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desfinado picked a paragraph from Cinderella, she seems so easy. Please note that it’s the beginning of the sex scene, so consider the following NC-17.
DVD Commentary on Cinderella, she seems so easy
Well first of all, I’m going to have to talk about how blown away I was by the reaction to that fic. The whole thing started almost as a dare,pushkin666 saying “lol, cross-dressing waycest, you should write it!” and me going “ahahaha in your dreams” only to find myself writing it anyway (no seriously, I don’t know how she does it, I think she has like a voodoo doll of me or something, it’s a little disturbing...). The whole thing went from “omg I can’t believe I’m doing this” to “wtf now there are feelings” to “hey, this could actually work...”
And for the record, I am still somewhat in denial that I wrote real person incest. With cross-dressing. But it’s okay,trialia keeps bringing it up gleefully and loudly. In a restaurant. True story, can’t take her anywhere.
Anyway. I was under the impression that Gerard/Mikey was very much a niche pairing and frowned upon much more than say wincest. Needless to say, I was pleased none of my flist de-friended me in a huff, and hugely surprised and gratified by the positive reception from the waycest-loving part of the fandom.
Okay, after all that waffle (an essential part of most DVD commentaries I’ve heard), lets move on to the actual paragraphdesfinado picked. This is from the start of the sex-scene, when Mikey and Gerard have just returned from Frank’s party and are standing in the kitchen. If you’re reading this DVD commentary, I’m going to assume you’ve read the fic, so I’m not going to recap the whole thing to you.
“Mikey,” Gerard says again, his voice gruff. There’s no mistaking the look on his face, the intense burn of his eyes.
Mikey feels his erection shift against the silk of his panties and can’t help the little gasp and involuntary stutter of his hips. He’s been half-hard since Gerard grabbed his arm at the party and manhandled him into the car, probably earlier.
“I wore these for you,” he says, pulling the dress up just enough to reveal the barest glimpse of skin and stocking holders. His hand travels slowly upwards, over the slim line of his thigh, sharp jut of hip, waist, chest, fingers deliberately dragging over the nipple.
Eroticization of female clothing on male body, and the resulting androgynous sexuality, was a big theme on this fic. The whole story centred on Mikey’s accidental, and then deliberate experimenting with cross-dressing. But it was also important for me to show that the kink was simply a catalyst, not the reason why these two crossed the line, and hopefully some of that came across elsewhere in the fic.
“The dress too, Gerard. Do you like it? Do you want—?” His wandering fingers reach his own face, fluttering like moths over the powdered cheeks, past the waxy thickness of lipstick. Mikey doesn’t think or hesitate, just pushes two of his fingers right into his mouth, all the way up to the second knuckle, and sucks, moaning obscenely around them.
The big thing was how to handle Mikey. He is so non-confrontational. His whole plan is very passive. He simply puts himself out there (in pretty girly clothes), on offer. At no point does he actively push Gerard into anything. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t touch. Even now, when they are both clear where this is heading, Mikey doesn’t touch Gerard, but instead he touches himself. Perhaps like he would want Gerard to do, to show him how much he wants it.
And oh but does he. Mikey, once he’s brought to this point, is one needy little slut. If this hadn’t been their first time, things might have taken a different turn...
[“Stop touching yourself,” Gerard commands. “Hands behind your back.”
Mikey is quick to obey, moaning at the loss of any stimulation. His body is rigid with tension, thrumming with the need for touch.
“Stay still.” Gerard waits until even the restless, mostly unconscious stutter of Mikey’s hips ceases. “What makes you think you can touch what’s mine?” he asks.
Mikey’s breath hitches in desperation. When Gerard gets like this he’s liable to stretch things out, just to teach Mikey a lesson, keep him on the edge for hours, naked and begging to come. ]
And then that would’ve finished with Mikey rubbing himself off on Gerard’s boots, still dressed in his silky panties and hands tied behind his back... Um, or something like that... So hey, lollipop for everyone who guessed that control is a big fucking kink for me. :D
Gerard snaps, uncoiling from the doorway with a speed that’s startling. “Fuck! You fucking little tease.” He fists Mikey’s hair, yanking his head close until he can feel Gerard’s breath, hot against his skin.
