With A Little Help From My Friends

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Title: With A Little Help From My Friends - 32/47
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The big day finally arrives, and the sharing of a very special first.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta, frojane.
Special Thanks: To loki_girl for the exquisite banner that she has created, and to tarnishedhalo for loaning me her inspirational manip for the centerpiece. I am so thankful and appreciative of you both, and your generosity.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: I recall waqaychay wanted this to happen in Mistake Number Three. Well, here it is. Finally.
A/N 2: I have tomorrow off and I'd like to sleep in, so you get this early. Here you go, Surr. As promised. :)
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Chapter 32

Exhaling a nervous breath, Dom checks his reflection in the mirror for what feels like the hundredth time, not surprised to find his blue tie perfectly straight, just like before. Dom looks down at his hands next, thankful that the nervous trembling seems to have improved from a little while ago when Austin helped him with his cuff links, and he could barely keep still long enough for them to be secured at his wrists. He suddenly feels like a right wanker for telling Billy that they should be traditional, and not see each other before the ceremony, because now, more than ever, Dom needs Billy’s calming presence.

Mind made up, Dom opens the door to the guest room where he’s been getting ready and almost sprints down the hall to the Master bedroom before any of the guests milling about in the living room see him, tapping his knuckles ever so softly on the door.

“Come in,” Billy calls from inside the room.

With a twist of the door knob and a swift push, Dom slips inside the room and quickly closes the door behind him.

“Hey,” he says in greeting as he turns around to speak to the older man.

“Dommie.”

Part of Dom knows that there’s so much he wants to say to Billy, but at the moment, he’s unable to form words, rendered speechless by the vision before him. They’d discussed what the other would be wearing for the ceremony, when they would be taking their vows, and of course, Dom’s caught glimpses of Billy’s kilt in their closet over the months, but this is the first time he’s seen his lover wearing it.

Billy is just finishing putting the finishing touches on his ensemble, the antique Sgian Dubh that Aureen and Austin gave him for Christmas cradled in his small hand. A black waistcoat hugs his trim form, the bow tie a crisp black in contrast to the perfectly pressed white dress shirt beneath. Thin laces from Billy’s gillie shoes cross around his ankles and the cream stockings that cover his legs to the knee, and the image is made complete by the Boyd tartan kilt that Billy has secured with a kilt pin. The sporran that will go around his waist is lying on the end of the bed, patiently waiting to be put into its rightful place.

“Dommie?” Billy repeats, his eyes now filled with worry. “Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry,” Dom says hoarsely, his eyes still dazed.

“Sorry?”

“I had to see you,” Dom explains, finally shaking off the fog that unexpectedly enveloped him. “I just-”

“Dommie, breathe,” Billy instructs as he moves closer, tucking the Sgian Dubh into the top of his left sock before reaching out to take the younger man’s shaking hands in his. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re all dressed up,” Dom says, letting his gaze wander down his lover’s body, down to his feet and then all the way back up to his face again.

“Aye, you said you wanted to see me in my kilt,” Billy replies slowly. “It’s a special occasion, yeah?”

“You’re not going to change your mind, are you?” Dom blurts out, suddenly blushing fiercely when he realizes that he’s just verbalized his greatest fear, one that he’d been unable to admit to himself until this very moment.

“What?” Billy asks green eyes wide with surprise. “No, my love. I’ve been looking forward to this day for over a year now.”

“I just love you so much,” Dom whispers, blinking rapidly as his expressive eyes begin to fill with excess moisture. “This is more than I could’ve ever dreamed.”

“Oh, my Dommeh,” Billy croons, gathering Dom close and pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’ve worked yourself up into quite a state, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Dom admits shakily, nose pressed against the side of Billy’s neck. “I just want it to be perfect, but-”

“Shhh, love,” Billy interjects gently. “It’s all right. It’ll be just fine. As long as you speak from your heart, and remember that all of this is about love, you’ll be fine. And I’ll be right there with you, holding your hand.”

And just like that, the weight that Dom’s been struggling to balance on his shoulders is lifted, and he can finally breathe easily again.

