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goldenglitter
Website: aesthetic gods
Rating: R...ish.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: I'm new to lotr rps, and in all honesty, I don't know much about Billy or Dom. I just kind of looked at Dom and said "aw." and it was all downhill from there. Enjoy.
Dom can't ever sleep in his own fucking bed.
For months on end, every single night I hear him knocking on my hotel room door. Just a quiet tap, like's he's almost scared to wake me up. But he just keeps on knocking. Pulling me out of sleep, out of bed, out of all rational action until I'm pulling the door open and letting him brush up against me while he passes.
He makes straight for my bed. Always halfway tangled in the sheets before I can even protest. I don't have the heart to tell him that he talks in his sleep. Or that he gets a little too greedy with the covers. Honestly, I kind of like watching him sleep next to me.
I climb back into bed with him. Just slightly pushing his legs over with my own. I get down next to him and close my eyes. Making like I'm going back to sleep. And then he presses his nose into my arm. I feel the flutter of eyelashes against my skin. He's trying to be cute, and I'm trying to ignore the fact that it's working.
I think I might be slipping back into something similar to sleep, when I feel his arm creeping across my stomach. Slowly, like he's not sure if he should be. I look down and his eyes are squeezed tight. Too tight for him to actually be sleeping. I don't see any harm, so I let him have his cuddle. Try to forget that his breath is filtering down over my chest.
It only takes a few minutes before he's inched closer. He's got his cheek pressed against my skin. Still pretending that he's sleeping. He can't possibly think that I'm buying it, but I still don't say anything. Probably because I might be enjoying it. I haven't felt a touch like his in months. Enough time to make me want more of it.
His fingers curl around my side and he stops there. Right when my breath is just starting to catch short in my throat.
I wait for a while, trying to force myself to breathe. Trying to talk some last minute sense into myself. It doesn't work, because I can already feel my body turning. Slow. So slow I'm not entirely sure I'm moving at all. I'm being careful for some reason. Giving myself plenty of space in case I want to chicken out at the last second.
I don't chicken out. Instead, my lips brush against his. And it's something electric buzzing in the pit of my stomach. A feeling I haven't felt in a long, long time. I keep my lips there, just barely on his, until his start to move against mine. He might have been stunned, but I know this is what he's been shooting for all these nights. Just a few touches and a random kiss.
It goes way beyond that.
When I draw my next breath, my tongue is twisted around his. His hands are tight against my jaw. He's making some sort of desperate noise that's forcing me to keep going. Further and further.
He sinks his head into his pillow and breaks the kiss. "Billy, what is this?" he asks. In a voice that tells me he's really not sure of what he's doing. I smile a little and brush the hair off his forehead.
"Whatever you want." I answer. And all of a sudden, it's desperate again. He manages to get up on his elbows and push me down on the bed. Crawls on top. Crashes his lips right back down onto mine.
After that it's all flashes.
Flash. Dom on top of me. Lips sunk into my neck. Flash. Me groping at every part of him I can find. Flash. Only the faint outline of him in the dark room. Moving. Thrusting. Flash. He bites his lip. Flash. He bites my lip. Flash. His chest heaves when he pulls in that last breath.
Flash. It's finally time to sleep.
Author:
goldenglitterWebsite: aesthetic gods
Rating: R...ish.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: I'm new to lotr rps, and in all honesty, I don't know much about Billy or Dom. I just kind of looked at Dom and said "aw." and it was all downhill from there. Enjoy.
Dom can't ever sleep in his own fucking bed.
For months on end, every single night I hear him knocking on my hotel room door. Just a quiet tap, like's he's almost scared to wake me up. But he just keeps on knocking. Pulling me out of sleep, out of bed, out of all rational action until I'm pulling the door open and letting him brush up against me while he passes.
He makes straight for my bed. Always halfway tangled in the sheets before I can even protest. I don't have the heart to tell him that he talks in his sleep. Or that he gets a little too greedy with the covers. Honestly, I kind of like watching him sleep next to me.
I climb back into bed with him. Just slightly pushing his legs over with my own. I get down next to him and close my eyes. Making like I'm going back to sleep. And then he presses his nose into my arm. I feel the flutter of eyelashes against my skin. He's trying to be cute, and I'm trying to ignore the fact that it's working.
I think I might be slipping back into something similar to sleep, when I feel his arm creeping across my stomach. Slowly, like he's not sure if he should be. I look down and his eyes are squeezed tight. Too tight for him to actually be sleeping. I don't see any harm, so I let him have his cuddle. Try to forget that his breath is filtering down over my chest.
It only takes a few minutes before he's inched closer. He's got his cheek pressed against my skin. Still pretending that he's sleeping. He can't possibly think that I'm buying it, but I still don't say anything. Probably because I might be enjoying it. I haven't felt a touch like his in months. Enough time to make me want more of it.
His fingers curl around my side and he stops there. Right when my breath is just starting to catch short in my throat.
I wait for a while, trying to force myself to breathe. Trying to talk some last minute sense into myself. It doesn't work, because I can already feel my body turning. Slow. So slow I'm not entirely sure I'm moving at all. I'm being careful for some reason. Giving myself plenty of space in case I want to chicken out at the last second.
I don't chicken out. Instead, my lips brush against his. And it's something electric buzzing in the pit of my stomach. A feeling I haven't felt in a long, long time. I keep my lips there, just barely on his, until his start to move against mine. He might have been stunned, but I know this is what he's been shooting for all these nights. Just a few touches and a random kiss.
It goes way beyond that.
When I draw my next breath, my tongue is twisted around his. His hands are tight against my jaw. He's making some sort of desperate noise that's forcing me to keep going. Further and further.
He sinks his head into his pillow and breaks the kiss. "Billy, what is this?" he asks. In a voice that tells me he's really not sure of what he's doing. I smile a little and brush the hair off his forehead.
"Whatever you want." I answer. And all of a sudden, it's desperate again. He manages to get up on his elbows and push me down on the bed. Crawls on top. Crashes his lips right back down onto mine.
After that it's all flashes.
Flash. Dom on top of me. Lips sunk into my neck. Flash. Me groping at every part of him I can find. Flash. Only the faint outline of him in the dark room. Moving. Thrusting. Flash. He bites his lip. Flash. He bites my lip. Flash. His chest heaves when he pulls in that last breath.
Flash. It's finally time to sleep.
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*coughcough* There's a present for you at Mudslash as well. Don't know if you saw it.
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your first monaboyd???
Good grief do more do more do more do more!!!!!
*adds to memories*
This, this is something!
*squee*
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damn.
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Jesus ... your first?!
I'm here via ...
Greatness here, man, greatness.
>:)
You must write more.
You.
Must.
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Damn, that was good. :) You should really write alot more fics! Brilliant. :)
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Erm. Love it. Want to have its babies. I'm using my
weakmind powers to make you write more.Yes. That is all. *skulks back into darkness*
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i like it.
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Lovely. More?
(sorry, having trouble stringing a sentence together. look, sentence!)
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makes me hungry for more! Gimme!
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I love the flash bit at the end, it gives me flashes in my head too, lol.
He sinks his head into his pillow and breaks the kiss. "Billy, what is this?" he asks. In a voice that tells me he's really not sure of what he's doing.
I love it when people get unsure and angsty, and then the other person makes them comfortable so the slashy goodness continues. Good move with that, in my opinion. lol :P
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*is breathless*
Wonderfullificness.
Enthralled. Warm. Smiley.
Just to name a few [of the feelings this gave me].