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The same calmness Gerard had earlier when he pressed up to my side, adorably babbling about how he just needed some cuddles as soon as he walked into my dorm some minutes after the lectures were over, is noticeably wearing out considering how he starts shifting around, which would be slightly better if his elbow wasn’t digging into my side every five seconds because he is simply never satisfied with any position he finds. Not to mention how the constant rustling has it harder to listen to anything playing on my phone given how he starts shifting around whenever I lower the volume and stilling whenever I turn it higher.

A sharp sigh escapes my nose as I put my phone aside and stare at the back of Gerard’s head, watching him shift around, staying still for a couple of seconds before he starts the whole thing again.

“Gerard!” I groan, poking his side in return, which compels him to let out a high-pitched scream, jumping on his place. “Stop!”

Freezing, Gerard takes a good moment to look back at me, doing so over his shoulder, his narrowed eyes scanning me up and down. “...I’m doing nothing.” His bottom lip sticks out in a pout.

“Yes, you are. Stop rolling around. You’ve elbowed me about four times, c’mon!”

“Sorry.” Gerard’s eyebrows knit together as he shoots me an apologizing look before he looks away. It doesn’t take even a complete minute, however, for Gerard to start doing the same as if I had never talked to him in the first place. I don’t say anything this time, though, only poking my fingers into his sides out of sudden. “(Y/n),” he cries out shakily, arching his back as his eyes widen.

“I told you to stop!” I can’t hold back a chuckle that erupts from my lungs and pull him by his shoulder so he is lying on his back, only smiling in return to the glare he shoots at me, accusing but also unamused. A red tone already dusts his cheeks while his chest rises and falls with quick breaths. “And you better not even try to deny it this time.”

“But I was just trying to find a nice position,” he mumbles almost inaudibly, clicking his tongue.

Instead of arguing, all I can bring myself to do is to roll my eyes, nodding in dismissal as I sit up and straddle Gerard’s thighs, not averting my gaze away from his as he follows me from under messy strands. “‘M gonna punish you now,” I tease with a chuckle, making Gerard gasp, but what leaves his lips once I am tickling his sides are not chuckles as well. He is... He is fucking moaning and whimpering.

Gerard’s hands fly to his face at the same time I stop tickling him, quiet sounds coming from him among his heavy breathing.

“...Baby?” I raise an eyebrow, running a hand up and down his forearm, soothingly. It’s not the first occasion in which I end up snatching an unexpected moan from Gerard because of how sensitive he is, but it’s always good to make sure, right? “You fine?”

“Y-Yeah,” he swallows.

“Good.” A smile tugs on my lips as I pull my hand away and only wait for him to look at me, his eyes peeking between his fingers, to start tickling him again, this time making him arch his back as a louder whimper escapes his lips when I reach a spot lower down his side. “Hey, uncover your face for me, hm? Let me see you,” I say softly, never stopping my motions, each hopeless reaction from him sending a particular rush down my spine.

Incoherent babbling escapes Gerard’s lips as he finally manages to uncover his face, letting his hands tug on the sheets instead, finally showing his pretty face contorted in pleasure. A louder whimper echoes through the room as he arches his back, thighs shifting under me and he is only held in place due to how I sit on top of them. “(Y/n),” he moans out in a way I need to give him a moment, my teeth sinking in my bottom teeth whilst I watch him, breathing heavily as if I was going through the same.

“Oh my, Gee, look at you,” I mumble softly at the sight of his tented up pajama pants, bulge clearly restraining against the thin fabric.

“Please touch me,” Gerard mumbles, words running one into another. “Fuck— Please, I need it so bad, (y/n), pretty please...”

“Shhh, not yet, okay?” I rub his side lightly for now, not even bothering to hold back a smile at how he lets out a complaining whine. “Let me test something first. You’re a good boy, I know you can handle it untouched, can’t you?”

Regardless of how his face falls a bit, Gerard does his best to him with a nod. “All for you.”

