Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Re: Share some skin; MCR, Gerard/Mikey (R)turps33July 9 2011, 14:38:29 UTC
Waycest rimming. Be still my heart.
You paint such lovely images with your words, and I love that Gerard is so tender with Mikey, and yet there's always that background note of discontent of him not kissing on the lips.
Re: Share some skin; MCR, Gerard/Mikey (R)creepyliciousJuly 9 2011, 14:48:51 UTC
I don't even know. It just happened. Thank you so much. They are easy and comfortable and complicated. And sorry for spamming your kissing meme...all the Gerard-pairings are hard to resist. /o\
Dem Dry Bones - Gerard/Mikey (1/3)desfinadoJuly 11 2011, 06:27:07 UTC
"The tibula," Mikey reads, fingers tracing the page, "connects the ankle to the..." his breath hitches and he shifts against the pillows he's got propped up against the wall, "the knee. It's joined by the, uh -" warm hands circle his calf and he feels dry lips press to his skin, right in the centre of his shin, then two more kisses up to his knee. The blankets shift and Mikey doesn't let himself look up from his textbook to the shape underneath them, even though he can feel warm breath ghosting across his skin.
"The patella," Mikey continues, "protects the knee joint." A kiss on his right knee, then the left. "Also known as the knee cap or kneepan, it connects to the femur, which joins to the hip."
Mikey bites his lip and his fingers tighten on either side of his textbook, losing his place, as a warm tongue darts out to wet lips that are now dragging up the inside of his thigh, the soft skin there. "The femur is the largest bone in the human body and - ah," Mikey gasps, thighs twitching together, feeling the wet trail left behind on
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Dem Dry Bones - Gerard/Mikey (2/3)desfinadoJuly 11 2011, 06:27:55 UTC
"Mmm?" Gerard hums. When Mikey doesn't continue, he pushes his head out from under the blanket, hair dark and messy across his flushed forehead. "What's after that?" He raises his eyebrows, eyes huge and dark as he continues to slide his hands up Mikey's back to curve around his shoulder blades while he drops a kiss to Mikey's collarbone.
"Asshole," Mikey groans, and gropes for the textbook, holding it up over both of their heads so Gerard can keep kissing around his throat while he reads. "The clavicle and scapula make up the pectoral girdle," Mikey says unsteadily as Gerard kisses the delicate bones at the base of Mikey's throat, the ones that Mikey sometimes ask him to press down on - harder, because he likes how it makes him feel breakable. "It connects to the cranium and to the humerus, or upper arm - ohGerard lifts himself up so he's braced on his hands on the mattress, and Mikey holds his breath, arms trembling with holding the textbook up. He tries not to push his hips up as Gerard kisses Mikey's left bicep, then his right.
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Dem Dry Bones - Gerard/Mikey (3/3)desfinadoJuly 11 2011, 06:28:58 UTC
"Now what?" Gerard asks. "I gotta make sure you remember them, come on." He's whispering but his breathing sounds harsh in the quiet of their room. He doesn't take his hand off Mikey's mouth but separates his fingers so that Mikey can speak through them.
"What, like, your ribs? I don't get how -" Mikey starts, but Gerard slides down him, shirt riding up to his armpits. Mikey watches, mouth hanging open, as Gerard rubs his chest around on Mikey's cock. "Shit," Mikey whispers, fisting the bedsheets in his hands as he watches. He really, really doesn't want to Gerard to stop. "Your clavicle," Mikey says, and doesn't care if he's forgotten some bones. The way Gerard moans and slides even further down, Mikey doesn't think he's paying that close attention.
Mikey has to close his eyes and let his head drop back when he sees the dark pink head of his own cock trapped between his pale stomach and Gerard's chest when Gerard pulls his shirt over his head and rubs up and down against him. "Oh god. Your - your hands, Gerard. Please... fuck,
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You paint such lovely images with your words, and I love that Gerard is so tender with Mikey, and yet there's always that background note of discontent of him not kissing on the lips.
It's so beautiful achy.
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Thank you so much.
They are easy and comfortable and complicated.
And sorry for spamming your kissing meme...all the Gerard-pairings are hard to resist. /o\
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I really, really like this prompt, also as you're commenting I am sure you wrote something too and am going to search for it. <3
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"The patella," Mikey continues, "protects the knee joint." A kiss on his right knee, then the left. "Also known as the knee cap or kneepan, it connects to the femur, which joins to the hip."
Mikey bites his lip and his fingers tighten on either side of his textbook, losing his place, as a warm tongue darts out to wet lips that are now dragging up the inside of his thigh, the soft skin there. "The femur is the largest bone in the human body and - ah," Mikey gasps, thighs twitching together, feeling the wet trail left behind on ( ... )
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"Asshole," Mikey groans, and gropes for the textbook, holding it up over both of their heads so Gerard can keep kissing around his throat while he reads. "The clavicle and scapula make up the pectoral girdle," Mikey says unsteadily as Gerard kisses the delicate bones at the base of Mikey's throat, the ones that Mikey sometimes ask him to press down on - harder, because he likes how it makes him feel breakable. "It connects to the cranium and to the humerus, or upper arm - ohGerard lifts himself up so he's braced on his hands on the mattress, and Mikey holds his breath, arms trembling with holding the textbook up. He tries not to push his hips up as Gerard kisses Mikey's left bicep, then his right. ( ... )
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"What, like, your ribs? I don't get how -" Mikey starts, but Gerard slides down him, shirt riding up to his armpits. Mikey watches, mouth hanging open, as Gerard rubs his chest around on Mikey's cock. "Shit," Mikey whispers, fisting the bedsheets in his hands as he watches. He really, really doesn't want to Gerard to stop. "Your clavicle," Mikey says, and doesn't care if he's forgotten some bones. The way Gerard moans and slides even further down, Mikey doesn't think he's paying that close attention.
Mikey has to close his eyes and let his head drop back when he sees the dark pink head of his own cock trapped between his pale stomach and Gerard's chest when Gerard pulls his shirt over his head and rubs up and down against him. "Oh god. Your - your hands, Gerard. Please... fuck, ( ... )
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you know the drill
I am in sexy sexy awe
the usual
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