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lavitanuova.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 25th, 2005 06:44 am)title: untitled club pwp
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dizzydame/lavitanuova (same person)
pairing: Billy/Dom
rating: NC-17
notes:app1e_pi made a post asking for porn. Since this was too long to fit in two (er, even two) comments, I opted for posting it instead.
Billy's fingers spider-walk down Dom's spine, underneath the humid cloth of t-shirt. Dom sighs, and shifts his head so that his cheek is against Billy's shoulder, damp and smelling of smoke and sweat. It's hotter than hell in the club, and probably a sight louder, too. The music makes Dom's pulse throb and he wants to move, except he's already done a bit too much moving tonight, his body says.
The booth is crammed full of elves and stunties and crew people. Dom isn't sure he recognises anyone around, except Billy. Nice, warm Billy. With the nice, warm hands, dragging patterns across that wonderfully sensitive place. He wishes he could take his shirt off, just drape himself across the table and let Billy write paragraphs on his skin.
Now that's an interesting though. He lifts his head an inch or two and looks up at Billy, who looks back down at him, one eyebrow raised.
Dom grins, crackling with new ideas, things he's never really considered before. Billy laughs, and Dom lets his head drop back down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss where his t-shirt meets flesh. He licks, tasting the cloth and skin at once.
"That how it is?" Billy says. A normal voice, but what could have been a whisper, for all that people outside of their little bubble could hear.
"Well." Dom says. "That's how it could be."
Billy's breath leaves him in a rush that Dom can plainly hear. "All right, then."
~*~
Dom gets his second wind, and wants to dance.
He tugs on Billy's hand. They're holding hands, and when did that happen? But he likes it, it's nice, it's tactile, it's tangible. Like Billy's smile. Or like Billy's smile would be if Dom were to push it against his own.
Yeah, Dom wants to dance.
Swallowed by the crowds, Billy apparently feels no need to hold back. His hands are everywhere, all of a sudden, stroking and pushing and petting, body pressed and twisting into Dom's to the beat of the music. Dom's hard, and he's glad he wanked earlier that day, because otherwise, he doesn't think he'd last five minutes with this man that he'd thought before he'd seen every side of.
"Here, Dom?" Billy says, dipping forward and licking a wet stripe up Dom's neck.
Dom swallows, not following. "What?"
"Do you want me to make you come here, Dom? Or do you want to catch a cab and go home?" Billy's eyes flicker something soft and serious amidst the more obvious and easier to identify things - lust, and urgency.
"Both?" Dom says, ever the optimist. It makes Billy laugh, and his teeth flash in the flash multi-coloured lighting.
"Both, then." Billy says, and it's a good answer, it's the right answer, because as soon as Billy's finished laughing at him he kisses Dom, and it's a good kiss. It's teeth and lips and tongue and Dom's jaw worked loose and open for Billy to plunder, while Billy's hands become intimate with places he'd only been casually introduced to before. Dom's knees weaken and his arms loop around Billy's neck, and he wants another kiss, more kisses, lots more.
He wants more of that, too, of Billy's thigh pressing between his hips, pinning his cock and his balls against his trousers and pushing almost to the point of pain. It makes Dom gasp, and Billy laps at Dom's mouth while he does it.
"Have you ever thought about me touching you?" The lovely pressure of Billy's thigh is gone, and Billy's fucking Satan now, or, well, not fucking Satan, unless Dom is Satan, which he's been called many a time throughout his childhood, and then yes, please. But he's evil, whatever he is, because one hand is rubbing at the crease of Dom's arse and the other is groping him through his trousers at the front.
"Yes," Dom says, and it's an honest answer - so honest it surprises him, but even if it weren't the truth, he'd have said it anyway. Anything to get more of this, more hot kisses and more of Billy's hands. "I want you."
"I know," Billy laughs into Dom's neck, and squeezes his cock. "Hard to miss."
"Can we..." He says, half question and half pleading.
Billy takes him by the loosened belt and pulls him through the crowd, by chance past a slightly inebriated Orlando (which earns them a double take), and down a hall where they both take a moment to praise the fates that they don't have to stand in line for the door with the little skirt-wearing figure tacked to it. As soon as the person inside exists, they wrestle each other through the door, laughing and panting.
