I stop?” he asked. As soon as Michael heard the words, he grinned and shook his head.
“Don’t you dare” he said, as he uncrossed his legs, his blush deepening.
“Very well then” Gerard answered, as he put his mouth once again to Michael’s neck and started removing his shorts. He stood back as Michael took a moment to fully pull them off, then hesitated for a moment as he began removing Michael’s panties too. He glanced up at him, to see Michael nod slightly, yet with confidence. He removed them too, and so Michael was left naked from the waist down.
With one hand, he caressed Michael’s thigh, and with the other he started gently touching Michael’s exposed pussy, opting for a slow circular movement. Michael let out a moan of pleasure, and Gerry took that as an indication to slip a finger in. The moans multiplied, and soon Michael’s breath was heavy with pleasure, his face positively flushed.
Then, Gerry slowly lowered himself to crouch down, so that his face was just in front of his pussy, which was already wet.
He felt a second hand settling into his hair, so that Michael had a very firm hold of his head.
He heard his lover speak softly, barely above a whisper,
“Darling…”
The tender nickname was enough to prompt Gerard to move his head forward, starting to lick.
In no time he established a steady rhythm, following a pattern that alternated between expert strokes of his tongue and the movement of his fingers inside him, tender yet decisive. It wasn’t long before he had Michael moaning loudly, his head thrown back and his breaths laboured. As he went on, Michael had let go of his head, relinquishing all control to him, but Gerard did not shy away, and instead he buried his face deeper in Michael’s crotch, becoming more and more insistent. Still remaining sweet and tender, he became much rougher, grabbing with a hand Michael’s leg, digging his fingers in his tight. His lover groaned with pleasure, clearly getting closer to the climax, and for a second Gerry felt Michael’s long fingers on his head, but it wasn’t a steady grip, no, it was shaky and hesitant. He stopped for a second, looking up at the blond man, and saw him positively flushed, the hand which had tried to grab his hair was in front of his face, covering half of it in an embarrassed gesture. Sweat was running down his temple, making the curly hair stick to his face. His eyes were dazed, and Gerard felt bewitched by the look Michael was giving him, a look of pure love and adoration, of abandonment to pleasure.
Gerard dove back in, ravenous, wanting to taste him, him, on his tongue, again and again and again. He couldn’t, wouldn’t stop until he had Michael trembling and satisfied. As much as he was growing more aroused by the second as well, he wanted to please Michael, to spoil him rotten, to have him come undone.
It didn’t take much, truthfully, for it to happen. Gerry was persistent, and when he heard Michael’s voice saying he was about to come, he encouraged him, distancing himself just enough to murmur lewd words of praise, to tell him how all he wanted was for him to come on his tongue. And so he did, his body curling forwards as he came, with a long and stuttering moan. Michael’s hands entangled with long, black hair once again, and Gerard kept licking as he rode out his ecstasy. He heard his beloved try and speak, even if he faltered too much to really say something coherent.
After a while, Michael gave Gerry’s hair a gentle tug, indication that he was beginning to feel overstimulated, so he leaned back and looked up at Michael.
“Sorry, love” he apologized, wiping his mouth, “too much?”
Michael gave him an exhausted smile, shaking his head, giggling a bit.
“Not at all, just-” he took in a deep breath, brushing away the curls which had fallen in front of his face with his hand, “you’re just very good at this, darling”
Gerard blushed, taken aback by the sincerity of the praise, the tenderness in his voice. Then he slowly got up, lifting Michael’s shirt up in the process, leaving a trail of kisses up Michael’s stomach, until he stood up again, hugging Michael’s waist and burying his face in his chest. The blond briefly made him move back, just enough to take off his shirt, leaving his chest bare, so that Gerry could lean against it completely.
“I’m glad, love” Gerry murmured against his skin, savoring the sweet taste of pleasure still on his tongue.
He felt Michael’s legs come to wrap around his waist, while his arms rested on Gerry’s shoulders. A sweet kiss was pressed on top of his head before Michael spoke again.
