FIC: Vanilla Twist (1/1)
title: Vanilla Twist
pairing: Dom/Billy
rating: NC-17
words: 1660+
warning: light BDSM activity.
summary: During NZ filming, Billy and Dom have reunion sex, when something a little unexpected happens.
author's note: As usual, THANK YOU TO silentdescant for her wonderful beta-ing, and wonder_walldbc for the constant cheering on. ♥ my brainspouses.
The second that the front door slammed shut behind him, Dominic dropped his luggage and jumped onto Billy, who almost fell over when he caught him. Bouncing a little, Dom kissed him firmly and murmured, "Billy, Bill, Bills, it's been weeks, missed you, love you, need you, Billy." He grinned widely as his hands drifted down and squeezed Billy's arse through the cloth of his trousers.
Billy groaned his hello to Dom then, returning the kiss and its intensity a million times over. "Mmmmm, love you, too, feels like months, not weeks. Tell me again why we're filming on completely different islands?" He ran his own hands over and down Dom's body as if reacquainting himself with the feel of him, before starting to guide them towards the nearby bedroom, unfastening Dom's jeans as they went.
Dom followed Billy, kissing down his neck, sucking and nipping as he went. He mirrored Billy's actions and continued up to unbutton his shirt. His voice thrummed against Billy's skin. "Because for some reason Pete puts location ahead of the quality of our lives, that's why." Billy's shirt was already being pushed off his shoulders, and Dom pulled back only the few inches needed to remove Billy's undershirt as well. "What I wanna know is why you have to wear so many fucking clothes. You should have been naked and waiting for me."
"I'll remember that next time, then," Billy replied dryly. Entering the bedroom, he made short work of Dom's t-shirt, moving in to reestablish the kiss as soon as it was off and thrown aside. He sucked teasingly on Dom's tongue, eliciting a whimper from the younger man who was momentarily distracted from his current task of undressing Billy. Dom's jeans were the first to hit the floor, with Billy's trousers following close after, pants and all.
They fell on the bed, naked and eager. Dominic's skin tingled everywhere it came into contact with Billy, heat spreading from each point until his body was a constellation of need. Their movements together were desperate but not rushed; they wanted to savor every second. A hand reached out to the bedside drawer and came back with lube and a condom. Finally they stilled with Dom pinned on his back, head spinning with lust, ready for Billy, ready for anything.
With one hand, Billy grabbed hold of Dom's shoulder, forcing him to be motionless. With the other, he positioned himself between Dom's legs, and pushed inside with one fluid movement of his hips. "Oh fuck. Don't you fucking move a single inch, you hear me?" he growled.
Dom wasn't sure if it was the weeks of buildup, the intensity of the moment or the aggression in Billy's voice, but whatever it was, Dom moaned his agreement eagerly and without thought, "Nnngh, yes, whatever you want, Sir."
And Dom froze. They both froze.
Billy blinked in shock. "Did you just call me 'Sir'?"
Thoughts swarmed like bees in Dom's suddenly overloaded mind, 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he's gonna think I'm a freak, he's gonna leave, fuck, shite, motherfucking shite, what do I do?'
"I asked you a question, Dominic. What did you call me?" Billy's words were calm, but he emphasised Dom's name with a snap of his hips, and Dom's breath caught in his throat.
This was completely new territory for their relationship. Dom had hoped to ease Billy into this aspect of himself, hopefully over a few careful conversations, not blurt it out in a moment of need. He cautiously looked up into Billy's eyes, studying him carefully for a moment. What he saw there surprised him. He suddenly knew that if he just played it off as a joke, Billy would let it go and nothing would change. But if he told the truth... this would be something different than the occasional handcuffs and rough sex.
"I...I--" He swallowed dryly, every muscle in his body tense with apprehension. He had to make his choice. "I called you Sir... Sir." And he waited.
Billy held still for a moment more, then he leaned in low to murmur seductively in Dom's ear, "Does that make you my boy?"
Dom completely fucking melted beneath him with a whimper. "Oh bloody hell yes, yes, Sir."
With that, Billy was kissing him like he never had before, all teeth and tongues and possessiveness, claiming Dom. Without breaking the kiss, he started to thrust inside of Dom at a deliciously torturous pace. Still keeping one hand on Dom's shoulder, Billy wrapped his free hand around Dom's cock and squeezed teasingly. He pulled back from the kiss to breathe, "And what does my boy want? Tell me, now, don't think about it, and if you ask very... very... nicely... it just might happen." Each pause was punctuated with another tight squeeze of his hand.
