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Well, I guess it had to happen some time! After reading such wonderful fic, you eventually try to write some? Here's my effort. Complete and utter porn (with maybe a teensy weensy miniscule bit of schmoop that just seemed to grab on at the end).
Title: Gut instinct
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: First fic, un-betad, PWP, need I say more?
And cross-posting (which I left a bit late as a newbie. Please take pity!)
Warnings: Mild bondage, rimming, you know...all the good stuff.
Billy had been admiring Dom’s stomach for about six months. And for about one month he’s been getting intimately involved with the truth of Dom’s stomach, and his other bits. But the stomach is still a favourite. It’s flat, slightly hairy in all the best places, and prone to reveal itself during the most inopportune moments. It is often offset by a too-small t-shirt, a low-sling pair of jeans and, occasionally, a belt.
Currently the stomach is naked. Quivering. And the occasional belt has been re-accessorised to Dominic’s wrists.
The sight of Dom’s wrists contained is almost more intoxicating than the twitching stomach. The wrists do have the benefit of skin peeking out now and then from the black leather when he twists and turns.
Billy assumes that skin must be getting a little sore now as it’s looking quite pink.
Dom’s been testing the give of his own belt since it was first wrapped around his wrists. He has forgotten about his stomach. His whole world is now focused on Billy, and which bit of his skin Billy is touching. At the moment all his attention is focused on Billy’s cock forcing its way into his mouth.
Billy makes himself look down, away from the hands turning in the belt, so he can see his own cock thrusting into the open mouth beneath him. The sight of his now saliva soaked cock pushing in between such tight lips, and feeling the ridge of teeth behind them, only makes him want more.
He places one hand on the belt knot, the other on Dom’s left cheek, and gives over to the feeling of power as he fucks Dom’s mouth.
Groaning with pleasure, he eventually gathers himself enough to remove his cock from such a perfect wet embrace.
Turning around, with some creative (and he likes to think quite graceful) maneuvering, Billy finally speaks.
“Fuck me”
Dom hasn’t felt the need to speak since he was tied up. As a tactile and vocal guy, he often finds that the constraints put on his hands also restrain his voice. And no words are necessary now. Billy has positioned himself perfectly for the fucking he wants. All Dom has to do to agree with the command is to extend his tongue.
Which he does. He kisses, laps, and sticks his tongue into the perfect arsehole presented to him.
Dom’s enjoying the pressure around his wrists along with the almost claustrophobic feeling of Billy riding his tongue.
Billy’s moans lessen when he removes himself from Dom’s mouth. But his breaths are more like pants, and Dom knows he has pleased. He smiles a sweaty grin.
Billy turns then. The intensity in his gaze wipes the smile right off Dom’s face. This is serious.
“I want you to fuck me properly now, Dominic. Hard and well. With your hands still fuckin’ tied. I know you can do that. At my pace though, yeah?”
Dom nods his head.
Billy smiles in acknowledgment before he’s grasping Dom’s cock to lead it his saliva slicked hole.
He rubs it there for a few moments, teasing them both, and letting the pre-come add to the wetness already left there. Then he takes his hand away and slowly eases Dom’s cock into him, moving slightly side to side to ease and increase the pressure.
Billy grunts with pleasure when he finally feels Dom’s cock completely inside him. Rocking back and forth a few times, he then reaches forward to grip Dom’s tied hands. Looking down he sees a man almost overcome with…something.
“Okay there?”
“…Fuck…[thrust]…yeah!...
The sound of their bodies slamming together is in rhythm with their pants and curses. Billy can feel Dom’s frustration. Dom can feel Billy’s freedom.
Billy rides on Dom’s body without control and then slows, trying to judge the moment of Dom’s orgasm. He wants and needs to see Dom completely loses it. It doesn’t take much. One squirming thrust, leaning forward so he can mutter in Dom’s ear “Your cock fills me, right inside me, fucking me…filling me…yeah ….”
“Billlllss……..fuck…god…god….fuck….yeah… ahhh…ahhh…ahhhhhh …”
The minute after Billy feels Dom come in his ass, he pulls himself off the spent cock and leans over a sweaty and confused face.
“You really are quite perfect, you know that?”
“Not so bad yourself” a still hard breathing Dom answers. “That was a top notch orgasm. You really should try one.”
As a very sated Dom settles back, Billy kisses him the breaks away. “I want to come on your face”.
