Dom Notices A Slight Change
Saturday, May 15th, 2004
Dom Notices A Slight Change
A Billy/Dom Chat - NC-17 Warning
Billy: *It makes me uneasy to not know exactly where Dom is, to not hear the throbbing bass line from another room or hear him thumping about upstairs. It’s not that I think he’s getting himself into trouble or anything... okay, maybe that’s part of it. I sigh and twist around on the couch, looking back towards the stairs before turning back around, adjusting my curled-position, and turn another page. He’s around somewhere. I’m not his keeper. And besides, I’m actually enjoying this opportunity to get a bit of reading done in the stillness. I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose idly, sighing in a bit of quiet frustration. I’ve had them for nearly a year now, but I’ve always been a bit too stubborn to actually use them. But the light is bad in this room, and the print is rather small and... oh, why am I making excuses? I’m old and I’m going bloody blind. They’re only for reading, anyway.*
Dom: *I twist a tuft of my damp hair over my forehead, adjusting my hair until it's right. I don't really enjoy fixing this mop on my head every time it gets wet, but it never quite comes out on its own after a shower. Billy probably knows I spend too much time in front of the mirror. …Is it really vanity or just some kind of obsessive compulsive …thing? I smooth out the last strands on my head and hold my hands out to frame my reflection.* Good. *I take down the towel around my waist on put on a few clothes, buttoning up a shirt over my chest at the last of it and letting it go un-tucked as I make my way out the bathroom door. The house is awfully quiet… I wonder how long I've been shut away, and if Billy finally got fed up and left me. Turning the corner, I thump down the stairs, subconsciously biting my soft thumb and hopping around the railing at the bottom step. A shape in the living room catches my eye - Billy on the couch, propped up at one end - and I pull my thumb from my mouth as I turn for him. The floor creaks a little and he glances, and I realise that something is desperately wrong. My brow bends and I come a bit closer, looking silently over the back of the couch. He's reading. Not again. But my dull eyes are caught on a plane of light as they return to his face. There is something wrong here. I shift to the side, trying to face Bill at my angle, studying him closely. I rub my chin on my shoulder, and he continues to follow his reading, unaware that he is looking very different today and, in some odd way, a notch sexier.*
Billy: *Ahh, there’s that thumping I was listening for. And damn it, I’ve still got two pages left in the chapter. I glance up at him, noting the wet hair, and deduce he’s been in the shower for a bit. I didn’t even hear it running. Smiling faintly at him, I turn my attention back to the pages, figuring that he’ll probably head to the kitchen for a snack or something and hoping against all hopes that I’ll be able to get this chapter done before the music starts up.* I was beginning to wonder if you’d run off. *I say quietly, smile lingering at the corners of my mouth before I begin to get absorbed in the text again.*
Dom: *New haircut... Different shirt… No. That's not it... My eyes rove over him for a moment, perplexed. I peek over the edge of the couch. Well, he's still wearing pants... Why does he look so- Wait a minute, what are those on his face?! My lips part, and I forget to take in whatever it was he said. Something… where I was… I don't remember. But those things on his face are…are…* Glasses... *I point at him without really realising it.* You wear glasses? Since when? *Why am I asking?? The little wire brim over the ridge of his nose, the outlines of his eyes, the dark lines along his cheekbones... He's looking at me, the rims of the glasses casting shadows on his skin; a gentle, but shattering difference. Billy looks... sexy. No, I mean, really sexy. And I am getting fucking hot just looking at him in those…those… Sex tools, is what they are. Sex tools, slowly determining my demise. I've never even been into the typical "intellectual" look, but…that's not what this is. Intellectual is clean, focused, low-key. This, rather, is Billy, looking very vulnerable, looking very…very…oh, hell, just like a desperate cry for a hard fucking, and making me feel very opposite of low key in many places. I should do it. Right now. Fuck him. My legs pinch together and tempt to bend, which kicks in my conscious mind and my cue to give a distracting cough and look away as fast as I can.* I didn't know you had…uh, glasses...
