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Poor Gerard, w all this free time he can't help but focus even more on his hornyness..
He made a mental rule for himself: no touching, no squeezing, really, he cant midlessly keep touching himself.
Reader's out of the town for some days, to Gerard, seems like the end of the fucking world. He's trying, really is!
But as he starts to think abt u.. he can feel his cock getting harder and his body going limp. It has been 5 days since he last came.
Now he's currently trying hard not to touch himself.. he's fucking leaking, really, how pathetic for a full grown man.
His hips mindlessly jerking onto nothing, tears running down his pale porcelain face, whines and low cries spilling from his lips as his fingers go white from squeezing hard his sheets.
He suddenly has an idea.. if he fucks a pillow but don't touch it w his hands.. it doesn't count, right?
At least, that's what he likes to think to feel less pathetic.
He grabs a pillow and dress it into one of ur shirts, what a perv, really.
His cheeks red from embarrassment as he straddles the pillow, he starts to thrust into the pillow. God, the first thrust was magical, but nothing like you, ofc.
He closes his eyes, trying to imagine it's you as he fucks that pillow shamelessly, whining, groaning, crying..
He keeps moaning and whimpering ur name, his cock twitching from the overstimulation he has put himself in.
He had came like 3 times in a row, his body goes limp on the bed, if he wasn't so mind fucked rn he would have heard the sound of the keys unlocking the door..
As he glances at the door, there u are, eyes kinda wide as you look at his state, sweat mixed w spit and cum, his cock still twitching and his body glistening.
All you do is throw a smirk at him and kiss his cheek while u get on the bed... <3