“That’s better,” Billy soothes, slowly stroking the spot between Dom’s shoulder blades. “Just breathe.”

“You really do look lovely,” Dom comments as he stands up and attempts to pull himself together.

“Thank you,” Billy replies. “You look wonderful in that suit. I love the eyeliner.”

“Just a wee bit,” Dom says shyly. “I thought you might like it.”

“I do.”

Dom can’t help but smile at those two words, and Billy’s cherubic mouth turns up as well when he realizes what he’s just said.

“Bills-”

“C’mere, love.”

Curling into one another, the couple sway back and forth gently, just enjoying being close and taking slow, measured breaths.

“Staying apart until the ceremony was a bloody stupid idea,” Dom says, his words muffled against Billy’s shoulder. “This is much better.”

“Well then, I’m glad you came to find me,” Billy tells him before brushing a kiss over the tousled blonde strands of Dom’s hair. “I missed you, too.”

“Are you sure you want to marry a prat like me?” Dom inquires as he finally pulls back.

Cupping Dom’s face in his small hands, Billy looks deep into his eyes for a long, quiet moment. Finally, when Dom’s breathing catches, he finally speaks.

“In my whole life, I’ve never wanted anything more,” Billy says tenderly. “You’re in my heart, Dommie. Part of me. You’ve been there for a long time now, and I want you to stay there for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, Bills-”

Lips meet in the most gentle of kisses, the enormity of their emotions almost overwhelming them, Dom clutching at Billy’s strong shoulders to anchor himself as his knees begin to shake. So caught up in one another, they don’t hear the knock at the door.

“All right, Bill,” Viggo says as he enters the room. “Mark’s lost track of Dom, but he won’t have gone far- Hey! You two are supposed to do that after the ceremony, not before,” he chastises.

“We will,” Billy promises. “We just needed a minute.”

“Well, everyone’s here,” Viggo tells the couple, smiling at the comfortable intimacy between them. “Are you ready?”

Tipping his head to one side, Billy laces his fingers with the younger man’s. “Dommie?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “I’m ready.”

“Okay then,” Billy murmurs gently. “Just think, the next time you kiss me we’ll be married.”

“Yeah.”

“Have we got everything?” Viggo inquires.

“Almost,” Billy replies, moving over to the bed to pick up his sporran and fastening it around his waist before returning to Dom’s side.

Feeling calm, cared for, and so very loved, Dom smiles, and turns toward the door. “Shall we?”

“Definitely.”

Hand in hand, with Mark at Dom’s side and Viggo at Billy’s, the couple make their way out to the living room that has been transformed for the ceremony, and where their family and friends are waiting. The arm chair, couch, end tables with lamps and coffee table have all been cleared out for the day, to make room for their guests. Chairs have been arranged in a half-circle, surrounding the couple once they’ve taken their positions in front of the minister in front of the fireplace, Aureen, Austin and Matt grouped together, then Maggie and Emily, with Orlando next to her. It was Billy’s suggestion that added the final touch, in the form of two dozen candles placed throughout the room, bathing the intimate space in soft, golden light, much like the first night they made love, and the night he proposed to Dom.

The surprise addition to the guest list is Dr. Tyler, who graciously accepted when Dom called her and asked that she attend, if at all possible. They both shared in the laughter when they realized that the ceremony was planned to take place during what is usually their monthly session together. When Dom had asked Billy about adding her to the list, he’d agreed immediately, wanting the woman who’d helped Dom through a very painful journey get to see him on one of the happiest days of his life.

“We’ve come together today, to celebrate the joining of Dominic and William,” the minister begins, smiling at the two men. “Their journey has not been an easy one, but along the way, through good times and bad, they’ve had each other, and have found something that we all hope for, and few find.”

The nervousness that Dom felt before he went to see Billy is all but gone, replaced by a feeling of peace, and knowing in the center of his soul that Billy cares for him just as much as he does for him. Maybe even more. The struggles and victories of the last two years would never have happened if Billy had not come into his life, and not a day goes by that Dom isn’t grateful. Standing before his gentle lover, Dom has never felt surer of any decision in his entire life. This is where he belongs, and wants to be, with every fibre of his being.

