monaboyd | Mistake Number Three

Title: Mistake Number Three - 18/19
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, maybe.
Summary: Comfort, explanations, concerns and sacrifices.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. I gave up smoking almost two years ago. This is what feeds my addiction now.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Warning of angst. I'm going out to lunch with a friend, so you get this a wee bit early. Beta'd by

frojane. Thanks a lot sweetie. *hugs you*
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17

Chapter 18

With control that he doesn’t know he possesses, Billy slowly lets out the air he’s been holding in his lungs and tentatively smiles.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks quietly, the soft pad of his thumb sliding over the stubble along Dom’s jaw line.

“A wee bit tired, but better,” Dom replies in a low, raspy voice after careful consideration. “How long was I asleep?”

Reluctantly looking away from Dom’s face for a moment, Billy’s eyes find the clock on the nightstand. “A couple of hours or so.”

“You’ve been holding me all this time?” Dom asks, unable to hide the surprise in his gaze.

“Where else would I be, yeh daftie?” Billy whispers tenderly, cupping Dom’s scruffy cheek and gazing deep into his eyes. “I couldn’t leave you all alone. Not after what you told me.”

Dom’s belly contracts as he inhales sharply, a muffled sob rushing through his slender body and fresh tears making his red-rimmed eyes glisten. Hand shaking, Dom reaches up, his long fingers sliding around the nape of Billy’s neck.

“Billy-”

Dipping his head, Billy presses a tender kiss to Dom’s forehead as he cradles Dom protectively to his chest and rubs the tense muscles in his back.

“Shhh. It’s alright, Dommie,” Billy soothes. “Just breathe. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“I thought-”

“I know,” Billy interrupts gently. “You said it would change things between us. And you were right.”

“What?” Dom asks in a tiny, fearful voice.

“You are the bravest person I’ve ever met, Dommie. I really mean that.” Sliding his small fingers through Dom’s tousled blonde hair, Billy strokes the nape of his neck in slow, tender caresses while his other hand continues to rub Dom’s slender back. “I thought you were brave before, getting off the street and going back to school. I knew you were so scared, but only now do I understand just how difficult it must have been for you. There are no words to describe how amazing you are. No words, Dommie.”

“No, I’m not,” Dom protests with a shake of his head, muffled as he buries his face in Billy’s furry chest.

“Oh, yes you are,” Billy insists, kissing the side of Dom’s head. “To open yourself up, after what happened to you. God, Dommie, you were all alone, for so long. Blaming yourself. I can’t imagine how scared you were, starting to trust me, terrified of getting hurt again when you realized that you were falling in love. Scared that it was going to happen again. I don’t think I could’ve have been that brave.”

Shifting a little, Dom pulls back enough so he can look up into Billy’s warm green eyes. “I was so sure that once you knew- I mean-”

“About that, Dommie. I have two requests,” Billy says when Dom breaks off and looks away.

“What?” Dom asks nervously.

“One, please don’t ever say that you are damaged goods or that you deserved to be punished or anything else like that, ever again,” Billy asks, his breath catching. “It couldn’t be further from the truth, because you are beautiful and special. You are incredibly brave and strong, Dommie. You’re a survivor.”

Looking back up to meet Billy’s eyes, bright with tears, Dom nods ever so slightly. “And two?” he whispers.

“Don’t ever tell me his name.”

Confused, Dom frowns. “What? Why?”

“Because I’ll hunt the fecking bastard down and kill him with my bare hands,” Billy replies, his gaze darkening as tears gather on his ginger eyelashes. “For being so cruel with something as precious as your heart.”

A long moment passes as they stare into each others glistening eyes, not moving or speaking.

“You really do love me, don’t you?” Dom finally manages to say, blinking rapidly, a watery smile turning up the corners of his crooked mouth as his body trembles.

“Yes, Dommie, I really do,” Billy whispers tenderly, cupping Dom’s cheek with one hand and bringing their lips together. “I love you so much.”

The contact is feathery and achingly soft at first, almost tentative, but when Dom clutches Billy’s shoulder and whimpers for more, Billy parts his lips and carefully deepens the kiss. The exchange grows in intensity quickly, tongues tangling messily as Billy cups the fragile curve of Dom’s skull in one hand to keep him close as he lovingly worships Dom’s mouth. When they finally part, both are smiling, panting for breath.

