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hyacinth-sky747.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 6th, 2006 09:52 pm)Just a Little
Rating NC-17
d/b
Disclaimer: Fictional Story not actual events
My first fanfic ever
"What makes love making and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space."
Italo Calvino
Billy’s been up and dressed for hours but Dom’s just wandered into the kitchen in rumpled jeans and a t-shirt to munch cereal with heavy eyelids.
Billy needs to make a decision. When Dom stands up to get more coffee Dom’s name comes bursting out of Billy’s mouth.
Dom jumps, startled. “I’m going to clean it up.”
Billy knocks the chair out of his way as he descends on Dom. Dom’s arms go up reflexively in front of his chest.
“No,” Billy says, stopping, “I’m not going to.”
“Oh,” Dom’s arms relax and Billy steps into the space they leave empty. He stands there for a moment his breath loud in his ears.
“I want to,” he says.
“You want to? Oh, you want to, to cross the line?” Dom stammers.
“Just a little, just a little bit, Dom.”
“What about…”
“Shhh. No. It will just be a little. We won’t even know, even we won’t know.”
Dom has no defenses for insane arguments and Billy is kissing him like he’s trying to climb inside.
“Just a little, Dom, see? It doesn’t hurt anything.”
Dom’s lips are chafed already. He picks Billy up and sets him on the counter so their faces are level. Well, actually Billy’s face is rather above Dom’s now and Billy thinks he rather likes that. He likes too how being on the counter prevents him from accidentally rubbing his hips into Dom’s. Except that he doesn’t.
Dom’s got his hands on both sides of Billy’s face and he’s breathing hard. Billy’s lips are raw but he doesn’t think he could stop if he started to bleed. Dom’s kissing his neck, his face, his ears and that’s more than just a little but Billy doesn’t say stop.
Dom whispers hotly in his ear, “We should stop.”
“It’s just a little. I need it.”
Dom makes growling sounds deep in his chest. His lips move back to Billy’s neck, his tongue exploring the parts of Billy’s chest left exposed by the open buttons of his shirt.
Billy’s hands knot the soft jersey of Dom’s T.
Dom’s tongue is thwarted by a button and his fingers trip it open. Billy shakes.
“Just a little more. Just a button,” Dom pleads. His tongue plunges. He can’t quite reach Billy’s nipples and he’s thirsty for them now. He grabs Billy under his arms. Dom’s thumbs press into Billy’s nipples through his shirt. Billy gasps.
“It’s just a shirt.” Kiss. “I’ve seen you shirtless before.” His thumbs circle nipples.
Billy just breathes with his whole body. His legs are shaking with the effort of not wrapping themselves around Dom’s body. Dom unbuttons the buttons at Billy’s wrists. He sucks the fingers of Billy’s left hand and Billy’s head falls back.
The buttons on the shirt come undone and Billy wiggles out of it. Dom runs his hands up and down Billy’s torso. He’s looked before but had never been able to touch. He rubs harder. Billy whines with impatience. Dom licks his own thumbs, one, two, quick, wet swipes and presses them into Billy’s nipples.
Billy’s breath turns into ah, ah, ahs. Dom laps experimentally at the nipple pinched by his right hand. He looks up at Billy, his mouth still open, his eyes spilling lust and Billy looks back his hips thrusting involuntarily. Dom goes back to work rolling the pink nubs under his tongue and between his fingers
He needs an ear, an ear to suck with downy, barely-there hair. Fortunately Billy has two.
“We’re going too far,” he says to the ear.
“Surely not. Surely we can have this. We can just stay like this. There’s nothing wrong with this,” Billy breathes.
Billy reaches round the back of Dom’s neck and tugs his shirt up. The seconds stretch out forever as Dom slides through the dark tunnel of his shirt. He feels like he’s falling down a dark hole away from Billy and he emerges wild eyed and desperate.
“I just want to press my skin against you, feel your skin,” Billy says.
Dom is between Billy’s knees, pulling Billy to the edge of the counter, feeling the warmth of Billy’s body pressed against his. He’s bending Billy’s head back, pressing kisses deep into his mouth. He can feel Billy against his hip and he can’t help but grind, just once, just a little.
Billy gasps and breaks the kiss. “You’re hard,” he says.
“So are you.”
“Yes, yes, I know I am. But you’re hard. Because of me. And I felt it.” Billy’s rubbing his hands up and down the sides of Dom’s thighs. “I wanna see.”
“That’s definitely crossing lines.”