“Dominic, you may say your vows whenever you’re ready,” the minister says, interrupting Dom’s thoughts.

Taking a moment and drawing in a deep breath, Dom focuses on the warmth of Billy’s eyes as he begins, recalling what the older man said earlier. As long as he speaks from the heart, and remembers that this is about love, he’ll be just fine.

“Years ago, I’d given up on love, on any hope of happiness for myself,” Dom says quietly. “I saw myself as ruined and used up, not worthy of affection or kindness. Certainly not love. And then I met you, Bills.”

Recalling how Dom looked and behaved, early in their relationship, Billy feels a twinge of sadness. There had been so much sorrow buried in Dom’s eyes back then, flat, grey and wary of anyone around him. He could smile with his mouth, but it never reached his eyes. That was then, and this is now.

“I could wrap the truth up in flowery words if I wanted to, but the truth is, you saved my life,” Dom continues, hearing his mother sniff in a valiant attempt to keep from crying, and catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of Maggie offering her hand to Aureen to hold for some comfort. “You saw a life worth saving, and for a long time I wondered how I could ever make that up to you. With no strings attached, you took me into your home, and extended a friendship with no hidden agendas. You cared for me, mind, body and soul, and helped me find my way back to the boy who I thought was long gone.”

Recalling a particularly pleasant memory, Dom smiles to himself. “Looking back, it really wasn’t much of a surprise that I fell in love with you, but you really shocked me when you fell in love with me, too. That, I never could’ve imagined.”

Billy gently squeezes Dom’s hands, his eyes growing moist at the words being spoken.

“You’re my best mate, my lover, and the only person I will ever want to spend the rest of my life with,” Dom finishes. “My heart is yours, and I know you’ll take care of it. I love you, Bills.”

Not wanting to interrupt the intimate spell between the two men, who have clearly overcome many obstacles to get to this moment, the minister’s voice is low and gentle. “William, you may say your vows whenever you’re ready.”

“All my life, I’ve wanted to find the person I was meant to be with, so I could love them, take care of them, and grow old with them,” Billy begins. “I tried doing it the traditional way, and that ended when I hurt someone, because I wasn’t the right one for her, no matter how hard I tried.”

Familiar with the pain Billy carries because of how he’d broken Ali’s heart, Dom gently gives Billy’s fingers a tender squeeze, his thumbs sliding over the back of his small hands.

“I was scared, but I tried it a second time, thinking that maybe this time I would get it right, only to discover that I wasn’t the right one there either, and that I’d hurt someone I cared about again,” Billy continues, wishing that he could’ve figured it out sooner, and spared Viggo unnecessary pain. “When it was over, I swore that I’d never allow that to happen again. I would find a different way to fill my life, in a way that could never hurt anyone.”

Shaking his head at the absurdity of it, Billy can’t help but smile ruefully, his eyes rich with memories. “After five long, hard years, I had that plan in place, but my resolve was no match, compared to you. That first night, I was drawn to you, was helpless to resist you. You crawled right into my heart, and you’ve been there ever since.”

When Dom remembers how that first evening came to a conclusion, in the pub’s tiny loo, he can’t help but blush. He’d had no idea what was in store for him, because of that night that he and Billy had spend several hours just talking. While Dom had never intended to open his heart, ever again, Billy proved to be stronger than his fears. The Scotsman had slowly earned his trust, and captured his heart in the process.

“The reason why you slipped into my heart so easily was because that’s where you belonged,” Billy says simply. “You were the one my soul was searching for, and it knew long before my head figured it out. That was when I couldn’t hold back anymore. I couldn’t bear to see you in pain, and I had to do something. My only regret is that I didn’t figure it out sooner, so that you could’ve been spared.”

Blinking rapidly as his eyes glisten brightly, Dom’s breath grows uneven at the memories of being attacked, and then how gentle Billy was in caring for him, tending to his injuries.

