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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 15th, 2006 09:27 pm)Title: The Finger, Part 6
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: Another installment in The Finger Series. Enjoy. :)
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: For those who, like Dom,demanded requested more. Here’s another 300 words.
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6
Realizing there’s only way to keep Dom quiet, Billy dives in to bring their mouths together, lips fusing, pointy tongue thrusting deep. Craving more and desperately trying to get even closer, the writhing of Dom’s body grows wilder, more wanton. Swiftly capturing Dom’s slender wrists in his hands, Billy pins them to the mattress while he presses down with his torso, trapping the younger man in his powerful grip.
No longer in control of his body, Dom thrashes about, rocking up into Billy repeatedly when the older man’s erection presses firmly against the cleft between his cheeks. At the same time, they realize a flimsy layer of cotton is the only thing preventing skin on skin contact.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Dom whispers raggedly, chest heaving, eyes so dark they’re like ink.
“You started this,” Billy fires back hoarsely. “Touching me with your finger while I slept.”
“Wanna touch you now,” Dom adds, glancing over at one of his imprisoned wrists. “Can’t.”
“How bad do you want to touch me?” Billy inquires his breath hot against Dom’s now moist neck. “Can you show me?”
Instantly, both of Dom’s legs are wound around Billy’s waist, and while he squeezes gently to create greater contact between their bodies, Dom slowly arches his back and offers the tantalizing line of his throat as his head reclines.
“Feck, Dommie,” Billy murmurs heatedly. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Want you,” Dom breathes, gazing at Billy through half-lidded eyes. “Hands. Mouth.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere,” Dom gasps.
Releasing one of Dom’s wrists, Billy moves his hand between the bed sheet and Dom’s back, fingertips dancing along the shallow groove of his spine.
“Better?”
“More,” Dom begs.
“With pleasure,” Billy replies, then draws the rosy bud of a pert nipple between his lips and sucks ravenously.
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Part 7
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: Another installment in The Finger Series. Enjoy. :)
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: For those who, like Dom,
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6
Realizing there’s only way to keep Dom quiet, Billy dives in to bring their mouths together, lips fusing, pointy tongue thrusting deep. Craving more and desperately trying to get even closer, the writhing of Dom’s body grows wilder, more wanton. Swiftly capturing Dom’s slender wrists in his hands, Billy pins them to the mattress while he presses down with his torso, trapping the younger man in his powerful grip.
No longer in control of his body, Dom thrashes about, rocking up into Billy repeatedly when the older man’s erection presses firmly against the cleft between his cheeks. At the same time, they realize a flimsy layer of cotton is the only thing preventing skin on skin contact.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Dom whispers raggedly, chest heaving, eyes so dark they’re like ink.
“You started this,” Billy fires back hoarsely. “Touching me with your finger while I slept.”
“Wanna touch you now,” Dom adds, glancing over at one of his imprisoned wrists. “Can’t.”
“How bad do you want to touch me?” Billy inquires his breath hot against Dom’s now moist neck. “Can you show me?”
Instantly, both of Dom’s legs are wound around Billy’s waist, and while he squeezes gently to create greater contact between their bodies, Dom slowly arches his back and offers the tantalizing line of his throat as his head reclines.
“Feck, Dommie,” Billy murmurs heatedly. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Want you,” Dom breathes, gazing at Billy through half-lidded eyes. “Hands. Mouth.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere,” Dom gasps.
Releasing one of Dom’s wrists, Billy moves his hand between the bed sheet and Dom’s back, fingertips dancing along the shallow groove of his spine.
“Better?”
“More,” Dom begs.
“With pleasure,” Billy replies, then draws the rosy bud of a pert nipple between his lips and sucks ravenously.
Part 7
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I think I'm your biggest fan. ;)
Nice work as usual. You know how to keep us coming back, don't you?
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That's my story and I'm sticking to it. :)
Thanks!
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Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed.
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He's so EVIL.
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*more chocolate*
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Yay for guh. Billy is being so naughty, and I love him for it.
Woot! Chocolate.
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