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Their hands were shaking as they chewed against their trembling lip. Gerard hadn't done anything like this before, they'd only ever read erotica about their fucked up fantasies, but now they'd finally, finally, been given the opportunity to do it. They whined, all shaky and anxious, at the feel of the beating heart in their hand.
The first time they'd done anything related to this was when they were still living with their parents, and they still thought porn was far too taboo to be looking at, so they opted for jerking off to heartbeat sounds. It was a little weird, sure, but there was something so hot about the comforting atmosphere of a human heartbeat that got them so fucking riled up.
It seemed to be a pipeline from there, starting with listening to heartbeats while fucking themself, then watching porn with heartbeats involved, then reading other people's fantasies of fucking a heart on cardiophile forums, and now they're here. It wasn't a fetish - they didn't consider it a fetish, anyway. It's a power thing, they're sure of it. The power trip they got from the thought of fucking somebody else's heart was more than enough to push them over the edge.
They didn't want to waste time, but they needed to drag this out as long as possible. They spread some lube across the tip of their cock with their free hand, their breathing sharp and slow as the cold liquid hit their skin. They pressed warm, wet kisses across the heart, running their tongue over every vein, fucking relishing in the feel of the beat against their lips. They slowly guided the heart to their cock, licking their index finger and drawing slow circles around the rim of the aorta, stretching it slightly as they pushed their dick inside the artery. The vibration of the heartbeat against their tip produced a cracked moan, and their back arched a little as they held the heart with two hands.
Their red hair brushing against the blue veins, along with thin pale fingers against the blood red atrium, produced a contrasting yet beautiful work of art. Gerard truly was art. The way this heart made them feel so fucking gorgeous was more euphoric than any partner he'd ever had. Lindsey never made them feel like this. Frank never made them feel like this. Bert would've never even attempted to make them feel like this. But this heart, despite its inability to talk, made them feel so, so gorgeous and so, so loved.
It was between muffled cries that Gerard started to pull out and push back in, slowly building up a rhythm of fucking this heart. They held the heart in one hand, and had the other hand over their mouth. They fucked into it, on the verge of tears, the sensations being all too much for them. They knew they wouldn't be able to last long like this, and with an earth-shattering sob and a broken moan, they came deep inside the artery, shuddering at the heart beating against their sensitive cock.
They pulled out, releasing a breath they didn't know they'd been holding, and fell back into their bedsheets, and ended up falling asleep listening to the beating heart.