“It took me three tries, but I finally got it right,” Billy concludes. “That was because my heart chose, instead of my head. It knew where it wanted to be, where it belonged. With you. And there it’s going to stay, for the rest of my life, where I know you’ll take care of it, as if it were your own. I love you, Dominic.”

While the couple exchange the tradition vows, including the ‘I do’s’, Maggie dabs at her eyes, and even Emily wipes away a tear with a kleenex that Dr. Tyler offers her. The platinum band that Dom removed only this morning and gave to Viggo for safekeeping is returned to its rightful place on his finger, this time with a vow, and the same is done for Billy, Mark laying the precious piece of jewelry in Dom’s now steady hand.

“Witnessed by your beloved friends and family, it is my pleasure and my honor to pronounce you joined, for life.” Gesturing the couple to move closer, the minister finishes by saying, “As a sign of your union, you may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Curling into one another in a movement that is as natural as breathing, Dom sighs as his lips meet Billy’s in a tender kiss, the first of their married lives. They are completely unaware of the people surrounding them, smiling and clapping. In this moment, there is only the two of them, the promises they’ve just made, and the love that they share. It’s only for want of oxygen that they finally part, Dom blushing at the length and passion of their very public kiss, but very pleased when Billy keeps him cuddled close, gently possessive.

“We did it” Dom murmurs, pressing a kiss to Billy’s rosy cheek.

“Aye, we’re married,” Billy agrees.

“Yeah, and we're officially a ’we’ now,” Dom adds. “Not a ‘you and me.’”

Billy chuckles and gives Dom an affectionate squeeze. “That we are, Dommie love.”

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Orlando shifts closer to Viggo, sighing with contentment at their comfortable position, nestled together in a pair of chairs against the wall, watching Dom and Billy sway back and forth as they dance, a short distance away. A moment later, Viggo begins stroking the younger man’s dark curls as he presses a fond kiss to his temple.

“They look happy, don’t they?” he comments, smiling at the soft expression on both Dom and Billy’s faces, completely wrapped up in one another.

“Yeah, they do,” Orlando agrees. “It’s been a great day.”

“It has.”

Shortly after the ceremony, the small group had made their way to Tony’s Pizzeria, the couple explaining that they chose it specifically because it was the location of their first date. A group of tables had been set up in a quiet corner, and after a relaxed meal of pizza and sparkling wine, dessert was served, in the form of a two-tiered, chocolate and strawberry cheesecake.

It was Mark who came up with the finishing touch of two tiny grooms for the top, eliciting laugher when he told the amusing story of the strange looks he got when he purchased the two male figurines at a shop that specialized in wedding cakes. Once their empty plates had been cleared, Billy gave Viggo a mysterious nod, and less than a minute later, a familiar Beatles song was being piped through the restaurant’s sound system. Someday. The very song that Billy sang to him the night he asked Dom to marry him on New Year’s Eve. Ever since, the couple have been on the dance floor, wrapped up together, blissfully staring at one another and occasionally kissing.

“Happy?” Billy asks tenderly, his fingertips sliding up and down the small of Dom’s back, unable to look away from the dark, passionate eyes of his lover.

“So much that I can barely stand it,” Dom replies softly, drawing their bodies closer and resting his chin on Billy’s shoulder.

“Good.”

Tipping his head to one side so their hair is touching, Billy closes his eyes, just taking in the feeling of Dom, his partner, in his arms, the peace he feels, and the joy in knowing that they’re going to be together for years to come.

The couple are oblivious to the fact that they’re being watched, by both Dom’s parents and Maggie, who have become fast friends, much to the happiness of both men. Family is a precious thing, and they want to embrace that, because they understand how easily it can be lost. Mark and Emily have joined the happy couple on the dance floor for a couple of songs, but are currently sitting beside Viggo and Orlando, and along with Dr. Tyler, are engaged in an animated conversation.

“Dommie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hotel tonight?” Billy inquires, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of his lover’s neck. “It is our wedding night. We could go somewhere special.”

“We can, if you want to,” Dom replies as he straightens up so their eyes can meet.

