Title: The Finger, Part 4
Author: [livejournal.com profile] dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: Another installment in The Finger Series, because I can’t say no to my Muse.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Once again, for my beta, [livejournal.com profile] frojane, and she knows why. Thanks, hon.
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Part 4

Swallowing the raspy groan that bubbles up from Dom’s throat, Billy slides the tip of his tongue along the crooked curve of Dom’s teeth, then presses in further, until tongues touch. It’s brief, both withdrawing in surprise at the rush of erotic sensation. It’s far too brief, Billy decides, so before Dom can be overcome with nervousness, he tries again, and this time, the contact lingers. Deepens.

Laving the quivering muscle repeatedly until Dom is a shuddering, writhing mess beneath him, Billy allows a reprieve, focusing his attention on exploring every last bit of Dom’s mouth and committing it to memory. Billy threads his small fingers through Dom’s sensuously tousled hair as his pointy tongue slides across Dom’s swollen lower lip, nibbling and sucking gently for a moment before returning to the honey-sweetened depths. Tongues thrust deep, tangling wetly, tasting, teasing and exploring, hot breath caressing each others lips.

Shamelessly moaning his pleasure at the sensations overwhelming him, Dom eagerly and fervently returns Billy’s affection, his hands clutching at the back of Billy’s t-shirt and tugging it higher so he can touch warm, bare skin. While their lips continue to meet in hungry, needful kisses, Dom shifts to part his knees, causing Billy to be nestled between his splayed thighs. Dom then arches his back to press his chest against Billy’s and create more contact, crying out when the now moistened tip of Billy’s index finger begins rubbing his nipple in an erotic rhythm, the heat pooling in his belly raging out of control.

When Billy pulls away, causing their lips to part, Dom can’t hold back the whimper of distress, fearing that Bill has changed his mind, his eyes widening when Billy swiftly reaches behind him, yanks at his t-shirt, drawing it over his head and tossing it aside.

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Part 5

From: [identity profile] babydazzle.livejournal.com


lsjflaigja;ighladflajf ...... G-U-H!!!!!!!!!

OMG...I'm like a little puddle of goo over here. *wipes brow*

From: [identity profile] rainbowcobweb.livejournal.com


*melts and dies and is ded and a melty pile of mess*

You know how long it's been since a fic has given me butterflies?



Forever.

From: [identity profile] starlingthefool.livejournal.com


Dang, lady! I love these short installments. They're such teases. Makes me gasp for more.

From: [identity profile] foxrafer.livejournal.com


Wow, and to think it all started with a wayward finger. Fantastic!

From: [identity profile] morebliss.livejournal.com


I would call you evil for posting such hotness in little bursts like this, but I don't want anything I say to stop you writing or posting it! So I'll just say:

Yumminy! More please?
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