commentfic again

[mwestbelle]

I claim this entry for Frank/Gerard/Mikey VAMPIRE PORNOGRAPHY IN THE COMMENTS.

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[mwestbelle.livejournal.com]

Mikey considers for barely a moment before he shakes his head. "No. You got to try mouthes first. It's my turn." He sinks back into the bed, flat on his back with arms above his head and thighs falling gently apart, and closes his eyes with a tiny smile. "Do what you will, Master Way. I am completely at your mercy."

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard smiles, still uncertain, and slides his fingers down to trace at the pale skin of Mikey's inner thighs. "From what they said, it sounded like it wasn't comfortable," he says, frowning. "But I was thinking--if we had something to make my fingers slicker, it would be easier, wouldn't it?" He knows Mikey tends to carry around all manners of lotions and oils, loves the smells of them, and he remembers Mikey buying some from another passenger on board, a salesman from the East on his way to new markets. "Where do you have the lotion you bought?"

[mwestbelle.livejournal.com]

Mikey hums at Gerard's fingers playing over his skin, and almost doesn't want him to go away, even for only a matter of seconds. It couldn't be so uncomfortable, could it? But he knows if Gerard thinks something will hurt him, he's not going to budge until he's take every cautionary measure possible. Mikey nods towards toward the chair. "There should be a bottle in my pocket, my hands were feeling rather dry earlier."

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard gets up and goes through Mikey's pocket, returning triumphant with the small bottle in the palm of his hand. He rubs some onto his fingers, making them slippery, before resting his hand between Mikey's legs, not pressing in, just waiting. "Do you want me to just go for it?" he asks, tracing sensitive skin with one slick finger.

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"What is this supposed to...do?" Mikey feels a little awkward looking down at Gerard between his legs--usually he's so brilliantly lost in sensation that he can't even think, but Gerard isn't actually doing much yet. The too-slippery slide of his finger along skin is good, but too unfamiliar to be good.

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard bites his lip, looking undecided. "I don't know," he admits after a moment. "I suppose we just have to find out?" and then, whispered, "Relax." He presses one finger in, slow, watching Mikey's face for any sign of him being uncomfortable.

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Mikey winces at the initial burn, then bites his lip, eyes closed. It's. It's a strange feeling, and he's not sure how exactly he feels about it. It's not unpleasant exactly, not after that first stinging sensation, but it's nothing for sailors to rave about. Unless he's wrong somehow. He makes the most encouraging noise he can, because he'll be damned if he allows Gerard to know that he's apparently defective in some way.

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard's finger keeps moving, exploring, and he doesn't add another, still watching Mikey's face. Mikey made an encouraging noise but Gerard can see the way he's fighting to keep himself from frowning (and maybe he's doing something wrong?) and he almost wants to stop, make sure Mikey's okay before doing anything else. I'm doing something wrong and I don't know what, he thinks, frustrated, curling his finger.

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Oh god. Mikey jerks, almost sitting upright in the bed with the force of it all and whines high in his throat, not quite capable of speech. There was something there, and he thinks that maybe he knows why those sailors were so interested in this, even when they were forced to whisper apart from their comrades. "Gerard, oh god. Again, please."

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Gerard grins, pressing his finger against the spot again, slowly sliding in another finger alongside the first. This time, he can actually tell he's doing something right, grateful to the sailors again at the look on Mikey's face, strained and desperate.

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Mikey groans--he'd be embarrassed at how easily Gerard draws these sounds from if he knew any better, but he doesn't, so he continues to let his vocalization of his pleasure run free--and squirms a little, trying to get Gerard's fingers deeper inside, making soft, breathless huffing sounds.

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard slides his fingers deeper, twisting them, and he leans up, kissing the hollows of Mikey's collarbones. "Are you good?" he asks, sliding in a third fingertip.

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"Yes, yes, god, yes," Mikey knows he's babbling ridiculously, but he can't stop. He also can't seem to stop fucking himself down on Gerard's fingers--there's still a slight burn when he adds a new one, but now that he's used to it, it's a sweet kind of burn, and the other fingers, oh god, the other fingers are definitely erasing any idea of pain. "I need more, Gerard, please."

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard sucks in a sharp breath, his own hips moving against air, and slides the third finger in fully, exploring. He lets himself look down for a second, and the visual of his fingers inside Mikey's body is--god. He knows from what little of the conversation he could listen in on what more is supposed to be, but he doesn't know how to ask if he can. "I, um, Mikey... I can, I just--"

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"Do it." Mikey has no idea what Gerard is asking, can barely string together the words, but he trusts him, more than anything, and if Gerard has something that will finally fill him up like he craves, he's all for it. "Whatever it is, just do it, Gee. I want it."

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

"Alright, hold on--" and even though Gerard's mind is running through what's going to happen almost feverishly, he has the thought that if he had to slick up his fingers he's going to have to use more lotion to do this. He spreads it as quickly as possible, sliding his fingers out of Mikey's body. "I--oh God," and he's pushing in, slow.

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Mikey's back arches off the bed and he chokes on his own moan. It hurts and it burns, but it's so good. He's filled, alright, filled to bursting, filled to overflow but there's nowhere for any extra to go so it'll all have to fit inside him. He winces at the pure force of the sensation, but when he feels Gerard hesitating, he pulls up a leg and knocks at Gerard's back with his heel. "Keep going, god in heaven, move."

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard slides forward until he's all the way in, eyes wide and stunned. Oh God oh God oh God. It's all too intense, and he's half-afraid he's going to come on the spot. He shifts forward slightly, rocking into Mikey, and he can't contain a helpless moan at the sensation.

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Mikey gasps, wrapping his legs around Gerard's waist to pull him as far as he can go, tight against him for the fullest contact they can manage. He feels Gerard on top of him, moving inside him, and it's toomuchjustright. He rocks down again to meet Gerard, squeezing with his legs, hoping to encourage him. Please, do whatever you want, I need you to.

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Gerard's hips snap in, harder, wrapped around Mikey as fully as he can. It's intense, all burning heat, and he barely even needs the encouragement from Mikey (Mikey who he's inside, oh God) to want to do more.

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Mikey grunts with every slam of Gerard against him, into him. He's aching, pressed firm against his own belly, but his arms are made of jelly and he can't quite convince them to move. He rocks his hips up, tries to thrust a little against Gerard's belly, to get some kind of relief.

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

After a long moment Gerard catches the movement, what Mikey is trying to do, and he uncurls one hand from where they're in tight fists on the sheets and wraps it around Mikey, moving as he thrusts. "Ohgod," he chokes out, weak.

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Mikey feels like he's being forced in every direction, trying to thrust back onto Gerard and up into his hand and it's all so right that he can't believe they've never done this before. He's being pulled apart and it's perfect. Trying to stave off his own completion, he unknowingly clenches down around Gerard.

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Gerard lets out a strangled moan, entirely unselfconscious, hand tightening around Mikey reflexively as he moves. "Mikey, I. I--" and anything he meant to say (he's not even sure what it was anymore, his thoughts are so jumbled) comes out as a breath hissed through his teeth.

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He can feel Gerard's breath hot and desperate on his face, and when Gerard's hand tightens like that in time with his movements, Mikey makes a last desperate keening sound when he comes over his belly and chest, possibly a little on Gerard's belly as well.