“But you specifically said you didn’t want that,” Billy explains. “I just wondered why you wanted to stay at home.”

“It’s going to be our first time, as a married couple, yeah?” Dom asks carefully. “I thought that it would be special, you know, to share that in our bed, instead of some strange hotel.”

“You’re such a romantic, Dommeh,” Billy rasps, touched at the thought that Dom has put into their first night together. “That sounds perfect.”

“Good.”

“Are you ready to go, or do you want to stay for a while longer?”

Glancing over at their wedding guests, Dom purses his lips. “They seem to be doing all right, don’t they?”

“I think so.”

“Do you think they’d mind?”

“Dommie, it’s our wedding day,” Billy reminds him. “We can do whatever we want.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“We’ve shared the day with the people we care about,” Billy theorizes. “I think it’s time that we had some time alone. Just the two of us.”

“Yeah,” Dom agrees. “Let’s get out of here.”

Within a few minutes, the couple have said their goodbyes to everyone, and leave the restaurant hand in hand, to a chorus of well wishes. Stepping out into the early evening, Dom looks up at the sky and the stars that are just beginning to emerge, smiling when Billy’s arm slides around his waist.

“Do you want to take a walk?” Billy asks. “Or would you prefer to go right home?”

“The park isn’t really out of the way,” Dom tells him. “And the fresh air is nice.”

“Sounds good.”

Their pace relaxed, the couple stroll along the gravel paths through the park, just absorbing the emotions of the day, and the love that they’d been surrounded by, in the form of their family and friends. It’s been a very special day for all of them.

“You look beautiful, Dommie,” Billy murmurs when they pause at the bench they sat on a Christmas, and looked up at Billy’s star.

“Thank you,” Dom replies. “I loved seeing you in your kilt. I think you should wear it more often.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, unless my guess is off, you’re a very traditional Scot, when it comes to wearing a kilt,” Dom explains, the teasing in his tone causing Billy to smile.

“Are you asking me what I’m wearing under it?” Billy asks, almost demurely.

“No,” Dom replies. “I’m feeling confident that I already know that you’re not wearing any pants.”

“So smart, you are, my Dommie,” Billy murmurs before bringing their lips together in a warm kiss.

All to happy to curl into his lover’s arms, Dom returns the affection, and when they part, he turns and gazes up at the night sky, resting his head on Billy’s shoulder.

“Are you making a wish?” Billy asks softly, sliding his arms around Dom’s slender waist and looking up as well.

“No,” Dom replies, sighing with contentment before shifting in Billy’s embrace so their eyes meet. “I already have everything I could ever want. An incredible family, good friends, a life I love, and an amazing man to share it with.”

“I love you Dominic,” Billy says, his eyes shining. “Always.”

“I love you, too,” Dom tells him. “Let’s go home.”

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

With the lights turned low, the couple are stretched out on the couch together, wrapped up in each others arms, having discarded their jackets and ties. Dom’s blonde head rests on Billy’s chest, the older man’s small fingers stroking the soft strands at the nape of his neck.

“What are you thinking about?” Billy asks softly.

“I’m wondering what I’m supposed to call you now,” Dom admits. “Partner? Husband? Sexy bastard?”

Billy chuckles. “While I’m certainly not opposed to you thinking that I’m sexy, I think calling me Billy will work just fine in every day conversation.”

“I know that, you wanker,” Dom retorts, giving Billy’s kilt covered thigh a light slap. “I meant when we make introductions to people. Do you have a preference?”

“I like both, actually,” Billy replies after taking a moment to consider both options. “As long as they know I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” Dom says softly. “Mine. And I’m yours.”

For several minutes they don’t speak, not wanting to break the comfortable quiet, and then finally Dom looks up at Billy’s relaxed face.

“Something on your mind, love?” Billy asks softly, tipping his head to one side.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Dom replies, shifting up the couch so they’re eye to eye, but still curled up together. “I, uh, I have a wedding present for you.”

“Dommie, we said no gifts,” Billy protests, only to be silenced by a long finger pressed to his lips.

