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mellyflori.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 10th, 2003 01:52 pm)Title: Abulia
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mellyflori
Pairing: oh come now.
Rating: R.. ish?
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys would I be sitting at this desk? No. I'd be making Dom feed me strawberries while Billy read me poetry. Duh.
Summary: Vocabulary is sexy.
Notes: First non-drabble. *pulls pin* *throws over wall* *runs and hides*
The room is musty with sex, the air still hot. Those blankets which haven’t been pushed to the bottom left corner of the bed have tangled through their legs and when they decide to get up they’ll have a bitch of a time getting loose. That moment is years away, though. Right now they’ve both been struck with the heaviness of limb that comes following a righteous shag. There’s a word for it. It’s tickling at the back of Dom’s head and though he knows he’s heard it, recently even, it won’t come while he’s thinking about it so he goes back to stroking Billy’s forearm and floating in his own mind. What if they never got up? What if they just stayed like this, wrapped around each other, slick with sweat and growing sticky? What if the phone rang until the batteries went dead and—
“Lassitude.”
Billy’s head jerks up. “Whu?”
“Nothing. I’d been trying to remember that word and it finally came to me.”
“Oh good, I was afraid we were playing some new Dom game. ‘Big Words in Bed’ or some such.”
Dom’s mouth goes all lopsided in a grin and he can’t resist. “What if we were? It’s your turn.”
There’s an irresistible look of concentration on Billy’s face and then a smirk of self-satisfaction.
“Supersternal notch.”
He lowers his face to Dom’s neck and plants a soft kiss at the spot in question.
“Is that an audio-visual aid there?” and Billy’s murmured agreement vibrates against Dom’s neck. “My turn now?” More vibrations, and these start at his neck but finish between his legs. Dom briefly considers continuing to pepper Billy with questions just so he’ll keep agreeing but Billy’s head comes back up and rests next to Dom’s on the pillow again.
Dom props himself up on one elbow and leans dangerously close to Billy’s ear, whispering across it.
“Aeolian.”
The shudder starts at Billy’s neck and works it’s way down to his feet. As his legs shiver Dom can feel the hairs scratching his own legs. He wraps one leg over Billy’s calves and rubs gently.
There’s a kiss to Billy’s earlobe and another whisper. “Your turn.”
Billy sitting up is something of a surprise, which might be why it’s so easy for him to roll Dom onto his back and perch there, straddling Dom’s thighs and looking him up and down. That shock in his groin is back again and Dom can feel his cock start to twitch under Billy’s stare. After a minute or so of suffering the perusal he sighs. “Billy.” And the desperation is there, just under the surface.
Billy chuckles.
“Abulia.”
One finger reaches down to circle Dom’s left nipple. The other hand begins stroking up Dom’s right thigh and Dom begins to squirm ever so slightly.
“Abulia?”
The self-satisfied smirk is back. “Yes Dommie, abulia. It’s the loss of the ability to make a decision. Like right now. I’m trying to decide which part of you I like licking the most,” and that hand travels up the thigh to hover over Dom’s erection. There is something truly wicked about the way Billy’s accent plays with his words.
“I suppose, in reality, there’s only one way to find out.”
Author:
mellyfloriPairing: oh come now.
Rating: R.. ish?
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys would I be sitting at this desk? No. I'd be making Dom feed me strawberries while Billy read me poetry. Duh.
Summary: Vocabulary is sexy.
Notes: First non-drabble. *pulls pin* *throws over wall* *runs and hides*
The room is musty with sex, the air still hot. Those blankets which haven’t been pushed to the bottom left corner of the bed have tangled through their legs and when they decide to get up they’ll have a bitch of a time getting loose. That moment is years away, though. Right now they’ve both been struck with the heaviness of limb that comes following a righteous shag. There’s a word for it. It’s tickling at the back of Dom’s head and though he knows he’s heard it, recently even, it won’t come while he’s thinking about it so he goes back to stroking Billy’s forearm and floating in his own mind. What if they never got up? What if they just stayed like this, wrapped around each other, slick with sweat and growing sticky? What if the phone rang until the batteries went dead and—
“Lassitude.”
Billy’s head jerks up. “Whu?”
“Nothing. I’d been trying to remember that word and it finally came to me.”
“Oh good, I was afraid we were playing some new Dom game. ‘Big Words in Bed’ or some such.”
Dom’s mouth goes all lopsided in a grin and he can’t resist. “What if we were? It’s your turn.”
There’s an irresistible look of concentration on Billy’s face and then a smirk of self-satisfaction.
“Supersternal notch.”
He lowers his face to Dom’s neck and plants a soft kiss at the spot in question.
“Is that an audio-visual aid there?” and Billy’s murmured agreement vibrates against Dom’s neck. “My turn now?” More vibrations, and these start at his neck but finish between his legs. Dom briefly considers continuing to pepper Billy with questions just so he’ll keep agreeing but Billy’s head comes back up and rests next to Dom’s on the pillow again.
Dom props himself up on one elbow and leans dangerously close to Billy’s ear, whispering across it.
“Aeolian.”
The shudder starts at Billy’s neck and works it’s way down to his feet. As his legs shiver Dom can feel the hairs scratching his own legs. He wraps one leg over Billy’s calves and rubs gently.
There’s a kiss to Billy’s earlobe and another whisper. “Your turn.”
Billy sitting up is something of a surprise, which might be why it’s so easy for him to roll Dom onto his back and perch there, straddling Dom’s thighs and looking him up and down. That shock in his groin is back again and Dom can feel his cock start to twitch under Billy’s stare. After a minute or so of suffering the perusal he sighs. “Billy.” And the desperation is there, just under the surface.
Billy chuckles.
“Abulia.”
One finger reaches down to circle Dom’s left nipple. The other hand begins stroking up Dom’s right thigh and Dom begins to squirm ever so slightly.
“Abulia?”
The self-satisfied smirk is back. “Yes Dommie, abulia. It’s the loss of the ability to make a decision. Like right now. I’m trying to decide which part of you I like licking the most,” and that hand travels up the thigh to hover over Dom’s erection. There is something truly wicked about the way Billy’s accent plays with his words.
“I suppose, in reality, there’s only one way to find out.”
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