Billy: Hmmm? *I look up from where I’m halfway down the page again, allowing myself a moment to take in the freshly showered Dom look, really take it in... don’t know why he’d want a shower at this time of the evening, but I won’t complain. I shove the glasses farther up on my nose.* Oh, I’ve had them for awhile, but I don’t usually like to wear them. *I don’t like to admit I have to is more like it. I stretch my legs out on the couch a bit, turning my eyes back to the page once Dom’s looked away.*
Dom: *I...can't... Damn it. My eyes glance back at him and get stuck. Come on, Dom, stop; they're just fucking glasses. Lots of people have glasses. Glasses are conventional, you know. They're nerdy and geeky and... The sight of Billy melts into me again, and my mind is nearly unaware that it's changed course. ...so...fucking...sexy... Fucking sexy... fuck... My tongue turns languidly inside my cheek. Fuck...Billy... really hard... just real quick, you know... then I can get back to my business and he can finish reading... and I'll... oh hell... I want to cry out, this is torture. He's like one, pure, single-thrust fuck sitting on a couch a foot away from me. My hard-on is shooting pains in my legs. I've never been so fucking aroused at the sight of one person...one person fucking sitting on a couch alone. I'm silently glad I've left my shirt un-tucked, since it covers obvious areas, but I'm afraid that if I were to have an orgasm while standing, he'd be bound to notice.* You- *My voice crests and I swallow.* You only wear them when you read? *I can feel disappointment lurking in my stomach.*
Billy: *I turn the page... success! Only one more paragraph to go. My eyes are already sliding over the words as my mind automatically goes to answer his question.* I’m not quite blind enough to need them all the time. *I chuckle, falling silent for a moment as I devour the last few words between the top of the page and a convenient stopping point. I’m vaguely aware that he is still standing there, still watching me read, but quick as a flash the page is done, and I fold down the top corner of the page and set it on the table in front of me. I glance back up at him, wondering silently at his stationary position as my fingers reach up to remove the wire rimmed monstrosities from my face.*
Dom: Bill-! *No, no, don't take them off!! I bite back a thrill of a sharp throb splitting through my erection, releasing a small, shuddering pant when the sudden urge dissipates. Damn it, I sound like I'm fucking him already. My words wrench when I try again.* Billy...
Billy: *I halt, fingertips near my ears as I freeze and look at him, really look at him. Or at least try to, considering these glasses make me dizzy at distances. There’s something not quite right about the way he’s looking at me.* Dom? You ok? *I give him a perplexed smile, chuckling a bit nervously. I can never tell what’s running through his mind.*
Dom: Don't...take those off... *I try not to breathe hard, but my lungs are becoming empty so fast, it hurts to hold back. I exhale deeply and step closer to him pointing strictly to where he is about to remove the sexglasses.* Don't... Okay?... *I sound crazy. He should fuck me. He really should. My mind isn't making sense. Look at him. What parts of him should I take first? So hot... Everything... Touch me to his everything... Oh- hell... I need to do something with this erection... I press my hips against the back of the couch and bite back another sigh.*
Billy: *I’ve seen this behavior before on numerous occasions... I think I should know by now what Dom looks like when he’s very, very horny. And this is it. But who would have thought that glasses would do it? I bite back a smile and run my palm against his hand resting on the back of the couch, looking a bit longingly back to the book on the coffee table.* But I just finished my chapter... *I sigh, looking back up at Dom and blinking innocently. He shouldn’t make this so easy for me. I shouldn’t take as much advantage of it as I do. But I will anyway.* Shall I start another one then?
Dom: *I can't look at him, I can't look at him, I can't- Bloody... fucking... hell... I can't I can't I can't... My eyes pinch closed, but his fingertips still swirl delicately on my skin. I'm going to fall over. What did he say? My hips rock up, pressing on the hard backboard of the couch, just nearing the upper edge, and I gasp, eyes coming open at Billy, registering his words in a sheer instant.* No!! I'll rip out the pages if you touch it!!! *My words are streamlined out of my mouth and I pant down upon Billy's innocent eyes as they turn to me. My groin pumps deafeningly, and another slow push on the couch nearly shuts me down.*
Billy: *I almost laugh but stop myself. I don’t think that’s the reaction Dom’s looking for. Besides, with the way he is looking, the way his eyes flicker and his entire face goes rigid every time he discreetly pushes himself up against the couch, I’m not sure the laughter would make its way out of my mouth before a small groan of my own reaches the air. I swallow back the taste of immediate desire and take his hand in mine, still attempting to focus fully on his features.* Well, why don’t you just sit down and keep me company then, hmm?
Dom: *Oh...damn... I can't... move... My whole body whimpers and quakes. My skin feels like it's being torn, I can't believe I'm not trying to look this wretched. My fingers grip into the plush backing of the couch, digging down with another deep push of my hips.* A-ah... *My attention focuses sharply* Ahh-I...du-nn-no...
Billy: *He’s teasing himself, the bloody stubborn wanker! He’s doing my job for me. Well, I’ll just help him along the way then, if that’s the way he wants it. I remove my hand from his quickly, hands once again rising to my face to remove the glasses.* Well, I’m going to make a cup of tea then. *I pause minutely, waiting for the reaction I know is sure to come.*
Dom: *My eyes strike open and suddenly all necessity to tend to my aches or groans is replaced by a stabbing desire to ensure that Billy never removes those glasses from his face for the rest of time. My body jumps up from the crutch of the couch and staggers in a painful, needy sprint around the furniture to the front, dropping me onto the cushion next to Billy, desperately heaving for breath and convulsing with arousal. My head turns to him, trying to manage a look of "So there," when I know well that I'm just dripping with the words, "So fuck me already." My hand is hot on my thigh, fidgeting with the rest of me, edging closer to the crotch of my jeans and pressing my thumb up to subtly rub the edge of the burning firmness there. My head almost lulls. I want to fall on Billy's shapely body. I want every curve firm underneath me. I want his knee - that one crossed in front of him - digging up into the groin of my jeans. Hard. Down his thigh... To the ridge of his hip... Oh- ... oh fuck… I grapple with a breath, twisting in my seat, releasing more strokes of friction and shattered gasps.* Don't go...
