Erotic Elevator
FIC: Erotic Elevator
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Dom/Billy
WARNINGS: slight au-- and definitely NSFW
Once. That's the number of times they've fucked before. Once, during Worlds, Billy's first World Championship ever. Four years ago now.
Billy wouldn't exactly say it was the fuck of his life - not that Billy talks about things like that. But if was definitely an experience worth repeating, which is exactly what he thinks - thinking's allowed - when Dom grins at him in the elevator.
It's just the two of them, easy music coming over the loudspeakers. Billy smiles back, a curl of his mouth and licks his lips; it's a game they've been playing since the banquet started, Dom brushing up against him under the table, hands touching whenever they moved in the same direction. Billy's fingers found their way underneath Dom's shirt at one point, at another, Dom was standing so close at his back that his breath sent hot shivers down Billy's spine, cock half-hard against his ass.
The hand on his groin, reaching around his waist, catches him by surprise; it's true, waiting twenty floors is about three minutes too many, but -
And that is when Dom crowds him against the sidewall of the little room, fuck the little sound - an easyping - that tells them they've reached their floor. Neither of them moves, Dom's hands on either side of Billy, keeping him caged as he presses their bodies together, front to back, from their thighs to their necks. He licks his way up from the little stripe of free skin towards Billy's jaw and his ear.
"You're a little hot like this," he says in French.
Billy's eyebrow rises. "A little?" Then, "Can't wait till we're in our room?"
Dom smirks and kisses the corner of his mouth. "How about I fuck you here instead?"
Billy's eyebrows rise even higher. "And who says you'll be doing the fucking?"
It's not like they aren't halfway there, and Dom's using his right hand to unbutton his pants, slipping past the waistband to touch his cock. Billy feels all blood rush south and bites his lip, forcing himself not to rock into Dom's hand, not to react.
"Smart mouth," Dom teases. "Don't think you'll be talking that much when I've got you out of your panties."
"I don't wear - mh," Billy protests and then stops protesting. He has to twist his head to kiss, Dom's tongue in his mouth. It feels good, that slow, steady thrust of his tongue as his fingers close around Billy's cock fully, jerking him off in the same way, nothing rushed or hurried about it. Dom's cock is hard against him, Billy notices and closes his eyes, enjoying the sensations that wash over him, the kiss, the hotness of Dom's palm.
They part with a little wet sound, taste of smoke (does Dom smoke?), lingering tang of some sweet drink, maybe coke, mixing into the salty tease of sweat. Billy can almost scent his dangerous little triumph as he pushes Billy's jeans past his hips with one hand, pulling his boxers along.
Billy tries to push against the hold Dom has on him; Dom's left hand somehow managed to grasp both of his wrists above his head, but he's standing exactly so that every shove feels like he's going to blow his joints out. "Fuck, Dom," he snaps. "We're in fucking public. If someone pushes the fucking elevator button somewhere on the fifth floor, we're screwed!"
Dom grins against his neck. "It's long past midnight. The easy crowd's in bed."
"And- fuck," Billy jerks and his shoulders hurt. Dom's got hold of his cock again, rubbing lightly. "And the rough crowd?" he manages to get out, glaring daggers at the wall he's facing.
Dom kisses him again. "They've seen it all before."
"You're mad."
"I'm adventurous. There's a difference."
"Oh, really?"
Dom smiles. "Yes."
Billy feels his lungs burn with effort not to gasp at the attention his cock's getting, worked up and hard and hot in Dom's hand, tugging and jerking. "So you're just going to do it? Here?" He's flushing, can feel his face warm up.
"Mh-mh." Dom's hand leaves Billy's cock and touches his hip, wanders over his spine, down, down, over the smooth line of his backbone, down his ass, fingers tracing the line between his cheeks. "'m gonna spread you wide," he murmurs, "and gonna fuck you so hard, bury myself in your hot little body and listen to you gasp and moan and - maybe even scream." Billy's body jerks him back into attention, heart skipping a beat at the words; his neck feels hotter than before where Dom places a gentle kiss that contradicts his words. "And you're going to like every second of it."
Billy bites his lip and pretends not to feel the gentle push against his hole, slight tear of concentration as the touch vanishes. Breath caught, Billy tenses, expecting almost the kiss, tongue licking over his lips, his teeth, flash of pink. He imagines what it would be like, having that tongue, wet, sharp, skilled tongue wetly slide over his cock where Dom's hand has been minutes before and the image overlaps reality, makes the soft smell and sound of the elevator - the fucking elevator, wake the fuck up! - vanish. Completely.
