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Title: Breakfast
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, definitely.
Summary: It’s morning. Time for breakfast, and a bit of naughty payback.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta,frojane, for insisting that I write it.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: The thirdand final installment in the Simply Delicious series, or as I affectionately call it, Food Porn. This fic is dedicated to kerryfromcali who was willing to wait another year for another update. Well, to my relief, it didn’t take that long. Enjoy!
Previous Parts: 1-Hungry | 2-Dessert
Drawing a deep breath into his lungs, Billy’s eyelids flutter as he is slowly pulled from the comforting arms of sleep. Recalling all the pleasant, erotic dreams he experienced during the night, Billy smiles before rolling his head to one side to stretch. When his head rolls to the other side, Billy’s lips brush across Dom’s silky hair. It’s then that Billy realizes that his arms are wrapped around a very naked, sleeping man.
Opening his eyes, Billy scans the dimly lit hotel room briefly, then focuses his attention on the bare skin of his young lover, and the way Dom’s languid body is draped possessively over his. While one hand rests against the nape of Dom’s neck, small fingers carding through the tousled blonde strands of hair, Billy’s other hand is splayed across Dom’s warm back, keeping their bodies close. Billy can feel one of Dom’s long legs entwined with his, and the unmistakable press of Dom’s morning erection hardening against his thigh.
Long, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, Dom sighs softly and nuzzles into the curve of Billy’s shoulder, the tip of his tongue daring out to moisten the perfect, inviting pucker of his lips. Cheeks flushed with sleep, Dom looks almost angelic, even younger than usual, his chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths as he slides deeper into pleasant dreams.
Letting his sleepy green eyes slide down Dom’s lithe body, exposed when the coverlet slipped down sometime during the night, Billy’s gaze lingers at Dom’s lower back, and the tantalizing back dimples that had tortured him for all those months. Yesterday, Billy thought he was doomed to be nothing more than best mates with Dom, and this morning, they’re waking up wrapped in each others arms, naked as the day they were born. Last night was nothing short of incredible, and Billy can hardly wait to see what today will bring.
Remembering the leftovers that they’d tucked into the mini fridge before succumbing to post-orgasm exhaustion, Billy smiles wickedly as an idea begins to form. After the teasing and incredibly erotic game that Dom played last night, some pay back is called for, especially since Billy got a good look at what they didn’t get around to using. Oh yes, Billy knows exactly how to repay Dom for their very memorable first night together, and for the fact that he’ll never be able to look at fruit the same way again. Ever.
Moving very slowly, Billy carefully works himself out from under Dom, easing his sleeping form down to the pillow and mattress. Pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s forehead, Billy slides out of bed, taking a moment to draw the coverlet up to Dom’s shoulders to keep him warm, and then moves silently across the room to the brown paper grocery bag sitting on the table. Periodically glancing over at the bed to ensure that Dom is still sleeping, Billy gathers all the items he needs from the table and fridge, breaks all necessary seals, and then walks back over to the bed.
With one hand, Billy slowly draws the thick coverlet down until the sweet curve of Dom’s bare arse and firm upper thighs comes into view. Smiling lustily at the intoxicating view of his gorgeous lover sprawled on his belly, utterly and completely vulnerable, Billy exhales a soft sigh. It seems like such a shame to wake Dom, but Billy can’t wait one more minute to touch and explore his beautiful skin. They have so much time to make up for, when they didn’t know how the other felt.
Unloading his armful of items onto the coverlet in the middle of the bed, Billy slowly straddles Dom’s slender body, taking care not to disturb the sleeping man as he gingerly rests his arse on Dom’s thighs. When Billy rises up on his knees and leans forward, his rapidly stiffening erection presses against the crease between Dom’s cheeks, causing Billy to stifle a ragged groan at the sensation. Bracing himself on his hands on either side of Dom’s bare shoulders, Billy dips his head and gently nuzzles his small nose into the nape of Dom’s neck, inhaling deeply and drawing the sweet aroma clinging to Dom’s silky hair into his lungs.
Kissing and nibbling the smooth skin, Billy feels Dom slowly awaken, his breath catching and then his body shifting a little before opening his eyes.
“G’morning, Bills” he murmurs sleepily, lifting his chin and tilting his head to one side to give Billy more room to work. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah. I had a nice warm blanket,” Billy replies, chuckling lightly. “A naked one.”
Sinking down, Billy settles his body over Dom’s, supporting most of his weight on his elbows and knees. Hearing Dom moan softly with pleasure beneath him at the way their bodies fit together, Billy smiles and begins placing hot, wet kisses to the back of Dom’s slender neck as his hips rock against the curve of Dom’s arse.
“What are doing to me?” Dom whimpers, arching his nude body off the mattress to press more firmly against Billy’s arousal, craving his intimate touch.
“Just a small taste of what you did to me last night, my Dommeh,” Billy murmurs seductively before pressing his soft, cherubic lips into the shallow groove of Dom’s spine.
Listening to Dom mewl and purr at the sensation, Billy lazily works his way down Dom’s bare back, sliding his tongue over Dom’s shoulder blades and gently nipping there. When Dom begs, Billy finally moves down to the small of Dom’s back and the seductive dimples just above the curve of his arse. Tenderly stroking Dom’s skin with his fingertips, Billy traces the indentations with his tongue and then kisses them, belly fluttering as Dom’s body vibrates with need. Trailing a line of kisses up the center of Dom’s back, Billy braces his weight with one hand while his free hand pets Dom’s arse, squeezing and stroking, causing Dom to whimper profusely.
“Fuck,” Dom pants. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Now you know how I felt last night,” Billy fires back, nuzzling his nose into the fine hair at the nape of Dom’s slender neck.
A cry of distress pushes past Dom’s lips when Billy abruptly pulls away, once again taking a seat on Dom’s thighs. Bracing his hands on the mattress, Dom looks over his shoulder.
“Don’t move,” Billy instructs. “Put your head down and close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so,” Billy replies firmly. “You didn’t tell me what you were doing last night.”
Pursing his lips for a moment, Dom then acquiesces to his lover’s request and settles back down on the mattress, knowing that Billy is right.
“Close your eyes, Dommie.”
Wordlessly obeying, Dom listens closely, wondering what Billy has planned. Whatever it is, he hopes it involves Billy’s talented, pointy tongue.
A few moments later, Dom feels something thick, wet and sticky on his skin, slowly being dragged across the tanned expanse of his back with a small paint brush. Only then does Dom realize that Billy has discovered the rest of the contents in the brown paper bag that he’d left on the table last night. The sweet aroma drifts across Dom’s nose and he inhales deeply, exhaling slowly.
“Chocolate,” Dom sighs. “You found the syrup.”
“I did,” Billy agrees in a low, seductive rumble.
“What are you going to do to me?” Dom asks breathlessly, trying not to squirm when the paint brush slides over his ticklish ribs.
“I’m going to paint you up like a decadent dessert,” Billy explains, fingers of his free hand sliding along Dom’s side from chest to hip in a gentle caress. “And then I’m going to lick my plate clean.”
“Plate?” Dom repeats, confused and already drunk with lust.
“You.”
Feeling his cock grow even harder, Dom groans, rocking his hips against the mattress several times, desperate for friction. Clutching the pillow in tight fists, Dom writhes and undulates as Billy takes his time, painting a dark, intricate design on his skin from shoulders to hips. Ignoring Dom’s whimpers and pleas, Billy patiently completes his task before laying the small brush down and then slowly working his way up to Dom’s shoulders, lapping at every last inch of the painted flesh, lingering once again at Dom’s sexy back dimples.
By the time Billy’s small, perfect nose nuzzles into the mussed blonde hair at the nape of Dom’s neck, Dom is trembling violently, breath ragged as he bites down on his lower lip. Muscles in his biceps and forearms flexing, Dom is unable to speak, holding onto his control by a thread while Billy slowly tortures him with his tantalizing touch. Shaking with need, Dom tilts his head to one side as Billy nibbles on his earlobe.
“Dommie,” Billy whispers hoarsely, informing Dom that he’s being potently affected by their teasing game as well. “Turn over for me.”
Bracing his weight on his hands and lifting up a few inches, Billy watches as Dom quickly flips over onto his back, hands eagerly wrapping around Billy’s bare waist.
“C’mere,” Dom begs before lunging up and covering Billy’s chocolate sweetened mouth with his own.
Wishing he could work a leg free and wrap it around Billy’s hip, Dom moans wantonly into Billy’s mouth as their tongues tangle messily and hungrily. Tipping his head slightly to the left, Billy draws Dom’s reddened, pouty lower lip into his mouth and sucks it gently, making Dom gasp and pant as his body is overcome with a long shudder. When Dom’s body arches up beneath him, greedy for more of his touch, Billy smiles, and then withdraws. Whimpering in protest, Dom opens his mouth to demand that Billy keep touching him, only to have Billy lay a finger over his lips to keep him silent.