“It’s the same,” Dom says softly, eyes sparkling with relief and happiness as he quickly brushes away a stray tear that has rolled down his cheek.

“What?”

“You kiss me the same. I was worried that you’d be afraid to touch me or something,” Dom explains awkwardly. “Or not want to touch me at all.”

“Dominic Monaghan, I love you,” Billy says gently, dipping his head and affectionately rubbing noses with Dom. “And my love for you is unconditional. There is nothing, absolutely nothing in your past that could make me love you less or make me stop loving you. I fall more in love with you every single minute.”

“There you go again, being all romantic,” Dom replies with a shy smile, laying his head back on Billy’s shoulder and slowly running his long, elegant fingers through the soft hair covering Billy’s chest.

“Get used to it,” Billy teases affectionately, kissing Dom’s hair.

Dom laughs softly. “I think I can try to do that.”

“You know, I understand now, why it was so hard for you to trust me,” Billy says, cheek resting against Dom’s head. “Why you were shaking last night. I don’t blame you for being scared. I can’t imagine what you were feeling.”

“I wasn’t scared, Billy. I was just nervous,” Dom corrects. “I-”

“I’m sorry, if I ever did anything to hurt you or frighten you,” Billy interrupts. “I’m so sorry for what I did on your birthday. And Christmas. God, I’m so very sorry, Dommie. I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”

“Bills, listen to me,” Dom says, bracing a hand on the mattress at Billy’s hip and pushing himself up so he can look deep into Billy’s eyes. “I’ve never been scared of you, or worried that you would hurt me. Ever. I’ve always felt safe with you. That, scared me, because I wasn’t used to it. I was never scared of you. As for my birthday and the cd’s at Christmas, Bills, there’s no way you could’ve known. You had the best of intentions, being so thoughtful, trying to make the days special for me. And I meant what I told you. It really was a good birthday, even with the bad memories. The best I’d had in a long, long time, because I was with you, and I felt safe.”

“Really?” Billy asks warily, blinking rapidly.

“Yes, really,” Dom promises. “I don’t deny I had some trouble on those days, but I think next year will be better. And the year after that, and the year after that.”

“Do I-” Biting down on his lower lip, Billy tries again. He hates to ask the question, but can’t stop himself. “Do I remind you of him? Do I look like him?”

“Bills, you are nothing like him,” Dom replies, eyes clear as he meets Billy’s worried gaze. “Everything about him was sharp and hard and bright. I always felt like I owed him, that he was better than me and that I was never good enough. He made me feel like I was lucky to get what I did from him. When he wrapped his arms around me, it wasn’t to show affection, it was a display of ownership. I was property to him. I didn’t see it then, but I do now.”

“Dommie-”

“He broke more than my heart, Bills. He broke my body and my soul, too. He wanted me small, weak and dependent on him,” Dom continues, his free hand resting on Billy’s furry chest, directly over his heart. “You’re not like that. You were never like that. I feel safe and warm and so very loved when I’m with you, and I’m not talking about the sex, even though that was incredible. You asked me to accept your help, because you said I was worth more. I didn’t believe in myself, but you did. You wouldn’t give up on me, even when I stumbled and made mistakes. Every single day you offered your friendship and support, asking nothing in return. You never made me feel like I owed you, that was all in my head. When I was scared, you comforted me. When I was sad, you wiped my tears and tried to make me smile. And most importantly, when I was weak, you carried me until I could walk on my own again.” Pausing, Dom takes a deep breath and brushes at the dampness under his expressive, blue-grey eyes. “You encouraged me to get stronger, and now I am. Because of your faith in me. And your love.”

“You are amazing, Dommie,” Billy breathes, bringing their mouths together for a feathery, soft kiss. “How did I get so lucky?"

“Oh, I think I’m the lucky one,” Dom replies with a small smile.

“All this time, I thought it was strangers mistreating you, not someone you trusted,” Billy says, nimble fingers toying with the soft blonde hair curling at the nape of Dom’s slender neck. “He’s the reason why you had the no kissing rule, isn’t he?”

