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Title: Need
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Billy is needy. He's desperate, which is wrong because Billy doesn't do needy. He doesn't do desperate.
Notes: Blame this on an angsty character with issues too close to my own.
The sort of desperation on Dom’s lips is nothing new, but the aching earnest pressure that Billy is pushing back with is a thing of newness. Dom wants to caress Billy’s cheek, tell him that everything is going to be okay, but he can’t do that. He can’t stop the cries of pain, and pleasure coming from Billy’s throat, nor does he want to. Dom focuses on just kissing Billy – cupping his face with his hands gently and pushing against his lips brutally with too much heat, and too much need – closing his eyes and saving questions for later.
Billy won’t cry. He won’t shed a tear, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel pain. Dom knows what pain is like. He’s known too long, and he’s seen it too often. Billy inhales shakily as he forces a tiny bit of distance between their lips. It’s not enough space so that Dom doesn’t feel it. He presses his forehead to Billy’s and simply rests there, running his fingers down the side of Billy’s face.
“I can’t ask anything of you,” Billy says quietly and evenly. The words are like a dream to Dom, hazy in his ears and barely real. Dom nods slowly, never parting from Billy’s skin.
“You’re not asking anything,” Dom replies simply.
“Dom, I…” Billy begins to speak in argument.
“You are not asking anything,” Dom cuts him off harshly, preventing any further arguments by pressing his lips to Billy’s again, slipping his tongue into his mouth and wrapping one arm around Billy’s neck to pull him closer, teeth grazing against skin.
And the one thing that Dom notices underneath it all is that Billy is just so desperate. He’s being needy. Billy doesn’t do needy, doesn’t do desperate. Dom isn’t going to ask. Not until morning.
Dom pulls away, breathing raggedly against Billy’s lips, eyes focusing straightforward as he wraps his mind around the words he wants to say next. These are the words that are going to make what happens next all right. They need to be perfect, they need to be…
“Dom, I need you,” Billy interrupts his thoughts with a hoarse growl.
And those are the words that will make the night all right. Dom pushes his body against Billy’s, forcing them to stumble backwards until Billy hits the wall. Dom’s hand is crushed up against it with Billy’s back as Dom moves his other hand into Billy’s trousers, savagely kissing Billy with quick lips, never lingering in one spot too long. Billy provides a constant soundtrack of moans, whimpers, and cries.
Billy pushes his hips up against Dom, and Dom wants to cry out as the heat hits his body, and Billy’s erection digs into his thigh. He settles for pulling away and nipping at Billy’s neck, sucking his earlobe and crying out in a constant cycle of: “Billy, fuck, oh god, Billy.”
Billy takes their bodies and guides Dom over to the table, sitting atop it and leaning backwards until his head rests against the wall. He spreads his legs open and gives Dom an invitation that screams louder than words ever could.
“Billy, are you sure?” Dom asks with a raised eyebrow, already digging through his wallet to find a condom, and wondering just where Billy keeps the lube in the room. “Are you sure that you want…”
“I said,” Billy growls, “I need you, Dominic.” He stares at Dom, lowering the sound of his voice. “You don’t get to walk around, flitting about with your touches, and your promises and then not follow through.”
“No,” Dom says with a nod. “I suppose not.”
“Not when I need it most,” Billy adds emphatically in a voice that sounds raw with pain. “So then, Dommie, are you going to deny me?”
“I couldn’t,” Dom replies, forcing a small smile before leaning forward and undoing the clasp on Billy’s trousers, shoving them down and grazing his teeth over Billy’s navel. “I couldn’t say no to you,” he murmurs against Billy’s skin, his cheek dangerously close to Billy’s cock as Dom’s hands pull down Billy’s trousers and pants all at once.
Dom looks around the room frantically, knowing that there has to lube around there somewhere. He doesn’t want to step away – not when he’s so close, not when his blood is rushing through his body at a breakneck pace, not when Billy is so close. He lets out a strangled cry of frustration when one of Billy’s feet finds its way between his thighs and begins to massage his balls.
“Billy,” he cries out, gasping air, “where is the…the…?”
“This?” Billy replies quietly and calmly, pressing a small tube into Dom’s palm. Dom grins and nods vehemently, leaning forward and taking Billy’s cock into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it as though he’s been doing this for years – knowing this is only one of the first times, but trying to push that thought away – and throws away hesitation as he takes Billy deep into his throat, running his tongue around and over Billy’s cock.
