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ogreatitskate.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 11th, 2004 12:40 am)Title: Surprise
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ogreatitskate
Feedback: Yes!
Pairing: Monaboyd (Billeh/Dom)
Rating: NC-17 to the max
Disclaimer: It's all lies! None of this is real! I made it all up! I don't own anything! Not mine! Not mine!
A/N: Ah, yeah, this is pure pornography. Smut. And it contains a little kink, but nothing too extreme. But still -- it's teh pr0n. PWP. No redeeming value. Just smut. Smut smut smut. We should make shirts with a "/" sign on them that say "just smut it." Heh. x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
monaboyd and ogreatitskate. Thanks for reading. :D
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Dom smiles as he feels Billy’s hands slide around his waist and lock at the front, his lips finding the back of the neck. He lets out a small laugh at how direct Billy always is, always sharp, always there. “Hello, Billy,” he chuckles.
“I’ve got a su’prise fer yeh,” Billy murmurs against Dom’s shoulder, holding his hips lightly in place and grinding against Dom, the hardness of erection rubbing in an oh-so-enticing way. Dom cocks an eyebrow, turning around and sliding his arms over Billy’s shoulders.
“Do you know?” he asks, stealing a kiss, and beginning to back Billy up towards the bedroom.
“Mmm,” says Billy behind Dom’s lips, his fingers already reaching down and undoing Dom’s belt while turning around so that Dom would reach the bed first. “But yeh have to trust me, Dom. D’yeh?”
Dom’s lips opened a bit when Billy kissed him. “Alright, Bill. I trust you.”
“Good. Now get naked.” Billy unbuttons his shirt and tosses it off his shoulders, but makes no move to help Dom at all. Dom narrows his gaze somewhat, but removes his socks and shirt, his belt and trousers and finally pants, until he is naked and Billy stands before him in jeans, looking as nonchalant and carefree as if Dom were standing there completely clothed rather than naked.
“Good,” murmurs Bill, moving into Dom till his calves hit the back of the bed. “Lay down.”
Another hesitation on Dom’s part, but he does, scooting up the bed till his hands touch something cold, metallic. He moves his head around and something deep in his belly turns at the sight. Attached to the intricate twisted metal pattern of Billy’s headboard are chains, silvery shiny bright. But they aren’t that long -- at the end of the chains are leather cuffs, two and a half inches wide with two belt buckles on each one. Before Dom can even turn back, he hears Billy’s voice slithering down his spine.
“I told yeh y’ed need to trust meh.”
Dom’s head moves back towards Billy, and their lips meet together, tangling, and Dom can barely register the fact that the leather cuffs are going around his wrists one at a time, and being fastened to the point where they are almost too tight, and yet not nearly tight enough at all. Billy keeps kissing till Dom is flat on his back, prone and open.
Billy stared at the sight before him with a small smile tugging upwards at the corner of his lips. Dom was on the bed, face up, naked, wrists connected by leather and metal to the intricate metal headboard of Billy’s bed, and quickly becoming rather erect. He takes a moment to admire his handiwork, the curve of Dom’s hips and the flush of his cock, licking his lips subconsciously in anticipation. Dom soaks it in, playing the tart, putting on his best “fuck me now” face for Billy. He kneels down in front of Dom and begins to feel his way around.
Billy’s fingertips trace a pattern up and down the shaft of Dom’s cock, gently scraping the edges with his fingertips.
“Yeh know, Dom,” he muses, “I really like wot we’ve got ‘ere, between us and all, but I don’ think yer lettin’ meh in’te all of yeh deepest, darkest secrets.”
“Billy, I’m bound to your headboard and it looks like you’re about to go down on me. What on earth are you talking about?”
Billy gives a little shrug, his fingers till moving. “I jus’ think that yer dirtier than yeh let on, tats all.”
“Dirtier?”
“Mmm, dirtier. Like yeh like sum’tings that yeh don’ let out too often.”
Billy reaches one hand down under the bed, fumbles a shoebox open and returns his hand to the bed holding a ten-inch black dildo, smooth and rounded.