Billy: *That’s better, but... fuck, when did this couch get so big? He’s still so far away. And my poor dear seems to think he needs to be, as if he’s got something to prove. The only proof I need is evident right there in the bulge in his jeans, the one he is still half-heartedly trying to keep me from noticing his hand on, and the one quickly growing in mine. I should have known this was coming. It was far too quiet of an evening for something of the sort to not happen. In instinct I reach to remove the glasses from my face again, knowing that in a moment they’ll probably only be in the way, but I remember just as I see that look of horror cross Dom’s face, and I let my hands drop. Instead I situate myself with my back against the arm of the couch, stretching out to nudge his thigh with my leg as I give him my best “come hither” look and hold out a beckoning finger in his direction.*
Dom: *Looking at his dark eyes through those lenses is intoxicating. My chest swells with a sigh, my thumb pressing hard at one point of my jeans. I want to take his curling finger in my mouth, reach forward and lunge down on his body. I want to... I don't even notice my tongue on my lips as I begin to answer his call, sitting up stiffly and grappling my way against the cushions of the couch. I prop my knees up into my seat and face him, locked on his smoldering expression, breathing with a hesitation that some odd breath might choke me. I intend to stop before him. I intend to nestle myself just beside his legs and look long into his eyes, still and pulsing with desire. But I've come close enough to him now to feel his waves of heat, hovering over him as I keep balance on my weak knees, and I can't...fuck, I just can't leave it at this... The muscles in my body release in silence, and my body lowers into his, at the mouth...and then everywhere else... shuddering with a wrecked whimper as I fully rest my aching weight on him. My tongue laps heavily on his lips, pulling at his taste while my body shakes more and more with the excitement of his heat. I pull my hands down at the cushions beside him, feeling his sides breathe. In my mind, the sight of him in his glasses penetrates me. A cold shudder thrills up my spine and our clothes slide as I move to hold him down. At once, my kisses stop short. My hips have nudged upon something that they recognize very well... My breathing slows. His mouth is open close to my chin, and I peck at it lightly before lifting myself up to see him again. His lust-encountered expression comes into view and my thoughts shatter out of the back of my head. Fuck... those glasses... I sit up slowly and nestle around his hips, considering the firm shape of his arousal beneath mine.* You're killing me, Bills...
Billy: *My hands smooth across his thighs, lips still tingling from where they met with his own lips and tongue, and I let out a breathy little gasp of a laugh.* That wasn’t my intention. *I reply, my voice coming out as more of a whimper as I rock my hips up in silent pleading from my prone position under him.* I wouldn’t want that. I want you alive. *Fingers tiptoe up his thighs, coming to rest in both bends where his legs meet his body.* Very much alive... *My hand darts quickly to his crotch, giving the bulge a firm squeeze as I give his glance a wicked grin. No reason to dance around this evening. No need for that sort of teasing. I don’t need to stretch this out in order for us to both know who’s in control here.*
Dom: *I let out a sudden pained cry at the force of his palm, bending forward, open-mouthed, to his mischievous lips. Our mouths flow in hurried and gasping circles, lazily opening without concentration, because all I am able to feel is that hand. My hips buck on his body and I shudder, unable to reach more pressure at any angle, and struggling more and more to push through that thick layer of denim. My back arches, sliding my chest up his and creating a pocket between our waists just big enough for my two hands to burrow into and search out the buttons on his jeans. My skin rubs on his at his wrist, his hand melded to my groin with awful, pulsing fingertips. Breath echoes wetly on his face. Fuck, I’m going to come... My voice shatters hopelessly on his lips; begging myself to stop using his hand to my advantage. Like a fist to the pit of my stomach, I jump up from his touch when I feel the electricity hit; the spinning heat of my come tingles crisply on the very tip of my erection. Before I can think, I’m away from his hand, fumbling swiftly through the fastenings of my own jeans and pulling them down just around my hips to release the wave of aching heat smothering my arousal. A coolness flows instantly to my groin and with a smiling sigh, I am again on Billy’s lips, holding his hands away now for a moment to give time for my release to steady itself for the moment. Slowly, slowly the tingling through my length seeps further back to the simple butterflies in my stomach, and I set his wrists aside his body and move again to the button of his jeans, feeling his bulge nudging with each, little, impatient gasp.* Shh... *I hush, lifting my eyes to the sight of his, eyelids closed halfway behind his glasses and looking through me, taking half of my voice away.* You’re too good at this to move so fast...