“No, I just want to see. I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Not like this.”
Billy’s unfastening. “I need to see. I need to see what I’ve done to you.”
Dom’s jeans drop around his ankles and Billy’s quick breathing stutters to a halt. He moans and his breathing starts again, slow and deep. He pushes Dom away from him to get a better view and hops down from the counter.
“Ohhh,” he says nearly to himself.
Dom can feel his cheeks burning. He can feel the weight of Billy’s eyes on his dick.
“I think I need to taste it,” Billy says thoughtfully and Dom closes his eyes and moans.
“The lines, Billy, this is a big line.”
“Then we were bound to trip over it.” Billy puts his hands on Dom’s hips and kisses him softly. “I just want to see what it tastes like.”
“Oh my God,” Dom shudders.
Billy drops to his knees and he’s licking and sucking and Dom realizes he’s in the middle of the room with nothing to hold on to so he clenches his fingers into his own hair. Billy stops licking.
“It’s good,’ he says and stands up. “Taste,” he orders Dom and slips his tongue into Dom’s mouth.
Dom can taste himself on Billy’s tongue and he forgets lines and clamps his hand to Billy’s ass and glues his pelvis to Billy’s and grinds. He squeezes hard on Billy’s cheeks and kisses hard and Billy makes little noises of duress and Dom does everything harder. After a minute he breaks the kiss to kick himself out of his jeans, thinking he has ceased to care about lines when Billy makes his jaw drop again.
“I think I want you to fuck me.”
Dom shakes his head briskly, “What?”
“Yes, I do. I do want you to fuck me.” Billy drops to his knees between Dom’s legs again, licking and sucking feverishly and somehow still managing to keep up a constant flow of pleading.
“Dom, please, I need it, take me into the bedroom Dom, please, please. I want to see you fuck me. I want to see your face when you come. Take me to the bedroom, Dom, please.”
Dom drags Billy to his feet. He lifts him so that Billy’s legs are wrapped around his middle and Billy’s sucking with abandon at Dom’s neck. Dom starts carrying Billy to the bedroom but stops halfway and puts him down.
“No,” Billy says.
“Why do you still have these on?” Dom asks and rids Billy of his trousers.
Dom lifts Billy again and this time he can feel Billy’s warm cock against his stomach. He lays Billy on the bed and studies him for a moment. Billy squirms.
“Don’t you think it will hurt?”
“How am I to know?”
“I don’t want it to hurt you. I want it to feel good.”
“Then make it feel good.”
Dom presses Billy’s knees back onto his chest and rubs his hand lightly between his legs. Billy’s panting.
“I think we’ll need some slippy stuff, Bill.”
“Go find some”
Dom drops a kiss on Billy’s shoulder. “Stay like this until I come back?” he whispers. Billy nods. “Here, hold onto these for a moment,” Dom says guiding Billy’s hands to the spindles of the headboard.
When Dom stands he’s afraid his legs won’t hold him for a moment. He walks backward for a few steps unable to tear his eyes from Billy.
“Hurry,” Billy growls.
Dom makes for the bathroom, searches the closet with one hand wrapped tight around his cock. He knocks over bottles with his shaking hand but doesn’t care. When he’s found something to use, he rushes back to the bedroom.
Billy’s still curled up on the bed. Dom descends on him, his tongue licking furiously into the creases and folds of Billy’s body.
“God, Billy, your cock is friggin’ purple.” Like a lollipop, Dom thinks and takes it down deep into his mouth.
“Do I taste like you?” Billy asks.
Dom shakes his head.
“Let me taste.”
Dom nearly chokes. Billy is so fucking dirty.
“You’re a bit of a slut, you know?”
Billy nods his head. “Yeah, come on, let me taste.”
Dom slips his tongue in Billy’s mouth.
“Mmmm. I taste so good on you.”
Dom goes a bit wild, panting and grinding. Billy fumbles for the jar of Vaseline on the sheets. He slips two of Dom’s fingers in his mouth, wetting them, then plunges them into the jar of cool Vaseline. Billy lies back on the bed.
“No,” Dom says, “I’m going to make it good for you. Turn over.” Dom’s decided to turn up his own slut level a notch.
“No,” Billy whines, “I want to see you.”
“You will. I just want to do something first.”
Billy turns over, his legs pulled under his body, offering his backside to Dom. Dom parts the halves with his thumbs and plunges his tongue into Billy’s crack.