Dom's breath came in a series of gasps, completely overwhelmed. "I-- I don't know..."
The hand on his shoulder was suddenly in his hair, pulling just hard enough to sting with each ebb and flow of Billy's thrusts. "Yes, you do. You will answer my questions when I ask them, boy," Billy commanded.
His own hands scrambling at the sheets, Dom whimpered again, words spilling out without thought. "Yes, sorry, your boy wants you to fuck him, Sir, hard. Restrain him, gag him, anything." He stared up into Billy's waiting eyes. "Claim your boy, Sir, please."
Another hard and searing kiss, then Billy stopped his movements and leaned back to glance around, frustration evident on his face. He looked back at Dom, thinking. "Hands through the headboard, and hold tight to it. There's nothing around here that I can tie you with, so be good for me. Do. not. let. go." There was no room for negotiation in his voice. "If you let go, I stop."
Dominic nodded, understanding the out Billy was giving him. He threaded his hands and fingers through the carved design at the head of the bed, gripping it tightly, wrists crossed out of habit. "Yes, Sir." He was rewarded with Billy's hand sliding wonderfully along his cock, almost caressing touches against his most sensitive areas.
"Legs around my waist. Mmmm, good," he muttered when Dom was instantly cooperative. "But if you think I'm going to gag that delightful mouth of yours, you've lost your bleedin' mind," Billy smirked. "I want you loud and vocal, you hear me? I didn't wait this many weeks just to have you silent."
A quick nod from Dominic, "Yes, anything you want, Sir, just please." The wait was driving Dom out of his mind; he couldn't believe this was actually happening, and so fast. His body strained towards Billy, arching slightly off the bed.
Finally satisfied, Billy started pushing inside of Dom again, driving deeper than when they had started and at a quicker pace. His hands traced the curves and ridges of Dom's body. "God, I missed fucking you. Missed watching you under me, skin heating up to a beautiful pink... You've no idea how much I've wanted to turn that pink red." Without warning, he landed a smack on Dom's hip. Dom keened, actually pushing into the slap of Billy's hand, silently begging for more. Billy growled softly and slowed the pace of his hips, "I expressly told you to talk, boy, so do it."
"Yes Sir, sorry, Sir, please don't stop." Dom babbled apologies yet again, mentally kicking himself. Usually he couldn't be shut up, even when gagged, but this situation was so new and unexpected. He tried hard to turn off his mind and just feel the words. "I've wanted that, too, wanted to wear your marks, Sir. Please, do it, use your boy, fuck him so hard he feels it for days, Sir." Billy growled louder in response, his hands dug into Dom's hips hard enough to bruise. He was fucking Dom harder again, vibrations making the bed shudder, rippling out through Dom's hands on the headboard. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, savoring every movement.
"God, this isn't going to last long at this rate," Billy groaned, moving one of his hands back to Dom's aching cock. Dom was moaning now, incoherently agreeing with Billy. "You're to come with me, boy, not a moment before or after. Or you may not come at all tonight," He warned, stroking Dom's cock in a rough rhythm, matching the quickening snap of his hips.
"S-sir," Dom managed to choke out, fully writhing underneath Billy now. His moans grew shorter and breathier as he neared the brink. "I'm... oh, god, please soon..."
Billy's pace became erratic, his free hand digging harder into Dom's hip, nails almost sinking into the skin. "Oh fucking hell, now, Dommeh."
They came hard, voices crying out together as their bodies shook from exertion and pleasure. Billy slumped over onto Dominic and hungrily kissed him. Dom met his lips enthusiastically each time, finally releasing his grip on the bed to hold Billy tightly.
The time passed slowly, and eventually Billy shifted mostly off of the other man, one arm and leg still sprawled over Dom's body. "Mmmphhh," he groaned, and Dom echoed the sentiment.
They lay there, revelling in the closeness they had been missing for so long. Dom finally spoke. "Holy Christ, why didn't we do that sooner?" he laughed, jest in his voice covering the pool of nervousness that was still there in his chest. He couldn't help but think, 'Now what??'
Billy shifted his head and looked at Dom tenderly. "Why didn't we do it sooner, love?" he asked, his voice as caring as his eyes.
Dominic blushed. "I... I don't know. I guess I was waiting for the right time?" he said, not sounding sure at all.
Leaning in, Billy kissed him slowly and softly. His breath ghosted over Dom's lips as he spoke. "I'd say that was the right time, wouldn't you?"
Yet again, Dom melted against him, nuzzling their lips together once more. "It seems like it, yeah," and he smiled.