With a brief nod, I go on with my motions, tickling him through the thin fabric of his black shirt—afraid I’m going to hurt him if I touch the skin directly—and the moans and whimpers start to escape from his lips at the same moment, each time sounding more desperate according to how he squirms more in fruitless attempts of moving away from my touch or push his hips, thrust them into nothing in a search for friction. They barely change when I trace his perked up nipples through the shirt, twisting and pinching the nubs, only to have more moans from him. So adorable, hence I can’t stop myself from letting my fingers reach the most sensitive spots more often than not, gradually making an each time bigger mess out of him.

A whine comes from Gerard once I make a brief pause, adjusting my position above him given how I ended up moving a little given how much he was squirming around and my plans wouldn’t be successful if he happened to find some sort of touch against his cock.

It is quite impressive the way the sensitivity just doesn’t wear out at some point. If anything, things just get worse for Gerard with the unceasing touches, almost snatching a sob from him after some point. He arches his back, throwing his head back against the pillow, breathing becoming erratic and it doesn’t take long before a louder, higher-pitched moan escapes his lips, followed by a loud whimper.

“What...” I trail off, noticing the growing wet spot on the end of his bulge in his jeans. “Fuck, baby, I didn’t know you’d be that sensitive.” I almost let out a moan as I watch his hips buckling into nothing until he finally relaxes, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Happy, Gee?” A grin tugs on my lips as I rub his sides soothingly this time, eventually slipping my hands under his shirt so I can rub his tummy. My eyes barely leave his pants, though, as I try to process that I actually made him cum untouched like this. “Was it good? Look at you,” I mumble, watching his eyes widen with embarrassment, but he simply looks away instead of covering his face now, probably too weak for it. “Came in your pants while all I did was to tickle you! That was so hot, baby, so hot.” I lean in to press a kiss to his tummy, actually earning myself a soft sound from him this time; the way he stops talking when he is such a mess like this is simply so sweet. “Now, let’s clean you up.”

~

Yesterday’s events are still fresh in my mind, pulling my attention away from whatever the professor was saying during each lecture, clouding my mind with Gerard’s dirty moans and faces when I was tickling him yesterday. Thankfully, the constant distraction does not earn me any embarrassing moment—maybe my dumbass face was enough to warn people not to talk to me. I don’t really need to think much before I shrug in response to Gerard’s question about how my day was.

“Normal. What about yours?”

“It was good.” Gerard nods, fidgeting with his fingers and looking at the ceiling, as if he had never seen any of the posters hanging on the ceiling even if he was the one to tape them there.

“And...?” I raise an eyebrow, scooting closer to him. “What else?”

“And, uh...” His cheeks grow bright red at the same moment and his hands stop.

“What’s it, baby? Tell me.” I nuzzle his neck, mouthing lightly at the exposed pale skin, which quickly makes it rise under my touch with a shiver.

“I-I still want you to touch me,” he mumbles almost inaudibly.

“Oh, really?” I grin as I wrap an arm around him to pull him closer, snatching a small sound from Gerard as I rest my hand over his thigh. “And were you thinking about it all day, maybe? Remembering about how I made you cum in your pants without even touching your crotch? I bet it left you very needy, right? Did you touch yourself?”

“No,” he breathes, his own hand resting over mine on my thigh. “I... I want you to, um, to do it.”

“Good,” I sigh softly. “I’ll treat you so well.” I nibble lightly on the skin, enough to snatch a light moan from him before I can pull away.

“What are you doing?” Gerard furrows his eyebrows and I raise an eyebrow at him in return, settling myself down on my knees before him after pulling his legs apart lightly.

“Gonna blow you,” I state, which sounds more like a question. “Why? Something wrong with it?” I let my hands fall from his thighs, feeling the guilt slowly heave in my chest.

“N-No, it’s not that!” He cups my face at the same time, leaning in to peck my lips. “It’s just that, like...” He exhales, eyes averting away from mine while a red tone spreads across his cheeks, and pulls away from me. “No one, like, ever did that to me, y’know...” His voice is almost inaudible, in a way I wouldn’t be able to listen to him if his dorm wasn’t dead quiet.