‘I didn’t spend any money on it, but it’s something I want to give you. Something special,” Dom explains. “If you want it.”

Searching his mind for what Dom could be talking about, Billy arches an eyebrow in thought, and then ever so gently tightens his arms around his lover’s slender body.

“And what might this gift be?” he inquires.

“It’s a first, actually,” Dom continues. “I’m pretty sure it won’t be for you, but I’d like to give it to you, if your ’standing invitation’ still holds.”

It takes a long moment, and then Billy understands what Dom is talking about, the conversation they’d had in the shower just hours after Dom had confessed his painful secret about the rape to him. In some ways it feels like a lifetime ago, and just yesterday in other ways. The thing that saves Billy from being worried is that there is no torment reflected in Dom’s expressive eyes.


Have you ever topped? Do you want to?


You don’t have to decide anything today. I just want you to know that there’s a standing invitation, if you want to.


“Oh, Dommeh,” Billy whispers in awe. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, love.”

“I know,” Dom says quickly. “You haven’t mentioned it since that day, so I wasn’t sure-”

“I just didn’t want to pressure you,” Billy explains gently. “You’ve worked very hard, and made such amazing progress. I’m so proud of you.”

“Do you still want to?” Dom asks, unable to hide the hope and desire in his eyes. “It’s the only true first I have for you, the one thing that no one else has touched. It would be yours, and yours alone.”

Lips come together in a brief, but achingly tender kiss, Dom letting his eyes close as he listens to the erratic beating of his heart thunder through his veins.

“Dommeh?”

Eyes snapping open, he meets Billy’s now heated gaze.

“Yeah?”

“I would love nothing more than to share that precious gift with you,” Billy says reverently.

“Tonight?”

“That sounds like a wonderful way to start our life together,” Billy tells Dom, his voice hoarse with emotion. “All I’ve ever wanted was to show you how you deserve to be loved, and give you something beautiful to help take away the bad memories. I’m honored.”

“You know, in a way,” Dom thinks aloud, a smile turning up the corners of his crooked mouth, “I’m a virgin on my wedding night.”

“Aye, you are,” Billy agrees, and stares hungrily at Dom’s pouty lower lip until Dom dips his head to bring their mouths together again.

For long minutes the couple’s lips meet and part in slow, luxurious kisses, unhurried as they lay curled up together on the couch. Hips begin to rock, soft murmurs of pleasure filling the quiet, and Billy can’t help but cry out in protest when Dom pulls back, breaking the intimate contact.

“What’s wrong?” he pants.

“Nothing,” Dom replies huskily. “I just thought we’d be more comfortable in our bed.”

“Lead the way,” Billy says invitingly.

It surprises Dom how effortlessly Billy seems to surrender his control, the trust in his smoldering green eyes only increasing Dom’s desire, and as they slowly make their way down the hall to the bedroom, Billy is pliant in the younger man’s embrace. Their lips don’t part until the back of Billy’s knees touch the edge of the bed, and then hands are tugging at buttons and zippers, eager to expose bare skin to touch and caress. Through half-lidded eyes, Billy watches Dom grow increasingly aroused, until there is a puddle of clothing at their feet, and the bodies are completely exposed, bare skin touching.

“How do you want me?” Billy asks when Dom glances at the bed after drawing back the coverlet, a tiny furrow gathering between his brows.

“Would it be easier if you were-”

“If you don’t have a preference, I’d like to be on my back,” Billy interjects when Dom trails off. “I want to look into your eyes when you’re inside me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Dom breathes, his breath catching at the intense expression in Billy’s eyes. “I’m presuming that you’ve done this before, but-”

“I have, but not for a long time,” Billy replies, nuzzling into the side of Dom’s neck and lapping at his pulse. “We’ve got all night, Dommie. We can take it slow.”