Billy howls. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
Dom’s encouraged by this and takes his time bathing Billy with his tongue, finding the little hole and wiggling his tongue in.
Billy keens, “Oh, Dom, you’re filthy, filthy bastard, so good.”
Dom flips Billy over onto his back again, presses his knees up, licks up Billy’s cock and presses a finger into Billy.
“Hurt?”
“No, no, no, no.”
Billy’s sweating and as soon as Dom notices this he starts sweating too. He adds another finger, pressing inside, stretching and his finger hits a spot. Billy bucks up screaming, “Dom!” Dom smiles and hits the spot again.
“Put your dick in me Dom.”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, I need it.”
“Hurt you.”
“Don’t care.”
Dom licks Billy’s cock again, trying to soothe him. Billy hisses and rises onto his elbows. He jabs his fingers into the jar of Vaseline and coats Dom’s dick.
“Need your dick. Need it.”
Dom doesn’t know where he gets his self control from but he places a hand on Billy’s chest and forces him to lie back.
“You’ll get my dick. You just need one more finger first,” and Dom works another finger into Billy’s tight body.
Billy’s thrusting up, writhing around Dom’s fingers, twisting into the sheets. Dom slips his fingers out and Billy’s scrabbling for him.
“Shhh. It’s coming,” Dom soothes. He presses his cock in slowly. Billy’s breathing goes ragged.
“More, more, more,” he pants.
When Dom’s all the way in he opens his eyes. “I’m inside you Billy! Does it hurt?”
“It’s so full, so full, Dom.”
“You’re so tight, Bill, so hot. I don’t think my dick’s ever been this hot.”
“Fuck me, Dom.”
“I’ll come, Bill. I won’t last long.”
“Wanna see you come. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Dom’s hips are thrusting to the beat of Billy’s filthy chant.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” and an image flashes through Dom’s mind of Billy’s asshole wet with his come and he’s tripped over the edge.
“Coming, Billy, coming in you, coming, oh!”
Dom collapses on top of Billy. He worries for a moment that he may be blind and deaf now but slowly his senses return and he can feel his cheek sweaty against Billy’s chest. He can feel his limp cock still enveloped in the warmth of Billy’s body.
“Don’t want to leave you,” he groans as he slips out and Billy mewls at the loss. Dom rises between Billy’s knees.
“Oh, your cock, Billy, it’s still all purple.”
”It’s okay, Dom, you’ll fix it,” Billy says and he places some pillows against the head board and pushes Dom against them. “First I want to fuck your mouth,” and Dom’s nodding eagerly, panting for a taste as he wonders what comes after “first.”
Billy fucks himself into Dom’s mouth slowly. Dom closes his eyes and feels the head bumping softly into his throat. Billy’s mouth is spewing forth an unholy monologue, “Suck hard, hollow your pretty cheeks, that’s it, ah! holy God, love fucking your mouth, it’s so hot, my dick’s so hot, ah!”
Billy pulls himself from Dom’s mouth and in a flash he’s turned around, sitting between Dom’s knees. Billy grabs Dom’s hand and wraps it around his cock. Dom rubs hard and fast. Billy’s hips stutter off the bed and he rises in nearly a full back bend, thrusting into Dom’s hand, screaming, “Harder, I like it harder.”
My God, the man has no shame, Dom thinks. He pushes Billy on to his knees and kneels behind him, searching for a better grip. He’s hard again and in this position he can grind himself into Billy’s ass as he pumps.
Dom suddenly remembers the image that had tipped him into his last orgasm and he leans Billy over to get a look at his asshole and it’s glimmering wet with Dom’s spilt come. Dom grunts and slaps Billy’s ass. He realizes he’s been reduced to purely animal instinct and the thought shakes him. He feels a need to say a human word so he says the only one he can think of, “Billy.”
Billy’s frantic, trembling and still ranting his monologue of sin but it has ceased to make sense now. Dom curls around Billy, fisting his cock as hard and fast as he can and Billy’s coming, spilling over Dom’s hand. Dom’s coming too, wetting Billy’s back.
They collapse on the bed and after a moment Dom rolls off Billy and lies facing him on the bed. Billy’s eyes are still dazed and Dom draws him to his chest and drops his thigh over Billy’s hip.
Billy’s a bit of a feral animal still and all he can think to do is lick at Dom’s chest until sleep over takes him and the little, pink tongue slips back behind his teeth.
Rating NC-17
d/b
Disclaimer: Fictional Story not actual events
My first fanfic ever
"What makes love making and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space."