“Close your eyes, Dommie,” Billy requests, his deep green eyes dark with passion.
A long moment passes, their gazes locked, and then Dom finally obeys, letting Billy guide his hands back down to the mattress. Silently, Dom wonders what Billy is going to do next, and then Billy’s tongue laps wetly at one of his nipples. Groaning raggedly, Dom arches his back into a sensual bow, pressing his body into Billy’s, sighing when he’s rewarded with Billy’s mouth sucking a sensitive nub into his hot, sweet mouth. Without even realizing it, Dom’s long fingers find their way into Billy’s sleep tousled hair to keep them close, to keep Billy touching him and overwhelming him with exquisite pleasure. Bending his left knee, Dom draws it up the inside of Billy’s thigh until he’s nudging Billy’s rock hard and leaking arousal. Dom feels Billy gasp at the sensation and he grins in satisfaction.
Deciding its time to move onto the next part of his plan, Billy slides his mouth over to Dom’s neglected nipple while his fingers blindly find the small object he withdrew from the mini fridge. Bracing his free hand against Dom’s trembling body, elbow helping to support his weight, Billy takes a deep breath and then brings the new object into contact with Dom’s wet, rosy nipple.
Breath catching in his throat, Dom’s gasp is barely audible as he bucks and thrashes wildly underneath Billy, moaning profusely. As the ice cube is drawn over his hypersensitive flesh, over and over again in a circular pattern, Dom whines and whimpers, the hard arousal between his thighs almost painful now. Sensing Dom’s need, Billy’s free hand slides over Dom’s belly, fingers wrapping around the swollen flesh.
“It’s okay, Dommeh,” he murmurs, gently stroking as he soothes.
The tender touch of Billy’s hand on Dom’s cock is a welcome one, but it’s also torture, causing Dom to mewl and attempt to thrust up into Billy’s loose fist.
“No, Dommie. Not yet.”
“Billy, please,” Dom begs shamelessly.
“Soon.”
Realizing that Dom needs a rest from the stimulation, Billy withdraws the ice cube and set it back in the small dish resting on bed next to their entwined bodies.
“Do you want to stop?” Billy asks softly. “Is it too much, too soon?”
“No!” Dom cries out, breaking the rules and opening his eyes, the panic and distress clear. “Please don’t stop.”
Nodding, Billy drags his chilled fingers over Dom’s face, causing his eyes to drop closed before he sits back on Dom’s thighs once again.
“Deep breaths, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, slowly trailing his small fingers down Dom’s heaving chest, petting and soothing his young, passionate lover. “Just breathe.”
“Touch me, Bills,” Dom requests softly, smiling softly at Billy’s tender caresses on his bare skin. “Feels so good.”
Pads of his thumbs sliding over Dom’s rosy nipples, Billy’s moves his fingers lower, tracing the firm muscles of Dom’s flat abdomen, the result of Dom’s daily dedication to yoga.
“You’re so pretty, Dommie,” Billy whispers, ducking down and placing a kiss on Dom’s chest, directly over his heart. “I love looking at you. Love touching you.”
“I love your hands on me,” Dom replies quietly with a sigh. “Used to dream what it would be like.”
“Yeah?
Glancing at Dom’s face to ensure that his eyes are remaining closed, Billy picks up the paint brush and begins decorating Dom’s nipples with chocolate sauce, causing them to stiffen into rosy peaks. The vision of Dom, laid out before Billy, naked, aroused and vulnerable, causes Billy’s cock to throb with need. He wants Dom to touch him so much, like last night, bodies shuddering as orgasm washed over them, but he wants to give Dom pleasure first. He wants to show Dom how incredible he is, how special Billy thinks he is.
“Mmm-hmm,” Dom says with a sigh, back arching as Billy swirls the paintbrush in a wide circle over his belly, leaving a thick, chocolate trail in its wake. “I like that. Tickles a little, but in a good way.”
Listening to Dom’s breath catch when he finds a sensitive spot, and a whimper when he finds an erogenous spot, Billy makes mental notes to visit them again, several times, in the near future. Reaching over to his stash of supplies, Billy shakes an aerosol can for a few moments and then directs it at the pert tip of Dom’s right nipple. When the whipped cream makes contact with Dom’s aroused skin, he whimpers and jerks his hips up, his erection pressing urgently against Billy’s arse.
“Want your mouth,” Dom pants when he can speak.
“Soon,” Billy vows, moving the nozzle to Dom’s other nipple and repeating the action.
“Now,” Dom adds breathlessly as his hands tighten into fists, gripping handfuls of the rumpled bed sheet alongside Billy’s bare knees.
“I’m almost done, Dommie,” Billy soothes. “I promise.”
“So am I,” Dom retorts, causing Billy to chuckle.
Once both nipples are covered in the sweet and puffy cream, Billy focuses his attention lower. Watching Dom’s belly button for a few seconds, Billy suppresses the urge to lean down and lap at the tantalizing circle. Just a few more minutes and then he’ll be able to indulge all he wants. Before he can change his mind, Billy presses his finger against the nozzle and creates a small bed of whipped cream in Dom’s navel.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Dom asks in a tight, strangled voice. “I’m really starting to believe that.”
Grinning as he adds the final touch to the chocolate masterpiece covering his lover, Billy laughs lightly.
“Okay. Go ahead,” he says. “Take a look.”
Eyes snapping open, Dom looks down, admiring the intricate design Billy has created on his torso. There are delicate swirls of chocolate on his chest, melting whipped cream covering his nipples, the chocolate pattern continuing down to his narrow hips, the picture complete by the bright red, maraschino cherry nestled in the bed of puffy white cream at his navel. The heat of Dom’s aroused skin is causing the chocolate to melt, the sweet aroma washing over Dom in gentle waves.
“It’s pretty,” Dom remarks, impressed by the artistic design that Billy has created in such a short period of time.
“Pretty enough to eat,” Billy corrects, his eyes dark with passion as he braces himself over Dom, pressing a quick kiss to Dom’s nose.
“No, Billy,” Dom whimpers weakly. “I can’t.”
Lips closing over Dom’s right nipple, Billy hungrily sucks the peak into his mouth, tasting chocolate, cream and the tangy salt of Dom’s damp skin.
“Want me to stop?” Billy asks in a low, breathy voice after seductively lapping the nipple clean.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Dom fires back, threading his long fingers through Billy’s tousled hair and directing him over to his other nipple. “Feels so good, Bills.”
Smiling to himself, Billy acquiesces to his lover’s demands and teasingly laps at the flesh, sharp teeth gently nibbling. Letting Dom’s wanton moans of passion guide him, Billy moves down Dom’s lithe body in a slow, unhurried pace, licking and kissing every last inch until he finally reaches Dom’s beloved belly button. Hands cupping Dom’s bare hips firmly, Billy licks his rosy lips and then descends, pointy tongue thrusting hungrily into his lover’s navel, tasting the melting cream and syrupy cherry. Feeling Dom’s firm muscles contract, a loud cry of pleasure fills the quiet as Billy sucks at the small circle, tongue continuing to thrust and withdraw in a maddening and sensuous rhythm.
Teasing the cherry into his mouth, Billy quickly chews and swallows before gently nipping at the soft skin, low on Dom’s flat stomach, lapping tenderly at the red mark. When Dom mewls and desperately rocks his hips, Billy moves back to Dom’s belly button, sucking and licking harder then before. Immediately, Dom’s fingers tighten in Billy’s mussed hair, his body bucking and writhing wildly beneath Billy, almost sobbing with pleasure.
“Finish me, baby,” Dom begs desperately, moaning and panting for breath. “Need to come so bad.”
Humming softly in agreement, Billy swirls his talented tongue around the sensitive flesh, thumbs sweeping up and down over Dom’s sharp hipbones as Dom whimpers profusely.
One moment Billy is feasting on Dom’s belly button, then Dom’s hands are on his shoulders, pushing Billy off of him, breaking the contact between their aroused bodies. Barely a squeak of surprise has pushed past Billy’s swollen lips, and then his eyes are widening as Dom firmly manhandles him on the bed before all but diving between his thighs, parting them wide as Billy settles into Dom’s recently vacated position, flat on his back, head resting on a pillow. Gasping in shock, Billy can only watch, slack jawed, as Dom moistens his rosy lips and draws Billy’s hard, leaking cock deep into his sinful mouth.
“Dom,” Billy gasps hoarsely, small fingers gripping handfuls of tousled blonde hair as his young lover sinks down, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks hard. “Oh fuck! Dommie-”
This isn’t what Billy had planned, but now, sprawled on his back, Dom’s gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock, Billy can’t think, let alone attempt to get Dom to stop. Not that he would do that, even if he had the ability to think clearly. It’s the most amazing sensation Billy’s ever experienced, Dom on his knees, naked as the day he was born, long, elegant fingers stroking pale skin as his lips and warm, wet tongue caresses the swollen flesh.