Billy imagines a mirror, a mirror in which he could watch Dom going down on him, or Dom screwing him, the arching of his spine as Dom fucks him, angling his hips to let Billy have tantalizing glimpses of their joined bodies.
"Make that sound for me," Brain whispers smoothly, his French fluid like water; his fingers are back at Billy's hole, pressing. "The - yes. God, that's so sexy."
Billy gasps again, an embarrassing writhing sound, accompanied by the trembling need to just push back onto Dom's fingers. This'll so get him that ticket to hell, this, and fuck, if one of the younger skaters is still awake, wandering the fucking floor and anyone pushes the fucking button the door will swing open and there'll be no time to even pull apart, much less get his jeans back up.
"Fuck," he gasps, again. Dom's smile is as sweet as ever when he glances at him, but the promise of sex is all over his expression, a heavy taste on his tongue.
Then it turns mischievous. "Look at you," Dom murmurs into his ear, finally sliding a first finger inside his body, slowly, watching. Billy closes his eyes, breathes hard. "You're such a hypocrite, playing all innocent when really, you're gagging for someone to fuck you good and hard." He bites Billy's neck, licks at it. "How often've you been replaying it in your head while jerking off, Billy? A lot, huh, aching for the sweet stretch of a bigger cock than you usually get?"
"Shut up," Billy jolts into standstill, no longer fucking himself back onto Dom's fingers. He waits for it to resume, but Brain lingers, not giving him an inch. "C'mon, finish up already -"
"Impatient," Dom grins. "Want to finish up yourself?"
The fingers slither out of his body immediately, leaving Billy wanting, anticipation lingering. Dom is playing with his own zipper, slowly untugging his shirt, much too slowly. His hands have long left Billy's wrists, restraints no longer necessary. Billy takes a sharp breath, wheezing in the air he needs to fill his lungs. Every nerve in his body is burning.
"Well?"
Billy starts turning from the wall to face Dom, but Dom's back in a second. His hands are harsh on Billy's naked hips; it feels strange, jeans lingering around his ankles, unable to whirl around, letting Dom take the lead. "I'm not going to -"
Dom kisses him, tongue winding into his mouth. Then he's gone again. Instead, he's got a hold of Billy's hands, smile like a fucking gold medalist, and 'that's me, fuck you,' Billy wants to say, but instead, Dom brings Billy's fingers to his mouth and lets his tongue slide over them just like Billy imagined.
His mouth curls around his thumb beautifully, licking at it with enthusiasm and obvious pleasure, then he frees Billy's hand and goes back in for a kiss - really enjoys the kissing, Billy thinks, and Billy has to admit that might be because he's a fantastic kisser, all soft tongue and back-and-forth pushing, twining and wrapping around Billy's tongue and eating out Billy's mouth like he wants to savor every last taste.
He doesn't protest anymore when Dom guides his hand, makes him coat his hole with cooling saliva, uttering, soundly, "C'mon, open yourself up, show me how you fuck yourself with your fingers when you haven't got anybody to put a dick inside you."
Billy hisses and complies, too slow, apparently, because Dom helps, holds his hand and makes him do it faster, with quick expert thrusts, almost like he's really doing the fucking already. It feels good, better than when he does it on his own, merely fantasies to help along; this is real, this is Dom staring as he stretches the muscle, gets ready opening himself so that Dom can screw him into the wall.
Dom's hands leave his body only shortly, Billy barely hears the sound of his trousers falling to the ground, jingling a little, nor does he really see Dom getting rid of his underwear, not until Dom's standing behind him naked from the waist down, shirt barely covering his cock; Billy remembers it - he hasn't fucked that many people not to remember every single person he's let do this to him. It's a little different, but still fucking perfect, like almost everything about Dom is perfect, right down to the freckles on his thighs and arms.
"You ready?" he asks breathlessly. He's still scrambling with a condom he's fished out of his back pocket, working the wrapper open.
Billy takes a deep breath - another one - and nods. His cock feels like it's bleeding from too much pressure, and he wants to come, he just wants to come right now, wouldn't probably even need Dom's dick inside him if it came down to Dom watching him get himself off - but he wants Dom, of course, wants him inside, wants to feel him, buried, coming.
He's going to hold out. It's going to be the revenge for fucking him in the fucking elevator, going longer than Dom can. He really hopes Dom can't go for too long.