“A dildo? Is that all, Bills?” Dom asks, smiling contentedly as Billy begins to run the smooth length up and down Dom’s cock. “And for a minute there, you had me worried.” He closes his eyes and settles his head back against the pillow, soaking in the soft sensations.
The next thing Dom hears is the sound of a soft –click-, and then his eyes shoot open and he gasps for air, his shoulders moving up and his tongue getting caught at the back of his throat, because for a fleeting second Dom felt like there were a million soft pinpricks all along his body. He swallows, mouth hanging open, his pounding ears taking in the sound of a soft whirring coming from the bottom of the bed.
“It’s not jus a dildo, Dom,” Billy whispers, low in his chest, his eyes dark.
Before Dom can moisten his lips to begin a reply, that thing is touching him again, this time right at the head of his cock. Dom’s face crinkles up together – he’s more shocked at just how it feels than anything else, his feet angling up and as he pulls his ankles in. It’s not that it feels bad – fuck, it’s feels incredible – but it’s unlike anything Dom has ever felt before, it’s foreign and weird and definitely not human, not Billy. What is Billy, though, is the way he’s moving the vibrator all around Dom’s cock in circular loops, driving him slowly into heavier breaths and a drier mouth.
And of course, Billy starts talking, his accent sharp like a knife.
“Yeh see, Dom, there are some things like this that I think yer inta, but yeh don’ quite know yet.”
Suddenly Billy’s hand is pushing Dom’s cock up against his belly so it’s flat to his stomach, and starts to slide the dildo along his cock as if he were fucking something above it, fast and quick. Dom lets out a sharp cry and his hips give a little thrust up, because every time the black plastic touches Dom’s body, it’s a thousand other little touches that ping off every fiber and nerve and inch of flushed skin.
“I think yer dirtier than yeh let on, Dommie.”
Billy takes one of his hands away, but still holds the vibrator and Dom’s cock together between clenched fingers, the sensation constant and overwhelming. A slickwet finger is pushing against Dom, but Billy is gentle enough and it slides in as Dom tries to breathe evenly and relax against the onslaught of sensation and heat. Billy’s other hand is pulsing, squeezing, until finally he pulls off and away and Dom hears the sound of the vibrator stopping. Dom is nearly panting, and pushes his lips together to get them wet again, his heart racing, eyes wide.
“I think yeh kind of like this shit, Dom.”
There’s another lingering pause and then Dom feels a familiar-yet-strange poking at his ass. It’s not Billy, but it’s Billy’s Movements. There’s pressure, then sweethotburnstretch as the dildo slides up and in, and Dom cries out at every shove Billy gives it to get it in further, just like Billy does when he’s on top of Dom, just the way Dom likes it. It’s a bit bigger than Dom is used to, and he finds himself chewing on his bottom lip, focusing on letting himself get loose, but it’s so hard and so much that Dom isn’t sure he can. But fuck, does it feel fantastic.
“D’yeh want meh to turn it on now, Dom?”
“Jesus, Bill it’s – it’ll be too much –“
Twist, push up, slide in out in.
“Holy fuck--” Dom mewls.
“D’yeh want it, Dom?”
“Billy, I’m not sure I can –“
But it’s too late and Billy has pressed the base and everything in Dom just starts humming. The heels of his feet dig into the mattress as he pushes his hips up, trying to get away, because it just feels too good, but the pressure coming from Billy’s hand is constant, and he grabs Dom’s hip with his free hand and forces him back down on the bed. Dom’s eyes roll in his head and he is reeling, falling, and Billy is sliding the vibrator in and out and in and out and Dom’s skin on fire. He wonders how Billy can be so close to him without catching alight and burning up.
The vibrator is making a soft whirring noise which can barely be heard over the slow, steady breaths of Billy, in and out like the dildo, and the nonsensical half-phrases that Dom is muttering. He shuts his eyes tight, seeing stars, his lips pulled back in a snarl of contempt and hate and pain and need, loving every excruciating second of the bonds digging into his skin and the thrumming pulse of the vibrator sending his mind out of his body, flying.