Ignoring Billy’s breathless murmurs and barely coherent words, Dom slides his tongue along the underside of Billy’s cock, swirling over the sensitive, leaking head and placing several gentle, sucking kisses there before sinking back down. Overwhelmed by the suction and the rhythm of Dom’s mouth, the tightness of his throat, Billy can only writhe helplessly at the sensation.
As Dom’s tongue draws out the intense pleasure, bobbing and sucking, his fingernails scratching lightly at Billy’s thighs, Billy braces his heels on the mattress, struggling not to thrust up hard into Dom’s hot, sinful mouth. The heat and wet suction of his lips causes Billy to shake as he slips closer to the edge of bliss. He wants to hold back, hold on just a wee bit longer, because it feels so incredible, but Billy feels the wave rise up within him, and he knows that he is lost.
“Coming, Dommie,” Billy cries out in warning as his control shatters, and his hips thrust up into Dom’s hands, hot pulses of his glittering release flowing over Dom’s impossibly long tongue before being eagerly swallowed down.
Panting hard as he comes back to himself, Billy forces his eyes to focus and then looks down to meet Dom’s gaze. Eyes dark and wild, Dom’s lips are rosy, wet and swollen, his chest heaving.
“Dommie,” Billy whispers, hands gripping Dom’s shoulders. “C’mere, love.”
Scrambling unsteadily up Billy’s languid, sated body, Dom braces his weight on his hands next to Billy’s shoulders, knees pressing against Billy’s hips. The sensations rushing through him are so intense that Dom can’t control the violent shaking in his limbs. Recognizing the desperation in Dom’s gaze, Billy slides one hand across the nape of Dom’s damp neck to pull their mouths closer for a kiss, fingers of his other hand wrapping snugly around Dom’s throbbing and neglected erection.
A ragged and hoarse sob bubbles up from Dom’s throat when Billy’s soft hand begins to pump his cock in an erotic rhythm, thumb sliding deftly over the leaking head, smearing the salty fluid that has gathered there. Lost in his passion and the needs of his aroused body, Dom’s eyes lock with Billy’s as his hips thrust forward, desperate for release as the friction on his rock hard cock increases.
“That’s it, Dommie,” Billy encourages, trailing kisses along Dom’s jaw line. “Perfect. You’re so beautiful, love.”
The finesse that was there when his lips were wrapped around Billy’s arousal is now gone, Dom’s lithe body bucking and writhing as his spine bows, shoving his hips harder and faster into the tight clench of Billy’s hand. Lean, toned muscles bunch and shift beneath the surface as Dom moves erratically, sweat slicking his skin and dampening his hair, the pounding onslaught of impending orgasm nearly unbearable for him. It’s clear to Billy that Dom is no longer in control of his body, the mewling whimpers pouring from his swollen lips not making sense.
“You feel so good,” Billy croons, capturing Dom’s lips in fast, wet kisses. “Do you know how much I love to touch you?”
Hand sliding down from Dom’s neck to his slender hip, Billy silently wonders what he can do to help Dom to give him the release he so desperately wants. Burying his face in Billy’s damp neck, Dom is almost sobbing in ecstasy, hips slamming forward into Billy’s fist in an unsteady rhythm. The movement causes Billy’s hand to slip lower, and before Billy can stop himself he slides a finger between Dom’s cheeks to press against his tight, puckered entrance.
“Let go, Dommie,” Billy requests in a whisper, tongue tracing the shell of Dom’s ear. “Come for me. I’ve got you.”
Billy’s not prepared for the the ragged scream of his name that rips from Dom’s throat, and he can only hold on as Dom shudders violently, his glittering release coating Billy’s stomach in hot, slippery pulses. For a moment, Dom wobbles unsteadily over Billy, drawing in harsh gasps of air, chest heaving, and then without warning, Dom collapses, falling onto Billy heavily.
The air is pushed out of Billy’s lungs in a surprised whoosh, and he sucks in a new breath as his arms wrap around Dom’s slender body.
“You okay, Dommie?” Billy asks softly, drawing his fingers lightly up and down Dom’s sweaty back.
Aside from the warm breath flowing over Billy’s neck and the heart pounding against Billy’s furry chest, there is no reaction from the younger man.
“Dommie?” Billy repeats, a frown of concern furrowing his brow.
Moving his hand up to Dom’s hair, Billy carefully tilts Dom’s limp head back, gazing at his face.
Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, features completely relaxed, Billy finally realizes that Dom is unconscious, experiencing ‘le petit mort’, because of the intensity of his orgasm. Cradling the sleeping man to his chest, their legs tangled together, Billy pets Dom’s hair with one hand, strokes his lean back with the other and presses several tender, feathery kisses to Dom’s squashed up nose. Smiling to himself, Billy must admit to feeling a certain amount of pride, having helped Dom find such an incredible release, especially considering they only became a couple last night. So much for needing time to get comfortable with each other. If the sex gets much better than this . . .
Feeling a change in Dom’s steady, even breathing, Billy looks down and watches Dom’s eyes flutter open.
“Hey there.”
“What happened?” Dom asks through half-lidded eyes, his voice still slightly hoarse as he weakly pushes himself up onto his elbows. “Did I fall asleep?”
“No, I think I got you more worked up than I intended,” Billy explains gently, cupping Dom’s cheek and gazing into his eyes. “You came so hard you passed out. I didn’t mean to-”
“Don’t,” Dom interrupts firmly.
“Don’t what?”
Eyes smoldering with heat, Dom smiles. “Don’t apologize for giving me the best orgasm of my bloody life.”
“The best?” Billy asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Fuck, Bills. I couldn’t remember my own name, even if I could talk,” Dom says emphatically. “It was incredible. You were incredible.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” Billy replies, a blush coloring his cheeks. “I mean-”
“Are you okay?” Dom asks, lowering his head, smoothing Billy’s damp hair off his forehead and pressing a tender kiss to Billy’s cherubic lips.
“Yeah. I just-” Billy sucks in a ragged breath. “Fuck, Dommie. Your gorgeous mouth. On my-”
“Bills, you’re talking like you’ve never had someone touch you like that before,” Dom interjects quietly, laying his hands on Billy’s chest and stroking the ginger hair, enjoying the sensation against his fingertips.
“I’ve never had you touch me like that before,” Billy explains softly, ducking his head shyly. “Except in my fantasies.”
“Fantasies?”
“I love your mouth,” Billy sighs, fingertip tracing the rosy, pouty curve of Dom’s lower lip. “I love your hands and your tongue and, oh my Dommie, every last inch of you.”
“I like that,” Dom says, shivering as an intimate smile turns up the corners of his mouth. “I’m your Dommie. And you’re my Bills.”
Swollen lips meet and part in tender kisses, quickly increasing in intensity, and Billy moans weakly when he tastes himself on Dom’s lush tongue. Shifting beneath Dom, Billy works a leg between Dom’s firm thighs, a hand sliding over the smooth, warm expanse of Dom’s lean back while his other cards through Dom’s tousled blonde hair. Tongues tangling hungrily, Billy caresses the sensual curve of Dom’s arse, gently squeezing, kneading and stroking in a tantalizing, yet soothing rhythm. When a single finger presses between Dom’s cheeks to tease lightly at his entrance again, Dom gasps at the sensation loudly and bucks wantonly, his arousal pressed firmly against Billy’s stomach.
“Are you okay, or is this too fast?” Billy asks softly, eyes suddenly filled with uncertainty. They’d only kissed for the first time last night. This has all happened pretty quickly, and he’s not sure they’re ready for ’Billy’s cock buried in Dom’s lush, tight, perfect arse, making him writhe and moan and beg Billy to come inside him,’ just yet. “Dommie?”
“Don’t stop,” is Dom’s gasping reply, long fingers clutching desperately at Billy’s strong shoulders. “Feels good. So fucking good. Better than I ever dreamed it would be.”
“Yeah?”
“Need you to touch me, Bills,” Dom whimpers, limbs shaking uncontrollably. “Never stop. Please.”
“Like this?” Billy murmurs seductively, slipping his hand between their damp bodies, wrapping his fingers around Dom’s slowly renewing hardness, stroking his length and thumb sweeping over the sensitive tip.
Helpless to even try to hold back the sounds of pleasure when his control has already shattered into hundreds of pieces, Dom rocks his hips, thrusting into Billy’s fist.