He stops hoping when he feels Dom's cock finally, fucking finally settle against his hole. He feels his body tense, feels the twitch of anticipation and his hands clench into fists at the feeling of dragging slowness because Dom. Is not doing. Anything.
"Fuck you," Billy manages.
He can smell Dom's smile in the air, and then Dom's inside him in one hard thrust, as good as his kissing is, or maybe that tiny bit better; Billy feels himself rise with the motion, almost onto his toes, arching his neck and back and all his muscles tense; anticipation doesn't do much, surprise always, always hits him when he last expects it, how good it feels, how fucking fantastic the sensation is of someone breaching him and settling inside of him.
By the time Dom starts to move, easy, smooth motions, flesh clinging and stretching at every shove, Billy's gulping down air like he's a drowning man drinking water, luscious first taste and a mountain of fucking need behind it.
The gasps come easy after that, little moans of pleasure, and he works for it, riding Dom's cock, close to swaying back and forth to make him go deeper, find the spot that makes jolts run up his spine over and over again, like magic, like a fucking brain-dead person getting the volts from electroshock therapy.
Of course, nothing is ever as easy, and certainly not with Dom, who's fucking him now with slow, easy pushes, shoving his whole body into the wall over and over - not that Billy cares, all he can feel is the point where they're joined, the slide of Dom's cock against his hole, his warm fingers against Billy's waist, slick from touching the lube on the condom.
Billy thinks he must be close to coming - must, by the sounds he's making, keening little groans that sound like they're being pulled out by spiked barbs, and his cock's still moving; however, when Billy tries to reach for his own cock with his hand, to stroke himself to completion, giving up - ready to throw this one, because how long can a person stand being screwed before their knees give out on them?
"None of that," Dom hisses into his ear, dangerously low, dangerously close, and Billy can hear that in his voice, despite the still lazy thrusts, despite the way his fingers aren't quite grasping hard enough to leave bruises all over his sides.
"I need -"
"You need a dick in your mouth to shut you up," Dom growls and pulls out until just the tip of his cock's inside before he rocks once more back inside.
"Fuck you," Billy repeats, because there is no way he can think of a more intelligent reply.
"Want to come, huh?" Dom smiles. "So badly?"
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," Billy sing-songs, and his resolve not to give in to this strengthens. Dom's motions get more pointed, less otiose, senseless, and he grips Billy's hips harder, hissing breath releasing between his teeth as he fucks into him.
Billy tries to keep his body from straining back towards Dom, tries not to react so damn fucking much, but it's too good and he only wants more, wants the shudders and the ripping muscle of Dom's stomach against his back, wants him close and far away and back close. Another shudder washes over him, heat and making him flush even worse than at the beginning, making him this close to coming, just half an inch more and he'd have been lost, and when he clamps down, forces himself to not come, hands clenched so tight his fingernails shoot pain through his whole body, Dom gives a little moan behind him, stiffens, and crashes over the edge full-force, taken completely by surprise.
Billy squeezes his eyes shut, sensation of Dom coming inside him, the harsh breathing against the nape of his neck. A single motion'll bring him along, he knows, just a single fucking touch -
- and Dom knows that, of course, and he only hesitates a split second, time he needs to re-focus, before he thrusts again, driving another gasp, one of those he loves so much, out of Billy, deep from his throat, and then he keeps going, fucking Billy through his whole orgasm. What finally sends Billy over the edge is the feeling of Dom's fingers added to the clamping tightness of his cock inside Billy, skimming over the raw edge of his hole, just a press against the inevitable, a touch, fingertips rubbing, stretching, and Billy's done.
He doesn't even feel the short kiss on his sweat-drenched neck, a lick of tongue, because fucking finally, and Billy's clenching and shuddering and freezing up and letting go, shaking, twisting inside himself almost from the intensity of it all. Dom's out, pulled back, but instead of letting him have this, on the brink and falling over, he slams his fingers into Billy once more and fingerfucks him through the orgasm, his left hand tight around Billy's cock, adding another wave of sensation.
The elevator will never be the same again, Billy realizes when he finds himself collapsed against the wall, forehead-first, breathing so harshly like never before in his life. There's come all over the wall, and - that's kind of funny. It's hilarious, actually, fucking genius and he can't help it, he breaks out in laughter.
Dom's sitting, of course, the bastard, not clinging to the wall like a fucking idiot, and he's smiling. He seems mighty proud.
"Fuck you," Billy says. It's not original, but it gets the job done.