Billy: *Torture. Pure and bloody torture. The man cannot look so absolutely fucking edible, cannot move so achingly hot beneath my palm and then push me away. It’s not allowed, and I won’t stand, sit, or even lie down for it. And he’s got to stop that too, right now, that touching he’s doing right at the place I need it and want it most but at the same time can’t stand him to touch, not yet. For all the pain it causes me to do so, I push his hand away from the buttons he’s fumbling at, because if I don’t I’m not going to be able to have any say in this at all. I grab his hands and lunge up to kiss him, plundering his mouth and ignoring what he has to say about going to fast for the time being, while it suits me. But suddenly this doesn’t suit me anymore, being pushed back into the sofa and not being allowed to grab at my boyfriend and make him come. I want what’s rightly mine, damn it. So as I stroke the insides of Dom’s mouth thoroughly with my tongue, my hands come up to his chest and I push him back, shoving him off me until he’s lying against the other arm of the sofa, and it’s my turn to crawl on top of him. I follow him with my lips until I’m settled comfortably astride his waist and then I pull back with a triumphant grin, my hands reaching up to the first button of his shirt.* You want me to move slowly, hmm? *I murmur, half to Dom, half to myself. With a deft fingertip I flick the button out of the button hole and consider the expanse of skin there below. Appetizing. I slowly begin to rock against him, rubbing just barely against his exposed arousal with my still jean-clad hardness, watching the pale stretch of skin down his neck to his chest as I begin on the next button down.* I really for the life of me can’t imagine why you bothered to put a shirt on in the first place... *I say conversationally, still watching my hands at their task. One hand separates from the other then and travels down to the fly of my jeans, which he’s left half done up, damn him. Fingers slowly begin to lower the zipper again as I concentrate on undoing the buttons of his shirt, more complicated now with one hand and the ever-burdening pressure of my own arousal, though I know where his eyes will be focused.*
Dom: *Oh, shite! My hips instantly buck up at the chafing seam of his jeans. My breath has been knocked from me by the force of his blow, but I'm left gasping and panting still, each breath laced with the whimpers of a frantic and helpless plea.* Billy- *My mouth is dry. When I look down across my chest, just beyond his hand tugging away at my shirt, I can see it... My tongue becomes thick, and my sharp inhalation nearly gags me. His hand at his groin... Oh, hell, just do me in... I lunge my head backward into the arm of the couch, pinching my eyes closed. But the image of his own fingertips working their way into the growing opening of his jeans grips all over me. My arousal pulses violently against his thigh, electric sensation returning at my head, and my hands come up to his arse, using even my nails to grasp him against the quakes of my wretched cry.* Stop, Billy... *I glance quickly at the crook in his jeans again, noting his hands have almost come through to bare skin.* Billy…! Stop, PLEASE... *Waves are rushing up and down my body like warm saltwater, swaying me into undoing against the textures of his hands and hardness. My voice pinches in a sob.* STOP, Billy, please... *My whole length aches... The pounding aching that I can hear in my ears and count from the throbbing in my hands. My erection is burning, sweltering, even sweating and driving me to a tension in my muscles, my arms and legs that threatens to break my bones, or drive me to viciousness of biting and clawing without reason. I twist below him, try to escape, but I can't move. I can't breathe, and as much as I'd like to close my eyes to save myself from the torture of my lover's satisfaction, my hypnotized glare is fixed at his crotch for any creamy sight of skin and the pleasures that await it.*
Billy: You sure that’s what you want, Dommie? *I murmur huskily into his ear, leaning down to take a swipe at the lobe with my tongue as the last of the buttons on his shirt pops free and I’m able to smooth it open, exposing the whole expanse of his chest. My head bows low to breathe warmly across the skin, and I have to reach up with a hand to push the glasses back up my nose as they threaten to slide off.* I could stop, if I really wanted to... *I ease back off of him just a bit, giving myself enough room to pull my t-shirt clumsily over my head without upsetting my precariously balanced spectacles, backing off so I am not pressed so tightly against his groin. I’ll give him that reprieve, at least. My hand returns to the fly of my jeans, now completely undone, and I slip a hand between my skin and my boxers, breath hitching in a little gasp as my fingers come in contact with hard, sensitive flesh. I swallow hard and lick my lips, looming over him as I look down at his face.* Of course, I’d rather not. I’d rather have you naked under me on this couch so I could fuck you so hard you wouldn’t remember how to breathe. *I keep my steely gaze upon him, never faltering, wondering all the time how the fuck I’m managing to not just come in my pants right here and now. It’s because I know how I want this to end up, and that’s with Dom begging. And he certainly won’t be doing any of that if I can’t even hold out myself. So I do what I think may very well be the death of me: I ease off his body completely, sitting back against my heels between his parted legs.* Of course, whatever you prefer... *I mumble, pressing the heel of my hand against my erection and choking back a moan as I maintain eye contact.*
Dom: Ah-!! *I wrestle my hands toward his body when I feel his pressure removed.* No, no, no… Come back, oh shite, Bill... *I feel his sides slip from my fingers, as I can't lift myself long enough to take hold. My limbs are weak. Fuck, I'm totally helpless. It's that tearing tension in me. I can't shake it out, it's so tight in every muscle that if I try at all, I'll snap into five million pieces across the floor.* Nnngh... *I reach up for him again, and fail, and as I crash back into the cushions of the couch a whine pierces through my wounded lips such that I have never uttered, nor will I ever utter again in my life because, and simply because, I will never let myself in this position again and I hate myself for the position now... My body squirms painfully in spite of itself, and I buck my hips again and again without connecting against any surface. My lungs are sore, my breath hitches with each inhalation and scratches out on surfaces of moans. He's brought me this far, I growl, and he'll take me the rest of the way... He will. I'll pull myself apart before this is through, but he will be in me at the end. My eyes sharpen on the sight of him, glaring and struggling into the couch cushions for friction, sweat beading down my clenched arms, my whole face, down the length of my erection. Twitching ensnares me, my teeth clench tight. He won't leave me this way. He'll come in me if I have to wound myself to find him. He'll come in me and pull out with my marks. My glare strikes him, hand clawing down his resting thigh, and I growl from deep in my throat.* Fuck- me.
