mismatch (lotrips, dom/elijah, nc-17)
Title: Mismatch
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For the "Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write" meme, from a prompt by kissing_athelas: "Elijah hates blow-jobs and Dom hates anal sex. Elijah hates kissing Dom because of his stubble, and Dom hates kissing Elijah because he's rubbish. Frottage is out of the window because Elijah is very ticklish and Dom has Catholic guilt over masturbation of any kind. Somehow, they are both frustratingly attracted to one another."
*
For weeks, Dominic wages woo whilst Elijah fends him off, pleading a romantic heart that can't be rushed. It's a frantic, fantastic stretch, stuffed full of short, stolen kisses, humid hand-holding, brief dizzied groping until Elijah gasps a bit too deeply and pushes Dom away.
By the time Elijah decides he's ready to carry through with physically expressing his emotions, Dom's so far gone he could probably get off from poking a pinky finger into Elijah's peculiar little navel.
"What should we do?" Elijah asks eagerly.
"We can do whatever you like, baby," Dom offers huskily.
"Awesome. I think you should fuck me."
"Really?" Dom says, less huskily. "Isn't that moving a bit quick?"
"Quick? We've been waiting all this time..."
"I thought you might like to start with something simpler. Like a blowjob." Dom has to swallow a flood of saliva just thinking of it.
Elijah's pretty mouth shrinks with distaste. "I don't like that."
"You don't like blowjobs?" Dom would demand proof that Elijah's really male, but the evidence is actually rather visible at the moment. "Well, you can't have had a good one then. We can remedy that!"
"No, I've had good ones, great ones," Elijah says, his hand trailing down Dom's chest. "The orgasm's fine but I feel so lonely afterward. It's not intimate, you know? It's too casual. I like things that feel more connected."
"Maybe it was just the people you did it with. It doesn't have to be casual. If we do a lot of kissing first..."
Elijah says doubtfully, "Okay, we can try that."
Dom wastes no time in taking Elijah into his arms and snogging him deeply.
They've never kissed each other this much before, and Dom finds himself thrown off again and again.
Elijah seems to be practically dislocating his jaw to shove his tongue as far into Dom's head as possible. Dom's tongue is blocked in and he can't do any of his favorite little tricks to get himself and his partner keyed up and panting. He tries sucking at Elijah's tongue but by now it's almost nudging at his gag reflex.
For all that, it's Elijah who pulls away first, rubbing his chin and jaw with a frown. "When's the last time you shaved, man?"
"It's two days' growth, but give over-- I use the same stuff on it as I do on my hair, it's not scratchy," Dom pats his feathery beard scruff.
"It's soft if you're just touching it, but when you're rubbing up against it, it gets really abrasive."
"Perhaps if you weren't drilling your tongue down my throat quite so hard," Dom suggests.
"Now you're slamming the way I kiss?" Elijah pouts, but the tent in his trousers apparently helps get him past it in a hurry. "Okay, okay, look, we can work this out later. Why don't we just skip ahead and fuck and we'll deal with the other stuff next time."
"I'm... not really into that, Lijah."
"I thought you were up for anything?"
"I would've mentioned that I have one or two provisos, but it didn't occur to me that you'd be soliciting anal sex straightaway after putting me off for a month and a half!"
"Shit! Okay, let's just--" Elijah gestures wildly and starts stripping off his clothes. "Let's just see what happens."
They kiss, but only for a few seconds at a time before Elijah recoils from Dom's stubble, or Dom spits out Elijah's tongue. They rub against each other, bellies pressed close, but Elijah keeps curling up in a fit of giggles.
"I can't help it!" he chokes with laughter. "It tickles!"
But when they manage to frot against each other without tickling, there's nothing like enough friction to get either of them off.
"Okay, so we use our hands," Elijah says, and licks his palm.
Dom blushes violently, flinching back a bit.
"No way. You're like the most shameless person I know!"
"I just, I can't," Dom apologizes, "it gives me flashbacks to catechism."
"I know you gotta get off when you wank, though--"
"It's different when there's no one looking."
Elijah exhales through his nostrils, biting his lip. "There's got to be something. Jesus, this is crazy."
"If you'd just let me suck you off..." Dominic tries to make it sound as growly and irresistible as he possibly can, pressing his body against Elijah's.