Italo Calvino
Billy’s been up and dressed for hours but Dom’s just wandered into the kitchen in rumpled jeans and a t-shirt to munch cereal with heavy eyelids.
Billy needs to make a decision. When Dom stands up to get more coffee Dom’s name comes bursting out of Billy’s mouth.
Dom jumps, startled. “I’m going to clean it up.”
Billy knocks the chair out of his way as he descends on Dom. Dom’s arms go up reflexively in front of his chest.
“No,” Billy says, stopping, “I’m not going to.”
“Oh,” Dom’s arms relax and Billy steps into the space they leave empty. He stands there for a moment his breath loud in his ears.
“I want to,” he says.
“You want to? Oh, you want to, to cross the line?” Dom stammers.
“Just a little, just a little bit, Dom.”
“What about…”
“Shhh. No. It will just be a little. We won’t even know, even we won’t know.”
Dom has no defenses for insane arguments and Billy is kissing him like he’s trying to climb inside.
“Just a little, Dom, see? It doesn’t hurt anything.”
Dom’s lips are chafed already. He picks Billy up and sets him on the counter so their faces are level. Well, actually Billy’s face is rather above Dom’s now and Billy thinks he rather likes that. He likes too how being on the counter prevents him from accidentally rubbing his hips into Dom’s. Except that he doesn’t.
Dom’s got his hands on both sides of Billy’s face and he’s breathing hard. Billy’s lips are raw but he doesn’t think he could stop if he started to bleed. Dom’s kissing his neck, his face, his ears and that’s more than just a little but Billy doesn’t say stop.
Dom whispers hotly in his ear, “We should stop.”
“It’s just a little. I need it.”
Dom makes growling sounds deep in his chest. His lips move back to Billy’s neck, his tongue exploring the parts of Billy’s chest left exposed by the open buttons of his shirt.
Billy’s hands knot the soft jersey of Dom’s T.
Dom’s tongue is thwarted by a button and his fingers trip it open. Billy shakes.
“Just a little more. Just a button,” Dom pleads. His tongue plunges. He can’t quite reach Billy’s nipples and he’s thirsty for them now. He grabs Billy under his arms. Dom’s thumbs press into Billy’s nipples through his shirt. Billy gasps.
“It’s just a shirt.” Kiss. “I’ve seen you shirtless before.” His thumbs circle nipples.
Billy just breathes with his whole body. His legs are shaking with the effort of not wrapping themselves around Dom’s body. Dom unbuttons the buttons at Billy’s wrists. He sucks the fingers of Billy’s left hand and Billy’s head falls back.
The buttons on the shirt come undone and Billy wiggles out of it. Dom runs his hands up and down Billy’s torso. He’s looked before but had never been able to touch. He rubs harder. Billy whines with impatience. Dom licks his own thumbs, one, two, quick, wet swipes and presses them into Billy’s nipples.
Billy’s breath turns into ah, ah, ahs. Dom laps experimentally at the nipple pinched by his right hand. He looks up at Billy, his mouth still open, his eyes spilling lust and Billy looks back his hips thrusting involuntarily. Dom goes back to work rolling the pink nubs under his tongue and between his fingers
He needs an ear, an ear to suck with downy, barely-there hair. Fortunately Billy has two.
“We’re going too far,” he says to the ear.
“Surely not. Surely we can have this. We can just stay like this. There’s nothing wrong with this,” Billy breathes.
Billy reaches round the back of Dom’s neck and tugs his shirt up. The seconds stretch out forever as Dom slides through the dark tunnel of his shirt. He feels like he’s falling down a dark hole away from Billy and he emerges wild eyed and desperate.
“I just want to press my skin against you, feel your skin,” Billy says.
Dom is between Billy’s knees, pulling Billy to the edge of the counter, feeling the warmth of Billy’s body pressed against his. He’s bending Billy’s head back, pressing kisses deep into his mouth. He can feel Billy against his hip and he can’t help but grind, just once, just a little.
Billy gasps and breaks the kiss. “You’re hard,” he says.
“So are you.”
“Yes, yes, I know I am. But you’re hard. Because of me. And I felt it.” Billy’s rubbing his hands up and down the sides of Dom’s thighs. “I wanna see.”
“That’s definitely crossing lines.”
“No, I just want to see. I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Not like this.”
Billy’s unfastening. “I need to see. I need to see what I’ve done to you.”
