I Like The Way (One Shot)
Title: I Like The Way
Author: engel_sehnsucht
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Warnings: kink
Prompt: Picture #1.Summary: dressing room sex
Disclaimer: neither Dom nor Matt belong to me. This isn't true.
AN: for the stellarclouds March challenge.
Dom followed Matt back into the small room the magazine had lent them for the day, having finally finished a long interview that had ended in them disclosing how they fought (Matt fighting dirty by biting, Dom eventually ending up on top - both had smirked knowingly as Dom said that) turning and pushing the door shut behind them. As soon as he’d turned back to look into the room, Matt pressed him against the smooth wood.
“You could ‘batter’ me, could you, Dom?”
Matt was smirking, the corners of his lips tilted up slightly. His hands were gripping Dom’s biceps and his hips rocking against Dom’s, his half-hard cock making already-tight trousers even tighter. In Dom’s opinion he looked beautiful: his dark hair was slightly messy, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes dark, pupils consuming his irises thanks to his arousal.
“You’re doubting me, Bellamy?”
Matt smiled a cocky smile before his lips crashed against Dom’s in a fierce kiss. It was sloppy and violent, a clashing of teeth and the biting of lips. Matt’s tongue stroked along Dom’s bottom lip before pushing into his mouth, battling Dom’s tongue in an aggressive yet graceful dance. He nipped at Dom’s lips, drawing a shallow moan from the drummer, before licking and biting down his jaw, sucking on Dom’s earlobe. As Matt became more aroused, his grip on Dom’s biceps weakened, his hips now grinding against Dom’s. Dom sighed, biting his lip to hold back a whine, pressing his hips firmly into Matt’s. The singer’s eyes slid closed, his head falling backwards and his mouth in a perfect ‘o’. Dom smirked, wrapping his right leg around Matt’s legs and using that to flip them, Matt’s body colliding with the wall with a gentle slam. His eyes shot open and all Dom could see in them was arousal.
“Yes, Matt; I could ‘batter’ you.”
Matt laughed softly, letting his hands fall from their position on Dom’s biceps and his head dip slightly in submission. He pressed his body against the wall, ready for Dom to have and to use as he wanted. Dom stepped back to observe his band mate, his cock straining against the tight material of his trousers. Matt’s head was bowed, and the pale skin of his neck contrasted beautifully with the black of his t-shirt. His arms were held by his sides, his hands relaxed. The t-shirt was stretched over his chest, and Dom could see that his nipples were erect. His cock had created a large bulge in his dark jeans, which were tight and clung to his legs. Dom stepped back towards him, tilting Matt’s head up with two fingers under his chin. He pressed a gentle kiss to Matt’s lips as his hands fell to the belt on Matt’s trousers. Deft fingers had the belt undone and off in seconds, and he looped it around his neck so his hands could go back to touching Matt. The gentle kiss started to become a bit more forceful: Dom’s teeth sank into Matt’s bottom lip and tugged, eliciting a rough moan from Matt, whose arms wrapped around his neck, and one leg around his waist. Dom pulled back, looking straight into Matt’s blue eyes: he looked slightly sheepish at assuming so much from Dom, but his eyes were still dominated by arousal. Dom nodded, and Matt pushed up off his other leg, wrapping it around Dom’s waist, Dom catching it and holding him up while he got into a secure position.
“Okay?”
Matt nodded and Dom pushed him more firmly against the wall, relying on that and Matt’s legs and arms, which were still wrapped around his neck, to hold his boyfriend up. As soon as he was sure that Matt wouldn’t fall, Dom leaned back in and captured Matt’s mouth again, his tongue pushing straight in past Matt’s lips to dominate his mouth. All Matt could taste was Dom; Dom’s scent was surrounding him; all he felt was Dom. Suddenly Dom took a step back from the wall, and Matt instinctively tightened the grip of his arms on Dom’s neck, and his legs around Dom’s hips. Dom’s hands held him firmly, one hand on one of Matt’s thighs, the other arm wrapped around his back. As Dom walked across the room, Matt pressed his face to Dom’s neck and nipped at the soft skin, sucking at the pulse point to leave a dark bruise. The arm around his back vanished, and a hand gripped his hair and pulled his head out of the crook of Dom’s neck, a new wave of arousal flooding his stomach at the rough treatment. He was dropped onto the leather sofa and looked up at Dom, his belt still hanging around the drummer’s neck. Swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, he resisted the urge to palm himself through his jeans. Dom smirked down at him and Matt was left as a panting mess, sliding off the sofa to land gently on his knees in front of Dom. Raising his hands to Dom’s belt, he asked, “May I?”
“Yes.”