Dom watches as Billy knees his way closer, bringing a glistening hand out from behind his back. He quickly wraps it around his cock earning a low moan from Dom. “I guess I can’t do much about that, what with my hands being tied and all. But I think I deserve some sort of payment. It only seems fair seeing as you’re using my own come as your lube.”
“Uuhhh…fuck. Possession is nine tenths of some law…”
Dom smiles. Then watches as Billy’s hand on his cock gets faster and more frantic. His opens his mouth, wishing he could taste Bill again.
Billy can see the open mouth and tongue just in front of him, but the memory of the crooked smile on Dom’s satisfied face is what he aims for. Coming with a gasp over a smirk.
Dom gives Billy a moment to recover.
When his friend’s breathing appears to be easier, he smiles and then attempts to lick the wetness currently easing its way down his left cheek in what he thinks is a comical way.
“Hmmm…little help here Bills?”
“What are you whinging about? It suits you. Come de Billy. Could be the next big thing.”
“You’ll always be the next big thing - next to me.”
“And you’ll be wanting out of that belt, when exactly?”
“I’m perfectly happy right here mate. It’s comfy. Been getting sick of the filming anyway. Just tell Peter I’m out. He can find himself a new Merry. Also, I guess you’ll be cooking your own breakfasts and dinners from now on. You would starve to death of course, one can’t live on film catering alone, and I’m the only one that makes your porridge in that lumpy fashion you pretend to dislike but eat all....hmmpphhh”.
Bill shuts him up with a kiss. Dom’s actually been untied from “..dinners…” and was wiping his own face with a tissue, but he does so like to make a fuss.
Billy finishes the kiss with smacking sound, and then takes his time to admire the pink marks around Dom’s wrists, carefully placing tonguey kisses to both of them. Once done with that delightful task, he pulls Dom into him, enjoying the feel of arms wrapping around him. And a naked body. And some other warmth that seems to be generated from inside, not out.
Dom attempts to tickle him. But it’s half-hearted at best. More of an over-enthusiastic caress really. Billy grabs Dom’s face in one hand, and his own courage in another, and says “You’re a mad bugger, but I do love you. Really.”
Stillness. That’s a new declaration. Dom’s eyebrows may go up a fraction. Then he smirks.
“Well, I love you as well. Buggerer.”
Chuckles of happiness and relief give way to sleep, and more tomorrows.
Title: Gut instinct
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: First fic, un-betad, PWP, need I say more?
And cross-posting (which I left a bit late as a newbie. Please take pity!)
Warnings: Mild bondage, rimming, you know...all the good stuff.
Billy had been admiring Dom’s stomach for about six months. And for about one month he’s been getting intimately involved with the truth of Dom’s stomach, and his other bits. But the stomach is still a favourite. It’s flat, slightly hairy in all the best places, and prone to reveal itself during the most inopportune moments. It is often offset by a too-small t-shirt, a low-sling pair of jeans and, occasionally, a belt.
Currently the stomach is naked. Quivering. And the occasional belt has been re-accessorised to Dominic’s wrists.
The sight of Dom’s wrists contained is almost more intoxicating than the twitching stomach. The wrists do have the benefit of skin peeking out now and then from the black leather when he twists and turns.
Billy assumes that skin must be getting a little sore now as it’s looking quite pink.
Dom’s been testing the give of his own belt since it was first wrapped around his wrists. He has forgotten about his stomach. His whole world is now focused on Billy, and which bit of his skin Billy is touching. At the moment all his attention is focused on Billy’s cock forcing its way into his mouth.
Billy makes himself look down, away from the hands turning in the belt, so he can see his own cock thrusting into the open mouth beneath him. The sight of his now saliva soaked cock pushing in between such tight lips, and feeling the ridge of teeth behind them, only makes him want more.
He places one hand on the belt knot, the other on Dom’s left cheek, and gives over to the feeling of power as he fucks Dom’s mouth.
Groaning with pleasure, he eventually gathers himself enough to remove his cock from such a perfect wet embrace.
Turning around, with some creative (and he likes to think quite graceful) maneuvering, Billy finally speaks.
“Fuck me”
Dom hasn’t felt the need to speak since he was tied up. As a tactile and vocal guy, he often finds that the constraints put on his hands also restrain his voice. And no words are necessary now. Billy has positioned himself perfectly for the fucking he wants. All Dom has to do to agree with the command is to extend his tongue.
Which he does. He kisses, laps, and sticks his tongue into the perfect arsehole presented to him.