Dom’s jeans drop around his ankles and Billy’s quick breathing stutters to a halt. He moans and his breathing starts again, slow and deep. He pushes Dom away from him to get a better view and hops down from the counter.
“Ohhh,” he says nearly to himself.
Dom can feel his cheeks burning. He can feel the weight of Billy’s eyes on his dick.
“I think I need to taste it,” Billy says thoughtfully and Dom closes his eyes and moans.
“The lines, Billy, this is a big line.”
“Then we were bound to trip over it.” Billy puts his hands on Dom’s hips and kisses him softly. “I just want to see what it tastes like.”
“Oh my God,” Dom shudders.
Billy drops to his knees and he’s licking and sucking and Dom realizes he’s in the middle of the room with nothing to hold on to so he clenches his fingers into his own hair. Billy stops licking.
“It’s good,’ he says and stands up. “Taste,” he orders Dom and slips his tongue into Dom’s mouth.
Dom can taste himself on Billy’s tongue and he forgets lines and clamps his hand to Billy’s ass and glues his pelvis to Billy’s and grinds. He squeezes hard on Billy’s cheeks and kisses hard and Billy makes little noises of duress and Dom does everything harder. After a minute he breaks the kiss to kick himself out of his jeans, thinking he has ceased to care about lines when Billy makes his jaw drop again.
“I think I want you to fuck me.”
Dom shakes his head briskly, “What?”
“Yes, I do. I do want you to fuck me.” Billy drops to his knees between Dom’s legs again, licking and sucking feverishly and somehow still managing to keep up a constant flow of pleading.
“Dom, please, I need it, take me into the bedroom Dom, please, please. I want to see you fuck me. I want to see your face when you come. Take me to the bedroom, Dom, please.”
Dom drags Billy to his feet. He lifts him so that Billy’s legs are wrapped around his middle and Billy’s sucking with abandon at Dom’s neck. Dom starts carrying Billy to the bedroom but stops halfway and puts him down.
“No,” Billy says.
“Why do you still have these on?” Dom asks and rids Billy of his trousers.
Dom lifts Billy again and this time he can feel Billy’s warm cock against his stomach. He lays Billy on the bed and studies him for a moment. Billy squirms.
“Don’t you think it will hurt?”
“How am I to know?”
“I don’t want it to hurt you. I want it to feel good.”
“Then make it feel good.”
Dom presses Billy’s knees back onto his chest and rubs his hand lightly between his legs. Billy’s panting.
“I think we’ll need some slippy stuff, Bill.”
“Go find some”
Dom drops a kiss on Billy’s shoulder. “Stay like this until I come back?” he whispers. Billy nods. “Here, hold onto these for a moment,” Dom says guiding Billy’s hands to the spindles of the headboard.
When Dom stands he’s afraid his legs won’t hold him for a moment. He walks backward for a few steps unable to tear his eyes from Billy.
“Hurry,” Billy growls.
Dom makes for the bathroom, searches the closet with one hand wrapped tight around his cock. He knocks over bottles with his shaking hand but doesn’t care. When he’s found something to use, he rushes back to the bedroom.
Billy’s still curled up on the bed. Dom descends on him, his tongue licking furiously into the creases and folds of Billy’s body.
“God, Billy, your cock is friggin’ purple.” Like a lollipop, Dom thinks and takes it down deep into his mouth.
“Do I taste like you?” Billy asks.
Dom shakes his head.
“Let me taste.”
Dom nearly chokes. Billy is so fucking dirty.
“You’re a bit of a slut, you know?”
Billy nods his head. “Yeah, come on, let me taste.”
Dom slips his tongue in Billy’s mouth.
“Mmmm. I taste so good on you.”
Dom goes a bit wild, panting and grinding. Billy fumbles for the jar of Vaseline on the sheets. He slips two of Dom’s fingers in his mouth, wetting them, then plunges them into the jar of cool Vaseline. Billy lies back on the bed.
“No,” Dom says, “I’m going to make it good for you. Turn over.” Dom’s decided to turn up his own slut level a notch.
“No,” Billy whines, “I want to see you.”
“You will. I just want to do something first.”
Billy turns over, his legs pulled under his body, offering his backside to Dom. Dom parts the halves with his thumbs and plunges his tongue into Billy’s crack.
Billy howls. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
Dom’s encouraged by this and takes his time bathing Billy with his tongue, finding the little hole and wiggling his tongue in.
Billy keens, “Oh, Dom, you’re filthy, filthy bastard, so good.”