-end-
pairing: Dom/Billy
rating: NC-17
words: 1660+
warning: light BDSM activity.
summary: During NZ filming, Billy and Dom have reunion sex, when something a little unexpected happens.
author's note: As usual, THANK YOU TO silentdescant for her wonderful beta-ing, and wonder_walldbc for the constant cheering on. ♥ my brainspouses.
The second that the front door slammed shut behind him, Dominic dropped his luggage and jumped onto Billy, who almost fell over when he caught him. Bouncing a little, Dom kissed him firmly and murmured, "Billy, Bill, Bills, it's been weeks, missed you, love you, need you, Billy." He grinned widely as his hands drifted down and squeezed Billy's arse through the cloth of his trousers.
Billy groaned his hello to Dom then, returning the kiss and its intensity a million times over. "Mmmmm, love you, too, feels like months, not weeks. Tell me again why we're filming on completely different islands?" He ran his own hands over and down Dom's body as if reacquainting himself with the feel of him, before starting to guide them towards the nearby bedroom, unfastening Dom's jeans as they went.
Dom followed Billy, kissing down his neck, sucking and nipping as he went. He mirrored Billy's actions and continued up to unbutton his shirt. His voice thrummed against Billy's skin. "Because for some reason Pete puts location ahead of the quality of our lives, that's why." Billy's shirt was already being pushed off his shoulders, and Dom pulled back only the few inches needed to remove Billy's undershirt as well. "What I wanna know is why you have to wear so many fucking clothes. You should have been naked and waiting for me."
"I'll remember that next time, then," Billy replied dryly. Entering the bedroom, he made short work of Dom's t-shirt, moving in to reestablish the kiss as soon as it was off and thrown aside. He sucked teasingly on Dom's tongue, eliciting a whimper from the younger man who was momentarily distracted from his current task of undressing Billy. Dom's jeans were the first to hit the floor, with Billy's trousers following close after, pants and all.
They fell on the bed, naked and eager. Dominic's skin tingled everywhere it came into contact with Billy, heat spreading from each point until his body was a constellation of need. Their movements together were desperate but not rushed; they wanted to savor every second. A hand reached out to the bedside drawer and came back with lube and a condom. Finally they stilled with Dom pinned on his back, head spinning with lust, ready for Billy, ready for anything.
With one hand, Billy grabbed hold of Dom's shoulder, forcing him to be motionless. With the other, he positioned himself between Dom's legs, and pushed inside with one fluid movement of his hips. "Oh fuck. Don't you fucking move a single inch, you hear me?" he growled.
Dom wasn't sure if it was the weeks of buildup, the intensity of the moment or the aggression in Billy's voice, but whatever it was, Dom moaned his agreement eagerly and without thought, "Nnngh, yes, whatever you want, Sir."
And Dom froze. They both froze.
Billy blinked in shock. "Did you just call me 'Sir'?"
Thoughts swarmed like bees in Dom's suddenly overloaded mind, 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he's gonna think I'm a freak, he's gonna leave, fuck, shite, motherfucking shite, what do I do?'
"I asked you a question, Dominic. What did you call me?" Billy's words were calm, but he emphasised Dom's name with a snap of his hips, and Dom's breath caught in his throat.
This was completely new territory for their relationship. Dom had hoped to ease Billy into this aspect of himself, hopefully over a few careful conversations, not blurt it out in a moment of need. He cautiously looked up into Billy's eyes, studying him carefully for a moment. What he saw there surprised him. He suddenly knew that if he just played it off as a joke, Billy would let it go and nothing would change. But if he told the truth... this would be something different than the occasional handcuffs and rough sex.
"I...I--" He swallowed dryly, every muscle in his body tense with apprehension. He had to make his choice. "I called you Sir... Sir." And he waited.
Billy held still for a moment more, then he leaned in low to murmur seductively in Dom's ear, "Does that make you my boy?"
Dom completely fucking melted beneath him with a whimper. "Oh bloody hell yes, yes, Sir."
With that, Billy was kissing him like he never had before, all teeth and tongues and possessiveness, claiming Dom. Without breaking the kiss, he started to thrust inside of Dom at a deliciously torturous pace. Still keeping one hand on Dom's shoulder, Billy wrapped his free hand around Dom's cock and squeezed teasingly. He pulled back from the kiss to breathe, "And what does my boy want? Tell me, now, don't think about it, and if you ask very... very... nicely... it just might happen." Each pause was punctuated with another tight squeeze of his hand.