Mikey stumbles, eyes watering from the sudden sting. His hands reach out automatically, curling around Gerard’s arms and holding on, trying to find his balance.
But Gerard doesn’t give him the opportunity. He pushes Mikey backwards, crowding him against the kitchen table until the hard edge is pressing into the back of his thighs. Mikey goes with it, hitching himself up while Gerard shoves his legs apart and presses between them, one hand still in Mikey’s hair, the other gripping his knee.
Apparently, (so I’ve been told) I was writing myself instead of Gerard here. (TMI? *sheepish shrug*) But yeah, bringing in Gerard’s thoughts and feelings without actually switching point of views, was one of the challenges of the fic. It was important to show the effect Mikey’s little passive-aggressive floor show was having on him. Mikey may not have been pushing per se but as hard as he’d tried to make Gerard react, Gerard had been struggling not to react. And while Gerard may have a lot of patience and understanding, when it runs out, it runs out rather spectacularly. Like an elastic band that’s been stretched thinner and thinner, once it snaps, it’s going to give you a hell of a sting. And come to think of it, that rather describes me as well... Mental note: stop writing yourself into these things.
“I’m done,” he says, teeth grazing Mikey’s earlobe. “You’re going to have to stop this, because I won’t. Not anymore.”
And finally this was my way of including consent. Gerard is done holding back, being responsible. This is him very plainly saying to Mikey that it is up to him now. That only thing making Gerard stop would be Mikey telling him to. And, as we see in the scene that follows, it efficiently forces Mikey, for the first time, to actively acknowledge and ask for what it is that he wants. And beyond the consent issue, that is something that I find very important within a d/s dynamic.
Anyway. That’s it, end of the commentary. Hope you enjoyed reading. I have one more to do and I’ll try to get to that sometime over the next week.
desfinado picked a paragraph from Cinderella, she seems so easy. Please note that it’s the beginning of the sex scene, so consider the following NC-17.DVD Commentary on Cinderella, she seems so easy
Well first of all, I’m going to have to talk about how blown away I was by the reaction to that fic. The whole thing started almost as a dare,
pushkin666 saying “lol, cross-dressing waycest, you should write it!” and me going “ahahaha in your dreams” only to find myself writing it anyway (no seriously, I don’t know how she does it, I think she has like a voodoo doll of me or something, it’s a little disturbing...). The whole thing went from “omg I can’t believe I’m doing this” to “wtf now there are feelings” to “hey, this could actually work...”And for the record, I am still somewhat in denial that I wrote real person incest. With cross-dressing. But it’s okay,
trialia keeps bringing it up gleefully and loudly. In a restaurant. True story, can’t take her anywhere. Anyway. I was under the impression that Gerard/Mikey was very much a niche pairing and frowned upon much more than say wincest. Needless to say, I was pleased none of my flist de-friended me in a huff, and hugely surprised and gratified by the positive reception from the waycest-loving part of the fandom.
Okay, after all that waffle (an essential part of most DVD commentaries I’ve heard), lets move on to the actual paragraph
desfinado picked. This is from the start of the sex-scene, when Mikey and Gerard have just returned from Frank’s party and are standing in the kitchen. If you’re reading this DVD commentary, I’m going to assume you’ve read the fic, so I’m not going to recap the whole thing to you.“Mikey,” Gerard says again, his voice gruff. There’s no mistaking the look on his face, the intense burn of his eyes.
Mikey feels his erection shift against the silk of his panties and can’t help the little gasp and involuntary stutter of his hips. He’s been half-hard since Gerard grabbed his arm at the party and manhandled him into the car, probably earlier.
“I wore these for you,” he says, pulling the dress up just enough to reveal the barest glimpse of skin and stocking holders. His hand travels slowly upwards, over the slim line of his thigh, sharp jut of hip, waist, chest, fingers deliberately dragging over the nipple.