Pulling the belt from around his neck, Dom placed it on the table next to them, reaching down and gripping the hem of his jumper, pulling it up and over his head as Matt undid the button of his trousers. As Dom dropped his jumper, Matt gripped the zip of his trousers and pulled it down, yanking the trousers down Dom’s legs. He took the waistband of Dom’s soft cotton boxers in his teeth and pulled them down, Dom’s fingers winding through his messy hair and scratching against his scalp. Matt leaned in and allowed his breath to tease Dom, cooling the pre-come leaking from the tip of his cock. At a tug on his hair, he sucked the drummer’s cock into his mouth, twisting his tongue around it. The pre-come was salty and thick on his tongue, and he hummed as he sucked, the vibrations travelling up Dom’s cock. He only took the head of Dom’s cock in his mouth, satisfied with just tasting Dom.
“Matt,” Dom snapped, and the word was almost a command. The kneeling man sucked more of his boyfriend’s cock into his mouth, savouring the control he had over the other man. Gently tonguing Dom’s slit, he pulled back slightly as he grinned at the sound his action had elicited. Hands in his hair forced him to pull back completely, allowing Dom’s cock to slip out from his mouth. “Up,” Dom ordered, and Matt scrambled to his feet. “Happy now you’ve tasted me, slut?” Dom whispered into his ear, and he shivered, Dom’s cool breath teasing his lobe. When he didn’t answer, Dom’s teeth sank into the flesh and tugged.
“Yes,” he gasped, palming himself through his jeans. “Dom, please - I need you.”
“Then get naked.”
Matt wasted no time in stripping off his shirt and dropping it to the floor; next he kicked his trainers off, tugged his jeans undone and down his legs, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down at the same time. As soon as he was naked, he dropped down to his knees in front of Dom and bowed his head.
“In that sort of mood?”
He nodded in response, his hard cock lying heavy against his thigh.
“Get up and bend over the arm of the sofa.”
Immediately following Dom’s instructions, he paid no attention to Dom strolling over to the table where he’d deposited Matt’s belt. Dom strolled leisurely around to stand behind Matt, who was bent at a right angle over the leather-covered arm, his arms bent at the elbows and hands holding on, supporting himself. His legs were spread, offering himself to Dom.
“Put your arms behind your back.”
Matt knew what was coming next and whimpered as a fresh wave of arousal crashed over him. He reached behind himself, stretching out for Dom, rolling his hips against the sofa and gasping as relief coursed though his body. Dom took one of his hands, tenderly stroking over Matt’s palm with his thumb, before grabbing Matt’s other hand in his own, snapping a pair of handcuffs onto Matt’s wrists and tying it tightly. Dom stepped back to observe the gorgeous sight splayed out before him: Matt, flushed and panting, bent over the sofa arm, his hands tied behind his back and his cock standing hard between his spread legs. Pre-come was dripping from the tip, and with a moan he rolled his hips against the arm of the sofa again. Dom stepped forwards and a second later his hand collided with Matt’s backside. Matt cried out, torn between pressing against the sofa for some relief and pushing back, inviting more from Dom. His decision was made for him when Dom’s hand landed on Matt’s arse again, the pain tingling pleasantly. Dom’s hand landed again, and again, the sweet torture continuing until the skin of Matt’s arse was pink and Matt was begging for some relief.
“Please, Dom, no more. I need you, please-”
“Enough.”
Matt’s mouth snapped shut and Dom smiled, caressing his back softly.
“Good boy.”
Matt’s harsh breathing was the only sound that filled the air, and the snap of the lid of a tube of lube opening made them both jump slightly. Dom coated his fingers and, pressing the cap back down and throwing the tube away, slid one finger into Matt. He prepared him quickly, adding second and third fingers. He wiped his fingers on Matt’s back when he was done, before uncuffing Matt’s wrists. He saw Matt open his mouth, ready to protest, and cut him off gently. “Hold your hands out in front of you.” Matt twisted around and kissed Dom softly on the mouth before doing so; Dom snapped the cuffs back on and smiled. “Mine.” He trailed kisses down Matt’s jaw and neck, Matt’s fingers twisting in his hair, fingers tensing as Dom sank his teeth into the place where Matt’s neck became shoulder, sucking hard. He pulled away, Matt’s hands falling from his hair, and proudly stroked the bruise he had left. Looking into Matt’s eyes, he took Matt’s jaw in his hand and kissed him softly. “On your hands and knees.”
Matt’s breath hitched in his throat, and he turned, moving from the sofa to next to it and falling to all fours. He looked over his shoulder at Dom, his eyes burning with desire. Dom hurried over, grabbing the bottle of lube from where he had tossed it, and picking up his trousers.
“Leave it. Leave the condom off. I want to be able to feel you.”
Dom frowned. “You sure? You won’t be able to clean up until we get home. It’ll be pretty uncomfortable.”