The cool air inside is a breath of fresh air after the stale heat of the club, and the stone wall is cold when Billy presses him back against it. "Do you want to suck me off, Dominic?" Billy says, and rubs his thumb over Dom's bottom lip.
"I don't know how," Dom says, and puts his hands around Billy's waist, turns them, sinks to his knees. He pushes his cheek against the bulge of Billy's crotch and sighs. "I want to. Yeah."
"Do it. You'll be a natural. That... tongue... " Billy seems to lose his train of thought as Dom drags the zip down.
Billy's wearing boxers, but it's easy enough to navigate his erection through them. The head is slick with precome that he's steadily leaking. Not bad tasting, Dom thinks, and he lets the head rest on his tongue, closing his lips around it and sucking hard. Billy's thighs go tense and then relax, and Dom reaches down, rubbing his palm against himself.
"Take it out. Let me see you."
Dom pulls off of Billy, and reaches down to undo his trousers. Billy's cock bobs there, between them, jerks and rubs a sticky spot on Dom's cheek when Billy sees Dom take himself in hand and start to rub.
He uses one hand to guide Billy back into his mouth, the other to wank himself as he sucks. Billy starts to move, just a little, back and forth. "Fuck," Billy hisses, not loud but clear.
Dom's jaw grows tired and achy, but Billy's cock is thicker and harder now in his mouth, and his tongue is coated. He rubs the tip of it in circles around Billy's cock, and then sucks harder, one hand keeping his balance on the wall and the other keeping an unsteady rhythm on himself.
"I need to come," Billy says, and reaches down starts working himself, fist moving tight and fast. Dom moves, thinking that's what Billy wants, but Billy's other hand on the back of his head stops him. "Stay. I want to..."
What he wants to do isn't clear, but Dom starts sucking on the deep red tip, licking at the slit and flicking his tongue over it. Dom is close to coming himself, he wants to come, but he can't concentrate on both of them at once, and Billy wins, because he really fucking wants to see Billy come.
And then Billy does come, Billy is coming, on Dom's tongue and it's hot and salty and bitter and Dom winces and jerks back. Billy's hand is loose in his hair now, Billy doesn't care if he pulls away... he seems just as happy to come on Dom's mouth as in it. Dom can feel the wet strings clinging to his skin, on his cheek and across his chin and dripping down. Billy pushes forward, making little wanting noises that drive Dom crazy, and Dom lunges forward, sucks again and then lets go with a pop, then back in to give the head an open-mouthed kiss. Billy shouts and there's more come, surprising, oozing out onto Dom's lips.
Billy sinks to the ground as if all the air has been taken out of him. He puts his hands on Dom's thighs, still covered by the denim, and strokes up and in until his palms push against bare hips. "Come for me, Dominic."
Dom's cock is rigid, standing almost straight up between his thighs. Billy barely has to say it before Dom is coming, and it's hard and messy, splattering his shirt and over his fingers and on Billy's jeans. Dom's mouth gapes open for two seconds before it's covered by Billy's, and Dom rides out the rest of it like that, keening and moaning into a kiss.
~*~
They're back in the booth, drained and leaning on each other. Billy's arm caught between Dom's back and the booth, but he doesn't care. Dom's head on Billy's shoulder. Billy's given Dom the jacket he brought, to cover Dom's stained shirt.
"Cab?" Billy says. Dom nods, but can't make his legs work to move. Getting from the toilet to the booth had been hard enough, he can imagine the trek outdoors. "C'mon, lazy." Billy nudges at him. "We can go back to mine. Drink a few dozen bottles of water and go to bed. Not wake up until Feet on Monday."
"Yeah?" Dom tilts his head up at Billy, just like he'd done earlier. "That sounds nice."
Billy leans down and kisses him, soft and quick. No one's looking, no one cares, and Dom feels victorious for it. "Yeah."
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dizzydame/lavitanuova (same person)pairing: Billy/Dom
rating: NC-17
notes:
app1e_pi made a post asking for porn. Since this was too long to fit in two (er, even two) comments, I opted for posting it instead. Billy's fingers spider-walk down Dom's spine, underneath the humid cloth of t-shirt. Dom sighs, and shifts his head so that his cheek is against Billy's shoulder, damp and smelling of smoke and sweat. It's hotter than hell in the club, and probably a sight louder, too. The music makes Dom's pulse throb and he wants to move, except he's already done a bit too much moving tonight, his body says.