Billy is tenderly trailing kisses along Dom’s jaw line, intending on drawing Dom’s lower lip into his mouth for a long, slow suck when the intimate mood is shattered by the sound of the phone ringing. The interruption is followed immediately by Dom cursing profusely in German, head falling forward to press against Billy’s shoulder.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs gently, releasing his hold on Dom’s erection and petting his lower back with both hands. “You have to answer it.”
“I know,” Dom replies, his voice muffled. “Even though I don’t want to.”
Sighing, Dom pushes himself up onto his elbows again and presses a quick kiss to Billy’s lips before reaching over to the nightstand to silence the offensive sound.
“Hello?” Dom says, distracted by the sensation of Billy’s small hands sliding over his bare skin, tenderly stroking in endless caresses.
“Dom. Dude. Are you hungry? I’m dying for some coffee,” Elijah says, rambling on in a rush. “Hey, I called Billy’s room a minute ago but there’s no answer. Have you seen him? How’s his headache?”
“Have I seen Billy?” Dom repeats, arching an eyebrow at the naked Scotsman sprawled beneath him. At Billy’s smile, Dom nods and replies, “Yeah, I wanted to keep an eye on him so he slept here last night.”
“That’s not all I did,” Billy whispers hotly in Dom’s ear before nibbling and licking his way down the smooth column of Dom’s neck.
“Is he better?”
“Yeah, he’s great,” Dom says, a touch breathless as Billy’s tongue laps delicately at the hollow of his throat. “He’s perfect.”
“So he’s up?” Elijah inquires.
Bracing his weight on one elbow, Dom slides a hand down Billy’s furry chest , pausing to tease a sensitive nipple into a stiff, rosy peak. Grinning at Elijah’s question, Dom suppresses the urge to laugh.
“Billy? Well, he was up a little while ago,” Dom says, hips rolling against Billy’s in a lazy rhythm, causing Billy’s deep green eyes to widen as he bites down on his lower lip. “But now he’s laying down again. Resting.”
“Oh. Do you think he’ll want to eat?”
“I’m not sure he’s very hungry right now,” Dom replies mildly. “Maybe later.”
“Do you want me to wait for you?” Elijah asks.
“No, I don’t want to leave Billy. You go ahead. Take Orli with you,” Dom suggests. “We’ll catch up with you later, yeah?”
“Okay. Bye,” Elijah agrees. “Oh, and tell Billy I hope he feels better.”
Hanging up the phone, Dom sighs as he sinks back down into Billy’s embrace.
“Now where were we?” he whispers to Billy as their lips come together in a warm, sweet kiss.
“Right here,” Billy replies breathlessly, fingers lacing through Dom’s tousled hair as he draws Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth.
It’s long moments later when Dom breaks the slow, lazy kiss, lips trailing down Billy’s chest, finally stopping when he reaches Billy’s slightly poochy stomach.
“What are you doing, Dommie?” Billy asks, eyes half lidded, comfortably languid from their lovemaking. “Come back up here. I want to kiss your pretty mouth.”
Pursing his lips as though in thought, Dom pets Billy’s warm skin several times, and then quickly dips his head, blowing a raspberry on Billy’s belly, just below his navel.
Squirming and laughing, Billy pulls Dom back up his body, firmly wrapping his arms around Dom’s slender waist to keep him in place.
“Why did you do that?” Billy demands playfully, shivering at the sensation of Dom’s lips on his stomach.
“That’s for torturing me with that ice cube,” Dom retorts unapologetically.
“Torture? I don’t think so, besides, you started it,” Billy protests. “Dessert last night. The fruit. The licking. The kissing. I was just following your lead.”
“Hrm. You may have a point there,” Dom concedes.
“May?” Billy repeats in disbelief. “May? After practically licking me into coming?”
Giving in, Dom presses his lips to Billy’s as he rolls them into their sides and then lets his head fall back, offering his throat.
Stroking the sensitive area gently, Billy trails kisses along Dom’s stubbly jaw line, across his cheek until their lips are meeting again. When they finally part, Billy opens his eyes, only to find Dom staring at him, head wobbly, eyes almost glassy from the immense pleasure.
“What?” Billy asks breathlessly, looking into Dom’s sparkling, impish blue-grey eyes.
Dom can’t hold back a grin. “I was just thinking that it was really nice of you to come for breakfast.”
It takes a moment for the words to sink in, and then Billy bursts out laughing.
“Dommie-”
“Speaking of, I’m fucking starving.”
“Me, too,” Billy admits, brow furrowing. “Do you want to run downstairs and meet Lij?” he asks, disappointed at the mere idea of their private time ending.
“Nope,” Dom replies. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Rolling Billy back onto his back and straddling his body, Dom lays a hand on Billy’s chest, petting the soft, ginger hair as he reaches over to the nightstand.
“Dommie?”
Picking up the phone for the second time in just a few minutes, Dom presses a single number and then holds the receiver to his ear. Curious, Billy watches him with an arched eyebrow, hands resting on Dom’s hips, not even aware that his thumbs are slowly sweeping up and down the smooth skin.
“Yeah, hi. Room service?” Dom says, giving Billy a saucy wink as he shakes with silent laughter.
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Placing the tray of dirty dishes on the floor in the hallway, Billy hangs the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the handle before closing the door and flipping the lock. Tightening the belt on his hotel issued robe, Billy turns around and quietly observes Dom sprawled naked on the bed, gazing at the faint smears of chocolate on his stomach.
“What?” Billy asks as he sits down and stretches out on the rumpled sheets next to Dom.
“I’m sticky.”
“Well, I can take care of that,” Billy teases, dipping his head and opening his mouth wider as he licks his lips in anticipation.
“Oh no you don’t,” Dom laughs, squirming off the bed and out of reach. “I was thinking that a shower would be more appropriate.”
“Hrm. Okay.”
Reclining back on the pillow, Billy laces his fingers together over his stomach and tries not to look disappointed as Dom strolls across the room towards the loo. Silently, Billy reminds himself that they have to get cleaned up and leave Dom’s hotel room eventually. It’s not like they can stay in this room forever and just shag. Someone will notice if two hobbits are never seen again.
“Bills?”
Pulled from his thoughts, Billy blinks and then focuses on Dom’s face.
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?” Dom asks, an enigmatic smile teasing at his lips as his head tilts slightly to one side.
“Huh?”
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Dom requests softly, ducking his head and gazing at Billy through a fringe of long, dark eyelashes. “Wash my back? My chest? My belly?”
“Yeah?” Billy replies, unable to stop from smiling widely as he slides off the bed, fingers tugging at the belt of his robe.
When the material falls to the floor, revealing Billy’s bare skin, Dom inhales sharply, his blue-grey eyes darkening with passion.
“Yeah,” Dom says hoarsely, arm outstretched, hungry and desperate for Billy’s hands on his body again. Swallowing hard to regain his composure, Dom smiles as Billy closes the distance between them, sliding his arms around his waist and drawing their bodies close.
“What?” Billy asks, kissing the corners of Dom’s mouth and then the tip of his nose as they make their way into the loo. “What are you up to, Dommie?”
“I was just thinking,” Dom replies impishly. “We’re hobbits.”
“We are,” Billy agrees as Dom reaches over and twists on the taps inside the shower. “And?”
“I think it might be time for second breakfast,” Dom informs him, tugging Billy under the warm, soothing spray and closing the curtain. “What do you think?”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Billy murmurs before their lips meet in a hot, passionate kiss.
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4-Beyond Second Breakfast
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, definitely.
Summary: It’s morning. Time for breakfast, and a bit of naughty payback.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta,
frojane, for insisting that I write it.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: The third
kerryfromcali who was willing to wait another year for another update. Well, to my relief, it didn’t take that long. Enjoy! Previous Parts: 1-Hungry | 2-Dessert
Drawing a deep breath into his lungs, Billy’s eyelids flutter as he is slowly pulled from the comforting arms of sleep. Recalling all the pleasant, erotic dreams he experienced during the night, Billy smiles before rolling his head to one side to stretch. When his head rolls to the other side, Billy’s lips brush across Dom’s silky hair. It’s then that Billy realizes that his arms are wrapped around a very naked, sleeping man.
Opening his eyes, Billy scans the dimly lit hotel room briefly, then focuses his attention on the bare skin of his young lover, and the way Dom’s languid body is draped possessively over his. While one hand rests against the nape of Dom’s neck, small fingers carding through the tousled blonde strands of hair, Billy’s other hand is splayed across Dom’s warm back, keeping their bodies close. Billy can feel one of Dom’s long legs entwined with his, and the unmistakable press of Dom’s morning erection hardening against his thigh.
Long, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, Dom sighs softly and nuzzles into the curve of Billy’s shoulder, the tip of his tongue daring out to moisten the perfect, inviting pucker of his lips. Cheeks flushed with sleep, Dom looks almost angelic, even younger than usual, his chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths as he slides deeper into pleasant dreams.