Dom flicks his tongue over the head of Billy’s cock before pulling away and giving a cocky grin. He strips himself of any clothing below his waist and rolls the condom on, immediately laving his fingers with lube in a smooth process he hopes looks as good as he thinks it will. He coaxes Billy’s legs upwards – guiding them until they’re wrapped around Dom’s neck – and presses a gentle kiss to each of Billy’s knees, grinning at the comical nature of the situation.
When he pushes three fingers into Billy, the humour is gone. All that Dom can do is look straight into Billy’s eyes, focusing on everything there. The masks, the layers, the happiness, the need, and the pain. Dom wants to make it all go away.
He shifts a little so that he can look at Billy’s eyes – splintering with all sorts of emotion that Dom can’t even begin to describe – and pushes into him slowly. Softly murmuring “Ich habe dich geliebt,” under his breath, he prays that Billy never understands him. When the heat in Billy is too much for such a slow pace, Dom increases his speed, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he gives low and constant groans.
Billy whimpers and he cries out hoarsely. He makes sounds that Dom wants to commit to memory forever, but fears -- knows -- he’ll forget as soon as the sun rises. When Dom pushes the deepest into Billy, that’s what Billy comes with a strangled and loud cry – one with no name attached to it.
Dom pulls away from Billy, standing off to the side as he tries to comprehend what has just happened. He pulls up his pants and his trousers, keeping his eyes on Billy because Billy has the answers. He always has.
“Why did you come here, Billy?” Dom asks quietly, almost afraid of the answer. Billy is too far for him to touch comfortably, but he isn’t out of reach. Dom knows that he isn’t Billy’s girl, is nothing like her, and is never going to resemble her in the slightest. Billy turns to look at him, hiding nothing in his face any longer. There is nothing but sheer vulnerability in his eyes. “Why me?”
“Because you still love me, Dommie,” Billy responds softly and painfully.
And Dom does.
Because Dom has never stopped.
THE END
Translation:
Ich habe dich geliebt: I have loved you.
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Billy is needy. He's desperate, which is wrong because Billy doesn't do needy. He doesn't do desperate.
Notes: Blame this on an angsty character with issues too close to my own.
The sort of desperation on Dom’s lips is nothing new, but the aching earnest pressure that Billy is pushing back with is a thing of newness. Dom wants to caress Billy’s cheek, tell him that everything is going to be okay, but he can’t do that. He can’t stop the cries of pain, and pleasure coming from Billy’s throat, nor does he want to. Dom focuses on just kissing Billy – cupping his face with his hands gently and pushing against his lips brutally with too much heat, and too much need – closing his eyes and saving questions for later.
Billy won’t cry. He won’t shed a tear, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel pain. Dom knows what pain is like. He’s known too long, and he’s seen it too often. Billy inhales shakily as he forces a tiny bit of distance between their lips. It’s not enough space so that Dom doesn’t feel it. He presses his forehead to Billy’s and simply rests there, running his fingers down the side of Billy’s face.
“I can’t ask anything of you,” Billy says quietly and evenly. The words are like a dream to Dom, hazy in his ears and barely real. Dom nods slowly, never parting from Billy’s skin.
“You’re not asking anything,” Dom replies simply.
“Dom, I…” Billy begins to speak in argument.
“You are not asking anything,” Dom cuts him off harshly, preventing any further arguments by pressing his lips to Billy’s again, slipping his tongue into his mouth and wrapping one arm around Billy’s neck to pull him closer, teeth grazing against skin.
And the one thing that Dom notices underneath it all is that Billy is just so desperate. He’s being needy. Billy doesn’t do needy, doesn’t do desperate. Dom isn’t going to ask. Not until morning.
Dom pulls away, breathing raggedly against Billy’s lips, eyes focusing straightforward as he wraps his mind around the words he wants to say next. These are the words that are going to make what happens next all right. They need to be perfect, they need to be…
“Dom, I need you,” Billy interrupts his thoughts with a hoarse growl.
And those are the words that will make the night all right. Dom pushes his body against Billy’s, forcing them to stumble backwards until Billy hits the wall. Dom’s hand is crushed up against it with Billy’s back as Dom moves his other hand into Billy’s trousers, savagely kissing Billy with quick lips, never lingering in one spot too long. Billy provides a constant soundtrack of moans, whimpers, and cries.
Billy pushes his hips up against Dom, and Dom wants to cry out as the heat hits his body, and Billy’s erection digs into his thigh. He settles for pulling away and nipping at Billy’s neck, sucking his earlobe and crying out in a constant cycle of: “Billy, fuck, oh god, Billy.”