Letting his hands slide down Billy’s bare back to the curve of his arse, Dom gently traces the crease between his cheeks before allowing his finger to press into the dip at the base of Billy’s spine. When Billy used to pay him for their encounters, Dom became accustomed to touching Billy there, knowing that it gave him pleasure, and it’s in this moment that Dom realizes that he hasn’t touched Billy that way since they became lovers. How much Billy has evidently missed that contact becomes clear when his knees buckle, and he clings to Dom in an effort to stay upright.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dom whispers, holding Billy tightly to his body with one arm and repeatedly brushing across Billy’s tight entrance with the tip of his finger, eliciting a breathy mewl of pleasure.

“Didn’t want-” Billy pants, growing dizzy at the sensation. “Bad memories for you.”

Touched at the sacrifices Billy has made, in the hopes of preventing Dom pain, Dom captures his cherubic mouth in a searing kiss as he moves his finger in a tiny circle, and then guides them down to the mattress when Billy’s legs give way beneath him.

Shifting until Billy’s head is resting comfortably on the pillow, the older man tugs Dom closer, his thighs parted in welcome invitation, and Dom is helpless to resist him. At first the position feels strange, but when Dom looks down into Billy’s eyes, his nervousness fades away. A thought pops into his mind, and before he can voice the question, Billy speaks.

“What are you thinking?”

“In the beginning, you were always on top, but lately- like on our honeymoon-”

“Aye,” Billy agrees. “You were so nervous the first time, but I saw you start to change, get comfortable, and really enjoy it.”

“Did you think it would us get to here?” Dom asks, head tipped to one side. “Like this?”

“I admit, part of me hoped,” Billy replies. “But as long as you were happy, that’s all that really mattered to me. That, and I love watching you ride me. Your eyes are incredible when we’re making love.”

“Bills-”

Overwhelmed by the passion coursing though his lithe body, Dom captures Billy’s mouth in a deep, wet kiss, rocking his hips and moaning at the sensation of Billy’s hard erection rubbing against his belly, creating delicious friction. Never once does Billy attempt to take over, but instead allows Dom to lead them, just holding the younger man close and making his pleasure very clear. Lips part just long enough for Dom to reach over to the night stand, and after slicking his fingers with lubricant, warming the slippery substance, Dom gently slides them between Billy’s cheeks once again.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he requests quietly. “Please.”

“Aye, I promise,” Billy murmurs in reply, tipping his head back and welcoming Dom’s mouth against his neck, teeth gently nipping the tender skin before being soothed with a warm, wet tongue.

Resuming the erotic rhythm from before, Dom’s tongue delves between Billy’s rosy lips as his finger every so gently begins to loosen the tight ring, slowly increasing the pressure. One long finger is buried to the hilt when Dom realizes that Billy is trying to rock his hips, desperate for more friction and Dom can’t help but feel proud at the pleasure he’s bestowing on his lover. Billy is far more responsive than he expected, and when two slicked digits breach the older man, the ragged cry of ecstasy that tumbles from Billy’s swollen lips only serves to make Dom’s erection throb in anticipation.

The couple continues to kiss, long and deep, Billy’s hands gently pressing at the small of Dom’s slender back, ensuring that they stay intimately joined and encouraging Dom with every inch of his body. When Dom curls his fingers forward and pets the tiny bundle of nerves inside his lover, Billy bucks wildly, clutching at Dom and breathlessly begging for more. A third finger is carefully added, Dom slowing his movements, knowing that Billy will need more time to accommodate the intense stretch, and he doesn’t want to cause his lover any more discomfort than necessary. For him, the gift of this experience goes both ways.

Writhing with nearly unbearable pleasure, Billy shifts, bringing his knees up higher as his thighs part wide and he gazes up at Dom with smoldering eyes.

“Touch me,” Billy begs, arching his back and offering his chest to Dom’s lips, gasping when the younger man draws a nipple into his hot, wet mouth and sucks ravenously.

Dom is so caught up in worshiping his lover’s body that he’s surprised when he feels Billy’s small hand wrap around his erection, slippery with lubricant. The sensation is exquisite, and Dom pumps his hips, the friction helping to ease his need for release, and make this last as long as possible.

“Dommeh?”

Stilling, Dom looks up to meet Billy’s gaze, stunned at the emotions reflected in them. Nearly overcome, he reaches up with his other hand to cup Billy’s cheek, bringing their lips together for a tender kiss and a caress.