“Every kiss from him was to hide another lie. The rule was my way of making sure that I’d never get close to someone and get hurt again,” Dom says softly, sinking into Billy’s welcoming embrace and nuzzling his nose into Billy’s neck. “Staying detached from what I had to do was how I survived. I shut down so I didn’t have to feel anything, and it was so strange, because I realized that I was used to being treated that way. It wasn’t all that different than before, I just got paid for it. And it was easier to be mechanical about it, like breathing or walking. After all, it wasn’t me, it was just my body, if that makes any sense.”

“I’m sorry, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, hand sliding up and down Dom’s bare arm in slow, lingering caresses. “I’m so sorry that he did that to you.”

“I realized that he never took the time to touch me and learn what gave me pleasure,” Dom adds quietly. “Because he didn’t care.”

“Never?” Billy asks softly. “Not once?”

“Bills, you learned more about my body in one night than he did in all the months we were together. If we kissed, it was because he wanted sex. We never did anything like this,” Dom says, looking up at Billy and gesturing to their position, curled up together. “There was no such thing as cuddling, before or after sex.”

“I always thought you’d be a cuddler,” Billy says with a soft smile, capturing Dom’s mouth in a tender kiss. “I love holding you and kissing you, Dommie. You remind me of a teddy bear, just wanting to be held and loved.”

“Earlier you said you understood why I was scared,” Dom says, laying his head back down on Billy’s shoulder, pressing a feathery trail of nibbling kisses along the tendon in Billy’s neck. “But I wasn’t scared last night, Bills, I was nervous. You said it was our first time, and then I realized that you were right. I’ve had sex before, but last night was the first time I’d ever made love. It was the first time in my life that I felt safe enough to let go, completely.”

Unconsciously, Billy tightens his arms around Dom as he presses a kiss to Dom’s hair. “Oh, Dommie-”

“I’d never spent the whole night with someone until you,” Dom reveals. “And then I woke up the other morning with your arm around my waist and your mouth almost pressed against the back of my neck.”

“But that wasn’t our first night together, Dommie,” Billy corrects. “That night in your flat, after I cleaned you up, I was on the bed beside you. I watched over you while you slept. Held your hand.”

“You did?” Dom asks softly.

“Of course. I was so worried about you.”

When a shiver ripples up Dom’s back, Billy pulls the coverlet up from where it has slipped down, tucking it in close around Dom’s body to keep him warm.

“Dommie, earlier you said that he was the first you ever went down on,” Billy says, quietly and gently. “He never reciprocated, did he?”

“No,” Dom admits, his eyes downcast. “His excuse was something to do with a sensitive gag reflex. Complete shite, obviously.”

“So-”

“Yes,” Dom interrupts, following Billy’s train of thought as he looks up again. “There have been a lot of firsts with you, Bills, and they’ve all been wonderful. Amazing, really. For a long time I had this fantasy of what my first time would be like, and being with you is so much more incredible than I could’ve ever dreamed or imagined.” Dom voice drops in volume to a whisper. “All the times I was with him, it was never slow and soft and romantic. Like last night and this morning, with you. Bills, you touched me in ways that I never knew existed.”

“Dommie-”

“I never knew that sex could feel that wonderful, that I could feel that close to someone. For us to be so connected to each other,” Dom says softly, snuggling closer into Billy’s warmth. “I don’t have the words, Bills.”

“I am so sorry for what happened to you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, kissing his nose. “But I’m not sorry that I get to show you how it should be, how special and beautiful you are. I love that I get to show you just how much I love you, how much I love touching you and holding you. God, just being in the same room with you, Dommie.”

A blush stains Dom’s cheeks pink as one of Billy’s small hands slides slowly down his side, fingertips tracing the line between hip and thigh, over and over again.

“I love you, too, Bills,” Dom replies. “But I really should move. This position must be killing your back.”

Noncommittally, Billy shakes his head and shrugs. “It’s fine.”

“C’mon Bills, you must be getting stiff.”

The words are barely out of Dom’s mouth when Billy snorts with laughter.

“Sorry,” he offers apologetically.

A moment later a small smile is tugging at the corners of Dom’s sweet mouth.

“That’s not what I meant, you randy Scotsman,” Dom protests with a playful giggle before getting caught up in Billy’s arms and a passionate, lingering kiss that leaves him weak and dizzy. “Not that I’d be opposed to it,” he adds breathlessly.