“Shit shit shit, Bill --”
“Easy there, Dommie.”
“I can’t, no, it’s just too much, oh God, oh God, Billy, it’s so fucking – just – “ and Dom dissolves into another string of low, throaty moans that make Billy’s cock twitch in anticipation, the hand holding down Dom’s right hip sweating as his knuckles turn white from their grip.
The sensation for Dom is a dazzling combination of both new and old. It wasn’t like he had never had a cock up his ass before or had never seen a dildo, but there was something extraordinarily kinky in the expression on Billy’s face and the unrelenting pressure of his hand. Dom catches Billy’s face in flashes, opening and closing his eyes and seeing the small smirk curling on the side of his face and the wicked downward tilt of his eyebrows. Billy’s neck and cheeks are flushed with blood to create a glow around his skin, his eyes dancing over Dom’s bound body. His tongue flicks over his bottom lip, his chest forcibly moving up and down with each breath he labors to control.
What Dom forgets amidst his haze of pleasure is that this is a first for Billy, too, and seeing the way Dom’s toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head under his ministrations is incredible. He shoves the vibrator in hard, this time angling down, and the noise Dom makes in response just may be the hottest thing Billy has ever heard in his entire life. He fucks Dom with the toy, watching it vanish and appear again as Dom’s cock twitches and jerks in need.
Billy is more than happy to oblige him, and leans his head down to Dom’s cock, and just breathes, breathes out slowly through open lips, warm, moist air, as the dildo keeps sliding in and out.
“Oh you fucking bastard,” Dom sneers, his teeth clenched together and the tendons in his neck pulled tight.
Billy regains his composure as much as he can and smiles wickedly, a small laugh resonating out of his throat. He slows the pace of his thrusting down and looks up at Dom, who almost appears to be in pain.
“What d’yeh want meh to do, Dommie?”
“Fuck off, Bill.”
Billy slides the vibrator out, almost all the way, and Dom’s throat throws out a high-pitched whimper. “JesusfuckingChrist, Bill, please…”
“Please what, Dom?”
“Please, Bill, just fucking do it, fucking blow me!”
Billy figures that’s the best he’s going to get out of Dom in this position, so she slowly slides the vibrator back all the way in as he closes his wet lips around the head of Dom’s cock. Dom sighs, giving a little shiver, and moves his hips up, but Billy’s hand is there and he pushes Dom back down with a little extra force as his tongue travels up and down the length of Dom’s cock, wrapping and licking and sweetmotherofgod, thinks Dom, forgetting to breathe. It’s not long before Billy’s mouth is bobbing up and down on Dom’s prick to the same tempo that he’s fucking Dom with the vibrator, its little humming noise driving both men wild, driving them into carnality, into heat and touch and skin and fuckyesthere, there, Billy speeding up to a crescendo of sensation.
And everything Dom knows is being ripped apart, is crumbling down, is falling, and everything around him is endless and infinite -- and the vibrations are gone, sudden like heat, but Billy's there, he's always there, without a moment of separation, and Billy's mouth is gone and the spit he left behind on Dom’s cock is cold in the open air, and Billy’s fingertips are slipping because he's grabbing so hard and Dom's hips are so slick, but Billy is in, in, in, all the way, and Dom swears he's never felt so goddamn complete in his entire life. He yanks up, his wrists trapped and caught and he can't get to him and his toes fucking curl as his back bends and he rises automatically, his cock for looking for the slightest fucking bit of friction, for anything to take the edge off, but he can feel his arsehole pulsing around Billy's cock in time with his heartbeat and there is nothing, nothing, nothing in the world to compare to how hot Billy is and how perfectly he and Dom just fit.
What's coming out of Billy are noises, breathy and low and hissing, but Dom is talking, babbling, "Jesus fucking Christ, Billy" and "oh shit shit your cock," writhing on the bed and pulling against his bonds because he likes to feel the metal clasps digging into his skin and burning, scraping off his flesh and marking him as Billy's whore, his boy toy, but his, only his, only his.
