Untitled NC17

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For the birthday girl. May your birthday bring you much love, many pressies and Billy in abundance.

Happy Birthday rynalwyn

Title: Untitled
Author: Owl at the moon
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Lies
Summary: PWP with added sap.

Thanks to mysteriousaliwz for the speedy beta.


The storm starts whilst they’re making love. Billy feels the air cool between them, his sweat-slick thighs tingling with a tease of a breeze from the open window. Dominic lowers himself back down again, moving into Billy with slow-motion precision and the heat rolls back in on them.

The car alarm blasts a strident warning before it’s overlain by the thunder, rumbling so deep that the floorboards and the bed tremble with it. Billy can tell because he’s so still, Dominic poised above him, arms locked, upper teeth embedded in his soft, swollen lower lip, trying, just trying not to move. Because Dom knows that Billy needs this moment. A moment to appreciate that he’s being penetrated. There’s nothing like it for Billy, the feeling of being stretched and filled. Of his consciousness drawing down into the space where Dominic is, his cock so hard, so deep that he can feel the burn, like ice and fire, along every nerve in his body.

Sometimes if Dominic is disciplined he will prolong the moment. He will withdraw fully and re-penetrate, drawing noises out of Billy that sound like pain. But not tonight. For Dominic is in a tender mood, not a wicked one, and he waits with patience for Billy to open his eyes. The rain starts then, noisy and enthusiastic, like a drummer determined to steal the show.

They bump noses, brush diffidently against each other’s cheeks, in stark contrast to the intimate push and shove below. Billy’s fingers clutch fistfuls of the white cotton sheets until Dominic’s find them and curl sympathetically around them. He teases them open with gentle caresses that circle to Billy’s wrists, entrapping each one before raising them slowly but surely above Billy’s head.

It’s Dominic that’s normally in this position, often held by things less flexible than Billy’s fingers. Dominic might mimic the actions but the hold is feather light and Billy lets his eyes fall closed, shuddering like an addict finally getting a fix. He hears the thunder, louder now but oddly distant as Dominic’s hips lift him higher, pleasure filling him so entirely that there’s no room for oxygen even. Dominic gives him his instead. Fingertips brushing down Billy’s forearms to cup his face and solemnly kiss his already open mouth.

The kiss deepens to the point of pain and Billy cries out. Heart bursting under the tender assault, his orgasm is sudden and intense. He clutches at it, desperate to prolong the white hot sparks slivering his skin. Grasping at Dom’s shoulders, making wordless, desperate noises, he throws his head back and spreads his legs wider. He’s aware that Dom’s hushing him, reassuring him even as he holds him down and gives one, two, three forceful thrusts. Knowing this is what Billy needs. He does it so well that Billy is so blissed out he barely notices Dom coming. He only hears his name muffled by his own skin as Dom collapses onto his shoulder.

Afterwards, hazy with warm, post-coital pleasure, he winds the much-abused sheet around himself and props himself on an elbow to watch Dominic at the window. The storm is still going strong and Dominic’s joy in it is palpable. He stands at the open window, curtains billowing around his naked body. His glorious naked body. Their lovemaking has left him flushed, his features dusky in the half-light, his eyes bright and intent, loving the storm , loving this.

Billy takes this memory and places it reverently inside the little tin box in his heart. Next to his mother’s image. It’s just as vivid as today’s. There were railings then and a beach beyond, with a sun hat the wind kept snatching. Her rueful smile, as she kept dropping his hand to keep hold of the hat, makes his heart trip each and every time.

“Come look” says Dom smiling back at him.

But Billy stays right where he is. There’s nothing more he’d rather see.