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um. i wrote fucksome.
deliberation
dom/billy/elijah, NC-17
notes: with many, many thanks to my dear ella_minnow for the amazing beta work.
Elijah's toes don't touch the floor, Dom thinks idly, watching Billy's arse clench as he drives slowly in and out of Elijah.
No voices ring out, but nevertheless it's far from quiet. Elijah's heavy breathing thickens into wet moans when Billy's hand tightens around his dick, and Billy groans open-mouthed when Elijah tightens around Billy, just because he can. The table supporting Elijah rattles quietly when Billy thrusts just a bit too hard.
Dom is the most quiet of them, propped against the sink, biting back any sound, clenching his teeth and throat around the panting that wants to slither out.
The kitchen is moonlit, light spilling across the white tiles and cutting sharply across Elijah's face so that only his eyes and forehead are alight, pupils alternating between painfully narrowed and swallowing up impossible irises. They follow Dom as he moves behind Billy, and then Dom isn't quite sure which of them Elijah is staring at.
Dom's hands settle lightly on Billy's waist, under his gaping shirt, and glide slowly downward around the globes of Billy's arse, fingers gripping, tightening each time Billy thrusts. Soon it is Dom who controls the rhythm, Dom who thrusts Billy into Elijah.
"Fuck, Dom," Billy breathes, head thrown back to rest on Dom's shoulder.
"Fuck Elijah," Dom murmurs against the shell of Billy's ear, lips crooked into a smirk that he knows Billy can feel. All the heavy breathing in the room doesn't quite manage to stutter into laughter.
Dom's fingers slither up around Billy's waist again, jerking Billy’s hips sharply forward, disrupting their lazy rhythm and making Elijah cry out. Dom moves one hand around them to grasp at Elijah's cock, fingers gently untangling Billy's, chin resting upon Billy's shoulder as he watches Elijah's flushed and steel hard dick pulse and leak into his palm.
"God," Billy groans, leaning forward, and presses his hands to the table, blanketing Elijah as he moves faster and harder. There is liquid fire lapping at the base of his spine, a thin white-hot chord that pulls at his groin, Dom's stifled erection rubbing against the cleft of Billy’s arse.
Elijah wraps a hand around Billy's neck, pulls him down at the same time his own head lifts up, and sinks his teeth into Billy's lower lip, opening his mouth and stroking Billy's tongue with his own when it plunges forth. His hand moves to his cock, fingers twining with Dom's, tight and fast, synchronized with the movement of Billy's hips, and when Billy's lips release him, he moans, low and long.
"You're such a whore, Lijah," Dom groans into Billy's neck, abandoning Elijah's dick to fit the V of thumb and forefinger around the base of Billy's own cock. With his other hand, he pulls Billy back by the shoulder, runs gentle fingers over Billy's moist lips, tilts his head sideways for an open-mouthed kiss. Elijah's breath hitches at the sight.
Billy relents for a fragile moment, then whips his chin around rebelliously, breaking the kiss. He slackens the iron grip he has inadvertently taken on Elijah's hips, sliding his fingers up to graze against Elijah's chest. Billy bends down again, laps at Elijah's nipples, bites lightly on them until Elijah calls his name in splinters and fragments.
Dom follows Billy, pulling the tails of Billy's unbuttoned shirt back and raking fingers across his chest, not quite threading through the fine hairs, fingertips pinching Billy's nipples into a darker flush. Billy presses back against Dom, and Dom’s reaction is like a whiplash, tight and immediate, as he pushes violently forward. They all groan.
Elijah arches off the table, white chest a perfect curve, a pale parabola born of Billy's thrusts, of Billy's calculations. Dom stares, watching Elijah's mouth fall open in a soundless cry as he comes, cock spurting all over his chest and stomach.
Elijah's thighs are hanging over the edge of the table, and Dom hooks his hands beneath Elijah's knees, parting his thighs further for Billy. Dom fits himself snugly behind Billy, bending his legs slightly and pushing upward against skin and heat. The delicious friction makes him pause and stutter momentarily. His fingers slither down Billy's stomach and deliberately press behind Billy’s balls, directing their thrusts with unsteady hips as Billy hisses and bucks and comes hard, Elijah still clenching around him.
The chirp of crickets is abruptly loud in the room, echoing against the white tiles, ricocheting off the layers of sweat upon their skins and their slowing breathing. There is a keen ringing sound that clings to the inside of Dom's ears.
He is still fully dressed.
Billy is kissing Elijah unhurriedly. He pulls out of Elijah, provoking a groan of loss. Dom watches the ripple of muscle underneath Billy's drenched shirt as he straightens up. Billy looks over his shoulder, eyes black.
Dom squeezes Billy's waist, rests his forehead on a warm shoulder. Elijah sits, threads fingers through his. He has both their attentions now.
"Don't worry. You can suck me off in a minute."