Billy: *It would be impossible to hold back this moan unless I wanted to choke on it. Dom’s never looked so raw before, so torn about before me, and I get a slight thrill of sadistic pleasure in the knowledge that I’ve done that, that it’s me with the power to right it. This is a side of me not seen often, but today it wants to play. I take his reaching hand in my own and grip it as I withdraw my other hand from my jeans and circle it around his cock, squeezing gently and sliding my fist up as I meet his angry glare with an equally fiery one.* Naked, Dommie. I want you naked. Now. *I punctuate this last word with a squeeze from both of my hands before removing all contact from him and retreating to the other end of the couch to sit and watch, one hand coming automatically up to cup the throb in my groin through my jeans.* And be quick about it.
Dom: *My mind is lost on some thick cloud of breath and I curve my lips around the word as I try to process my movements - naked; do I remember what that means? My hands curl as I press harder into the couch cushions, resisting my bulging erection. My muscles twinge and I feel my spine lock in a half-arch. I'm just to the point of thinking that I'll never move again, when two of my more clever fingers sneak at the edge of my shirt. Restlessly, I tug at the cloth, already loosened around my body. My shoulders slacken, and while I lay, I'm able to slip the garment down to the crooks of my elbows, before I stop, exhausted and panting. My heart hitches and I turn my weary eyes down to look across my bare chest. There, over my stretch of skin, is my own risen length; I can almost see it pulsing, matching the rhythm in my ears. But I look past it to him. Shite, he's curling so beautifully...he moves slightly into his own palm, firmly grasping around the shape at his groin. A few hiccupping breaths beg through my throat, and I long - I plead myself - to sit up, to see him...to touch him and pull him apart with my mouth...just mouth and groping with hands and rubbing... Oh, shite... And when that cry - that horrible, wonderful, obliterated moan - leaps up from his lips, I snap. My arms wring themselves from the sleeves of my shirt, scraping down my forearms, and I kick violently out of the length of my pants, digging the cloth into the creases of the cushions hard and fast until they have no claim whatsoever on my skin. And I'm left begging for air with dry lips, chest heaving, but lying still and still gazing over my ready and unattended arousal to him. My eyes remain distant, head sunken back in the crook of the couch's arm, and I think, if I could speak, I'd tell him I'm imagining his slow... hard...orgasm in my body right now.*
Billy: *I struggle to remember what it’s like to breathe as I watch Dom in his frenzy, thrashing in a wildness I had never known could be so enticing. When he stills it’s all I can do to stand and push my own jeans and boxers down to the ground, leaving my own aching erection bare for him to see. This is what you do to me, Dominic. This is how far you push me, nearly to the brink where I want to forget this little game and take you hard and fast, to the point where neither of us knows our own names anymore. I return to the couch, kneeling once again between his open legs as I fight with every reasonable part in my body not to press down upon him right here and now and end this before I rightly should.* How do you want this, Dominic? Do you want me to bend you over the couch and take you roughly, like you did to me in the classroom? Or shall I press you into the sofa, face down? *I loom over him, one hand reaching out to grasp his hip, as much to steady myself as it is to touch him.* Or shall I fuck you like this, hard and slow, fuck you so all you can see is me, so you see me come and know exactly what you do to me? *I could never speak like this with anyone else, never, but fuck, with Dom all it does is succeed in making me harder than I ever thought would be possible. This is impossible.*
Dom: *Oh hell... My eyes roll back in my head and I can hardly remember what he's said as soon as it's hit my ears, full of his orgasmic lucidity. I reach as far as I can to him without rising off the couch, barely grazing my fingers against the tender skin connecting his hips and thighs. My chest rumbles, and I lift my legs, stroking my own thighs against his calves, wanting to encapsulate him suddenly and bring him down into my groin. I gasp; my strength is pooling out of my body to the cushions below, sucking me into the so-called comfort of this lust-covered couch. I arch myself to him, but can barely speak, fighting desperately to make my decision without losing my mind.* Last one... *I cough, picturing already every single nuance of his pleading release hovering above my body and feeling him closer and closer to me every instant. Yes... I nudge closer into him with my thigh. This is very good... In me now... My whole body sweats, shaking in warm and cold waves of moisture. Fuck me now...*
Billy: *I wondered if I had made my preference clear enough, but now I see that I have. I don’t know if I could make either of us move if I tried, anyway. I practically fall on him, groaning as soon as every part of my taut, heated skin makes contact with his, and I’m already pushing against his body as my mouth seeks his instinctively, kisses falling open-mouthed and wet as I fight to retain some composure. In this clarity, however, my mind keys in on one clear-cut fact, and my mouth stills as I fight back the growl of frustration that rises in my throat, only to turn into a growl of pleasure as his body rocks up against mine again.* Fuck, Dom... *I breathe, fighting to regain some control over my pounding heart, trying to slide away from his tempting body so I can think clearly.* Don’t have anything down here... I’ve got to go get some lube, Dom... *I try to ease my body away from him, wondering how in the hell I’m going to make it upstairs to the bathroom with this aching erection between my legs. But it’s a necessary evil, to detach myself from him, for with all my brash talk I still can’t bear the thought of hurting him, and with the way I’m feeling right now, I’m liable to do so, thrusting in without warning, if my mind travels any farther down the path it’s on.*