Eroticization of female clothing on male body, and the resulting androgynous sexuality, was a big theme on this fic. The whole story centred on Mikey’s accidental, and then deliberate experimenting with cross-dressing. But it was also important for me to show that the kink was simply a catalyst, not the reason why these two crossed the line, and hopefully some of that came across elsewhere in the fic.
“The dress too, Gerard. Do you like it? Do you want—?” His wandering fingers reach his own face, fluttering like moths over the powdered cheeks, past the waxy thickness of lipstick. Mikey doesn’t think or hesitate, just pushes two of his fingers right into his mouth, all the way up to the second knuckle, and sucks, moaning obscenely around them.
The big thing was how to handle Mikey. He is so non-confrontational. His whole plan is very passive. He simply puts himself out there (in pretty girly clothes), on offer. At no point does he actively push Gerard into anything. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t touch. Even now, when they are both clear where this is heading, Mikey doesn’t touch Gerard, but instead he touches himself. Perhaps like he would want Gerard to do, to show him how much he wants it.
And oh but does he. Mikey, once he’s brought to this point, is one needy little slut. If this hadn’t been their first time, things might have taken a different turn...
[“Stop touching yourself,” Gerard commands. “Hands behind your back.”
Mikey is quick to obey, moaning at the loss of any stimulation. His body is rigid with tension, thrumming with the need for touch.
“Stay still.” Gerard waits until even the restless, mostly unconscious stutter of Mikey’s hips ceases. “What makes you think you can touch what’s mine?” he asks.
Mikey’s breath hitches in desperation. When Gerard gets like this he’s liable to stretch things out, just to teach Mikey a lesson, keep him on the edge for hours, naked and begging to come. ]
And then that would’ve finished with Mikey rubbing himself off on Gerard’s boots, still dressed in his silky panties and hands tied behind his back... Um, or something like that... So hey, lollipop for everyone who guessed that control is a big fucking kink for me. :D
Gerard snaps, uncoiling from the doorway with a speed that’s startling. “Fuck! You fucking little tease.” He fists Mikey’s hair, yanking his head close until he can feel Gerard’s breath, hot against his skin.
Mikey stumbles, eyes watering from the sudden sting. His hands reach out automatically, curling around Gerard’s arms and holding on, trying to find his balance.
But Gerard doesn’t give him the opportunity. He pushes Mikey backwards, crowding him against the kitchen table until the hard edge is pressing into the back of his thighs. Mikey goes with it, hitching himself up while Gerard shoves his legs apart and presses between them, one hand still in Mikey’s hair, the other gripping his knee.
Apparently, (so I’ve been told) I was writing myself instead of Gerard here. (TMI? *sheepish shrug*) But yeah, bringing in Gerard’s thoughts and feelings without actually switching point of views, was one of the challenges of the fic. It was important to show the effect Mikey’s little passive-aggressive floor show was having on him. Mikey may not have been pushing per se but as hard as he’d tried to make Gerard react, Gerard had been struggling not to react. And while Gerard may have a lot of patience and understanding, when it runs out, it runs out rather spectacularly. Like an elastic band that’s been stretched thinner and thinner, once it snaps, it’s going to give you a hell of a sting. And come to think of it, that rather describes me as well... Mental note: stop writing yourself into these things.
“I’m done,” he says, teeth grazing Mikey’s earlobe. “You’re going to have to stop this, because I won’t. Not anymore.”
And finally this was my way of including consent. Gerard is done holding back, being responsible. This is him very plainly saying to Mikey that it is up to him now. That only thing making Gerard stop would be Mikey telling him to. And, as we see in the scene that follows, it efficiently forces Mikey, for the first time, to actively acknowledge and ask for what it is that he wants. And beyond the consent issue, that is something that I find very important within a d/s dynamic.
Anyway. That’s it, end of the commentary. Hope you enjoyed reading. I have one more to do and I’ll try to get to that sometime over the next week.