Letting his sleepy green eyes slide down Dom’s lithe body, exposed when the coverlet slipped down sometime during the night, Billy’s gaze lingers at Dom’s lower back, and the tantalizing back dimples that had tortured him for all those months. Yesterday, Billy thought he was doomed to be nothing more than best mates with Dom, and this morning, they’re waking up wrapped in each others arms, naked as the day they were born. Last night was nothing short of incredible, and Billy can hardly wait to see what today will bring.
Remembering the leftovers that they’d tucked into the mini fridge before succumbing to post-orgasm exhaustion, Billy smiles wickedly as an idea begins to form. After the teasing and incredibly erotic game that Dom played last night, some pay back is called for, especially since Billy got a good look at what they didn’t get around to using. Oh yes, Billy knows exactly how to repay Dom for their very memorable first night together, and for the fact that he’ll never be able to look at fruit the same way again. Ever.
Moving very slowly, Billy carefully works himself out from under Dom, easing his sleeping form down to the pillow and mattress. Pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s forehead, Billy slides out of bed, taking a moment to draw the coverlet up to Dom’s shoulders to keep him warm, and then moves silently across the room to the brown paper grocery bag sitting on the table. Periodically glancing over at the bed to ensure that Dom is still sleeping, Billy gathers all the items he needs from the table and fridge, breaks all necessary seals, and then walks back over to the bed.
With one hand, Billy slowly draws the thick coverlet down until the sweet curve of Dom’s bare arse and firm upper thighs comes into view. Smiling lustily at the intoxicating view of his gorgeous lover sprawled on his belly, utterly and completely vulnerable, Billy exhales a soft sigh. It seems like such a shame to wake Dom, but Billy can’t wait one more minute to touch and explore his beautiful skin. They have so much time to make up for, when they didn’t know how the other felt.
Unloading his armful of items onto the coverlet in the middle of the bed, Billy slowly straddles Dom’s slender body, taking care not to disturb the sleeping man as he gingerly rests his arse on Dom’s thighs. When Billy rises up on his knees and leans forward, his rapidly stiffening erection presses against the crease between Dom’s cheeks, causing Billy to stifle a ragged groan at the sensation. Bracing himself on his hands on either side of Dom’s bare shoulders, Billy dips his head and gently nuzzles his small nose into the nape of Dom’s neck, inhaling deeply and drawing the sweet aroma clinging to Dom’s silky hair into his lungs.
Kissing and nibbling the smooth skin, Billy feels Dom slowly awaken, his breath catching and then his body shifting a little before opening his eyes.
“G’morning, Bills” he murmurs sleepily, lifting his chin and tilting his head to one side to give Billy more room to work. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah. I had a nice warm blanket,” Billy replies, chuckling lightly. “A naked one.”
Sinking down, Billy settles his body over Dom’s, supporting most of his weight on his elbows and knees. Hearing Dom moan softly with pleasure beneath him at the way their bodies fit together, Billy smiles and begins placing hot, wet kisses to the back of Dom’s slender neck as his hips rock against the curve of Dom’s arse.
“What are doing to me?” Dom whimpers, arching his nude body off the mattress to press more firmly against Billy’s arousal, craving his intimate touch.
“Just a small taste of what you did to me last night, my Dommeh,” Billy murmurs seductively before pressing his soft, cherubic lips into the shallow groove of Dom’s spine.
Listening to Dom mewl and purr at the sensation, Billy lazily works his way down Dom’s bare back, sliding his tongue over Dom’s shoulder blades and gently nipping there. When Dom begs, Billy finally moves down to the small of Dom’s back and the seductive dimples just above the curve of his arse. Tenderly stroking Dom’s skin with his fingertips, Billy traces the indentations with his tongue and then kisses them, belly fluttering as Dom’s body vibrates with need. Trailing a line of kisses up the center of Dom’s back, Billy braces his weight with one hand while his free hand pets Dom’s arse, squeezing and stroking, causing Dom to whimper profusely.
“Fuck,” Dom pants. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Now you know how I felt last night,” Billy fires back, nuzzling his nose into the fine hair at the nape of Dom’s slender neck.
A cry of distress pushes past Dom’s lips when Billy abruptly pulls away, once again taking a seat on Dom’s thighs. Bracing his hands on the mattress, Dom looks over his shoulder.
“Don’t move,” Billy instructs. “Put your head down and close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so,” Billy replies firmly. “You didn’t tell me what you were doing last night.”
Pursing his lips for a moment, Dom then acquiesces to his lover’s request and settles back down on the mattress, knowing that Billy is right.
“Close your eyes, Dommie.”
Wordlessly obeying, Dom listens closely, wondering what Billy has planned. Whatever it is, he hopes it involves Billy’s talented, pointy tongue.
A few moments later, Dom feels something thick, wet and sticky on his skin, slowly being dragged across the tanned expanse of his back with a small paint brush. Only then does Dom realize that Billy has discovered the rest of the contents in the brown paper bag that he’d left on the table last night. The sweet aroma drifts across Dom’s nose and he inhales deeply, exhaling slowly.
“Chocolate,” Dom sighs. “You found the syrup.”
“I did,” Billy agrees in a low, seductive rumble.
“What are you going to do to me?” Dom asks breathlessly, trying not to squirm when the paint brush slides over his ticklish ribs.
“I’m going to paint you up like a decadent dessert,” Billy explains, fingers of his free hand sliding along Dom’s side from chest to hip in a gentle caress. “And then I’m going to lick my plate clean.”
“Plate?” Dom repeats, confused and already drunk with lust.
“You.”
Feeling his cock grow even harder, Dom groans, rocking his hips against the mattress several times, desperate for friction. Clutching the pillow in tight fists, Dom writhes and undulates as Billy takes his time, painting a dark, intricate design on his skin from shoulders to hips. Ignoring Dom’s whimpers and pleas, Billy patiently completes his task before laying the small brush down and then slowly working his way up to Dom’s shoulders, lapping at every last inch of the painted flesh, lingering once again at Dom’s sexy back dimples.
By the time Billy’s small, perfect nose nuzzles into the mussed blonde hair at the nape of Dom’s neck, Dom is trembling violently, breath ragged as he bites down on his lower lip. Muscles in his biceps and forearms flexing, Dom is unable to speak, holding onto his control by a thread while Billy slowly tortures him with his tantalizing touch. Shaking with need, Dom tilts his head to one side as Billy nibbles on his earlobe.
“Dommie,” Billy whispers hoarsely, informing Dom that he’s being potently affected by their teasing game as well. “Turn over for me.”
Bracing his weight on his hands and lifting up a few inches, Billy watches as Dom quickly flips over onto his back, hands eagerly wrapping around Billy’s bare waist.
“C’mere,” Dom begs before lunging up and covering Billy’s chocolate sweetened mouth with his own.
Wishing he could work a leg free and wrap it around Billy’s hip, Dom moans wantonly into Billy’s mouth as their tongues tangle messily and hungrily. Tipping his head slightly to the left, Billy draws Dom’s reddened, pouty lower lip into his mouth and sucks it gently, making Dom gasp and pant as his body is overcome with a long shudder. When Dom’s body arches up beneath him, greedy for more of his touch, Billy smiles, and then withdraws. Whimpering in protest, Dom opens his mouth to demand that Billy keep touching him, only to have Billy lay a finger over his lips to keep him silent.
“Close your eyes, Dommie,” Billy requests, his deep green eyes dark with passion.
A long moment passes, their gazes locked, and then Dom finally obeys, letting Billy guide his hands back down to the mattress. Silently, Dom wonders what Billy is going to do next, and then Billy’s tongue laps wetly at one of his nipples. Groaning raggedly, Dom arches his back into a sensual bow, pressing his body into Billy’s, sighing when he’s rewarded with Billy’s mouth sucking a sensitive nub into his hot, sweet mouth. Without even realizing it, Dom’s long fingers find their way into Billy’s sleep tousled hair to keep them close, to keep Billy touching him and overwhelming him with exquisite pleasure. Bending his left knee, Dom draws it up the inside of Billy’s thigh until he’s nudging Billy’s rock hard and leaking arousal. Dom feels Billy gasp at the sensation and he grins in satisfaction.
Deciding its time to move onto the next part of his plan, Billy slides his mouth over to Dom’s neglected nipple while his fingers blindly find the small object he withdrew from the mini fridge. Bracing his free hand against Dom’s trembling body, elbow helping to support his weight, Billy takes a deep breath and then brings the new object into contact with Dom’s wet, rosy nipple.
Breath catching in his throat, Dom’s gasp is barely audible as he bucks and thrashes wildly underneath Billy, moaning profusely. As the ice cube is drawn over his hypersensitive flesh, over and over again in a circular pattern, Dom whines and whimpers, the hard arousal between his thighs almost painful now. Sensing Dom’s need, Billy’s free hand slides over Dom’s belly, fingers wrapping around the swollen flesh.