The booth is crammed full of elves and stunties and crew people. Dom isn't sure he recognises anyone around, except Billy. Nice, warm Billy. With the nice, warm hands, dragging patterns across that wonderfully sensitive place. He wishes he could take his shirt off, just drape himself across the table and let Billy write paragraphs on his skin.
Now that's an interesting though. He lifts his head an inch or two and looks up at Billy, who looks back down at him, one eyebrow raised.
Dom grins, crackling with new ideas, things he's never really considered before. Billy laughs, and Dom lets his head drop back down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss where his t-shirt meets flesh. He licks, tasting the cloth and skin at once.
"That how it is?" Billy says. A normal voice, but what could have been a whisper, for all that people outside of their little bubble could hear.
"Well." Dom says. "That's how it could be."
Billy's breath leaves him in a rush that Dom can plainly hear. "All right, then."
~*~
Dom gets his second wind, and wants to dance.
He tugs on Billy's hand. They're holding hands, and when did that happen? But he likes it, it's nice, it's tactile, it's tangible. Like Billy's smile. Or like Billy's smile would be if Dom were to push it against his own.
Yeah, Dom wants to dance.
Swallowed by the crowds, Billy apparently feels no need to hold back. His hands are everywhere, all of a sudden, stroking and pushing and petting, body pressed and twisting into Dom's to the beat of the music. Dom's hard, and he's glad he wanked earlier that day, because otherwise, he doesn't think he'd last five minutes with this man that he'd thought before he'd seen every side of.
"Here, Dom?" Billy says, dipping forward and licking a wet stripe up Dom's neck.
Dom swallows, not following. "What?"
"Do you want me to make you come here, Dom? Or do you want to catch a cab and go home?" Billy's eyes flicker something soft and serious amidst the more obvious and easier to identify things - lust, and urgency.
"Both?" Dom says, ever the optimist. It makes Billy laugh, and his teeth flash in the flash multi-coloured lighting.
"Both, then." Billy says, and it's a good answer, it's the right answer, because as soon as Billy's finished laughing at him he kisses Dom, and it's a good kiss. It's teeth and lips and tongue and Dom's jaw worked loose and open for Billy to plunder, while Billy's hands become intimate with places he'd only been casually introduced to before. Dom's knees weaken and his arms loop around Billy's neck, and he wants another kiss, more kisses, lots more.
He wants more of that, too, of Billy's thigh pressing between his hips, pinning his cock and his balls against his trousers and pushing almost to the point of pain. It makes Dom gasp, and Billy laps at Dom's mouth while he does it.
"Have you ever thought about me touching you?" The lovely pressure of Billy's thigh is gone, and Billy's fucking Satan now, or, well, not fucking Satan, unless Dom is Satan, which he's been called many a time throughout his childhood, and then yes, please. But he's evil, whatever he is, because one hand is rubbing at the crease of Dom's arse and the other is groping him through his trousers at the front.
"Yes," Dom says, and it's an honest answer - so honest it surprises him, but even if it weren't the truth, he'd have said it anyway. Anything to get more of this, more hot kisses and more of Billy's hands. "I want you."
"I know," Billy laughs into Dom's neck, and squeezes his cock. "Hard to miss."
"Can we..." He says, half question and half pleading.
Billy takes him by the loosened belt and pulls him through the crowd, by chance past a slightly inebriated Orlando (which earns them a double take), and down a hall where they both take a moment to praise the fates that they don't have to stand in line for the door with the little skirt-wearing figure tacked to it. As soon as the person inside exists, they wrestle each other through the door, laughing and panting.
The cool air inside is a breath of fresh air after the stale heat of the club, and the stone wall is cold when Billy presses him back against it. "Do you want to suck me off, Dominic?" Billy says, and rubs his thumb over Dom's bottom lip.
"I don't know how," Dom says, and puts his hands around Billy's waist, turns them, sinks to his knees. He pushes his cheek against the bulge of Billy's crotch and sighs. "I want to. Yeah."
"Do it. You'll be a natural. That... tongue... " Billy seems to lose his train of thought as Dom drags the zip down.
Billy's wearing boxers, but it's easy enough to navigate his erection through them. The head is slick with precome that he's steadily leaking. Not bad tasting, Dom thinks, and he lets the head rest on his tongue, closing his lips around it and sucking hard. Billy's thighs go tense and then relax, and Dom reaches down, rubbing his palm against himself.