Billy snorts into Elijah's neck. Elijah reaches blindly around Billy for Dom. "Come here, you cunt."
deliberation
dom/billy/elijah, NC-17
notes: with many, many thanks to my dear ella_minnow for the amazing beta work.
Elijah's toes don't touch the floor, Dom thinks idly, watching Billy's arse clench as he drives slowly in and out of Elijah.
No voices ring out, but nevertheless it's far from quiet. Elijah's heavy breathing thickens into wet moans when Billy's hand tightens around his dick, and Billy groans open-mouthed when Elijah tightens around Billy, just because he can. The table supporting Elijah rattles quietly when Billy thrusts just a bit too hard.
Dom is the most quiet of them, propped against the sink, biting back any sound, clenching his teeth and throat around the panting that wants to slither out.
The kitchen is moonlit, light spilling across the white tiles and cutting sharply across Elijah's face so that only his eyes and forehead are alight, pupils alternating between painfully narrowed and swallowing up impossible irises. They follow Dom as he moves behind Billy, and then Dom isn't quite sure which of them Elijah is staring at.
Dom's hands settle lightly on Billy's waist, under his gaping shirt, and glide slowly downward around the globes of Billy's arse, fingers gripping, tightening each time Billy thrusts. Soon it is Dom who controls the rhythm, Dom who thrusts Billy into Elijah.
"Fuck, Dom," Billy breathes, head thrown back to rest on Dom's shoulder.
"Fuck Elijah," Dom murmurs against the shell of Billy's ear, lips crooked into a smirk that he knows Billy can feel. All the heavy breathing in the room doesn't quite manage to stutter into laughter.
Dom's fingers slither up around Billy's waist again, jerking Billy’s hips sharply forward, disrupting their lazy rhythm and making Elijah cry out. Dom moves one hand around them to grasp at Elijah's cock, fingers gently untangling Billy's, chin resting upon Billy's shoulder as he watches Elijah's flushed and steel hard dick pulse and leak into his palm.
"God," Billy groans, leaning forward, and presses his hands to the table, blanketing Elijah as he moves faster and harder. There is liquid fire lapping at the base of his spine, a thin white-hot chord that pulls at his groin, Dom's stifled erection rubbing against the cleft of Billy’s arse.
Elijah wraps a hand around Billy's neck, pulls him down at the same time his own head lifts up, and sinks his teeth into Billy's lower lip, opening his mouth and stroking Billy's tongue with his own when it plunges forth. His hand moves to his cock, fingers twining with Dom's, tight and fast, synchronized with the movement of Billy's hips, and when Billy's lips release him, he moans, low and long.
"You're such a whore, Lijah," Dom groans into Billy's neck, abandoning Elijah's dick to fit the V of thumb and forefinger around the base of Billy's own cock. With his other hand, he pulls Billy back by the shoulder, runs gentle fingers over Billy's moist lips, tilts his head sideways for an open-mouthed kiss. Elijah's breath hitches at the sight.
Billy relents for a fragile moment, then whips his chin around rebelliously, breaking the kiss. He slackens the iron grip he has inadvertently taken on Elijah's hips, sliding his fingers up to graze against Elijah's chest. Billy bends down again, laps at Elijah's nipples, bites lightly on them until Elijah calls his name in splinters and fragments.
Dom follows Billy, pulling the tails of Billy's unbuttoned shirt back and raking fingers across his chest, not quite threading through the fine hairs, fingertips pinching Billy's nipples into a darker flush. Billy presses back against Dom, and Dom’s reaction is like a whiplash, tight and immediate, as he pushes violently forward. They all groan.
Elijah arches off the table, white chest a perfect curve, a pale parabola born of Billy's thrusts, of Billy's calculations. Dom stares, watching Elijah's mouth fall open in a soundless cry as he comes, cock spurting all over his chest and stomach.
Elijah's thighs are hanging over the edge of the table, and Dom hooks his hands beneath Elijah's knees, parting his thighs further for Billy. Dom fits himself snugly behind Billy, bending his legs slightly and pushing upward against skin and heat. The delicious friction makes him pause and stutter momentarily. His fingers slither down Billy's stomach and deliberately press behind Billy’s balls, directing their thrusts with unsteady hips as Billy hisses and bucks and comes hard, Elijah still clenching around him.
The chirp of crickets is abruptly loud in the room, echoing against the white tiles, ricocheting off the layers of sweat upon their skins and their slowing breathing. There is a keen ringing sound that clings to the inside of Dom's ears.
He is still fully dressed.
Billy is kissing Elijah unhurriedly. He pulls out of Elijah, provoking a groan of loss. Dom watches the ripple of muscle underneath Billy's drenched shirt as he straightens up. Billy looks over his shoulder, eyes black.
Dom squeezes Billy's waist, rests his forehead on a warm shoulder. Elijah sits, threads fingers through his. He has both their attentions now.
"Don't worry. You can suck me off in a minute."
Billy snorts into Elijah's neck. Elijah reaches blindly around Billy for Dom. "Come here, you cunt."