“Take me to bed?” he asked, tenderly, almost pleading.
“Oh, gladly” replied Gerard, mischief and enticement clear in his tone.
With ease, he picked Michael up, earning several delighted giggles as he brought him over to the bedroom. It was goofy and awkward, with Gerard having to waddle a bit throughout their apartment, but eventually he reached the bed, where he gently lowered Michael down to lay on his back.
For a moment, both were silent, looking at each other. Michael ended up with his golden hair strewn around him, and Gerard thought he was looking like those far away paintings, the ones in art history books, the ones that seem so distant and foreign, and yet. And yet Michael was in their bed, under him. And he was just for him, just for Gerard...no one else.
“You’re so fucking beautiful” he let out, in a single breath, leaning down to start kissing his neck, mouthing at the soft spots he knew would make Michael go crazy in no time. Sure enough, Michael arched his back, giggling with surprise, seeking out more contact from Gerard. He slipped a hand under his shirt, intending to take it off, but Gerry did not budge, pressing himself closer and closer until their chests were against one another.
Between moans of pleasure and giggles, Michael managed to slip his hands between him and his boyfriend, pushing him away gently.
Gerry let himself be moved away, looking down at Michael with an adorably confused look.
“What?”
“Gerry, my sweet” Michael began saying, “we’re not even properly on the bed yet”
Gerry glanced down, noting how, indeed, Michael was only halfway on the bed, with his legs hanging off of it. And he, too, wasn’t in the most comfortable of positions, with his knees just on the edge of the bed, the lower part of his legs suspended and risking slipping away.
“Oh, right,” he said, blushing.
Michael took his face in his hands, leaning his head upward to plant a quick kiss on his lips.
“And I’d like to see you, too, you know?” He emphasized his point by moving his hand beneath Gerry’s shirt, along his back, dragging his nails on Gerry’s back, not enough to leave deep marks, but enough to scratch and make goosebumps appear on his skin.
“O-oh” Gerry gasped, suddenly much redder, “right, right yes you’re- right” he smiled down at him, embarrassed. Then, he stepped back, completely off the bed, to offer Michael a chance to properly lay down as he stripped down.
Michael happily did so, laying in the centre of the bed and no longer on the edge, as he glanced at his beloved. Gerry stood, a bit awkwardly, completely naked now, covering his private parts with his hands as he glanced at him. He seemed shy all of a sudden, and Michael couldn’t help but smile. He had been so eager to please him, but he knew how self-conscious he could get. He decided to sit up on the bed, with his hand he made a gesture to beckon him close, and Gerry obliged with no protest. He moved, slowly coming to sit in front of him, so that they were simply staring at each other.
Michael raised his hand, cupping Gerry’s cheek, tilting his head up and kissing him deeply, hoping to let him know just how much he loved him. Then, he stopped abruptly, just as Gerard was beginning to melt into the kiss. He guided him to shift, making him lay on his back as he straddled his hips, taking his wrists in his hands and pinning them down beside his head on the pillows.
“I hope you know” he leaned down, blonde curls falling all around them, for an instant resembling a curtain, “I hope you know you are my muse as much as my artist”
Gerard gulped, looking awestruck. Michael saw his eyes get misty, and he knew why.
Gerry was used to providing, to serving, to making Michael feel good above all, and even if he often chased his pleasure, most of what he initiated was to please Michael, not himself. Michael was often described as his love, his muse, in Gerard’s own words. But Michael had to let him know, as much as that was good to hear, Gerry was precious too. Gerry was everything to him, and more often than not he seemed to forget it, seemed to neglect himself. But not today.
He had made him feel so good, he wanted to reciprocate it.
“Michael...” Gerry said, almost whining. “Michael, I...I adore you”
“I know” Michael let his wrists go, and Gerry’s hands immediately moved to seize Michael's hips, to start guiding him, “I know, and I adore you too”
He put his hands on Gerry’s chest, pressing him down even more into the mattress, while he moved to start grinding his pussy on his erect cock, making his eyes roll back. More tears formed in Gerry’s gaze, clearly he was having a hard time containing himself.