And Billy is moving, fast and quick, and Dom is easy and smooth from the vibrator but still so fucking tight, and when he clenches his muscles Billy nearly screams and comes right there, but instead he presses, presses, digging his hips into Dom. It’s the first kind of touch that Dom’s throbbing cock has had since this game began, and it’s almost too much. He pushes his palms flat against the bed and sits up a little to get a better angle, but Billy’s swollen mouth finds Dom’s collarbone and sinks its teeth in, wanting every part of Dom to be part of him, wanting to be completed, wanting nothing more in the world than to be here, inside him, and hear Dom scream his name just like he screams the name of his god.
Billy is Dom’s god.
Neither of them can last long like this, and neither of them wants to. Now it’s all primal, carnal, it’s all pushing and grinding and thrusting and growling, all “Yeah, fuck me, Bill, Christ, fuck me,” and Billy’s hips slapping, stinging, leaving Dom’s flesh red and tender. Dom’s cock gets trapped between their bellies and he fucking moans, elbows bending, but he locks his arms up again to get back to that heat, back to that friction and touch. The chains that connect his wrists to the headboard clink against each other with a chiming metallic noise with every thrust of Billy’s hips and movement of Dom’s spine.
And Dom’s heat and Dom’s body are toxic, delicious, and his asshole is biting, clenching, suffocating, and before he can stop it, Billy is there -- he’s crying out in completion and holding himself hard inside Dom, and the feel of Billy’s cock quivering and twitching in him is just too much– and Dom comes, head thrown back, Billy’s bite mark on his collarbone throbbing with his pulse, throbbing with the same tempo as his ass around Billy’s cock, his head is reeling, his wrists bruised, his body invaded, his cock trapped between the smooth-flat expanses of his and Billy’s stomachs.
Only Billy knows that Dom screamed his name when he came.
When it’s over, Dom’s support brakes and he falls back onto the bed with a whoosh. Billy nearly collapses on top of him, but instead lets go of Dom’s hips and catches himself, lingering above him, breathing heavily. He slowly lowers himself onto Dom, slick chests and bellies sliding together, smooth wet sticky warm. Billy’s cock slowly creeps out of Dom with every post-orgasmic contraction his asshole gives, and all Billy can hear as he drifts in euphoria is a soft, contended laugh murmuring from Dom’s throat. Billy unhitches the loops around Dom’s wrists and slips them off, rolling off of him at the same time.
It’s several minutes before either of them can even begin to think about speaking.
“That was…”
“….yeah.”
“Holy shit, Billy. You never told me you could do…that.”
“Yeh never tol’me yeh liked it. It was a guess, really. Could’ve really fucked i’up.”
“Well, I do like it.”
Billy laughs. “Really now, Dom? I had no idea.”
There’s a short pause as Dom pulls his chin up to his chest and peers at the waylaid dildo.
“That thing is fucking lethal, Bill.”
“Mmm. But I trust yeh’ll want meh to use it again sum’time, eh Dommie?”
“Maybe.”
Billy cocks an eyebrow upwards.
“Or perhaps I’ll use it on you,” Dom muses, fingertips trailing down Billy’s belly.
They both smile as their lips meet in one last tangle of want and red, sinking into dreams and perfection, together.
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Author:
ogreatitskateFeedback: Yes!
Pairing: Monaboyd (Billeh/Dom)
Rating: NC-17 to the max
Disclaimer: It's all lies! None of this is real! I made it all up! I don't own anything! Not mine! Not mine!
A/N: Ah, yeah, this is pure pornography. Smut. And it contains a little kink, but nothing too extreme. But still -- it's teh pr0n. PWP. No redeeming value. Just smut. Smut smut smut. We should make shirts with a "/" sign on them that say "just smut it." Heh. x-posted to
monaboyd and ogreatitskate. Thanks for reading. :D.