Elijah draws a quick flustered breath, but he shakes his head. "It's just so impersonal. I really can't get into that, especially not for our first time! You seriously can't use your hands?"
Dominic makes an effort, but just grasping Elijah's hard-on makes him feel like he ought to beg forgiveness; he drops his hand as if he's been burned.
They stare at each other, both erect, aroused, eyes dark, skins flushed... and absolutely nothing to be done about it. It's maddening.
"Okay, look," says Elijah desperately. "You sit on the bed and look this way," he arranges Dom facing the wall, "I'll sit and look the other way," he puts himself just behind Dom, pressed back to back, "and let's just... take care of business for now, and we'll work out the other stuff when our heads are clear, okay?"
It takes a couple of tries before Dom can bear to take himself in hand, but now that Elijah's not watching, he manages. He's been turned on so much for so long that he has to take it slowly, rolling his foreskin gently over the head and back, getting into the rhythm of it.
He can feel Elijah's shoulderblades working against his back, the little flexing motions as Elijah tugs at himself with lovely little sticky wet sounds.
Elijah's breath comes faster, flavored with a hint of a whimper. Dom finds himself speeding up, his hips pushing forward greedily now, and he's not embarrassed at all about his hectic self-abuse.
He's completely out of his own head, focused on all the little hints of what Elijah's doing, picturing Elijah pulling himself off and sucking his own fingers into his shapely little mouth, tilting his arse to slip them up himself til he cries out hoarsely at the heat of it-- only that noise wasn't Elijah at all, it was Dominic, thighs straining as he thrusts up and comes all over himself in a messy spray to the tune of a stuttering moan from Elijah that can only mean he's getting off as well.
They fall about after, and turn each about to line up side by side, holding hands. Dom kisses Elijah, lightly, briefly.
"Maybe we're best off as friends," he says regretfully.
"Maybe," says Elijah. "But that was, uh..."
"Really good, yeah. Bit amazing really."
"It's never been that good for me just jerking off alone."
"No, not for me either." Dom touches his nose to Elijah's gently. "That was the best sex I've never had."
Elijah rolls his eyes, but he cuddles a little closer. "Yeah. I guess it could've been a fluke, though. After all the anticipation. It might not be like that again."
Dominic smiles. "Only one way to find out."
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For the "Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write" meme, from a prompt by kissing_athelas: "Elijah hates blow-jobs and Dom hates anal sex. Elijah hates kissing Dom because of his stubble, and Dom hates kissing Elijah because he's rubbish. Frottage is out of the window because Elijah is very ticklish and Dom has Catholic guilt over masturbation of any kind. Somehow, they are both frustratingly attracted to one another."
*
For weeks, Dominic wages woo whilst Elijah fends him off, pleading a romantic heart that can't be rushed. It's a frantic, fantastic stretch, stuffed full of short, stolen kisses, humid hand-holding, brief dizzied groping until Elijah gasps a bit too deeply and pushes Dom away.
By the time Elijah decides he's ready to carry through with physically expressing his emotions, Dom's so far gone he could probably get off from poking a pinky finger into Elijah's peculiar little navel.
"What should we do?" Elijah asks eagerly.
"We can do whatever you like, baby," Dom offers huskily.
"Awesome. I think you should fuck me."
"Really?" Dom says, less huskily. "Isn't that moving a bit quick?"
"Quick? We've been waiting all this time..."
"I thought you might like to start with something simpler. Like a blowjob." Dom has to swallow a flood of saliva just thinking of it.
Elijah's pretty mouth shrinks with distaste. "I don't like that."
"You don't like blowjobs?" Dom would demand proof that Elijah's really male, but the evidence is actually rather visible at the moment. "Well, you can't have had a good one then. We can remedy that!"
"No, I've had good ones, great ones," Elijah says, his hand trailing down Dom's chest. "The orgasm's fine but I feel so lonely afterward. It's not intimate, you know? It's too casual. I like things that feel more connected."
"Maybe it was just the people you did it with. It doesn't have to be casual. If we do a lot of kissing first..."
Elijah says doubtfully, "Okay, we can try that."
Dom wastes no time in taking Elijah into his arms and snogging him deeply.
They've never kissed each other this much before, and Dom finds himself thrown off again and again.
Elijah seems to be practically dislocating his jaw to shove his tongue as far into Dom's head as possible. Dom's tongue is blocked in and he can't do any of his favorite little tricks to get himself and his partner keyed up and panting. He tries sucking at Elijah's tongue but by now it's almost nudging at his gag reflex.
