The Finger, Part 9

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Title: The Finger, Part 9
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, to be safe.
Summary: Yet another installment in The Finger Series, and I hope to post the next one in the very near future.
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: As promised, here’s another 300 words. And the rating keeps going up . . .
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Part 9

Moaning into Billy’s mouth in the hopes that it’ll help muffle his moans of pleasure, Dom presses down with his body, long fingers gripping Billy’s taut biceps as he rocks harder and faster. Pressure is building inside with astonishing speed, the wave of orgasm rising, causing Dom to tremble while Billy thrusts up erotically against him, their hips grinding together wantonly.

One second Dom is riding Billy, hungry and wild, as though it’s a matter of life or death, and then he’s sprawled flat on his back, Billy above him, and his long legs are wrapping tightly around the older man’s waist. Their erections are trapped between their writhing bodies, and then Billy’s hand is sliding across Dom’s heaving belly to hold their arousals against his furry stomach.

“Don’t stop,” Dom whimpers against Billy’s damp neck, his arms sliding around Billy’s torso to anchor himself, and ensure that they won’t be parted too soon. “Bills-”

Bodies slamming together as wet, passionate kisses are exchanged, Billy’s thrusts cause the headboard to make contact with the wall above them, but both are too far gone to care about discovery now. All they can think about is each other, and that they never want to stop touching.

“Dommie-” Billy pants against Dom’s throat, kissing and licking the salt of his sweat. “Look at me.”

“What?”

“Need to see your eyes,” Billy murmurs as he trails kisses along Dom’s jaw line.

Letting his head fall back onto the pillow, Dom does as instructed, his gaze dark and smoldering with passion, and emotions laid bare. His expression is as naked as his body, vulnerable, and achingly trusting.

“Touch me,” Dom shamelessly begs. “Need you.”

“All the way?” Billy asks, needing to hear the words before continuing. “We-”

“Yes,” Dom interrupts. “All the way.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

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Part 10