Dom smiles as he feels Billy’s hands slide around his waist and lock at the front, his lips finding the back of the neck. He lets out a small laugh at how direct Billy always is, always sharp, always there. “Hello, Billy,” he chuckles.
“I’ve got a su’prise fer yeh,” Billy murmurs against Dom’s shoulder, holding his hips lightly in place and grinding against Dom, the hardness of erection rubbing in an oh-so-enticing way. Dom cocks an eyebrow, turning around and sliding his arms over Billy’s shoulders.
“Do you know?” he asks, stealing a kiss, and beginning to back Billy up towards the bedroom.
“Mmm,” says Billy behind Dom’s lips, his fingers already reaching down and undoing Dom’s belt while turning around so that Dom would reach the bed first. “But yeh have to trust me, Dom. D’yeh?”
Dom’s lips opened a bit when Billy kissed him. “Alright, Bill. I trust you.”
“Good. Now get naked.” Billy unbuttons his shirt and tosses it off his shoulders, but makes no move to help Dom at all. Dom narrows his gaze somewhat, but removes his socks and shirt, his belt and trousers and finally pants, until he is naked and Billy stands before him in jeans, looking as nonchalant and carefree as if Dom were standing there completely clothed rather than naked.
“Good,” murmurs Bill, moving into Dom till his calves hit the back of the bed. “Lay down.”
Another hesitation on Dom’s part, but he does, scooting up the bed till his hands touch something cold, metallic. He moves his head around and something deep in his belly turns at the sight. Attached to the intricate twisted metal pattern of Billy’s headboard are chains, silvery shiny bright. But they aren’t that long -- at the end of the chains are leather cuffs, two and a half inches wide with two belt buckles on each one. Before Dom can even turn back, he hears Billy’s voice slithering down his spine.
“I told yeh y’ed need to trust meh.”
Dom’s head moves back towards Billy, and their lips meet together, tangling, and Dom can barely register the fact that the leather cuffs are going around his wrists one at a time, and being fastened to the point where they are almost too tight, and yet not nearly tight enough at all. Billy keeps kissing till Dom is flat on his back, prone and open.
Billy stared at the sight before him with a small smile tugging upwards at the corner of his lips. Dom was on the bed, face up, naked, wrists connected by leather and metal to the intricate metal headboard of Billy’s bed, and quickly becoming rather erect. He takes a moment to admire his handiwork, the curve of Dom’s hips and the flush of his cock, licking his lips subconsciously in anticipation. Dom soaks it in, playing the tart, putting on his best “fuck me now” face for Billy. He kneels down in front of Dom and begins to feel his way around.
Billy’s fingertips trace a pattern up and down the shaft of Dom’s cock, gently scraping the edges with his fingertips.
“Yeh know, Dom,” he muses, “I really like wot we’ve got ‘ere, between us and all, but I don’ think yer lettin’ meh in’te all of yeh deepest, darkest secrets.”
“Billy, I’m bound to your headboard and it looks like you’re about to go down on me. What on earth are you talking about?”
Billy gives a little shrug, his fingers till moving. “I jus’ think that yer dirtier than yeh let on, tats all.”
“Dirtier?”
“Mmm, dirtier. Like yeh like sum’tings that yeh don’ let out too often.”
Billy reaches one hand down under the bed, fumbles a shoebox open and returns his hand to the bed holding a ten-inch black dildo, smooth and rounded.
“A dildo? Is that all, Bills?” Dom asks, smiling contentedly as Billy begins to run the smooth length up and down Dom’s cock. “And for a minute there, you had me worried.” He closes his eyes and settles his head back against the pillow, soaking in the soft sensations.
The next thing Dom hears is the sound of a soft –click-, and then his eyes shoot open and he gasps for air, his shoulders moving up and his tongue getting caught at the back of his throat, because for a fleeting second Dom felt like there were a million soft pinpricks all along his body. He swallows, mouth hanging open, his pounding ears taking in the sound of a soft whirring coming from the bottom of the bed.