Dom: *The heat seeps away from my body when Billy begins to rise. I thrust, but reach nothing, and with a desperate cry I look down to see that Billy is no longer against me. It was horrible enough to have his words slip in between our lips and dismiss my tongue from any further tasting, to have him tempt me for so long with his words and lips but never hit the spot I require him most, but this...this could be the single upset that rips all of my weakness and hesitancy away. My hand grips his wrist suddenly and, as simply as a sheet, drapes him back down over my body. Our connection of skin startles both of us and I look into his eyes to see that he's felt our chemicals mixing as I have. My chest heaves under the weight of him, but I'm not strained to breathe. I'm not even thinking about breathing. I can smell our sweat blending on our bodies; I can taste his air, his desire. I feel my need swelling up at the pit of my form upon this couch, up to his stiffness, and I whimper inwardly at the curling feeling of beauty that it puts within me.* Ah-… *My hips attempt not to buck, but I can't help a little elevation. Slowly, silently, my hand moves down from his wrist and between our bodies. My fingers move easily to their destination, our skins' moisture is slick and heavy with warmth, leaving damp pathways under my palm. I find his length, pulled snugly up along my belly, and press firm fingers to its side...upwards, up, longingly to the very tip, where I wait. I look to his darkened expression and breathe, tongue longing to slide into his lips and moving restlessly at the corner of my mouth. Fuck lube. I rub my thumb hard over the head of his erection. Billy squirms, coughs a little moan into my chest, and secretes a trickle of warm pre-cum down my fingers. I spread his fluid down his length with my hand, squeezing a little to hear his need and when his erection is covered, I pull my slick hand back out from between our bodies and nuzzle his drooping head anxiously.* Ready now...
Billy: *Never let it be said that Dom doesn’t know the right words to say in situations, because my entire body thanks him with every breath I draw into my trembling body as I lie here on top of him. Still, I feel the need to make sure he won’t regret that decision later. I grin gratefully and press a kiss to his parted lips, slipping my hands beneath his thighs and bringing them to cling about my waist. The heat wavering off him is tangible, so thick I can almost see it, taste it. Gripping his thighs I press the head of my erection against his opening, nudging just a bit as I dispel all remaining worries about taking him without preparation, and then with a gasp I thrust inwards, the force and surprise of it nearly knocking the glasses off my face. The wrenching, burning heat envelops me and I groan loudly, fingertips pressing angry red indents into his thighs as I grip him tightly. Glasses slipping neglected down my nose, I lower my head to capture his lips with my own and begin to move my hips.*
Dom: *His whole length is hot within me in one push...(fucking incredible)...and I can't understand any pain in this moment. I feel him bracing me open on all sides, gripping me firm to his hips in the exact spot that will reach most deeply. A lump at the back of my throat resembles the feeling of him below, and when he rocks forward, even further, I arch to let it all out in a scream. But his lips are upon me with ravenous urgency, choking my sound to a halt. My mouth works hard to keep the contact, my breaths billowing through me, hanging onto my last thread of control, but he arcs back with such shuddering that the thread snaps and I wrench my mouth away from his with a deafening cry of pleasure and lust. My head thrown back in the pillows, eyes squeezing closed, I dig my fingers down around his hands at my thighs and lie panting, reeling in my own mind and body.* Don't stop... don't- don't fucking stop...don't-... *My voice turns to a despairing chant as he rocks in and out of me, counting off each motion he shakes through my body. I want to twist on him; feel every level of friction. I'm sure I'm leaving marks on his soft hands.*
Billy: *Never, never, never... could never stop moving, could never stop pushing, looking for a place to sink inside him that is even better than the last one. And every last shudder is better than the last; to feel the way he clenches, the way his body bends under mine, pushing back up until I’m sure our bodies are trying to force their way through each other. I tip my head back, eyes rolling towards the ceiling as I arch, thrusting in and out of his body with abandon, each fingertip pressing harder and deeper into his thighs with every movement. But I have to let go, have to touch him... have to feel the silky glide through my fingers just as he must feel it through his entire body. Squeezing his left thigh one final time, making sure his legs are wound tightly around me, I shift my right hand between us, fingers gliding across the sweat-slick skin of his torso until they find his pulsing arousal. With a choked-off groan I take it in my fist, sliding heavily down and up in time with my punctuating thrusts, feeling him slip against my palm as easily as I slide through his body.*