“I want to take care of you like you cared for me”
Gerard sat slightly up, one of his knees bending to better support his weight as he did so, and Michael leaned down, his face stopping just a few inches from Gerry’s.
“Allow me to?”
Gerard wordlessly nodded, his lips parting as Michael joined them in a kiss, open mouthed and needy. This time, he moved to lift himself above Gerry’s cock, and then in a single move he went down on it, slowly.
Gerry gasped into their kiss, but did not break contact, instead kissing him more deeply, more desperately, as his fingers dug into Michael’s hips.
Michael started riding him, at first slowly, but then building up to a steady rhythm that quickly had Gerry moaning and arching into him, meeting his movements halfway with thrusts of his hips.
Very quickly Gerry was coming undone, unraveling at the seams. He struggled to completely keep his eyes open, and was starting to ramble praises and encouragements, clearly loving what Michael was doing.
Michael, too, was feeling another climax approach, but before that could happen, he slowed down his rhythm, almost coming to a stop on top of Gerry, substituting fast and swift motions with languid and drawn-out ones.
“N-no, please-” the dark-haired man begged, writhing his hips upwards as much as he could.
“What was that?” Michael asked, a mischievous grin spreading on his face.
“Oh- b-bastard”
The blond threw his head back, giggling uncontrollably. Oh, how he loved to have Gerry at his mercy.
Without saying anything, he slowly raised his hips, the motion sluggish and deliberately maddening. He lifted himself off his dick with a groan, and immediately moved to lay between his legs, his face stopping just in front of his cock. He ran a smooth and delicate hand along his length, earning a delicious whine from Gerry. He started stroking it, slowly, then got closer, and closer, until he had Gerry begging once again.
“Please, please Michael-” a hand came up to cup his face, and Michael looked up at him feigning innocence. “What? Tell me”
“I t-think you know w-what”
He smiled, his lips grazing Gerard’s tip.
“I think I do, but” he chuckled, turning his head to kiss Gerard’s palm, “but I like hearing you”
“F-fuck, please I-I’m so close”
Michael’s stomach flipped, the desperation in Gerard’s tone was making him go crazy, so he decided to waste no more time. He moved to suck his cock, taking in just the tip at first, but after an instant he took him all in.
And Gerard lost it. He was close to the edge before, but now he was absolutely going crazy with pleasure. His hips stuttered in Michael’s mouth, and Michael made sure he’d follow his movements as he came, keeping his mouth around the tip of his cock.
Once Gerry was spent, Michael lifted himself off his dick and wiped his mouth, starting to press kisses on Gerry’s inner tight, where his skin was soft and sensitive. He heard the man gasp occasionally, and between kisses he started to whisper sweet praises against his skin. Slowly, he made his way up along Gerry’s body, kissing his stomach, his navel, then his chest, his sternum, paying particular attention to his collarbones. With each open-mouthed kiss, he felt Gerard shudder beneath him. Once he was satisfied enough, he leaned his head on Gerry’s chest, being content in listening to his heartbeat (which was calming down just now). He felt Gerry’s hand slowly make his was along his back, coming to rest there, and then a kiss was being pressed to Michael’s forehead.
“Thank you” he heard the black-haired man whisper, and Michael couldn’t help but giggle.
“For what?” he moved his head so that his chin was resting on Gerry’s chest, and he could look at him in the eyes. Absentmindely he moved his hand to card a finger through Gerard’s hair, mesmerized by his beauty in that calm instant.
“Well-” Gerry averted his gaze, blushing slightly, “this was amazing”
“I’m glad, my love” replied Michael, crawling closer to press a kiss on Gerry’s neck, then his chin, moving towards his lips, even if he didn’t yet kiss them, opting for his cheek. Gerry giggled, delighted by it all, and Michael smiled warmly.
Afterwards, they stayed there for a long while, purposefully forgetting about their obligations, their chores and whatever else they might’ve done, deciding that laying in each other’s arms for the rest of the day was the best thing they could think of, anyway.