“Oh, I get it!” I sigh softly, bringing my hands up to his thighs, running my hands up and down the clothed skin softly. “Just relax, okay? I promise it’s going to be good. You can always say the safeword.”

Gerard hums softly, small, watching me undo his jeans then start to pull them down along with the underwear. “Aren’t you, like, grossed out or something?”

“No, baby, I’m not.” I frown a little. “I’m doing this not only for you. Don’t stress over this. Again, just relax. I’ll make you feel so good.” My voice lowers to a whisper as I wrap a hand around his cock, watching him sigh softly as I start pumping it, moving my hand slowly and tightly, enough to draw a few quiet moans now and then, each time more according to how hard he gets.

A gasp comes from Gerard once my tongue touches his tip, only a brief and simple contact before I can actually trace the area with my tongue and start to take him in my mouth, only more and more motivated by how vocal he becomes, hands tight around the sheets by his sides. My name is barely recognizable as it escapes Gerard’s lips in a whine and he simply grows louder according to how things continue, even letting out a louder moan when I hollow my cheeks around him and start moving my head, needing to keep a hand on his hip to remind him not to thrust forward—at least not yet, I don’t want it to happen yet.

“You taste really good, baby, y’know that?” I grin, looking at him through my lashes before I mouth against the side of his cock, running my tongue against the veins protruding on the skin. Gerard moans out something in a questioning tone, so I hum in some sort of response, still having my lips locked around him, which has another pleased sound coming from him.

The familiar sour taste is already there when I press my tongue down to his slip so I can go down on him again, humming softly and swallowing once my nose meets the skin on the base of his stomach. His thighs quiver under my hands. How lovely.

My tongue trails the tip of Gerard’s cock once again, but I make sure to work my tongue against a spot under it since he had shuddered the last time my tongue traced there. I continue the sucking motions despite the focus on a specific spot, my hand closed and pumping the uncovered area.

My lips pull away from him with a wet sound, and a string of saliva left behind that is quickly broken and falls on my thumb instead. Gerard, on the other hand... Well, he whines shakily.

“Gee, baby?” I look at him, my heart heaving again because he has been a little quieter than usual, not to mention how he’s biting down on his fist, with a few tears escaping the corners of his eyes to slowly trail down his cheeks. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

Gerard takes a few seconds to answer, letting out a whiny sound once he inhales again. “N-No, it’s just s-so good that it burns!” He presses his eyes shut, compelling more tears to trail down his cheeks, and sniffles a little whilst a few choked sounds come from him. Watching him cry because it is actually too fucking good makes something stir in my lower stomach, heading directly down between my legs.

“You look so good when you cry for me like this, y’know? So fucking pretty,” I groan softly, tightening my hand around him in a way his legs—and cock—twitch at the same moment. “Makes me want to fuck you at the same moment. I would do it, y’know?” My thumb grazes the same spot my tongue pressed on repeatedly earlier, having him whine loudly again, hips jerking forward. “But right now, I’m only focusing on pleasing you, giving you a good first experience with this. Otherwise, I’d be ruining you already while making you look at me so I can see that pretty face of yours.”

“(Y/n), please,” he moans before his words start to sound like nothing but nonsense, lost among his cries with how I insist on the spot.

Gerard’s body noticeably relaxes once I start taking him in my mouth again, once more hollowing my cheeks around him, moving faster this time as my fingers sink into his bare thighs, leaving behind such pretty bright red marks on his skin, a contrast to how white his knuckles have become due to gripping at these sheets.

“Fuck!” Gerard’s whines become more high-pitched, voice stained by tears, with how I continue my motions, each time more frantic until there it is. Gerard cums with no warning, especially long, moaning loud and desperate as I keep my mouth around him, milking him dry until almost each motion of mine makes his thighs quiver with the threatening overstimulation.

“So?” I ask, voice hoarse, but I can deal with it; I rub his thigh lightly, chuckling a little once he flops back on the mattress, so I climb on the bed to take a closer look. “Good?”

“Awesome,” he mumbles, eyes on the ceiling with a lazy gaze, hair messy and forehead sweaty. He looks so prettily fucked out. All of it my job.

“Good.” I peck his cheek.

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