Dom: Yeh-, yeh, yeah... *I huff quick exhalations, thrusting slickly through Billy's hand as his grip grows tighter, impaling myself on his erection with each thrust and liquefying with pleasure. He's all over me; he's in me, so deep in me I can feel him at the back of my cavity, rubbing impatiently now and again when he feels he can allow himself his own sweet abrasion. His gasp flutters into the air, and my moan follows, lips searching to catch his sounds as they fall. Please...say it again... I grind up into his clenched fist, hissing sharply. Fuck harder... My whole body throbs with the pressure of my blood flow, cycling through my growing arousal. His clutch wrings down my erection, and I buck with a cry. I want to touch myself; help him along. I want to squeeze his hand as hard as possible down my length, raw. My teeth clench together, fingers bending on his supple thighs, denying myself of my own ministrations. I won't... I want him to... I want him... He quickly shoves his length down my opening to a sweet spot, wet and unexplored at the very pit of me, burying his head there violently again and again to please himself by the sound of his own rapid whimpering. My legs grip around his hastily thrusting hips and lock, bracing my entire body for the wretched cry that is about to explode through my chest and out of my stricken lips. I cough, hiccupping up to the air, begging in vain for one last breath, and then succumb to a shattering cry of want, dripping with the sweat of my immanent release and arching toward the ceiling in a desperate plea to breathe, though my cry only intensifies. Soon my ears are pounding, my body shaking from its strain to elevate itself to the perfect angle for his quickening erection, my throat chafing away from my incessant scream until at last my body convulses in a cycle of short inhalations, bucking still for more. My voice is course, hands digging into his bare legs, heels driving into his back, and I can feel the fluid beginning, hotly, so fucking hot behind my ready arousal.* Fuck-, oh-, fuck, oh, fuck, Bill, fuck-...hard, hard, harder, yeh, harder, fuck- harder, yeh- yeh- yeh-yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on, Come on, Oh- come- Oh-FUCK, Bill, Come ON!!!
Billy: *His screams echo off the high ceilings, echo back to my ears and ring through my head as much as his body is wringing my arousal, my entire fucking body. It’s all electricity keeping my body taut, keeping my hips bucking and thrusting in response to his commands. I can’t remember how anything besides my hips and hands operate. I can feel the inversion building, the turning of my senses that flips my body out of control and over the edge. It builds in my extremities, from my trembling thighs and my tugging, tightening fingers, squeezing around the molten heat dripping from his engorged length. It slips up into my heaving chest, breaths coming in gripping little half moans that come more rapidly than I’ve ever had to breathe before, tightening and constricting and just fucking holding when my entire body tenses. And then the sensation shoots straight down to my middle, gripping my insides and wrenching them outwards as my body opens up and I let out a wail that sounds like it started from my toes and collected volume and intensity all the way up out of my tightening vocal cords. My hips rocket forward, spreading in even as my release is pushing out, spilling inside of Dom’s body which gladly receives it. My entire body goes rigid, fingers and toes clenching and unclenching as the wave carries me onward, back curved outward as I am possessed by it. My call dies down but the shocks carry on, holding me suspended above him as my chest heaves from the strain of it all, and then as suddenly as it took me, I don’t know where I ever had the strength enough to stay upright.*
Dom: *Our bodies jump together at the force of his last, full thrust, and I feel it suddenly. His striking heat smolders against my inner walls, spurting out from beneath the pressure of his head as it digs deeply into my sweet spot. He had incredible aim... His throbbing erection sends signals into the pocket it's made, ricocheting off of my convulsing and flooding walls and tripping up my curving spine to my senses. My eyes open wide and I gasp, realising that the metallic vibrations are already at the tip of my erection and leaping like flames upon a pending stream of fuel. I clench myself on Billy's shape, thighs bracing his waist, and begin my cry with short whimpers, knowing what is about to come and at the same time pushing it out of me. Oh yes... yes... I hiss through my teeth, and again whimper loudly.* Billy-, Billy, Billy... Ah, yes, ah, ah-, ah! Ah-! Ah! Ah! *And as the stream of Billy's come has just emptied, I throw my head down into the pillows and ignite, cocking my hips forward to his hand and letting out a river of slick, warm fluid over our pulsating skin and extinguishing its heat. His hand, covered now in my release, slips heavily down my quivering length and rests clenched at the base, beads of come flowing to the joints of his fingers. And my own hands slip also, following the sweat on his thighs as they grasp with every muscle in my body to remain with him, though my mind is falling into darkness. It's serene here, even with the last tremors of my arousal, and I can soon hear my cry growing steadily back into my ears and falling around the room into a long sigh as I come off of my orgasm. I make out the colors of the ceiling above me as my body shakes to an abrupt halt, and as I pant, I half expect to see my own hot puffs of breath fogging my vision. It's so quiet... so... heavy... My back loosens and drapes me into the cushion of the couch, Billy's form collapsing softly with mine. He rests limply on my chest. I can hear Billy breathing, rough and deep below my sight. Then I realize that his sides are moving in time with his sound, just where my thighs are holding him at the waist, but suddenly my legs are too burdensome to remain there any longer. My calves slide easily down the backs of his thighs, legs untangling and lying gently beside his. My fingers curl and hands faint away from his skin. Everything in me plunges back into the couch, and with the falling of my chest I let out a terrible sigh.* Fucking incredible...