“I don’t care. It’s just another thing to remind me who I belong to-” Matt smirked at Dom’s stunned expression “-and you can always help me to get clean when we get back.”
Dom smirked back at Matt. “I like your way of thinking.”
“I have another idea you might like: you fuck me.” Dom leant forwards, wrapping his body around Matt’s, and bit the smaller man’s shoulder in reprimand, Matt moaning softly.
“I’m going to leave marks all over you-” Dom pulled back, stroking his cock to coat it in lube “-so everybody knows-” he pressed his cock to the tight ring of muscle “-just who you belong to,” he finished, pushing into his boyfriend in one swift move, Matt gasping and shuddering beneath him. He paused, giving the smaller man some time to adjust, before beginning to move, rolling his hips smoothly. His hands fell to Matt’s hips, holding him still and smirking when Matt whined in protest. One hand started to stroke up Matt’s flawless, pale back, feeling the powerful muscles under the skin.
“Love how you dominate me,” Matt whispered, his head dropping to hang between his arms, his body pliant. At his admission, Dom pressed a kiss to his shoulder, lathing the spot with his tongue. The hand that was resting on Matt’s back slid around, fingertips trailing across Matt’s chest. He pinched one hard nipple and then rolled it between his fingers, tugging and twisting; Matt cried out as his other nipple received the same treatment. Dom couldn’t hold back any longer and snapped his hips into Matt’s body roughly, picking up a hard, fast rhythm. Matt shook beneath him, breathing sharply as Dom’s hips slammed into him, moaning every time the head of Dom’s cock brushed his prostate. Suddenly, strong hands were pulling him upright onto his knees, and he pressed his back to Dom’s chest, his head rolling onto the taller man’s shoulder as his hips kept up a relentless pace and strong fingers went back to teasing Matt’s nipples. Matt was so close, kept on the edge by Dom’s thrusts; he knew exactly what to do to drive Matt mad with frustration. Matt reached back and looped his arms around Dom’s neck, arching as Dom drove deeper into him, fucking him harder and faster. Dom hummed into his ear.
“Good boy.” He was rewarded with a teasing nibble to his earlobe. “What do you want?”
“Want you to make me come,” he gasped, his mouth dropping open as Dom’s cockhead slammed into his prostate. “Please, Dom, touch me.”
The other man’s hand dropped immediately to his cock, the other hand still pinching and twisting one nipple. As Dom’s fingers closed around the hot flesh Matt knew he wouldn’t last much longer. After another couple of slamming thrusts from Dom’s hips and his hand stroking Matt’s aching cock in time with his thrusts, Matt came hard, moaning “Dom,” into his boyfriend’s neck. He felt Dom tense behind him and was filled with hot come, Dom biting into Matt’s earlobe as he rolled his hips, riding out his orgasm. They finally collapsed onto the floor, Dom still in Matt and holding him from behind, kissing the nape of his neck and his sweaty hairline.
“Beautiful,” he said, “And all mine.”
As Matt smiled blissfully, there was a knock on the door.
“Guys?” said the voice of a nervous-sounding member of staff, “Is it all right if we kick you out a bit earlier than planned? It’s just, we’ve got another band coming in soon and the room we were going to put them in has had to be closed off, a pipe has burst and-”
“That’s fine,” Dom said, cutting off the ramble before the man could get into it and smiling slightly at his way with words. “Just give us five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said a now relieved voice, and the two men heard footsteps fading away as the man walked down the corridor.
“Come on, then,” Dom said, prodding Matt’s shoulder as he slid out of him before unlocking the cuffs. Matt groaned, shifting on the floor where he lay. Dom smirked. “Regretting not letting me put a condom on?”
Matt nodded, sitting up, reaching for his boxers and pulling them on. “But I’m sure you’ll find a way to clean me up when we get back.” Matt looked at Dom from under his eyelashes, a suggestive look on his face. Dom snorted.
“You slag. Come on, let’s get home.”
They dressed quickly and left the room as tidy as they had found it. In the taxi back home, Matt turned to his boyfriend.
“Dom, one question. Why the fuck did you have cuff with you? Lube, yes, we always have that, but cuffs?”
Dom blushed. “Wanted to try it,” he mumbled.
Matt grinned to himself in silent victory. “Now, I think you said you wanted me to make it up to you…” Dom said, quickly changing the subject. Matt winked.
“You can start by giving me those cuffs. It’s my turn at this game.”
Dom raised one eyebrow. “In that case, you can wait until we get home. Slut,” he added with a grin at Matt’s groan and thump to his shoulder. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Matt’s earlobe. “It’ll be worth the wait,” he breathed. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
The red stockings and lace suspender belt he’d hidden away should give him a nice edge in this game of dominance they were playing. Even if he was the one cuffed to the bed.