“It’s okay, Dommeh,” he murmurs, gently stroking as he soothes.
The tender touch of Billy’s hand on Dom’s cock is a welcome one, but it’s also torture, causing Dom to mewl and attempt to thrust up into Billy’s loose fist.
“No, Dommie. Not yet.”
“Billy, please,” Dom begs shamelessly.
“Soon.”
Realizing that Dom needs a rest from the stimulation, Billy withdraws the ice cube and set it back in the small dish resting on bed next to their entwined bodies.
“Do you want to stop?” Billy asks softly. “Is it too much, too soon?”
“No!” Dom cries out, breaking the rules and opening his eyes, the panic and distress clear. “Please don’t stop.”
Nodding, Billy drags his chilled fingers over Dom’s face, causing his eyes to drop closed before he sits back on Dom’s thighs once again.
“Deep breaths, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, slowly trailing his small fingers down Dom’s heaving chest, petting and soothing his young, passionate lover. “Just breathe.”
“Touch me, Bills,” Dom requests softly, smiling softly at Billy’s tender caresses on his bare skin. “Feels so good.”
Pads of his thumbs sliding over Dom’s rosy nipples, Billy’s moves his fingers lower, tracing the firm muscles of Dom’s flat abdomen, the result of Dom’s daily dedication to yoga.
“You’re so pretty, Dommie,” Billy whispers, ducking down and placing a kiss on Dom’s chest, directly over his heart. “I love looking at you. Love touching you.”
“I love your hands on me,” Dom replies quietly with a sigh. “Used to dream what it would be like.”
“Yeah?
Glancing at Dom’s face to ensure that his eyes are remaining closed, Billy picks up the paint brush and begins decorating Dom’s nipples with chocolate sauce, causing them to stiffen into rosy peaks. The vision of Dom, laid out before Billy, naked, aroused and vulnerable, causes Billy’s cock to throb with need. He wants Dom to touch him so much, like last night, bodies shuddering as orgasm washed over them, but he wants to give Dom pleasure first. He wants to show Dom how incredible he is, how special Billy thinks he is.
“Mmm-hmm,” Dom says with a sigh, back arching as Billy swirls the paintbrush in a wide circle over his belly, leaving a thick, chocolate trail in its wake. “I like that. Tickles a little, but in a good way.”
Listening to Dom’s breath catch when he finds a sensitive spot, and a whimper when he finds an erogenous spot, Billy makes mental notes to visit them again, several times, in the near future. Reaching over to his stash of supplies, Billy shakes an aerosol can for a few moments and then directs it at the pert tip of Dom’s right nipple. When the whipped cream makes contact with Dom’s aroused skin, he whimpers and jerks his hips up, his erection pressing urgently against Billy’s arse.
“Want your mouth,” Dom pants when he can speak.
“Soon,” Billy vows, moving the nozzle to Dom’s other nipple and repeating the action.
“Now,” Dom adds breathlessly as his hands tighten into fists, gripping handfuls of the rumpled bed sheet alongside Billy’s bare knees.
“I’m almost done, Dommie,” Billy soothes. “I promise.”
“So am I,” Dom retorts, causing Billy to chuckle.
Once both nipples are covered in the sweet and puffy cream, Billy focuses his attention lower. Watching Dom’s belly button for a few seconds, Billy suppresses the urge to lean down and lap at the tantalizing circle. Just a few more minutes and then he’ll be able to indulge all he wants. Before he can change his mind, Billy presses his finger against the nozzle and creates a small bed of whipped cream in Dom’s navel.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Dom asks in a tight, strangled voice. “I’m really starting to believe that.”
Grinning as he adds the final touch to the chocolate masterpiece covering his lover, Billy laughs lightly.
“Okay. Go ahead,” he says. “Take a look.”
Eyes snapping open, Dom looks down, admiring the intricate design Billy has created on his torso. There are delicate swirls of chocolate on his chest, melting whipped cream covering his nipples, the chocolate pattern continuing down to his narrow hips, the picture complete by the bright red, maraschino cherry nestled in the bed of puffy white cream at his navel. The heat of Dom’s aroused skin is causing the chocolate to melt, the sweet aroma washing over Dom in gentle waves.
“It’s pretty,” Dom remarks, impressed by the artistic design that Billy has created in such a short period of time.
“Pretty enough to eat,” Billy corrects, his eyes dark with passion as he braces himself over Dom, pressing a quick kiss to Dom’s nose.
“No, Billy,” Dom whimpers weakly. “I can’t.”
Lips closing over Dom’s right nipple, Billy hungrily sucks the peak into his mouth, tasting chocolate, cream and the tangy salt of Dom’s damp skin.
“Want me to stop?” Billy asks in a low, breathy voice after seductively lapping the nipple clean.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Dom fires back, threading his long fingers through Billy’s tousled hair and directing him over to his other nipple. “Feels so good, Bills.”
Smiling to himself, Billy acquiesces to his lover’s demands and teasingly laps at the flesh, sharp teeth gently nibbling. Letting Dom’s wanton moans of passion guide him, Billy moves down Dom’s lithe body in a slow, unhurried pace, licking and kissing every last inch until he finally reaches Dom’s beloved belly button. Hands cupping Dom’s bare hips firmly, Billy licks his rosy lips and then descends, pointy tongue thrusting hungrily into his lover’s navel, tasting the melting cream and syrupy cherry. Feeling Dom’s firm muscles contract, a loud cry of pleasure fills the quiet as Billy sucks at the small circle, tongue continuing to thrust and withdraw in a maddening and sensuous rhythm.
Teasing the cherry into his mouth, Billy quickly chews and swallows before gently nipping at the soft skin, low on Dom’s flat stomach, lapping tenderly at the red mark. When Dom mewls and desperately rocks his hips, Billy moves back to Dom’s belly button, sucking and licking harder then before. Immediately, Dom’s fingers tighten in Billy’s mussed hair, his body bucking and writhing wildly beneath Billy, almost sobbing with pleasure.
“Finish me, baby,” Dom begs desperately, moaning and panting for breath. “Need to come so bad.”
Humming softly in agreement, Billy swirls his talented tongue around the sensitive flesh, thumbs sweeping up and down over Dom’s sharp hipbones as Dom whimpers profusely.
One moment Billy is feasting on Dom’s belly button, then Dom’s hands are on his shoulders, pushing Billy off of him, breaking the contact between their aroused bodies. Barely a squeak of surprise has pushed past Billy’s swollen lips, and then his eyes are widening as Dom firmly manhandles him on the bed before all but diving between his thighs, parting them wide as Billy settles into Dom’s recently vacated position, flat on his back, head resting on a pillow. Gasping in shock, Billy can only watch, slack jawed, as Dom moistens his rosy lips and draws Billy’s hard, leaking cock deep into his sinful mouth.
“Dom,” Billy gasps hoarsely, small fingers gripping handfuls of tousled blonde hair as his young lover sinks down, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks hard. “Oh fuck! Dommie-”
This isn’t what Billy had planned, but now, sprawled on his back, Dom’s gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock, Billy can’t think, let alone attempt to get Dom to stop. Not that he would do that, even if he had the ability to think clearly. It’s the most amazing sensation Billy’s ever experienced, Dom on his knees, naked as the day he was born, long, elegant fingers stroking pale skin as his lips and warm, wet tongue caresses the swollen flesh.
Ignoring Billy’s breathless murmurs and barely coherent words, Dom slides his tongue along the underside of Billy’s cock, swirling over the sensitive, leaking head and placing several gentle, sucking kisses there before sinking back down. Overwhelmed by the suction and the rhythm of Dom’s mouth, the tightness of his throat, Billy can only writhe helplessly at the sensation.
As Dom’s tongue draws out the intense pleasure, bobbing and sucking, his fingernails scratching lightly at Billy’s thighs, Billy braces his heels on the mattress, struggling not to thrust up hard into Dom’s hot, sinful mouth. The heat and wet suction of his lips causes Billy to shake as he slips closer to the edge of bliss. He wants to hold back, hold on just a wee bit longer, because it feels so incredible, but Billy feels the wave rise up within him, and he knows that he is lost.
“Coming, Dommie,” Billy cries out in warning as his control shatters, and his hips thrust up into Dom’s hands, hot pulses of his glittering release flowing over Dom’s impossibly long tongue before being eagerly swallowed down.
Panting hard as he comes back to himself, Billy forces his eyes to focus and then looks down to meet Dom’s gaze. Eyes dark and wild, Dom’s lips are rosy, wet and swollen, his chest heaving.
“Dommie,” Billy whispers, hands gripping Dom’s shoulders. “C’mere, love.”