Billy: *Boneless. If ever there were a time to use that word, it would be now. Dom’s body is the only thing that is preventing me from dissolving right into the couch, I know. I’m draped over him, bodies sticking together with sweat and come. Our breathing comes down together, slowly, steadily. I’m unable to speak for a few moments, trying to get as much oxygen back into my depleted system.* Yes... you were... *I say finally, cheek to his still rapidly rising and falling chest, where I can hear his heartbeat throbbing throughout his body and really, right into mine. The glasses, precariously balanced on the very tip of my nose, are digging into my cheek, but I don’t care. I don’t think I’ll ever want to take them off again. I pull my arms out from between us and, heedless of the mess, slide them under his body to tighten around him, holding on for dear life as I feel I might just melt away if I don’t. My mind is reeling. I can’t believe I ever thought reading was a good activity for the evening.*
Dom: *I giggle breathlessly and use the rest of my strength to link my arms snugly across his back.* You always say that... *I would find a way to kiss him, but glancing down, I see that he is far too adorable to move, lying sleepily against my bare chest, glasses still hanging onto his head at an angle. But they aren't really "sexy" anymore... The way they're balanced just on the end of his nose... They're just cute... A broad smile forms lazily on my lips and I scoot gently beneath him, feeling his spent length slide a little within me as a very pleasant reminder of our act. I sigh, chest falling with the weight of his tired head, and he sweetly nuzzles my skin as we come to rest.* I think you were wonderful, Bill...
Billy: I always say it because it’s always true... *I mumble fondly, pressing my fingertips up gently into the middle of his back. My breathing has slowed, matching the pace of Dom’s and I’m fairly sure if I stayed silent and listened, our hearts would be synchronized too. I nuzzle my nose against his chest, successfully managing to shove the glasses a bit farther back up on my face, though they’ll probably just slip down again anyway.* You know... *I say slowly, raising my head with a bit of effort to look at Dom.* I didn’t think anything would ever convince me to start wearing these glasses more often. You proved me wrong. *I smile, and the movement of my face causes the glasses to slip down once again on the sweaty bridge of my nose. I duck down to give Dom a quick kiss that ends up as a long one, mainly because once my lips have settled against his I find I usually would rather not move them.*
Dom: *I bounce with a laugh at his comment, then slip down under the lovely sweetness of his kiss. Dipping my chin to my collar, I can just make out the shape of his lips as he bends his head upward to me.* Hm... *I consider the little circles he's making with his head, punctuating the movement of his kiss which I feel but don't see. The tiny wires of his glasses still cup delicately around his ears, past his temples, and I'm reminded of their effect on me once again.* Mm...sexglasses... *My smile brims as I kiss him, hoping to get a little, incredulous glint from those glasses in a moment.*
Billy: Sexglasses?! *I sputter, tipping my head to look up at him with a laugh. Only Dom...* So, what? Am I going to have to be cautious about when I pull these out? Only when you and I are alone at home? Am I going to have to have you read the menus to me at restaurants so you won’t jump me right then and there on the table? *I nuzzle my nose against his, pressing my face against his cheek.*
Dom: Hah, yes. *I scoot under him and angle myself to remain around him as our heads meet at his will, softly caressing one another without the use of hands.* You'd better keep them locked up for emergencies only. *I purr aside his cheek and nip a little at his ear as it glides past my lips. My smile blossoms again with another thought.* ...and for special occasions...
Billy: Emergencies? What sort of emergencies? Are you implying that there might come a time when you won’t want to have sex with me? *I giggle softly, tipping my head back and forth to feel the gentle slide of our cheeks together.* And as for special occasions... we’ll see. When you’re a good boy. Perhaps if you’re really good, I’ll take up reading to you.
Dom: I would like that very much... *I speak lowly, tasting his skin at the corner of my mouth and smiling.* As long as it's a story with no plot whatsoever so I can still think dirty thoughts about you while you read without getting distracted. *I laugh a little, dipping my tongue to that salty place just past the line of his jaw.*
Billy: *I give a little sigh, eyes slipping shut as my lips quirk up in a contented smile.* You’re the writer, my love... why don’t you write me a story, and I’ll read it out loud to you. *I tip my face back towards his.* I’ll do the voices, sound effects... everything. I have a lot of experience reading out loud you know. *I allow my tongue to drift from my mouth, swiping across his lower lip and catching a taste of his own tongue when it peeks from between his lips.*
Dom: Oho! *I huff loudly, suddenly coming up from what could have been a delicious kiss and into a striking thought.* You read aloud in the classroom, do you? *I only wait a moment before I shake my head, grinning brilliantly and brimming with laughter.* Not my stories, you don't. *And, before he can speak, I cover his astonished smile with the continuation of what still is, in fact, an incredibly delicious kiss.*
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