“It’s not jus a dildo, Dom,” Billy whispers, low in his chest, his eyes dark.
Before Dom can moisten his lips to begin a reply, that thing is touching him again, this time right at the head of his cock. Dom’s face crinkles up together – he’s more shocked at just how it feels than anything else, his feet angling up and as he pulls his ankles in. It’s not that it feels bad – fuck, it’s feels incredible – but it’s unlike anything Dom has ever felt before, it’s foreign and weird and definitely not human, not Billy. What is Billy, though, is the way he’s moving the vibrator all around Dom’s cock in circular loops, driving him slowly into heavier breaths and a drier mouth.
And of course, Billy starts talking, his accent sharp like a knife.
“Yeh see, Dom, there are some things like this that I think yer inta, but yeh don’ quite know yet.”
Suddenly Billy’s hand is pushing Dom’s cock up against his belly so it’s flat to his stomach, and starts to slide the dildo along his cock as if he were fucking something above it, fast and quick. Dom lets out a sharp cry and his hips give a little thrust up, because every time the black plastic touches Dom’s body, it’s a thousand other little touches that ping off every fiber and nerve and inch of flushed skin.
“I think yer dirtier than yeh let on, Dommie.”
Billy takes one of his hands away, but still holds the vibrator and Dom’s cock together between clenched fingers, the sensation constant and overwhelming. A slickwet finger is pushing against Dom, but Billy is gentle enough and it slides in as Dom tries to breathe evenly and relax against the onslaught of sensation and heat. Billy’s other hand is pulsing, squeezing, until finally he pulls off and away and Dom hears the sound of the vibrator stopping. Dom is nearly panting, and pushes his lips together to get them wet again, his heart racing, eyes wide.
“I think yeh kind of like this shit, Dom.”
There’s another lingering pause and then Dom feels a familiar-yet-strange poking at his ass. It’s not Billy, but it’s Billy’s Movements. There’s pressure, then sweethotburnstretch as the dildo slides up and in, and Dom cries out at every shove Billy gives it to get it in further, just like Billy does when he’s on top of Dom, just the way Dom likes it. It’s a bit bigger than Dom is used to, and he finds himself chewing on his bottom lip, focusing on letting himself get loose, but it’s so hard and so much that Dom isn’t sure he can. But fuck, does it feel fantastic.
“D’yeh want meh to turn it on now, Dom?”
“Jesus, Bill it’s – it’ll be too much –“
Twist, push up, slide in out in.
“Holy fuck--” Dom mewls.
“D’yeh want it, Dom?”
“Billy, I’m not sure I can –“
But it’s too late and Billy has pressed the base and everything in Dom just starts humming. The heels of his feet dig into the mattress as he pushes his hips up, trying to get away, because it just feels too good, but the pressure coming from Billy’s hand is constant, and he grabs Dom’s hip with his free hand and forces him back down on the bed. Dom’s eyes roll in his head and he is reeling, falling, and Billy is sliding the vibrator in and out and in and out and Dom’s skin on fire. He wonders how Billy can be so close to him without catching alight and burning up.
The vibrator is making a soft whirring noise which can barely be heard over the slow, steady breaths of Billy, in and out like the dildo, and the nonsensical half-phrases that Dom is muttering. He shuts his eyes tight, seeing stars, his lips pulled back in a snarl of contempt and hate and pain and need, loving every excruciating second of the bonds digging into his skin and the thrumming pulse of the vibrator sending his mind out of his body, flying.
“Shit shit shit, Bill --”
“Easy there, Dommie.”
“I can’t, no, it’s just too much, oh God, oh God, Billy, it’s so fucking – just – “ and Dom dissolves into another string of low, throaty moans that make Billy’s cock twitch in anticipation, the hand holding down Dom’s right hip sweating as his knuckles turn white from their grip.