Scrambling unsteadily up Billy’s languid, sated body, Dom braces his weight on his hands next to Billy’s shoulders, knees pressing against Billy’s hips. The sensations rushing through him are so intense that Dom can’t control the violent shaking in his limbs. Recognizing the desperation in Dom’s gaze, Billy slides one hand across the nape of Dom’s damp neck to pull their mouths closer for a kiss, fingers of his other hand wrapping snugly around Dom’s throbbing and neglected erection.
A ragged and hoarse sob bubbles up from Dom’s throat when Billy’s soft hand begins to pump his cock in an erotic rhythm, thumb sliding deftly over the leaking head, smearing the salty fluid that has gathered there. Lost in his passion and the needs of his aroused body, Dom’s eyes lock with Billy’s as his hips thrust forward, desperate for release as the friction on his rock hard cock increases.
“That’s it, Dommie,” Billy encourages, trailing kisses along Dom’s jaw line. “Perfect. You’re so beautiful, love.”
The finesse that was there when his lips were wrapped around Billy’s arousal is now gone, Dom’s lithe body bucking and writhing as his spine bows, shoving his hips harder and faster into the tight clench of Billy’s hand. Lean, toned muscles bunch and shift beneath the surface as Dom moves erratically, sweat slicking his skin and dampening his hair, the pounding onslaught of impending orgasm nearly unbearable for him. It’s clear to Billy that Dom is no longer in control of his body, the mewling whimpers pouring from his swollen lips not making sense.
“You feel so good,” Billy croons, capturing Dom’s lips in fast, wet kisses. “Do you know how much I love to touch you?”
Hand sliding down from Dom’s neck to his slender hip, Billy silently wonders what he can do to help Dom to give him the release he so desperately wants. Burying his face in Billy’s damp neck, Dom is almost sobbing in ecstasy, hips slamming forward into Billy’s fist in an unsteady rhythm. The movement causes Billy’s hand to slip lower, and before Billy can stop himself he slides a finger between Dom’s cheeks to press against his tight, puckered entrance.
“Let go, Dommie,” Billy requests in a whisper, tongue tracing the shell of Dom’s ear. “Come for me. I’ve got you.”
Billy’s not prepared for the the ragged scream of his name that rips from Dom’s throat, and he can only hold on as Dom shudders violently, his glittering release coating Billy’s stomach in hot, slippery pulses. For a moment, Dom wobbles unsteadily over Billy, drawing in harsh gasps of air, chest heaving, and then without warning, Dom collapses, falling onto Billy heavily.
The air is pushed out of Billy’s lungs in a surprised whoosh, and he sucks in a new breath as his arms wrap around Dom’s slender body.
“You okay, Dommie?” Billy asks softly, drawing his fingers lightly up and down Dom’s sweaty back.
Aside from the warm breath flowing over Billy’s neck and the heart pounding against Billy’s furry chest, there is no reaction from the younger man.
“Dommie?” Billy repeats, a frown of concern furrowing his brow.
Moving his hand up to Dom’s hair, Billy carefully tilts Dom’s limp head back, gazing at his face.
Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, features completely relaxed, Billy finally realizes that Dom is unconscious, experiencing ‘le petit mort’, because of the intensity of his orgasm. Cradling the sleeping man to his chest, their legs tangled together, Billy pets Dom’s hair with one hand, strokes his lean back with the other and presses several tender, feathery kisses to Dom’s squashed up nose. Smiling to himself, Billy must admit to feeling a certain amount of pride, having helped Dom find such an incredible release, especially considering they only became a couple last night. So much for needing time to get comfortable with each other. If the sex gets much better than this . . .
Feeling a change in Dom’s steady, even breathing, Billy looks down and watches Dom’s eyes flutter open.
“Hey there.”
“What happened?” Dom asks through half-lidded eyes, his voice still slightly hoarse as he weakly pushes himself up onto his elbows. “Did I fall asleep?”
“No, I think I got you more worked up than I intended,” Billy explains gently, cupping Dom’s cheek and gazing into his eyes. “You came so hard you passed out. I didn’t mean to-”
“Don’t,” Dom interrupts firmly.
“Don’t what?”
Eyes smoldering with heat, Dom smiles. “Don’t apologize for giving me the best orgasm of my bloody life.”
“The best?” Billy asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Fuck, Bills. I couldn’t remember my own name, even if I could talk,” Dom says emphatically. “It was incredible. You were incredible.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” Billy replies, a blush coloring his cheeks. “I mean-”
“Are you okay?” Dom asks, lowering his head, smoothing Billy’s damp hair off his forehead and pressing a tender kiss to Billy’s cherubic lips.
“Yeah. I just-” Billy sucks in a ragged breath. “Fuck, Dommie. Your gorgeous mouth. On my-”
“Bills, you’re talking like you’ve never had someone touch you like that before,” Dom interjects quietly, laying his hands on Billy’s chest and stroking the ginger hair, enjoying the sensation against his fingertips.
“I’ve never had you touch me like that before,” Billy explains softly, ducking his head shyly. “Except in my fantasies.”
“Fantasies?”
“I love your mouth,” Billy sighs, fingertip tracing the rosy, pouty curve of Dom’s lower lip. “I love your hands and your tongue and, oh my Dommie, every last inch of you.”
“I like that,” Dom says, shivering as an intimate smile turns up the corners of his mouth. “I’m your Dommie. And you’re my Bills.”
Swollen lips meet and part in tender kisses, quickly increasing in intensity, and Billy moans weakly when he tastes himself on Dom’s lush tongue. Shifting beneath Dom, Billy works a leg between Dom’s firm thighs, a hand sliding over the smooth, warm expanse of Dom’s lean back while his other cards through Dom’s tousled blonde hair. Tongues tangling hungrily, Billy caresses the sensual curve of Dom’s arse, gently squeezing, kneading and stroking in a tantalizing, yet soothing rhythm. When a single finger presses between Dom’s cheeks to tease lightly at his entrance again, Dom gasps at the sensation loudly and bucks wantonly, his arousal pressed firmly against Billy’s stomach.
“Are you okay, or is this too fast?” Billy asks softly, eyes suddenly filled with uncertainty. They’d only kissed for the first time last night. This has all happened pretty quickly, and he’s not sure they’re ready for ’Billy’s cock buried in Dom’s lush, tight, perfect arse, making him writhe and moan and beg Billy to come inside him,’ just yet. “Dommie?”
“Don’t stop,” is Dom’s gasping reply, long fingers clutching desperately at Billy’s strong shoulders. “Feels good. So fucking good. Better than I ever dreamed it would be.”
“Yeah?”
“Need you to touch me, Bills,” Dom whimpers, limbs shaking uncontrollably. “Never stop. Please.”
“Like this?” Billy murmurs seductively, slipping his hand between their damp bodies, wrapping his fingers around Dom’s slowly renewing hardness, stroking his length and thumb sweeping over the sensitive tip.
Helpless to even try to hold back the sounds of pleasure when his control has already shattered into hundreds of pieces, Dom rocks his hips, thrusting into Billy’s fist.
Billy is tenderly trailing kisses along Dom’s jaw line, intending on drawing Dom’s lower lip into his mouth for a long, slow suck when the intimate mood is shattered by the sound of the phone ringing. The interruption is followed immediately by Dom cursing profusely in German, head falling forward to press against Billy’s shoulder.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs gently, releasing his hold on Dom’s erection and petting his lower back with both hands. “You have to answer it.”
“I know,” Dom replies, his voice muffled. “Even though I don’t want to.”
Sighing, Dom pushes himself up onto his elbows again and presses a quick kiss to Billy’s lips before reaching over to the nightstand to silence the offensive sound.
“Hello?” Dom says, distracted by the sensation of Billy’s small hands sliding over his bare skin, tenderly stroking in endless caresses.
“Dom. Dude. Are you hungry? I’m dying for some coffee,” Elijah says, rambling on in a rush. “Hey, I called Billy’s room a minute ago but there’s no answer. Have you seen him? How’s his headache?”
“Have I seen Billy?” Dom repeats, arching an eyebrow at the naked Scotsman sprawled beneath him. At Billy’s smile, Dom nods and replies, “Yeah, I wanted to keep an eye on him so he slept here last night.”
“That’s not all I did,” Billy whispers hotly in Dom’s ear before nibbling and licking his way down the smooth column of Dom’s neck.
“Is he better?”
“Yeah, he’s great,” Dom says, a touch breathless as Billy’s tongue laps delicately at the hollow of his throat. “He’s perfect.”
“So he’s up?” Elijah inquires.
Bracing his weight on one elbow, Dom slides a hand down Billy’s furry chest , pausing to tease a sensitive nipple into a stiff, rosy peak. Grinning at Elijah’s question, Dom suppresses the urge to laugh.
