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Title: Vulnerable Vanity
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R
Summary: Dom does yoga, Billy watches.
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 . . . More tomorrow. :)
Previous: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U
Leaning against the door frame, watching Dom go through his evening yoga routine of long stretches, deep breathing and taut positions, Billy’s never known anyone more dedicated to the sculpting of his own body. He recalls the first time he witnessed Dom struggle to perfect a difficult pose, how much he wanted to trace the firm lines of muscle with his fingertips and taste the dampness at the hollow of Dom’s throat with his tongue.
Billy didn’t give in to his urges that day, but has done so many times since. Those intimate encounters are special, different from when they’re overcome with the frenzied need for each others naked bodies. There’s just something about Dom in those moments, physically drained, but mentally rejuvenated, hungry to place himself in his lover’s hands, knowing the incredible pleasure that awaits. Unfortunately, that hasn’t been very often in recent months, because of their hectic schedules. As a result, they’ve learned to cherish the time they can spend together, like now. Ten days and eleven nights where the lovers can hide from the world. The people who know them best are well aware that when Dom visits Billy in Scotland, they are most definitely indisposed.
It’s been nine long weeks since Billy had the privilege of watching Dom practice his yoga. Sure, there have been phone calls, almost daily, but they pale in comparison to the sight of Dom’s long limbs quivering with effort, breath heavy, and skin damp with sweat. The urge to tug down the yoga pants clinging to Dom’s angular hips is almost unbearably strong, but somehow Billy resists, waiting patiently until Dom completes his routine. For a change, Dom’s flight was early, the Englishman arriving at the cottage before Billy was finished wrapping up his latest production at the theatre, and Billy knows it won’t be much longer now. Then they’ll be together, making up for lost time.
Usually, once Dom is finished, he rolls up the thin yoga mat and leans it into the corner next to the bed, keeping it within easy reach for the morning. This time, however, Billy watches Dom step off the mat, move closer to the closet door mirror that he uses to ensure correct posture and position, and eye his body critically. Long fingers tug the yoga pants down a few inches before splaying across his belly, a frown creasing his brow. Dom turns to the side, looking from a variety of angles, clearly not pleased with what he sees.
Exhaling a heavy sigh, Dom returns to the mat, and Billy realizes that he’s likely going to perform the demanding routine for a second time.
“Hey you,” he begins, closing the distance between them.
Noticing for the first time that he has an audience, Dom adjusts the waistband of his pants and stands up straight.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs gently, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist and bringing their lips together for a soft kiss. “What’s going on?”
“Just doing some yoga,” Dom replies mildly. “I won’t be too long.”
Turning Dom so he faces the mirror, Billy’s hands cup Dom’s hips while his chin rests on Dom’s bare shoulder. “Why don’t you like what you see?”
“I didn’t say-”
“I saw you.” Billy interjects, tipping his head and pressing a kiss to the side of Dom’s neck. “You just finished your yoga. Why you want to do more?”
“Want to look good for you,” Dom says softly, head turned away to hide his eyes. “Not as easy as it used to be. Need to do more.”
“I think you’re lovely,” Billy tells him. “Can’t stop looking at you.”
Dom looks up, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah?”
Stepping forward to bring their bodies together firmly, Billy rocks his hips, rubbing his growing erection against the sweet curve of Dom’s arse. “Feel that? Barely kissed you and I’m already getting hard.”
“Bills-” Dom moans raggedly, one hand reaching behind to grab a handful of Billy’s denim covered arse, the other guiding Billy’s eager fingers across his quivering belly. “Never want you to stop wanting me. Missed you. Missed you touching me.”
“Dommie, your body is just one of many things that turn me on,” Billy murmurs huskily, meeting Dom’s hungry gaze in the mirror. “I never want you to feel bad about how you look. Never.”
“I know it’s vain to-” Breaking off, Dom shamelessly rubs his arse against the hard ridge of Billy’s arousal. "You make me feel so good."
“Never going to stop wanting you, Dommeh,” Billy vows, tongue darting out to taste Dom’s earlobe. “I promise.”
“Always going to want you, too,” Dom replies breathlessly, crying out and arching his back when nimble fingers slide under the waistband of his yoga pants and curl around his erection, causing it to throb. “Bill-”
Writhing under his lover’s erotic touch, Dom is torn between grinding himself into Billy’s lap and thrusting forward into the hand stroking him in a teasing, sensuous rhythm. Distantly, he feels material puddle at his bare feet, exposing him completely, but is beyond caring as Billy continues his tender torture, kissing, petting and stroking Dom until his knees start to shake, threatening to collapse beneath him.
"Open you eyes, love," Billy requests gently. "I want you to see."
Dom starts to ask why, but is rendered speechless when he obeys, watching himself undulate against Billy's caresses, eyes dark with passion and bare skin flushed with arousal.
“Bill, please-”
“Please stop, or please more?” Billy murmurs with a teasing smile, fingers toying with a nipple, the rhythm of his other hand constant, only serving to increase Dom’s pleasure.
“Bed,” Dom gasps. “Take me to bed.”
After urging Dom to turn around, Billy replies, "I thought you'd never ask," then draws him into an incendiary kiss, driving any lingering doubts from Dom's mind.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
fin
Title: Vulnerable Vanity
Author:
dylan_dufresnePairing: BB/DM
Rating: R
Summary: Dom does yoga, Billy watches.
