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lavitanuova.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 30th, 2006 01:34 pm)Some PWP inspired by those pics of Billy taken the 27th. I wrote this in a chat with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sideshowkat, kashmir1, shleemeri, and someone else whose lj name I never caught. So to them, it is dedicated. :)
untilted, nc-17
"Have fun shopping, Bills?" Dom says. His voice is rough from his impromptu nap, but his breath is warm and welcoming on Billy's wetted earlobe.
"You know it." Billy laughs. "You can have your credit card back any time."
"Ooh, cheeky." Dom twists Billy's arm behind his back. "Maybe I need to get you back for that one."
"Like to see you try." Billy attempts escape but fails, mainly because he doesn't really want to get away. Dom does try, shoving his knee up between Billy's legs, so Billy's balls are pushed up between his legs.
His cock is in a less than comfortable position as well, hardening between his thigh and the wall where Dom has him pressed. "Think we could do without some of these clothes?" He asks, casually, as if he's checking the weather.
"Why not?" Dom reaches his hand down Billy's front and tucks a couple fingers under the waistband of Billy's jeans. His fingers twist in the trail of hair leading down, testing the waters a little before he pries open Billy's belt and loosens it. "Wait, why should you be the one to get naked? I'm the one that had to wait here all day long while you were off prancing about town. Maybe I should get mine first."
Billy groans. "You prick." He shoves back, as if that's demonstrating something. "We can both get ours at the same time, you know."
"That's too sensible," Dom mutters against the back of Billy's neck. "But fine, whatever. Just..." He undoes Billy's belt and nudges the jeans down a few inches until he can slide his hand down and around getting a proper grip on the nicely sized hard on Billy's sporting, even though the boxers.
"Happy-"
"If you make a joke right now, I may have to kill you," Billy growls, utterly serious. "Less talk, more wanking."
"What do you mean, more? I haven't even really started yet." Dom says.
"Then start." Billy reaches one hand around and grabs Dom hard between his legs. Dom's wearing those loud print shorts, thin as fuck, and it's easy to make out the shape of him underneath, to curls his fingers around the heat and hardness and tug back and forth, up and down. Dom's quick to react, keening and whimpering like it's been a month of Sundays since he's gotten off. Billy laughs at him, but that just reminds Dom of his purpose. "Take them off," Billy demands, trying to wriggle out of his jeans. Dom holds them up with one hand, grunting in silent protest when Billy stops groping him.
"Ungh," Dom shoves the jeans down a little more so that they bunch around Billy's thighs uncomfortable. "Stay still. This won't take but a sec."
Dom reaches around behind himself and yanks the little tube out of his back pocket. The cap flips open and he slicks his palm, then lets it clatter to the floor. Billy won't need much, not after night, and the morning.
Billy knows its coming, but he still tenses when two of Dom's fingers pry their way into his body. He melts again in .2 seconds, and pushes back against Dom's fingers.
"Thought it was my turn? You did me this morning." Billy says, though he isn't really complaining.
"I'm no good at taking turns." Dom laughs, and pushes a wet, sticky hand down into his own shorts, down down down until they pool in a neon green and pink puddle of cloth at his feet. His cock is bobbing in front of him with every deepending breath. "Ready?"
"Mm," Billy nods, and braces his hands against the wall. He can't spread his legs any more, but it doesn't really matter, Dom's got enough room to work. He's good at that, Dom is - not letting little obstacles like Billy still wearing his denims get in the way.
The blunt head of his cock, with the foreskin already snug back, pushes into Billy's puckered entrance and then firmly past it. He pauses then, enjoying the tight squeeze of muscle around him, and then thrusts home. Billy draws in a ragged breath, and pushes back. It's wet enough to be enjoyable, and the occasional glance of Dom against his prostate sends nice little shivers up and down his body, but he's going to need more if he wants this to be a mutual thing.
"Going to wank," He says. Dom's not even really holding him any more, and all Billy has to do is tug his wrist away. It only takes a few quick strokes to get himself completely hard.
He feels Dom's hand pushing clumsily past him and he's confused until he realises Dom's hand has lube on it, and ohhh, yes, please, that's very good. He sinks back against Dom with a happy groan, but Dom's plans don't really involve wanking Billy long term. He laughs and guides Billy's own hand back to himself, so he can concentrate on the fucking.
By the time he feels Dom getting close, his knees and thighs are aching from the position he's standing in, and he's breathing hard like he's run a marathon. He remembers why sex in a bed is a good thing, but its not nearly worth stopping for.
"Billy!" Dom shouts, and then curses, and then pleads. "Gonna come, in you, fuck."
Dom isn't nearly as talky in bed as Billy once pegged him to be, but he knows when to say what, and how to say it so that it gets Billy right in the right place. Billy lets his own hand speed up so he can match speeds with how fast Dom is pushing into him.
Dom's orgasm is sort of a nothing-feeling to Billy, a vague hint of ticklish warmth somewhere inside of him, but when accompanied by Billy's own, it's rather nice alltogether. His jeans are done for, for the day, of course, but that's all right. They peel apart stickily, and Billy yanks his shirt over his head and turns around, kissing Dom even as he tugs his arms through the sleeves and lets it drop.