“Billy? Well, he was up a little while ago,” Dom says, hips rolling against Billy’s in a lazy rhythm, causing Billy’s deep green eyes to widen as he bites down on his lower lip. “But now he’s laying down again. Resting.”
“Oh. Do you think he’ll want to eat?”
“I’m not sure he’s very hungry right now,” Dom replies mildly. “Maybe later.”
“Do you want me to wait for you?” Elijah asks.
“No, I don’t want to leave Billy. You go ahead. Take Orli with you,” Dom suggests. “We’ll catch up with you later, yeah?”
“Okay. Bye,” Elijah agrees. “Oh, and tell Billy I hope he feels better.”
Hanging up the phone, Dom sighs as he sinks back down into Billy’s embrace.
“Now where were we?” he whispers to Billy as their lips come together in a warm, sweet kiss.
“Right here,” Billy replies breathlessly, fingers lacing through Dom’s tousled hair as he draws Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth.
It’s long moments later when Dom breaks the slow, lazy kiss, lips trailing down Billy’s chest, finally stopping when he reaches Billy’s slightly poochy stomach.
“What are you doing, Dommie?” Billy asks, eyes half lidded, comfortably languid from their lovemaking. “Come back up here. I want to kiss your pretty mouth.”
Pursing his lips as though in thought, Dom pets Billy’s warm skin several times, and then quickly dips his head, blowing a raspberry on Billy’s belly, just below his navel.
Squirming and laughing, Billy pulls Dom back up his body, firmly wrapping his arms around Dom’s slender waist to keep him in place.
“Why did you do that?” Billy demands playfully, shivering at the sensation of Dom’s lips on his stomach.
“That’s for torturing me with that ice cube,” Dom retorts unapologetically.
“Torture? I don’t think so, besides, you started it,” Billy protests. “Dessert last night. The fruit. The licking. The kissing. I was just following your lead.”
“Hrm. You may have a point there,” Dom concedes.
“May?” Billy repeats in disbelief. “May? After practically licking me into coming?”
Giving in, Dom presses his lips to Billy’s as he rolls them into their sides and then lets his head fall back, offering his throat.
Stroking the sensitive area gently, Billy trails kisses along Dom’s stubbly jaw line, across his cheek until their lips are meeting again. When they finally part, Billy opens his eyes, only to find Dom staring at him, head wobbly, eyes almost glassy from the immense pleasure.
“What?” Billy asks breathlessly, looking into Dom’s sparkling, impish blue-grey eyes.
Dom can’t hold back a grin. “I was just thinking that it was really nice of you to come for breakfast.”
It takes a moment for the words to sink in, and then Billy bursts out laughing.
“Dommie-”
“Speaking of, I’m fucking starving.”
“Me, too,” Billy admits, brow furrowing. “Do you want to run downstairs and meet Lij?” he asks, disappointed at the mere idea of their private time ending.
“Nope,” Dom replies. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Rolling Billy back onto his back and straddling his body, Dom lays a hand on Billy’s chest, petting the soft, ginger hair as he reaches over to the nightstand.
“Dommie?”
Picking up the phone for the second time in just a few minutes, Dom presses a single number and then holds the receiver to his ear. Curious, Billy watches him with an arched eyebrow, hands resting on Dom’s hips, not even aware that his thumbs are slowly sweeping up and down the smooth skin.
“Yeah, hi. Room service?” Dom says, giving Billy a saucy wink as he shakes with silent laughter.
Placing the tray of dirty dishes on the floor in the hallway, Billy hangs the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the handle before closing the door and flipping the lock. Tightening the belt on his hotel issued robe, Billy turns around and quietly observes Dom sprawled naked on the bed, gazing at the faint smears of chocolate on his stomach.
“What?” Billy asks as he sits down and stretches out on the rumpled sheets next to Dom.
“I’m sticky.”
“Well, I can take care of that,” Billy teases, dipping his head and opening his mouth wider as he licks his lips in anticipation.
“Oh no you don’t,” Dom laughs, squirming off the bed and out of reach. “I was thinking that a shower would be more appropriate.”
“Hrm. Okay.”
Reclining back on the pillow, Billy laces his fingers together over his stomach and tries not to look disappointed as Dom strolls across the room towards the loo. Silently, Billy reminds himself that they have to get cleaned up and leave Dom’s hotel room eventually. It’s not like they can stay in this room forever and just shag. Someone will notice if two hobbits are never seen again.
“Bills?”
Pulled from his thoughts, Billy blinks and then focuses on Dom’s face.
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?” Dom asks, an enigmatic smile teasing at his lips as his head tilts slightly to one side.
“Huh?”
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Dom requests softly, ducking his head and gazing at Billy through a fringe of long, dark eyelashes. “Wash my back? My chest? My belly?”
“Yeah?” Billy replies, unable to stop from smiling widely as he slides off the bed, fingers tugging at the belt of his robe.
When the material falls to the floor, revealing Billy’s bare skin, Dom inhales sharply, his blue-grey eyes darkening with passion.
“Yeah,” Dom says hoarsely, arm outstretched, hungry and desperate for Billy’s hands on his body again. Swallowing hard to regain his composure, Dom smiles as Billy closes the distance between them, sliding his arms around his waist and drawing their bodies close.
“What?” Billy asks, kissing the corners of Dom’s mouth and then the tip of his nose as they make their way into the loo. “What are you up to, Dommie?”
“I was just thinking,” Dom replies impishly. “We’re hobbits.”
“We are,” Billy agrees as Dom reaches over and twists on the taps inside the shower. “And?”
“I think it might be time for second breakfast,” Dom informs him, tugging Billy under the warm, soothing spray and closing the curtain. “What do you think?”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Billy murmurs before their lips meet in a hot, passionate kiss.
4-Beyond Second Breakfast
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Thank you so much.
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Thank you. I'm very flattered and you are so welcome! So happy that it warmed you up.
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Thank you! Happy that it was a welcome wake up call. Hee.
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Okay. I can live with that. Hee.
Glad that Al is a happy man.
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Hope you weren't too scorched.
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I'm not really sure how I could possibly rate getting the dedication to this latest treat of your wonderful story, but it's lifted my spirits like you wouldn't believe. I'm deeply touched by your gesture. btw, of course i'd wait a year for a continuation... silly girl. and, should you feel the need to elaborate on the shower scene that's going to take place momentarily, we wouldn't hold it against you. nope. not even a little. :cheeky grin:
As for your continued use of the word, "fin", it reminded me of the immortal words of Inigo Montoya, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. " ... :snicker:
second breakfast, elevensies, tea, lunch, supper, dinner... these boys could have a veritable feast before the day is through. I went back and re-read hungry and breakfast again. It blows my mind that you're able to pick up the threads (no LOTR pun intended) from so long ago, and weave a story that complements what's gone before. I've no idea what frame of mind you're in with regards to your writing, but exploring this couple as they're just starting out could be a lot of fun.
Smiling to himself, Billy must admit to feeling a certain amount of pride, having helped Dom find such an incredible release, especially considering they only became a couple last night. So much for needing time to get comfortable with each other. If the sex gets much better than this . . . see, we wouldn't mind seeing this stuff. no we would not!
thank you again, dear girl. you have totally made my day!!
*hugs*
kerry =)
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*sigh* You're not the only one who wants me to elaborate on the activities in the shower. Damn plot bunnies.
Inigo Montoya. *dies giggling* I adore you. So tickled that I made you day.
I'm so pleased that you feel that the parts flow together so well. It was something that I worked particularly hard on, wanting it to seem that no time has passed, that they were all written together, instead of over a 13-14 month period.
*hugs you back*
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And I liked the idea of Second Breakfast very much.. I was grinning like the famous cat at “I was just thinking,” Dom replies impishly. “We’re hobbits.” :)
Long story short: you rock, hon, in everything you're going at ♥
PS: and I loved the ice cube, mmyeah
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Thank you for your kind words. I cherish them.
*cuddles you*
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*lights a cig*
oh, yeah, baby. that was good. man, i wanna do that! ;P
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Heh. I'm guessing you think it was hot enough? For a while I wasn't so sure. So pleased that you enjoyed. But don't smoke!
*pets Dom's belly in your icon*
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and that was definitely hot enough! *fans self* whew! any hotter and i would spontaneously combust. god, i love the whole fruit thing. i may have mentioned that before. but, yeah, total fruit kink now. i've gotta try that one out sometime.
dom's neck needs a little attention, too, i think. *points to icon* *heehee*
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Spontaneous Human Combustion, brought on by slashy porn. Now that's the way to go. Fruit porn. Fun for everyone. Hee.
*nibbles and licks Dom's neck* Yum.
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just have them write "died from fruit!sex" on my tombstone. it'll keep people wondering for decades! *lol*
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Death by orgasm. If I have a choice, I'll go that way, thanks. :)
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Thank you. So please that you liked.