Dom’s enjoying the pressure around his wrists along with the almost claustrophobic feeling of Billy riding his tongue.
Billy’s moans lessen when he removes himself from Dom’s mouth. But his breaths are more like pants, and Dom knows he has pleased. He smiles a sweaty grin.
Billy turns then. The intensity in his gaze wipes the smile right off Dom’s face. This is serious.
“I want you to fuck me properly now, Dominic. Hard and well. With your hands still fuckin’ tied. I know you can do that. At my pace though, yeah?”
Dom nods his head.
Billy smiles in acknowledgment before he’s grasping Dom’s cock to lead it his saliva slicked hole.
He rubs it there for a few moments, teasing them both, and letting the pre-come add to the wetness already left there. Then he takes his hand away and slowly eases Dom’s cock into him, moving slightly side to side to ease and increase the pressure.
Billy grunts with pleasure when he finally feels Dom’s cock completely inside him. Rocking back and forth a few times, he then reaches forward to grip Dom’s tied hands. Looking down he sees a man almost overcome with…something.
“Okay there?”
“…Fuck…[thrust]…yeah!...
The sound of their bodies slamming together is in rhythm with their pants and curses. Billy can feel Dom’s frustration. Dom can feel Billy’s freedom.
Billy rides on Dom’s body without control and then slows, trying to judge the moment of Dom’s orgasm. He wants and needs to see Dom completely loses it. It doesn’t take much. One squirming thrust, leaning forward so he can mutter in Dom’s ear “Your cock fills me, right inside me, fucking me…filling me…yeah ….”
“Billlllss……..fuck…god…god….fuck….yeah… ahhh…ahhh…ahhhhhh …”
The minute after Billy feels Dom come in his ass, he pulls himself off the spent cock and leans over a sweaty and confused face.
“You really are quite perfect, you know that?”
“Not so bad yourself” a still hard breathing Dom answers. “That was a top notch orgasm. You really should try one.”
As a very sated Dom settles back, Billy kisses him the breaks away. “I want to come on your face”.
Dom watches as Billy knees his way closer, bringing a glistening hand out from behind his back. He quickly wraps it around his cock earning a low moan from Dom. “I guess I can’t do much about that, what with my hands being tied and all. But I think I deserve some sort of payment. It only seems fair seeing as you’re using my own come as your lube.”
“Uuhhh…fuck. Possession is nine tenths of some law…”
Dom smiles. Then watches as Billy’s hand on his cock gets faster and more frantic. His opens his mouth, wishing he could taste Bill again.
Billy can see the open mouth and tongue just in front of him, but the memory of the crooked smile on Dom’s satisfied face is what he aims for. Coming with a gasp over a smirk.
Dom gives Billy a moment to recover.
When his friend’s breathing appears to be easier, he smiles and then attempts to lick the wetness currently easing its way down his left cheek in what he thinks is a comical way.
“Hmmm…little help here Bills?”
“What are you whinging about? It suits you. Come de Billy. Could be the next big thing.”
“You’ll always be the next big thing - next to me.”
“And you’ll be wanting out of that belt, when exactly?”
“I’m perfectly happy right here mate. It’s comfy. Been getting sick of the filming anyway. Just tell Peter I’m out. He can find himself a new Merry. Also, I guess you’ll be cooking your own breakfasts and dinners from now on. You would starve to death of course, one can’t live on film catering alone, and I’m the only one that makes your porridge in that lumpy fashion you pretend to dislike but eat all....hmmpphhh”.
Bill shuts him up with a kiss. Dom’s actually been untied from “..dinners…” and was wiping his own face with a tissue, but he does so like to make a fuss.
Billy finishes the kiss with smacking sound, and then takes his time to admire the pink marks around Dom’s wrists, carefully placing tonguey kisses to both of them. Once done with that delightful task, he pulls Dom into him, enjoying the feel of arms wrapping around him. And a naked body. And some other warmth that seems to be generated from inside, not out.
Dom attempts to tickle him. But it’s half-hearted at best. More of an over-enthusiastic caress really. Billy grabs Dom’s face in one hand, and his own courage in another, and says “You’re a mad bugger, but I do love you. Really.”
Stillness. That’s a new declaration. Dom’s eyebrows may go up a fraction. Then he smirks.
“Well, I love you as well. Buggerer.”
Chuckles of happiness and relief give way to sleep, and more tomorrows.