"You're doing the wash later," He laughs. Dom rolls his eyes.
sideshowkat, kashmir1, shleemeri, and someone else whose lj name I never caught. So to them, it is dedicated. :)untilted, nc-17
"Have fun shopping, Bills?" Dom says. His voice is rough from his impromptu nap, but his breath is warm and welcoming on Billy's wetted earlobe.
"You know it." Billy laughs. "You can have your credit card back any time."
"Ooh, cheeky." Dom twists Billy's arm behind his back. "Maybe I need to get you back for that one."
"Like to see you try." Billy attempts escape but fails, mainly because he doesn't really want to get away. Dom does try, shoving his knee up between Billy's legs, so Billy's balls are pushed up between his legs.
His cock is in a less than comfortable position as well, hardening between his thigh and the wall where Dom has him pressed. "Think we could do without some of these clothes?" He asks, casually, as if he's checking the weather.
"Why not?" Dom reaches his hand down Billy's front and tucks a couple fingers under the waistband of Billy's jeans. His fingers twist in the trail of hair leading down, testing the waters a little before he pries open Billy's belt and loosens it. "Wait, why should you be the one to get naked? I'm the one that had to wait here all day long while you were off prancing about town. Maybe I should get mine first."
Billy groans. "You prick." He shoves back, as if that's demonstrating something. "We can both get ours at the same time, you know."
"That's too sensible," Dom mutters against the back of Billy's neck. "But fine, whatever. Just..." He undoes Billy's belt and nudges the jeans down a few inches until he can slide his hand down and around getting a proper grip on the nicely sized hard on Billy's sporting, even though the boxers.
"Happy-"
"If you make a joke right now, I may have to kill you," Billy growls, utterly serious. "Less talk, more wanking."
"What do you mean, more? I haven't even really started yet." Dom says.
"Then start." Billy reaches one hand around and grabs Dom hard between his legs. Dom's wearing those loud print shorts, thin as fuck, and it's easy to make out the shape of him underneath, to curls his fingers around the heat and hardness and tug back and forth, up and down. Dom's quick to react, keening and whimpering like it's been a month of Sundays since he's gotten off. Billy laughs at him, but that just reminds Dom of his purpose. "Take them off," Billy demands, trying to wriggle out of his jeans. Dom holds them up with one hand, grunting in silent protest when Billy stops groping him.
"Ungh," Dom shoves the jeans down a little more so that they bunch around Billy's thighs uncomfortable. "Stay still. This won't take but a sec."
Dom reaches around behind himself and yanks the little tube out of his back pocket. The cap flips open and he slicks his palm, then lets it clatter to the floor. Billy won't need much, not after night, and the morning.
Billy knows its coming, but he still tenses when two of Dom's fingers pry their way into his body. He melts again in .2 seconds, and pushes back against Dom's fingers.
"Thought it was my turn? You did me this morning." Billy says, though he isn't really complaining.
"I'm no good at taking turns." Dom laughs, and pushes a wet, sticky hand down into his own shorts, down down down until they pool in a neon green and pink puddle of cloth at his feet. His cock is bobbing in front of him with every deepending breath. "Ready?"
"Mm," Billy nods, and braces his hands against the wall. He can't spread his legs any more, but it doesn't really matter, Dom's got enough room to work. He's good at that, Dom is - not letting little obstacles like Billy still wearing his denims get in the way.
The blunt head of his cock, with the foreskin already snug back, pushes into Billy's puckered entrance and then firmly past it. He pauses then, enjoying the tight squeeze of muscle around him, and then thrusts home. Billy draws in a ragged breath, and pushes back. It's wet enough to be enjoyable, and the occasional glance of Dom against his prostate sends nice little shivers up and down his body, but he's going to need more if he wants this to be a mutual thing.
"Going to wank," He says. Dom's not even really holding him any more, and all Billy has to do is tug his wrist away. It only takes a few quick strokes to get himself completely hard.
He feels Dom's hand pushing clumsily past him and he's confused until he realises Dom's hand has lube on it, and ohhh, yes, please, that's very good. He sinks back against Dom with a happy groan, but Dom's plans don't really involve wanking Billy long term. He laughs and guides Billy's own hand back to himself, so he can concentrate on the fucking.
By the time he feels Dom getting close, his knees and thighs are aching from the position he's standing in, and he's breathing hard like he's run a marathon. He remembers why sex in a bed is a good thing, but its not nearly worth stopping for.
"Billy!" Dom shouts, and then curses, and then pleads. "Gonna come, in you, fuck."
Dom isn't nearly as talky in bed as Billy once pegged him to be, but he knows when to say what, and how to say it so that it gets Billy right in the right place. Billy lets his own hand speed up so he can match speeds with how fast Dom is pushing into him.
Dom's orgasm is sort of a nothing-feeling to Billy, a vague hint of ticklish warmth somewhere inside of him, but when accompanied by Billy's own, it's rather nice alltogether. His jeans are done for, for the day, of course, but that's all right. They peel apart stickily, and Billy yanks his shirt over his head and turns around, kissing Dom even as he tugs his arms through the sleeves and lets it drop.
"You're doing the wash later," He laughs. Dom rolls his eyes.
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Boy, that was hoooot :D
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Dom isn't nearly as talky in bed as Billy once pegged him to be, but he knows when to say what, and how to say it so that it gets Billy right in the right place. Billy lets his own hand speed up so he can match speeds with how fast Dom is pushing into him.
I like this especially.
But what pictures of Billy? I must not have seen them--where are they, please?
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