vikcest

It’s been about a year, but I’m back on my outsiders kick! Wait another 10 months, and I might make some follow-up drawings. :))

“Gerard…stop! Gerard!” Mikey’s Smacking him and pushing him. Gerard doesn’t even budge.

Still, he keeps going stretching his younger brother's virgin pisshole. Mikey is lashing his head around weeping and moaning all at the same time. Gee rubs his cock like he’s not ruining it forever.

“You might as well wear a plug for the rest of your life” Gerard teases, “I’m gonna fucking wreck you, Mikes”

He tears up. Gerard’s lying. He knows it. Gerard likes the face his brother makes when he’s scared.

“Nobody will want you once they see how loose you are,” he sneers as he starts to thrust the rod through him

“Stop, Gee! Seriously!” Mikey’s face is red now.

Gerard pushes it deeper,

“Gonna be so fuckin’ loose you’ll piss yourself.” Gerard whispers

Mikey squeals. he’s trying to tug Gerard’s hand up and out, but it just makes him fuck it in harder. “You wanna piss yourself, baby?” He repeats,

Mikey shakes his head and whines turn into sobs Gerard is stroking Mikey’s other arm with his free hand. “Too bad, should’ve said that earlier.”

Gerard pinches Mikey’s tip between the rod and a scream rips from Mikey’s throat. He’s crying and howling in pain. Kicking his legs, kicking Gerard in the stomach. Yet he keeps going. Twisting his tip and twisting the rod deeper, deeper, deeper.

(bed)rotting

(ain’t NOTHING dry about this humping)

I’m thinking about current G having a hard time getting it up. You were sitting on their lap, hand wrapped around their length and stroking them roughly. Gerard looked a little embarrassed, face all red and a fist balled up in between his mouth. Little moans escaping their lips every time you stroked them just right.

Whimpering softly when you kneel down before them, pressing your lips against their tip. Tongue tracing around their tip before licking up and down their length. “So pretty…” you muttered, other hand exploring lower to clutch their balls. Massaging them between your fingers, watching him getting harder under your touch. Making eye contact as you traced your tongue around their tip. Watching his eyes roll as you nipped at it. His fingers threaded through your hair, “M’ sorry sugar…” You smiled, stroking them faster, a hand on their pale thigh. “Don’t worry, just tell me if you want me to stop.” They nodded adjusting his glasses.