Their lips meet again, this kiss longer and deeper than the previous one, slower somehow, Dom sinking into Billy’s embrace, fingers clutching at Billy’s shoulder to bring their bodies together tightly. When they part, Dom can only gaze up at Billy wondrously, his lips rosy and swollen.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Billy murmurs softly, trailing kisses over Dom’s cheeks and down to the sensitive spot under his earlobe.

“What?”

“You like to take a hot shower when you’re having a bad day. It makes you feel better,” Billy explains. “I thought you might want to take one now, after everything, you know-”

“I’m not even going to ask how you know that,” Dom decides, a smile teasing at his lips.

“We’ve been sharing a flat for almost three months, Dommie,” Billy says. “I like to think I’ve gotten to know you a wee bit.”

“That you have.”

Slowly sitting up, Dom pushes back the coverlet and slips out of Billy’s warm embrace, sliding across the mattress but keeping a firm hold of Billy’s right hand. Rising to stand up at the edge of the bed, Dom then turns to face Billy.

“Will you join me?” Dom requests, almost shyly. “Please?”

Smiling warmly, Billy nods. “I’d love to, Dommie.”

* * * * *

“You were right, you know,” Dom says, tipping his head back and wetting his hair under the hot spray before meeting Billy’s intense gaze. “I did hate myself, because I allowed him to treat me the way he did. For being so blind. When he stopped, I just took over for him. Selling my body was how I paid the rent, but it was also a way to punish myself, and make sure that I’d always be alone. Punish myself for the pain I caused my parents. There was a time that I wanted to die.”

“And now?” Billy asks quietly, watching the rivulets of water sluice down Dom’s chest and over his small fingers where the are pressed against Dom’s flat belly, stroking and caressing the smooth skin.

“I think I’ve paid long enough,” Dom decides, wrapping one long, slender arm around Billy’s shoulders, bringing their wet bodies closer. “Too long. Looking back, I can see where I wanted to beg for your help, but I just couldn’t say the words,” Dom says thoughtfully, smiling when Billy’s hand finds his and their fingers lace together. “You asked me if I thought I’d be lucky twice, and I almost broke, right there. I think part of me wanted to tell you how much I needed you, but I just couldn’t let myself open up like that.”

“Everybody wants something,” Billy quotes with a sigh, thinking back. “You tried to tell me that night, the only way you could. I just didn’t fully understand what you meant. I wish I had. I would’ve done anything to keep you from getting hurt.”

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened to me, Billy,” Dom says, pulling Billy closer, the water forming droplets on his pale shoulders. “That’s not your responsibility.”

“I know,” Billy agrees with a sigh. “I just wish I could’ve prevented it, so you didn’t have to endure all that pain.”

“I know that, Bills,” Dom murmurs softly, pressing a warm kiss to Billy’s wet cheek. “I know.”

“I want to protect you, Dommie. Make sure that you never get hurt again,” Billy confesses, cupping Dom’s face with his other hand and brushing his thumb over Dom’s damp stubble. “Ever.”

“But I’m not out there anymore. I’m here,” Dom replies soothingly. “I’m alright. I’m happy, for the first time in years. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy, Bills.”

“I don’t mean just physically, Dommie,” Billy explains. “I don’t want you to feel like you did on Christmas Eve when we were shopping for groceries. I don’t want you to be reminded.”

“It’s a really nice thought, but I can’t run and hide from my past, Billy,” Dom tells him with a sad smile. “No matter where I go, there’s no way to ensure that I won’t see someone in the future who knows me from that life. It’s a part of my history. I need to accept that.”

“But if you moved-”

“I’m not leaving, Billy,” Dom states firmly. “We’ve just gotten started.”

“No, Dommie. I meant that if we moved-”

Dom jaw drops open in surprise. “You are not giving up the book shop!”

“Dommie, it’s okay. I can relocate.”

“No,” Dom interrupts firmly. “This has been your dream. You’ve worked so hard to make it a success. You gave up everything for it. To move the shop now would ruin it. You’d be risking what you love.”

“But I love you, too, Dommie,” Billy insists. “And I’m willing to move the shop to a new location and try, if it means you’ll be-”

“No,” Dom fires back. “I won’t let you do it.”