Dom's breath came in a series of gasps, completely overwhelmed. "I-- I don't know..."
The hand on his shoulder was suddenly in his hair, pulling just hard enough to sting with each ebb and flow of Billy's thrusts. "Yes, you do. You will answer my questions when I ask them, boy," Billy commanded.
His own hands scrambling at the sheets, Dom whimpered again, words spilling out without thought. "Yes, sorry, your boy wants you to fuck him, Sir, hard. Restrain him, gag him, anything." He stared up into Billy's waiting eyes. "Claim your boy, Sir, please."
Another hard and searing kiss, then Billy stopped his movements and leaned back to glance around, frustration evident on his face. He looked back at Dom, thinking. "Hands through the headboard, and hold tight to it. There's nothing around here that I can tie you with, so be good for me. Do. not. let. go." There was no room for negotiation in his voice. "If you let go, I stop."
Dominic nodded, understanding the out Billy was giving him. He threaded his hands and fingers through the carved design at the head of the bed, gripping it tightly, wrists crossed out of habit. "Yes, Sir." He was rewarded with Billy's hand sliding wonderfully along his cock, almost caressing touches against his most sensitive areas.
"Legs around my waist. Mmmm, good," he muttered when Dom was instantly cooperative. "But if you think I'm going to gag that delightful mouth of yours, you've lost your bleedin' mind," Billy smirked. "I want you loud and vocal, you hear me? I didn't wait this many weeks just to have you silent."
A quick nod from Dominic, "Yes, anything you want, Sir, just please." The wait was driving Dom out of his mind; he couldn't believe this was actually happening, and so fast. His body strained towards Billy, arching slightly off the bed.
Finally satisfied, Billy started pushing inside of Dom again, driving deeper than when they had started and at a quicker pace. His hands traced the curves and ridges of Dom's body. "God, I missed fucking you. Missed watching you under me, skin heating up to a beautiful pink... You've no idea how much I've wanted to turn that pink red." Without warning, he landed a smack on Dom's hip. Dom keened, actually pushing into the slap of Billy's hand, silently begging for more. Billy growled softly and slowed the pace of his hips, "I expressly told you to talk, boy, so do it."
"Yes Sir, sorry, Sir, please don't stop." Dom babbled apologies yet again, mentally kicking himself. Usually he couldn't be shut up, even when gagged, but this situation was so new and unexpected. He tried hard to turn off his mind and just feel the words. "I've wanted that, too, wanted to wear your marks, Sir. Please, do it, use your boy, fuck him so hard he feels it for days, Sir." Billy growled louder in response, his hands dug into Dom's hips hard enough to bruise. He was fucking Dom harder again, vibrations making the bed shudder, rippling out through Dom's hands on the headboard. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, savoring every movement.
"God, this isn't going to last long at this rate," Billy groaned, moving one of his hands back to Dom's aching cock. Dom was moaning now, incoherently agreeing with Billy. "You're to come with me, boy, not a moment before or after. Or you may not come at all tonight," He warned, stroking Dom's cock in a rough rhythm, matching the quickening snap of his hips.
"S-sir," Dom managed to choke out, fully writhing underneath Billy now. His moans grew shorter and breathier as he neared the brink. "I'm... oh, god, please soon..."
Billy's pace became erratic, his free hand digging harder into Dom's hip, nails almost sinking into the skin. "Oh fucking hell, now, Dommeh."
They came hard, voices crying out together as their bodies shook from exertion and pleasure. Billy slumped over onto Dominic and hungrily kissed him. Dom met his lips enthusiastically each time, finally releasing his grip on the bed to hold Billy tightly.
The time passed slowly, and eventually Billy shifted mostly off of the other man, one arm and leg still sprawled over Dom's body. "Mmmphhh," he groaned, and Dom echoed the sentiment.
They lay there, revelling in the closeness they had been missing for so long. Dom finally spoke. "Holy Christ, why didn't we do that sooner?" he laughed, jest in his voice covering the pool of nervousness that was still there in his chest. He couldn't help but think, 'Now what??'
Billy shifted his head and looked at Dom tenderly. "Why didn't we do it sooner, love?" he asked, his voice as caring as his eyes.
Dominic blushed. "I... I don't know. I guess I was waiting for the right time?" he said, not sounding sure at all.
Leaning in, Billy kissed him slowly and softly. His breath ghosted over Dom's lips as he spoke. "I'd say that was the right time, wouldn't you?"
Yet again, Dom melted against him, nuzzling their lips together once more. "It seems like it, yeah," and he smiled.
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