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 . . . More tomorrow. :)
Previous: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U
Leaning against the door frame, watching Dom go through his evening yoga routine of long stretches, deep breathing and taut positions, Billy’s never known anyone more dedicated to the sculpting of his own body. He recalls the first time he witnessed Dom struggle to perfect a difficult pose, how much he wanted to trace the firm lines of muscle with his fingertips and taste the dampness at the hollow of Dom’s throat with his tongue.
Billy didn’t give in to his urges that day, but has done so many times since. Those intimate encounters are special, different from when they’re overcome with the frenzied need for each others naked bodies. There’s just something about Dom in those moments, physically drained, but mentally rejuvenated, hungry to place himself in his lover’s hands, knowing the incredible pleasure that awaits. Unfortunately, that hasn’t been very often in recent months, because of their hectic schedules. As a result, they’ve learned to cherish the time they can spend together, like now. Ten days and eleven nights where the lovers can hide from the world. The people who know them best are well aware that when Dom visits Billy in Scotland, they are most definitely indisposed.
It’s been nine long weeks since Billy had the privilege of watching Dom practice his yoga. Sure, there have been phone calls, almost daily, but they pale in comparison to the sight of Dom’s long limbs quivering with effort, breath heavy, and skin damp with sweat. The urge to tug down the yoga pants clinging to Dom’s angular hips is almost unbearably strong, but somehow Billy resists, waiting patiently until Dom completes his routine. For a change, Dom’s flight was early, the Englishman arriving at the cottage before Billy was finished wrapping up his latest production at the theatre, and Billy knows it won’t be much longer now. Then they’ll be together, making up for lost time.
Usually, once Dom is finished, he rolls up the thin yoga mat and leans it into the corner next to the bed, keeping it within easy reach for the morning. This time, however, Billy watches Dom step off the mat, move closer to the closet door mirror that he uses to ensure correct posture and position, and eye his body critically. Long fingers tug the yoga pants down a few inches before splaying across his belly, a frown creasing his brow. Dom turns to the side, looking from a variety of angles, clearly not pleased with what he sees.
Exhaling a heavy sigh, Dom returns to the mat, and Billy realizes that he’s likely going to perform the demanding routine for a second time.
“Hey you,” he begins, closing the distance between them.
Noticing for the first time that he has an audience, Dom adjusts the waistband of his pants and stands up straight.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs gently, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist and bringing their lips together for a soft kiss. “What’s going on?”
“Just doing some yoga,” Dom replies mildly. “I won’t be too long.”
Turning Dom so he faces the mirror, Billy’s hands cup Dom’s hips while his chin rests on Dom’s bare shoulder. “Why don’t you like what you see?”
“I didn’t say-”
“I saw you.” Billy interjects, tipping his head and pressing a kiss to the side of Dom’s neck. “You just finished your yoga. Why you want to do more?”
“Want to look good for you,” Dom says softly, head turned away to hide his eyes. “Not as easy as it used to be. Need to do more.”
“I think you’re lovely,” Billy tells him. “Can’t stop looking at you.”
Dom looks up, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah?”
Stepping forward to bring their bodies together firmly, Billy rocks his hips, rubbing his growing erection against the sweet curve of Dom’s arse. “Feel that? Barely kissed you and I’m already getting hard.”
“Bills-” Dom moans raggedly, one hand reaching behind to grab a handful of Billy’s denim covered arse, the other guiding Billy’s eager fingers across his quivering belly. “Never want you to stop wanting me. Missed you. Missed you touching me.”
“Dommie, your body is just one of many things that turn me on,” Billy murmurs huskily, meeting Dom’s hungry gaze in the mirror. “I never want you to feel bad about how you look. Never.”
“I know it’s vain to-” Breaking off, Dom shamelessly rubs his arse against the hard ridge of Billy’s arousal. "You make me feel so good."
“Never going to stop wanting you, Dommeh,” Billy vows, tongue darting out to taste Dom’s earlobe. “I promise.”
“Always going to want you, too,” Dom replies breathlessly, crying out and arching his back when nimble fingers slide under the waistband of his yoga pants and curl around his erection, causing it to throb. “Bill-”
Writhing under his lover’s erotic touch, Dom is torn between grinding himself into Billy’s lap and thrusting forward into the hand stroking him in a teasing, sensuous rhythm. Distantly, he feels material puddle at his bare feet, exposing him completely, but is beyond caring as Billy continues his tender torture, kissing, petting and stroking Dom until his knees start to shake, threatening to collapse beneath him.
"Open you eyes, love," Billy requests gently. "I want you to see."
Dom starts to ask why, but is rendered speechless when he obeys, watching himself undulate against Billy's caresses, eyes dark with passion and bare skin flushed with arousal.
“Bill, please-”
“Please stop, or please more?” Billy murmurs with a teasing smile, fingers toying with a nipple, the rhythm of his other hand constant, only serving to increase Dom’s pleasure.
“Bed,” Dom gasps. “Take me to bed.”
After urging Dom to turn around, Billy replies, "I thought you'd never ask," then draws him into an incendiary kiss, driving any lingering doubts from Dom's mind.
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I really loved "tender torture" for some reason - it just sounds...gah! is about the only thing I can think right now :D
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So pleased that you're enjoying...
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Poor Dommie!
Eeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Have I mentioned that I wanna be Dominic in your fics? Goodness.
Thank you, Dylan.
*hugs tight*
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Thanks so much. :)
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Icon love!
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This is one of my favorites. :)