Billy takes their bodies and guides Dom over to the table, sitting atop it and leaning backwards until his head rests against the wall. He spreads his legs open and gives Dom an invitation that screams louder than words ever could.
“Billy, are you sure?” Dom asks with a raised eyebrow, already digging through his wallet to find a condom, and wondering just where Billy keeps the lube in the room. “Are you sure that you want…”
“I said,” Billy growls, “I need you, Dominic.” He stares at Dom, lowering the sound of his voice. “You don’t get to walk around, flitting about with your touches, and your promises and then not follow through.”
“No,” Dom says with a nod. “I suppose not.”
“Not when I need it most,” Billy adds emphatically in a voice that sounds raw with pain. “So then, Dommie, are you going to deny me?”
“I couldn’t,” Dom replies, forcing a small smile before leaning forward and undoing the clasp on Billy’s trousers, shoving them down and grazing his teeth over Billy’s navel. “I couldn’t say no to you,” he murmurs against Billy’s skin, his cheek dangerously close to Billy’s cock as Dom’s hands pull down Billy’s trousers and pants all at once.
Dom looks around the room frantically, knowing that there has to lube around there somewhere. He doesn’t want to step away – not when he’s so close, not when his blood is rushing through his body at a breakneck pace, not when Billy is so close. He lets out a strangled cry of frustration when one of Billy’s feet finds its way between his thighs and begins to massage his balls.
“Billy,” he cries out, gasping air, “where is the…the…?”
“This?” Billy replies quietly and calmly, pressing a small tube into Dom’s palm. Dom grins and nods vehemently, leaning forward and taking Billy’s cock into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it as though he’s been doing this for years – knowing this is only one of the first times, but trying to push that thought away – and throws away hesitation as he takes Billy deep into his throat, running his tongue around and over Billy’s cock.
Dom flicks his tongue over the head of Billy’s cock before pulling away and giving a cocky grin. He strips himself of any clothing below his waist and rolls the condom on, immediately laving his fingers with lube in a smooth process he hopes looks as good as he thinks it will. He coaxes Billy’s legs upwards – guiding them until they’re wrapped around Dom’s neck – and presses a gentle kiss to each of Billy’s knees, grinning at the comical nature of the situation.
When he pushes three fingers into Billy, the humour is gone. All that Dom can do is look straight into Billy’s eyes, focusing on everything there. The masks, the layers, the happiness, the need, and the pain. Dom wants to make it all go away.
He shifts a little so that he can look at Billy’s eyes – splintering with all sorts of emotion that Dom can’t even begin to describe – and pushes into him slowly. Softly murmuring “Ich habe dich geliebt,” under his breath, he prays that Billy never understands him. When the heat in Billy is too much for such a slow pace, Dom increases his speed, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he gives low and constant groans.
Billy whimpers and he cries out hoarsely. He makes sounds that Dom wants to commit to memory forever, but fears -- knows -- he’ll forget as soon as the sun rises. When Dom pushes the deepest into Billy, that’s what Billy comes with a strangled and loud cry – one with no name attached to it.
Dom pulls away from Billy, standing off to the side as he tries to comprehend what has just happened. He pulls up his pants and his trousers, keeping his eyes on Billy because Billy has the answers. He always has.
“Why did you come here, Billy?” Dom asks quietly, almost afraid of the answer. Billy is too far for him to touch comfortably, but he isn’t out of reach. Dom knows that he isn’t Billy’s girl, is nothing like her, and is never going to resemble her in the slightest. Billy turns to look at him, hiding nothing in his face any longer. There is nothing but sheer vulnerability in his eyes. “Why me?”
“Because you still love me, Dommie,” Billy responds softly and painfully.
And Dom does.
Because Dom has never stopped.
THE END
Translation:
Ich habe dich geliebt: I have loved you.
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That was so sweet/hot. ^_^ I love...love the fact that Dom says "I have loved you" instead of just "I love you"... It's like saying he loved him in the past and is still presently loving him all at the same time...
*random squeeing*
I loved that.
Or...I have loved that. =^___^=
Wonderful. ^^
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sorry to be rude but i really like your icon pic where did you get it?
thanks
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Thanks for the comment!
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And guh. Just, guh. Who doesn't have the german!dom kink? :-D
Thanks for reading!
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i needed that:D
i love Dom speaking German durring sex and i like the little bit of angst u put in there too:D
awesome!
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*loves on you*
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Thanks for reading.