The sensation for Dom is a dazzling combination of both new and old. It wasn’t like he had never had a cock up his ass before or had never seen a dildo, but there was something extraordinarily kinky in the expression on Billy’s face and the unrelenting pressure of his hand. Dom catches Billy’s face in flashes, opening and closing his eyes and seeing the small smirk curling on the side of his face and the wicked downward tilt of his eyebrows. Billy’s neck and cheeks are flushed with blood to create a glow around his skin, his eyes dancing over Dom’s bound body. His tongue flicks over his bottom lip, his chest forcibly moving up and down with each breath he labors to control.
What Dom forgets amidst his haze of pleasure is that this is a first for Billy, too, and seeing the way Dom’s toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head under his ministrations is incredible. He shoves the vibrator in hard, this time angling down, and the noise Dom makes in response just may be the hottest thing Billy has ever heard in his entire life. He fucks Dom with the toy, watching it vanish and appear again as Dom’s cock twitches and jerks in need.
Billy is more than happy to oblige him, and leans his head down to Dom’s cock, and just breathes, breathes out slowly through open lips, warm, moist air, as the dildo keeps sliding in and out.
“Oh you fucking bastard,” Dom sneers, his teeth clenched together and the tendons in his neck pulled tight.
Billy regains his composure as much as he can and smiles wickedly, a small laugh resonating out of his throat. He slows the pace of his thrusting down and looks up at Dom, who almost appears to be in pain.
“What d’yeh want meh to do, Dommie?”
“Fuck off, Bill.”
Billy slides the vibrator out, almost all the way, and Dom’s throat throws out a high-pitched whimper. “JesusfuckingChrist, Bill, please…”
“Please what, Dom?”
“Please, Bill, just fucking do it, fucking blow me!”
Billy figures that’s the best he’s going to get out of Dom in this position, so she slowly slides the vibrator back all the way in as he closes his wet lips around the head of Dom’s cock. Dom sighs, giving a little shiver, and moves his hips up, but Billy’s hand is there and he pushes Dom back down with a little extra force as his tongue travels up and down the length of Dom’s cock, wrapping and licking and sweetmotherofgod, thinks Dom, forgetting to breathe. It’s not long before Billy’s mouth is bobbing up and down on Dom’s prick to the same tempo that he’s fucking Dom with the vibrator, its little humming noise driving both men wild, driving them into carnality, into heat and touch and skin and fuckyesthere, there, Billy speeding up to a crescendo of sensation.
And everything Dom knows is being ripped apart, is crumbling down, is falling, and everything around him is endless and infinite -- and the vibrations are gone, sudden like heat, but Billy's there, he's always there, without a moment of separation, and Billy's mouth is gone and the spit he left behind on Dom’s cock is cold in the open air, and Billy’s fingertips are slipping because he's grabbing so hard and Dom's hips are so slick, but Billy is in, in, in, all the way, and Dom swears he's never felt so goddamn complete in his entire life. He yanks up, his wrists trapped and caught and he can't get to him and his toes fucking curl as his back bends and he rises automatically, his cock for looking for the slightest fucking bit of friction, for anything to take the edge off, but he can feel his arsehole pulsing around Billy's cock in time with his heartbeat and there is nothing, nothing, nothing in the world to compare to how hot Billy is and how perfectly he and Dom just fit.
What's coming out of Billy are noises, breathy and low and hissing, but Dom is talking, babbling, "Jesus fucking Christ, Billy" and "oh shit shit your cock," writhing on the bed and pulling against his bonds because he likes to feel the metal clasps digging into his skin and burning, scraping off his flesh and marking him as Billy's whore, his boy toy, but his, only his, only his.
And Billy is moving, fast and quick, and Dom is easy and smooth from the vibrator but still so fucking tight, and when he clenches his muscles Billy nearly screams and comes right there, but instead he presses, presses, digging his hips into Dom. It’s the first kind of touch that Dom’s throbbing cock has had since this game began, and it’s almost too much. He pushes his palms flat against the bed and sits up a little to get a better angle, but Billy’s swollen mouth finds Dom’s collarbone and sinks its teeth in, wanting every part of Dom to be part of him, wanting to be completed, wanting nothing more in the world than to be here, inside him, and hear Dom scream his name just like he screams the name of his god.
