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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 20th, 2006 06:51 pm)Title: The Finger, Part 8
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R, to be safe.
Summary: The next installment in The Finger Series, and another will be posted tomorrow.
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 wanted more. Here’s another 300 words.
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
Part 8
Bracing his weight on a shaking arm, Dom returns Billy’s kiss, gasping when the older man guides his hand to the bulge straining against the front of his boxers.
“Touch me, Dommie,” Billy pants when they part. “I want to feel you.”
Shifting himself up onto his knees so he has more room to work, Dom murmurs his thanks as Billy helps him keep his balance while he slides the elastic waistband of Billy’s boxers down over his hips, now that they’ve been arched up off the mattress. Breathlessly, Dom watches as the pale skin is revealed, and when a thatch of ginger, curling hair comes into view, he pauses. He glances up briefly, seeking confirmation, and at Billy’s nod, the material is gently eased over his sensitive tip.
Gazing at Billy’s proud erection in wonder, no words are necessary, and Dom doesn’t waste any time nudging the material lower so he can explore more of Billy’s bare skin. When the boxers are pushed down to his thighs, Billy wriggles to move them lower, and kicks them free before tugging on Dom’s naked hips to bring their bodies together. Skin to skin.
Dom opens his mouth, as though to speak, but Billy’s slippery tongue prevents that when it eagerly slides inside, and small hands slide lower to deftly cup the rounded curve of his arse. A whimpering sigh bubbles up in Dom’s throat, and he wonders if perhaps he’s died and gone to heaven, because touching Billy feels better than all his dreams and fantasizes combined.
A rocking begins, arousals rubbing together, giving both men desperately needed relief, and increasing the heat between them. A warm wetness slicks their heaving bellies as they kiss, long and deep, and even the sound of movement down the hall doesn’t dampen their lust.
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Part 9
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R, to be safe.
Summary: The next installment in The Finger Series, and another will be posted tomorrow.
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 wanted more. Here’s another 300 words.
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
Part 8
Bracing his weight on a shaking arm, Dom returns Billy’s kiss, gasping when the older man guides his hand to the bulge straining against the front of his boxers.
“Touch me, Dommie,” Billy pants when they part. “I want to feel you.”
Shifting himself up onto his knees so he has more room to work, Dom murmurs his thanks as Billy helps him keep his balance while he slides the elastic waistband of Billy’s boxers down over his hips, now that they’ve been arched up off the mattress. Breathlessly, Dom watches as the pale skin is revealed, and when a thatch of ginger, curling hair comes into view, he pauses. He glances up briefly, seeking confirmation, and at Billy’s nod, the material is gently eased over his sensitive tip.
Gazing at Billy’s proud erection in wonder, no words are necessary, and Dom doesn’t waste any time nudging the material lower so he can explore more of Billy’s bare skin. When the boxers are pushed down to his thighs, Billy wriggles to move them lower, and kicks them free before tugging on Dom’s naked hips to bring their bodies together. Skin to skin.
Dom opens his mouth, as though to speak, but Billy’s slippery tongue prevents that when it eagerly slides inside, and small hands slide lower to deftly cup the rounded curve of his arse. A whimpering sigh bubbles up in Dom’s throat, and he wonders if perhaps he’s died and gone to heaven, because touching Billy feels better than all his dreams and fantasizes combined.
A rocking begins, arousals rubbing together, giving both men desperately needed relief, and increasing the heat between them. A warm wetness slicks their heaving bellies as they kiss, long and deep, and even the sound of movement down the hall doesn’t dampen their lust.
Part 9
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Thanks :D
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*pets your icon*
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More tomorrow. Glad you enjoyed. :)
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*falls out of chair*
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Thank you so much.
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even the sound of movement down the hall doesn’t dampen their lust.
are they getting an audience soon? i'd hate for them to have to stop, but i've got such a voyeuristic kink, i don't know which i want more -- them to continue undisturbed, or sean and elijah to watch. *lol*
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Do you really think I'm going to tell you the answer? I don't think so.
See, if I let the cat out of the bag too soon, my Muse would become angry, and then that would be the end of porn. That would make me one sad cookie, not to mention the people who would want to read it.
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If I were a member of the male species, I'd definitely have blue balls by now.
When's the next part, ahem, coming? Bwah. :P
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Soon enough?
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