“But-”

“Bills, you’ve already done so much for me,” Dom continues. “You have done everything you could possibly do, and then some, asking for nothing in return. At Christmas, when you told me about you and Viggo, I realized just how hard it was for you to call him and ask for his help. But you did it, for me,” Dom whispers, his eyes glistening. “Because you wanted someone you trusted to take care of me. I can’t imagine how painful it was for you to be there. The guilt that you must have felt.”

Slowly Billy nods, his own eyes damp. “I knew that he would take care of you, because I asked. That he would be gentle and understanding. It was the first time in years that I’d asked him for anything. He knew it was important.”

“Bills, I love it here. I really do. I don’t want to leave,” Dom states, pulling Billy close and wrapping his arms around Billy’s trim waist to comfort him. “For the first time, I have a life that I want. I’ve started to make friends here. Mark, for one, and a couple of blokes that I met in my entrance exam course at the college. Everything is coming together, better than I could’ve imagined. Finally, the life I want has started. And it’s right here. I don’t want to run away from it.”

Billy starts to protest again, but is cut off when Dom covers his mouth with his, tongue sliding between bow shaped lips for a long, wet, hungry kiss. When Billy opens his eyes again, Dom is curling tightly into his arms, trailing kisses down Billy’s neck and lapping at the droplets of water gathering in the hollow of Billy’s throat with the tip of his tongue.

“Dommie,” Billy gasps, fingers threading through Dom’s wet hair and gently tugging him back up.

“I love that you would do that for me, that you would make that kind of sacrifice, but I don’t want you to,” Dom says softly, yet firmly, breath hot against Billy’s mouth. “This is where we met. This is where we fell in love. I promise you, this is where I want to stay.”

“Are you sure?” Billy asks, eyes filled with uncertainty. “I don’t want to hurt you, Dommie.”

“I’m positive. One hundred percent.”

A long moment passes as Billy looks deep into Dom’s eyes, searching, and then seeing the truth there.

“Alright then,” Billy finally concedes. “We stay.”

“Good. Now kiss me,” Dom requests with an inviting smile. “We’re both naked and wet. I think it would be a bloody crime to waste such a fabulous opportunity.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Billy murmurs before bringing their lips together in a hot, passionate kiss, stepping further under the spray so they are enveloped in the warm wetness.

With every tender kiss and intimate caress, the weight that’s been pressing down so oppressively on Dom’s shoulders begins to lighten. The warm water flowing over their entwined bodies bathes them in love, the ugliness and shame of Dom’s past washing away. Amid moans of pleasure and breathy murmurs of need, the mistakes of his youth, the years of pain and heartbreak, sluice down Dom’s lithe body and disappear down the drain, leaving him fresh and clean. At last, free of secrets. Able to trust completely.

Dom cannot help the tears of joy sliding down his cheeks, mixing with the warm water as he and Billy continue to press against one another, finding each other's mouths, over and over again. They can’t get enough of each others touch. Can’t get close enough. Emotions overwhelming him, Dom falls into Billy’s arms in complete surrender.

Tasting salt on his tongue, Billy pulls back far enough to break the kiss, eyes finding Dom’s once again.

“Are you alright?” he asks, realizing that Dom’s eyes are glistening brightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Dom replies with a sweet, innocent smile. “I’m just happy, Bills.”

“Daftie,” Billy murmurs lovingly, pressing a feathery kiss to each of Dom’s rosy cheeks.

“Don’t stop,” Dom requests, tilting his head to one side and nuzzling his nose into Billy’s neck, kissing, licking and gently sucking the soft skin. “I need you.”

“Tell me what you want, Dommie,” Billy pants, hands roaming endlessly over the muscles of Dom’s shoulders and back, all the way down to the small dimples above the curve of his arse. “Please.”

“I don’t care. Just keep touching me,” Dom gasps, hands pulling insistently at Billy’s shoulders, whimpering loudly in protest when Billy steps back and presses his hands against Dom’s hips, lessening the contact between their aroused bodies.

“Dommie, I need to know what you want.”

“I love everything you do,” Dom says quickly, fingers trailing through the soft, wet hair covering Billy’s chest, caressing his nipples and bringing them to stiff peaks. “I love how you touch me, Bills. Everything. It’s wonderful.”