For all that, it's Elijah who pulls away first, rubbing his chin and jaw with a frown. "When's the last time you shaved, man?"
"It's two days' growth, but give over-- I use the same stuff on it as I do on my hair, it's not scratchy," Dom pats his feathery beard scruff.
"It's soft if you're just touching it, but when you're rubbing up against it, it gets really abrasive."
"Perhaps if you weren't drilling your tongue down my throat quite so hard," Dom suggests.
"Now you're slamming the way I kiss?" Elijah pouts, but the tent in his trousers apparently helps get him past it in a hurry. "Okay, okay, look, we can work this out later. Why don't we just skip ahead and fuck and we'll deal with the other stuff next time."
"I'm... not really into that, Lijah."
"I thought you were up for anything?"
"I would've mentioned that I have one or two provisos, but it didn't occur to me that you'd be soliciting anal sex straightaway after putting me off for a month and a half!"
"Shit! Okay, let's just--" Elijah gestures wildly and starts stripping off his clothes. "Let's just see what happens."
They kiss, but only for a few seconds at a time before Elijah recoils from Dom's stubble, or Dom spits out Elijah's tongue. They rub against each other, bellies pressed close, but Elijah keeps curling up in a fit of giggles.
"I can't help it!" he chokes with laughter. "It tickles!"
But when they manage to frot against each other without tickling, there's nothing like enough friction to get either of them off.
"Okay, so we use our hands," Elijah says, and licks his palm.
Dom blushes violently, flinching back a bit.
"No way. You're like the most shameless person I know!"
"I just, I can't," Dom apologizes, "it gives me flashbacks to catechism."
"I know you gotta get off when you wank, though--"
"It's different when there's no one looking."
Elijah exhales through his nostrils, biting his lip. "There's got to be something. Jesus, this is crazy."
"If you'd just let me suck you off..." Dominic tries to make it sound as growly and irresistible as he possibly can, pressing his body against Elijah's.
Elijah draws a quick flustered breath, but he shakes his head. "It's just so impersonal. I really can't get into that, especially not for our first time! You seriously can't use your hands?"
Dominic makes an effort, but just grasping Elijah's hard-on makes him feel like he ought to beg forgiveness; he drops his hand as if he's been burned.
They stare at each other, both erect, aroused, eyes dark, skins flushed... and absolutely nothing to be done about it. It's maddening.
"Okay, look," says Elijah desperately. "You sit on the bed and look this way," he arranges Dom facing the wall, "I'll sit and look the other way," he puts himself just behind Dom, pressed back to back, "and let's just... take care of business for now, and we'll work out the other stuff when our heads are clear, okay?"
It takes a couple of tries before Dom can bear to take himself in hand, but now that Elijah's not watching, he manages. He's been turned on so much for so long that he has to take it slowly, rolling his foreskin gently over the head and back, getting into the rhythm of it.
He can feel Elijah's shoulderblades working against his back, the little flexing motions as Elijah tugs at himself with lovely little sticky wet sounds.
Elijah's breath comes faster, flavored with a hint of a whimper. Dom finds himself speeding up, his hips pushing forward greedily now, and he's not embarrassed at all about his hectic self-abuse.
He's completely out of his own head, focused on all the little hints of what Elijah's doing, picturing Elijah pulling himself off and sucking his own fingers into his shapely little mouth, tilting his arse to slip them up himself til he cries out hoarsely at the heat of it-- only that noise wasn't Elijah at all, it was Dominic, thighs straining as he thrusts up and comes all over himself in a messy spray to the tune of a stuttering moan from Elijah that can only mean he's getting off as well.
They fall about after, and turn each about to line up side by side, holding hands. Dom kisses Elijah, lightly, briefly.
"Maybe we're best off as friends," he says regretfully.
"Maybe," says Elijah. "But that was, uh..."
"Really good, yeah. Bit amazing really."
"It's never been that good for me just jerking off alone."
"No, not for me either." Dom touches his nose to Elijah's gently. "That was the best sex I've never had."
Elijah rolls his eyes, but he cuddles a little closer. "Yeah. I guess it could've been a fluke, though. After all the anticipation. It might not be like that again."
Dominic smiles. "Only one way to find out."