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Title: Twisted
Author: Laura -- ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating/Warning: Hard R or a wimpy NC-17 - some bondage
Feedback: ...makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!
Disclaimer: Although I'm sure Billy loves Dom's forearms (honestly, now, who doesn't?), I don't believe this happened.
Notes: This is a very late birthday fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
mysteriousaliwz, who has a Dom!forearm fetish. *wiggles eyebrows* And thanks to hobbitgwen, midnightmagics, i_dream_in_pink and spunkiegal for quick betas and title help! ('s a lot of people, I know, but they all offered... and who was I to say no? *grins*)
“It’s your forearms, Dommie,” Billy hissed, his eyes dark as he slid up Dom’s body, his tongue swiping solidly along straining muscle. Pulling back, his lips twisted into a thoughtful smirk as he eyed the quivering arms, each wrist tied back to the bedpost with no noticeable leeway. “They just call to me…”
His tongue feeling thick and clumsy, a nervous Dom pushed his head against the pillow as his body warped in a worm-like manner. His back arched in a rebellion against the bind as he spoke. “Call to you…?” The last word twisted at the end in a question, Dom’s eyes – drunken with pleasure – wide with a sea of wanton confusion.
“Yes, Dommie,” Billy continued as he rubbed his nose against Dom’s elbow, not rough but not gentle enough to be considered an affectionate nuzzle. “They call me to kiss them, lick them,” he illustrated each as he spoke, “nibble them…” He chuckled lowly as Dom gasped the moment his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin of his bound wrists.
“They call me to rub against them, use them for my pleasure, watch as they tremble, practically whimpering.” Billy’s teeth drew skin into his mouth and he let out a breathy chuckle at Dom’s stifled cry. “I know you want this, Dommie,” Billy mumbled into the skin of Dom’s upper arm, “you love having your arms worshipped… you could come just from this, couldn’t you, you little slut?” His words were harsh but warm.
His only response was a deep, wavering silence filled with unasked requests and shivering sighs.
Pulling back to stare down at Dominic, Billy cocked an eyebrow at the man’s uncharacteristic silence. “Talk to me, Dommie…” he commanded, expression tightening with a harsh twist of emotion. His eyes grew dark and Dom instantly knew: there was a deeper, more menacing Billy inside the normally pleasant man he saw before him – a self coiled inside, just waiting for a moment to spring up and pounce.
As Billy’s lips returned to their noisy suckling, Dom coughed uncomfortably, goose pimples rising up on his entire body as Billy offered attention to his forearms and only his forearms. “Shite, Bills,” he muttered, eyes squeezing shut before snapping open again to drink in Billy’s bare underside, stretching and contracting just above him.
“Talk,” Billy’s voice floated from above. It seemed to Dom that the word soaked through his wet, suckled skin, melting into his bones and chilling them.
“I… I don’t…” Dom began, words trembling nearly as much as his body. “Don’t know what to sa—” he gasped. Billy’s tongue had just made a cameo before he pulled away, straddling Dom’s lower waist.
Cocking an eyebrow, Billy leaned back, his ass roughly coming in contact with Dom’s throbbing erection. “Dominic,” he started, nimble fingers trailing up the younger man’s sides, “you never know what to say… yet you do it anyway.” Body limberly twisting and sprawling out over Dom’s, Billy pressed his lips to the crook of Dom’s elbow. “Now talk,” he commanded.
“What… what you’re doing is… ‘s sending messages straight to Pedro down there,” Dom rambled, saying whatever came into his mind without censorship, “an’ he’s already pretty fuckin’ alert an’, an’…”
“Dom,” mumbled Billy, lips never completely leaving Dom’s skin, “breathe.”
Obeying, Dom continued. “I can just feel you smirk, I can fucking feel it – so bloody smug an’ sure of yourself – sure this’ll undo me, y’bastard –” breathe “— sure you have the upper hand an’ it’ll never be lost – sure you’ll be in charge forever – well I’m lost I dunno what you want an’ need why you push me so fu’’in’ ‘ard—” His words, tripping and stumbling in their rush to leave his lips the second they appeared in his brain, were accented with very few consonants, all breathiness and vowels.
“’s no’ fair you use me an’ shag me an’ you run away th’ firs’ chance y’get – you’ll never stay – who am I kiddin’? you stay an’ go as you please – no consideration – nothing – jus’ doin’ an’ boy ‘m bloody sick of the lies – the deception – the hatred – an’ what do I get from it? Wha’ – wha’—”
As Billy’s teeth collapsed heavily on his bicep, Dom cried out, coming forcefully. His body contorted angrily, squirming and screaming out in a silent protest, told only by his flailing, straining limbs.
“What do you get from it, is that what you’re asking, Dommie?” Billy growled, lapping at the line of blood forming at the bite.
“Sharp teeth,” Dom murmured exhaustedly, hands and feet stationed still for once, toes no longer curling in pleasure, fingernails ceased digging into his palm, wide eyes finally slipping shut.
“Smooth skin,” Billy retorted, watching Dominic fondly. As soon as the younger man’s eyes opened again, the affection was gone and only a lustful harshness remained. “Now, what was it you were saying about how I never stay? Running away, y’called it? You want a change in our pattern, is that it, Dommie?” He waited for an answer with baited breath, ready and anxious to show something other than force if requested.
“Nah,” Dom answered sleepily. He shook his head and let out a lazy, content smile. “I was just lettin’ out steam and talkin’ like you told me, Bills, y’know that. Wha’ we have is fun.”
Dom knew he was lying.
“Yup,” Billy smirked, his shoulders slumping unnoticeably. “Fun.”
Unfortunately, Billy didn’t.
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Hrm... A sequel? It hadn't even really occurred to me. Well, we'll see. ;)
Thanks again!
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Comment, comment, comment. :)
*loves you*
*points to icon* See? Sad, angsteah!Dommeah. :)
And you don't really need me to comment, anyway. You already know how much I love your fics.
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Thanks, love. *huggles*
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Thanks!
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This is quite well done...and the ending? Gah....soooo didn't see that happening quite like that.
I'd love to see how you resolve this, if you haven't any plans of doing that, that is...wouldn't want you to feel pressured or anything...but....
pleeeeeeeeeze? pretty puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?
*offers you cookies*
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Yeah, I really hadn't had plans to continue this or write a sequel, but... I guess it's just kinda called for, isn't it? Hrm. Perhaps! :)
Thanks for the cookies and your comments!
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