Dom flips Billy over onto his back again, presses his knees up, licks up Billy’s cock and presses a finger into Billy.
“Hurt?”
“No, no, no, no.”
Billy’s sweating and as soon as Dom notices this he starts sweating too. He adds another finger, pressing inside, stretching and his finger hits a spot. Billy bucks up screaming, “Dom!” Dom smiles and hits the spot again.
“Put your dick in me Dom.”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, I need it.”
“Hurt you.”
“Don’t care.”
Dom licks Billy’s cock again, trying to soothe him. Billy hisses and rises onto his elbows. He jabs his fingers into the jar of Vaseline and coats Dom’s dick.
“Need your dick. Need it.”
Dom doesn’t know where he gets his self control from but he places a hand on Billy’s chest and forces him to lie back.
“You’ll get my dick. You just need one more finger first,” and Dom works another finger into Billy’s tight body.
Billy’s thrusting up, writhing around Dom’s fingers, twisting into the sheets. Dom slips his fingers out and Billy’s scrabbling for him.
“Shhh. It’s coming,” Dom soothes. He presses his cock in slowly. Billy’s breathing goes ragged.
“More, more, more,” he pants.
When Dom’s all the way in he opens his eyes. “I’m inside you Billy! Does it hurt?”
“It’s so full, so full, Dom.”
“You’re so tight, Bill, so hot. I don’t think my dick’s ever been this hot.”
“Fuck me, Dom.”
“I’ll come, Bill. I won’t last long.”
“Wanna see you come. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Dom’s hips are thrusting to the beat of Billy’s filthy chant.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” and an image flashes through Dom’s mind of Billy’s asshole wet with his come and he’s tripped over the edge.
“Coming, Billy, coming in you, coming, oh!”
Dom collapses on top of Billy. He worries for a moment that he may be blind and deaf now but slowly his senses return and he can feel his cheek sweaty against Billy’s chest. He can feel his limp cock still enveloped in the warmth of Billy’s body.
“Don’t want to leave you,” he groans as he slips out and Billy mewls at the loss. Dom rises between Billy’s knees.
“Oh, your cock, Billy, it’s still all purple.”
”It’s okay, Dom, you’ll fix it,” Billy says and he places some pillows against the head board and pushes Dom against them. “First I want to fuck your mouth,” and Dom’s nodding eagerly, panting for a taste as he wonders what comes after “first.”
Billy fucks himself into Dom’s mouth slowly. Dom closes his eyes and feels the head bumping softly into his throat. Billy’s mouth is spewing forth an unholy monologue, “Suck hard, hollow your pretty cheeks, that’s it, ah! holy God, love fucking your mouth, it’s so hot, my dick’s so hot, ah!”
Billy pulls himself from Dom’s mouth and in a flash he’s turned around, sitting between Dom’s knees. Billy grabs Dom’s hand and wraps it around his cock. Dom rubs hard and fast. Billy’s hips stutter off the bed and he rises in nearly a full back bend, thrusting into Dom’s hand, screaming, “Harder, I like it harder.”
My God, the man has no shame, Dom thinks. He pushes Billy on to his knees and kneels behind him, searching for a better grip. He’s hard again and in this position he can grind himself into Billy’s ass as he pumps.
Dom suddenly remembers the image that had tipped him into his last orgasm and he leans Billy over to get a look at his asshole and it’s glimmering wet with Dom’s spilt come. Dom grunts and slaps Billy’s ass. He realizes he’s been reduced to purely animal instinct and the thought shakes him. He feels a need to say a human word so he says the only one he can think of, “Billy.”
Billy’s frantic, trembling and still ranting his monologue of sin but it has ceased to make sense now. Dom curls around Billy, fisting his cock as hard and fast as he can and Billy’s coming, spilling over Dom’s hand. Dom’s coming too, wetting Billy’s back.
They collapse on the bed and after a moment Dom rolls off Billy and lies facing him on the bed. Billy’s eyes are still dazed and Dom draws him to his chest and drops his thigh over Billy’s hip.
Billy’s a bit of a feral animal still and all he can think to do is lick at Dom’s chest until sleep over takes him and the little, pink tongue slips back behind his teeth.
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“Then we were bound to trip over it.”
Still probably my most favorite line (and there's a lot to choose from).
It still blows me away that this was the first thing you ever wrote. Damn, talk about setting the bar high for the rest of us!
kerry =)
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Holy fucking jesus shit damn...
*Pathetic messy flailing heap of goop*
What did you do to me!?
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