Billy is Dom’s god.
Neither of them can last long like this, and neither of them wants to. Now it’s all primal, carnal, it’s all pushing and grinding and thrusting and growling, all “Yeah, fuck me, Bill, Christ, fuck me,” and Billy’s hips slapping, stinging, leaving Dom’s flesh red and tender. Dom’s cock gets trapped between their bellies and he fucking moans, elbows bending, but he locks his arms up again to get back to that heat, back to that friction and touch. The chains that connect his wrists to the headboard clink against each other with a chiming metallic noise with every thrust of Billy’s hips and movement of Dom’s spine.
And Dom’s heat and Dom’s body are toxic, delicious, and his asshole is biting, clenching, suffocating, and before he can stop it, Billy is there -- he’s crying out in completion and holding himself hard inside Dom, and the feel of Billy’s cock quivering and twitching in him is just too much– and Dom comes, head thrown back, Billy’s bite mark on his collarbone throbbing with his pulse, throbbing with the same tempo as his ass around Billy’s cock, his head is reeling, his wrists bruised, his body invaded, his cock trapped between the smooth-flat expanses of his and Billy’s stomachs.
Only Billy knows that Dom screamed his name when he came.
When it’s over, Dom’s support brakes and he falls back onto the bed with a whoosh. Billy nearly collapses on top of him, but instead lets go of Dom’s hips and catches himself, lingering above him, breathing heavily. He slowly lowers himself onto Dom, slick chests and bellies sliding together, smooth wet sticky warm. Billy’s cock slowly creeps out of Dom with every post-orgasmic contraction his asshole gives, and all Billy can hear as he drifts in euphoria is a soft, contended laugh murmuring from Dom’s throat. Billy unhitches the loops around Dom’s wrists and slips them off, rolling off of him at the same time.
It’s several minutes before either of them can even begin to think about speaking.
“That was…”
“….yeah.”
“Holy shit, Billy. You never told me you could do…that.”
“Yeh never tol’me yeh liked it. It was a guess, really. Could’ve really fucked i’up.”
“Well, I do like it.”
Billy laughs. “Really now, Dom? I had no idea.”
There’s a short pause as Dom pulls his chin up to his chest and peers at the waylaid dildo.
“That thing is fucking lethal, Bill.”
“Mmm. But I trust yeh’ll want meh to use it again sum’time, eh Dommie?”
“Maybe.”
Billy cocks an eyebrow upwards.
“Or perhaps I’ll use it on you,” Dom muses, fingertips trailing down Billy’s belly.
They both smile as their lips meet in one last tangle of want and red, sinking into dreams and perfection, together.
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Oh Hell Yes !
“I think yeh kind of like this shit, Dom.”
Oh Hell Yes once again !
"It’s several minutes before either of them can even begin to think about speaking."
They are not the only ones in this situation. *reader adopts fetal position*
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may i just say, that...i feel so honored and blessed that i got to meet someone this talented and creative (and with a mind like THIS. *smirk*)
i'm having MASSIVE cleve missings and this is NOT helping tonight.
although it IS a good thing. this was FANFUCKINGTASTIC! SO hothothot and just...guh...and all the things it should be. this is what you've reduced me to. i can't even review properly! it was perfect. *happy sigh*
*fistlove*
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*gloms with the Cleveness*
And thanks! :D
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Whoa *fans self* decides to get a clean pair of knickers, changes mind and has a cold shower instead then puts on a clean pair of knickers.
You sure do know how to write teh prOn. I want one of those T-shirts.
Feel free to do that again.
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That most definitely earned a place in my memories.
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*dies in shakespearean sense of the verb*
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*un-dies*
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mmmmfuckyeah. So hot.
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This must be the filthiest thing I've ever read! I LOVE IT!
Uhm, I'll take that cigarette now! *wipes forehead*
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wheeeeeeee.
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*tips cap* Glad to be of service, ma'am. :)