“Well, that’s very good, but you don’t tell me what you want,” Billy persists, cupping Dom’s cheek and raising his chin so their eyes lock. “I need to know what gives you pleasure, how you want to be touched. Is there something that I’m not doing? Is there something you want me to do more? Less? Softer? Harder? Shorter? Longer?”

“Billy, I don’t-”

“I don’t even know if your preference is to bottom,” Billy continues, not allowing Dom to look away. “Have you ever topped? Do you want to?”

The sharp intake of breath causes the corners of Billy’s cherubic mouth to curl up into a suggestive smile.

“So you’ve thought about it,” Billy murmurs seductively, stepping closer again and pressing a tender kiss to Dom’s swollen mouth. “About being inside me.”

“Yes,” Dom admits softly. “But- I-”

“It’s okay, Dommie. You don’t have to decide anything today. I just want you to know that there’s a standing invitation, if you want to,” Billy says, fingertips gently massaging the back of Dom’s neck. “Okay?”

“Would you want me to?” Dom asks tentatively. “I mean-”

“I want to be with you, Dommie,” Billy interrupts gently, holding Dom’s gaze. “I love you, so much. If this means some experimenting and more ‘firsts’ for you, I’m all for it. Really.”

“You, Billy Boyd, are amazing,” Dom says, eyes shining with happiness and love. “You’re so good to me.”

“You’re easy to be good to.”

Dom laughs and darts forward for a quick kiss.

“So,” Billy says, cuddling Dom to his chest once again and kissing his wet hair. “Will you tell me something you want? Something you like?”

“Like what?”

“Anything. It’s up to you,” Billy explains. “It can be big or small. Just tell me something specific.”

“I love how you play with my hair,” Dom says shyly, after a long pause. “And when you kiss my neck, my knees get weak.”

Eyes twinkling, Billy smiles deviously. “Ah hah. See, that’s good to know.”

Before Dom can say another word, Billy dips his head to one side, feasting on the smooth column of tender skin, covering it with gentle nips and then soothing, kitten-soft licks.

“Oh God,” Dom gasps, letting his head fall back, exposing his throat. “Bills-”

“Tell me more,” Billy requests, threading the fingers of one hand through the damp strands of Dom’s hair while his other hand wraps snugly around Dom’s slender waist to support him. “What’s your fantasy, Dommie? Tell me a fantasy.”

Knees buckling, Dom’s eyes fly open, a passionate whimper bubbling up to escape his mouth as soothing water flows across their shoulders and chests, sliding down their entwined bodies.

“I-I don’t know,” Dom manages to whisper weakly, his arms tightening around Billy’s warm, wet, naked body.

“Yes, you do,” Billy insists gently, small hand sliding a little lower to cup a smooth, round arse cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. “I know you do. I can feel it.”

“I-”

“Whisper it in my ear,” Billy requests, nibbling seductively on Dom’s earlobe. “Please, Dommie. I want to know. Just one fantasy.”

Nearly drunk with arousal as Billy continues to nibble seductively on his neck, Dom finally consents, letting his eyes drop closed as he presses his cheek to Billy’s and utters the private words he’s never said in his entire life. He’s not prepared when Billy’s arm tightens around him, their hard erections rubbing together urgently.

“Oh Dommie-”

“Only if you want to,” Dom whispers, swallowing hard.

“Are you kidding me?” Billy asks breathlessly, shifting so their eyes lock. “What do you think I was imagining when you called on New Year’s Eve?”

Dom’s eyes widen. “Really?”

“Oh God yes,” Billy moans, thrusting his tongue into Dom’s sweet mouth, kissing, licking and sucking in wild abandon.

A moment later, Billy has Dom pressed against the wall of the shower, their limbs wound tightly around one another. Writhing and groping wildly, hips thrust desperately, hands seeking to touch more and more. New confidence sliding through his limbs, Dom gently bites down on the pointy, wiggly invader in his mouth, laughing when Billy squeaks in surprise and pulls back.

“Billy,” Dom begs, gazing into the warmest green eyes he’s ever known with absolute trust. “Now. Please.”

Slowly, Billy nods, his chest heaving and breath uneven. “Yes, Dommie. Now.”

* * * * *

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