"Take it out. Let me see you."
Dom pulls off of Billy, and reaches down to undo his trousers. Billy's cock bobs there, between them, jerks and rubs a sticky spot on Dom's cheek when Billy sees Dom take himself in hand and start to rub.
He uses one hand to guide Billy back into his mouth, the other to wank himself as he sucks. Billy starts to move, just a little, back and forth. "Fuck," Billy hisses, not loud but clear.
Dom's jaw grows tired and achy, but Billy's cock is thicker and harder now in his mouth, and his tongue is coated. He rubs the tip of it in circles around Billy's cock, and then sucks harder, one hand keeping his balance on the wall and the other keeping an unsteady rhythm on himself.
"I need to come," Billy says, and reaches down starts working himself, fist moving tight and fast. Dom moves, thinking that's what Billy wants, but Billy's other hand on the back of his head stops him. "Stay. I want to..."
What he wants to do isn't clear, but Dom starts sucking on the deep red tip, licking at the slit and flicking his tongue over it. Dom is close to coming himself, he wants to come, but he can't concentrate on both of them at once, and Billy wins, because he really fucking wants to see Billy come.
And then Billy does come, Billy is coming, on Dom's tongue and it's hot and salty and bitter and Dom winces and jerks back. Billy's hand is loose in his hair now, Billy doesn't care if he pulls away... he seems just as happy to come on Dom's mouth as in it. Dom can feel the wet strings clinging to his skin, on his cheek and across his chin and dripping down. Billy pushes forward, making little wanting noises that drive Dom crazy, and Dom lunges forward, sucks again and then lets go with a pop, then back in to give the head an open-mouthed kiss. Billy shouts and there's more come, surprising, oozing out onto Dom's lips.
Billy sinks to the ground as if all the air has been taken out of him. He puts his hands on Dom's thighs, still covered by the denim, and strokes up and in until his palms push against bare hips. "Come for me, Dominic."
Dom's cock is rigid, standing almost straight up between his thighs. Billy barely has to say it before Dom is coming, and it's hard and messy, splattering his shirt and over his fingers and on Billy's jeans. Dom's mouth gapes open for two seconds before it's covered by Billy's, and Dom rides out the rest of it like that, keening and moaning into a kiss.
~*~
They're back in the booth, drained and leaning on each other. Billy's arm caught between Dom's back and the booth, but he doesn't care. Dom's head on Billy's shoulder. Billy's given Dom the jacket he brought, to cover Dom's stained shirt.
"Cab?" Billy says. Dom nods, but can't make his legs work to move. Getting from the toilet to the booth had been hard enough, he can imagine the trek outdoors. "C'mon, lazy." Billy nudges at him. "We can go back to mine. Drink a few dozen bottles of water and go to bed. Not wake up until Feet on Monday."
"Yeah?" Dom tilts his head up at Billy, just like he'd done earlier. "That sounds nice."
Billy leans down and kisses him, soft and quick. No one's looking, no one cares, and Dom feels victorious for it. "Yeah."
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Fuck, this was good. The images of Billy coming on Dom's mouth, and then covering Dom's mouth with his own as Dom comes... yeah, those'll keep me happy for a good while.
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jesus fuck.
i thought today was going to be horrid, and then i wake up to some awesome porn. omg yey.
thank you for making this day bearable.
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It's weird and awkward and it makes your jaw hurt, and it's never a pornstar-worthy performance. But this- this was great. *grins*
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I *adore* realistic sex. Adore it. I'm going to need a few minutes to recover from that. Scorching! Thank you.
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Ok, this is the Monaboyd Equivalent of "You had me at 'hello.'"
Guh. Whew. Nice ride! Thanks!
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And then Billy does come, Billy is coming, on Dom's tongue
That line, actually that whole paragraph....nnnghh. Excellent. :-)
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"That how it is?" Billy says. A normal voice, but what could have been a whisper, for all that people outside of their little bubble could hear.
"Well." Dom says. "That's how it could be."
Billy's breath leaves him in a rush that Dom can plainly hear. "All right, then."
You communicate really well with just a few words and they immediately paint a realistic image in my head. And yeah, the bathroom break and the surrounding tension is fantastic as well.
Thanks! <3