“I think I’m ready for you,” Billy adds softly as they part.

When Dom looks down, he realizes that all three fingers are buried to the hilt in Billy’s arse, and sliding in and out with ease. Billy is shaking at the surges of desire and pleasure rushing through his body, his chest heaving for breath as his belly quivers. In all the times that they’ve been together, sharing so much intimacy, Dom’s never seen Billy this wanton, and the deep trust in his eyes touches Dom all the way to his soul.

Slowly, Dom begins to withdraw his fingers, and kisses Billy through a whimper of distress at the loss of contact, smiling when he feels the older man’s hands grip his hips, so he can’t go too far. The moment his hand slips free, the now leaking tip of Dom’s erection is pressed against Billy’s prepared entrance to fill the void, and then he pauses.

“I love you,” Dom rasps, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“I know, Dommeh,” Billy replies on a breathy whisper, hands sliding over his lover’s lithe body in endless caresses. “Make love to me.”

There is no fear or doubt in Dom’s mind as he rocks his hips forward and gently breaches Billy, moving slowly and watching his lover’s face for any sign of discomfort. To his relief, there is only pleasure as their bodies slide together fully, Billy letting out a moan of ecstasy when Dom is buried to the hilt. Tilting his head to one side, Dom tenderly draws Billy’s lower lip into his mouth for a slow suck, rocking his pelvis in a gentle, lazy rhythm until Billy’s hands are grasping at his back and the older man is raising his hips to meet Dom’s thrusts.

“Right there,” Billy gasps suddenly as he breaks the kiss, Dom’s arousal sliding over the tiny bundle of nerves deep inside and dissolving any semblance of coherency. “Don’t stop, love.”

Capturing Billy’s cherubic mouth in a searing kiss, Dom does as requested, and begins to increase his speed, rendered speechless by the power of their shared passion. Distantly, he feels Billy’s legs wrap around his waist and tighten, and with his control all but gone, all Dom can do is surrender to the release that has been threatening to overtake him. Never before has Dom felt such immense pleasure, the enormity of what they’re sharing all but shattering what he’d hoped would happen, as this is more incredible than he could’ve ever imagined.

Orgasm washes over the lovers within seconds of one another, Billy first with a lusty cry and then Dom, slippery fluid coating their heaving bellies, and Dom’s release pulsing inside Billy as they collapse together. Bodies remain intimately locked, Billy’s ragged breath hot against Dom’s shoulder as they cling to one another, refusing to part. Eventually, breathing slows to normal and hearts stop pounding, and it’s only then that Dom pushes himself up onto his elbows, so their eyes can meet. Immediately, he’s awestruck by the blissful expression on Billy’s relaxed face, and sighs at the pleasurable sensation of small fingers sliding across his back, stroking the lean muscles and smooth, damp skin. They’re both completely spent, but cannot bear to be separated from this intimate position, needing each other close as it all sinks in.

“Bills?”

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you,” Dom murmurs. “That was-”

“Mmmm, it was,” Billy agrees, smiling gently when Dom trails off, unable to find the right words. “I should be thanking you, Dommeh.”

Long fingers slide across a bare shoulder, coming to rest at the hollow of Billy’s throat. “Are you all right?”

“Aye. I just have one question,” Billy replies, drawing back the damp blonde hair covering Dom’s forehead and lifting his head off the pillow to kiss the tip of Dom’s nose. “A request, actually.”

“And what’s that?”

“Please tell me that you might do that again someday,” Billy says wistfully, gazing deep into his lover’s dark, sated eyes.

A joyful smile lights up the younger man’s face. “Yeah?”

“Aye,” Billy agrees. “Now that I know how it feels when you’re inside me, making love to me, I’m hoping that you’ll want to do it again.”

“You do?”

“And again,” Billy confirms huskily, gazing intently at Dom’s rosy lips until their mouths come back together for a breathtaking kiss, limbs entwined and hearts overflowing with happiness.

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Chapter 33