Kink: BDSM, 69
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Gerard
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 728

I didn't try hard

"Hey, Gerard?"

I look up from my book, a toothpick hanging out of my mouth and my red hair clouding my vision.

"Hmm?"

"I wanna um..." he blushes and shies away but I don't let him, seizing his hand instead and setting my book down as I pull him on my lap. He blushes harder.

"What is it?" I ask. He may be the dom in the bedroom but outside of it, he's my sub. He isn't confident and I want to make him confident.

"I wanna um..." he bites his lip before he shifts on my lap and straddles me, "I wanna try something."

By the way he's grinding down on me just slightly and his eyes are looking into mine and his teeth are biting down on his lip, I know it's something new in the bedroom and that makes a bulge begin to grow in my jeans.

"Like what, Baby?" I ask, grinding up to make his hips meet mine.

"U-Um... like..." he traces his fingers down my chest, to disappear into my pants, his fingers playing with my length, "69...?"

I moan out at that, immediately discarding the book to the floor as I pin him down on the couch, his cheeks a bright red in embarrassment as I bite my lip and let my hand slip down his torso to brush my fingers over his growing bulge.

"G-Gerard..." he whimpers.

"Call me, Sir?" I half ask followed by a bite of my lip because it's been a while since I've topped.

He moans at the suggestion, a weak, trembly, "Yes, Sir," passing his lips as I begin to unbutton his jeans and pull them past his ankles, finding him underwear-less and damn do I go faster after that.

"You're a fucking slut, Stump, you know that?" I growl into his ear as I unbutton my own jeans and throw them to the floor with my underwear.

"Yes, Sir." He whimpers.

I smirk to myself before I bite my lip and awkwardly turn myself around so my lips are at his leaking cock and his are at mine and if this isn't awkward as hell, I don't know what is.

Almost as soon as I'm in position, he goes down on me. Moaning around me and sucking across my tip eventually going all the way down on me to the point where I'm hitting the back of his throat and I realize that I'm already falling behind and I need to pick up the pace.

I grip his hips tightly and take him in my mouth as well, putting him as far into my mouth as I can without choking too bad.

He moans again and goes faster, his tongue licking over the slit and his hands wrapped around everything he can't fit in his mouth which, honestly, isn't much. His mouth was destined to suck cock well. Like... really, really well.

"Jesus, Patrick," I whimper, pulling my mouth from his for a second but he immediately pulls off, too.

"If you stop, I stop." He says simply and with that, I immediately shut up and put him in my mouth despite the fact that I'm supposed to be the top here.

I make sure to suck as hard as I can, knowing he's doing the same and soon enough my mouth is bobbing so fast that he ends up pulling off of me, trembling and moaning and gripping my hips harder. I don't bother to pull off because I want him to hurry up and cum, just to know I did my job well.

"Sir, Sir, Sir fuck!" He pants, rolling his hips up against my mouth until I feel him twitch, "I'm gonna cum."

I pull off for just a split second to say, "cum. Now."

My mouth latches back on him and the next thing I know, he's moaning, twitching, tensing, and cumming hard into my mouth with a long, needy moan.

As soon as it's down, I pull off of him and, though he tries to go back for my dick, I stop him and kiss him with a small, "Wait till tonight."

He bites his lip but nods, filthy ideas tainting his mind.

"Love you,"

"Love you, too."