Dom laughs at that, too. "Maybe next time."
Billy cocks his head. "Next time?"
"Mh-mh." Dom smirks. "I'll rim you."
Billy breaks out in laughter again. "There's a promise."
Dom shrugs. "I like to keep you entertained."
"I'd be entertained if you'd brought stuff to clean up."
"Oh."
"Mh-mh," Billy imitates smoothly. "Didn't think of that, did we?"
It's Dom's turn to flush. "Eh. No?"
Billy rubs his forehead. "Shit. How are we getting out of here now?"
Of course, that is when the elevator starts moving down.
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RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Dom/Billy
WARNINGS: slight au-- and definitely NSFW
Once. That's the number of times they've fucked before. Once, during Worlds, Billy's first World Championship ever. Four years ago now.
Billy wouldn't exactly say it was the fuck of his life - not that Billy talks about things like that. But if was definitely an experience worth repeating, which is exactly what he thinks - thinking's allowed - when Dom grins at him in the elevator.
It's just the two of them, easy music coming over the loudspeakers. Billy smiles back, a curl of his mouth and licks his lips; it's a game they've been playing since the banquet started, Dom brushing up against him under the table, hands touching whenever they moved in the same direction. Billy's fingers found their way underneath Dom's shirt at one point, at another, Dom was standing so close at his back that his breath sent hot shivers down Billy's spine, cock half-hard against his ass.
The hand on his groin, reaching around his waist, catches him by surprise; it's true, waiting twenty floors is about three minutes too many, but -
And that is when Dom crowds him against the sidewall of the little room, fuck the little sound - an easyping - that tells them they've reached their floor. Neither of them moves, Dom's hands on either side of Billy, keeping him caged as he presses their bodies together, front to back, from their thighs to their necks. He licks his way up from the little stripe of free skin towards Billy's jaw and his ear.
"You're a little hot like this," he says in French.
Billy's eyebrow rises. "A little?" Then, "Can't wait till we're in our room?"
Dom smirks and kisses the corner of his mouth. "How about I fuck you here instead?"
Billy's eyebrows rise even higher. "And who says you'll be doing the fucking?"
It's not like they aren't halfway there, and Dom's using his right hand to unbutton his pants, slipping past the waistband to touch his cock. Billy feels all blood rush south and bites his lip, forcing himself not to rock into Dom's hand, not to react.
"Smart mouth," Dom teases. "Don't think you'll be talking that much when I've got you out of your panties."
"I don't wear - mh," Billy protests and then stops protesting. He has to twist his head to kiss, Dom's tongue in his mouth. It feels good, that slow, steady thrust of his tongue as his fingers close around Billy's cock fully, jerking him off in the same way, nothing rushed or hurried about it. Dom's cock is hard against him, Billy notices and closes his eyes, enjoying the sensations that wash over him, the kiss, the hotness of Dom's palm.
They part with a little wet sound, taste of smoke (does Dom smoke?), lingering tang of some sweet drink, maybe coke, mixing into the salty tease of sweat. Billy can almost scent his dangerous little triumph as he pushes Billy's jeans past his hips with one hand, pulling his boxers along.
Billy tries to push against the hold Dom has on him; Dom's left hand somehow managed to grasp both of his wrists above his head, but he's standing exactly so that every shove feels like he's going to blow his joints out. "Fuck, Dom," he snaps. "We're in fucking public. If someone pushes the fucking elevator button somewhere on the fifth floor, we're screwed!"
Dom grins against his neck. "It's long past midnight. The easy crowd's in bed."
"And- fuck," Billy jerks and his shoulders hurt. Dom's got hold of his cock again, rubbing lightly. "And the rough crowd?" he manages to get out, glaring daggers at the wall he's facing.
Dom kisses him again. "They've seen it all before."
"You're mad."
"I'm adventurous. There's a difference."
"Oh, really?"
Dom smiles. "Yes."
Billy feels his lungs burn with effort not to gasp at the attention his cock's getting, worked up and hard and hot in Dom's hand, tugging and jerking. "So you're just going to do it? Here?" He's flushing, can feel his face warm up.
"Mh-mh." Dom's hand leaves Billy's cock and touches his hip, wanders over his spine, down, down, over the smooth line of his backbone, down his ass, fingers tracing the line between his cheeks. "'m gonna spread you wide," he murmurs, "and gonna fuck you so hard, bury myself in your hot little body and listen to you gasp and moan and - maybe even scream." Billy's body jerks him back into attention, heart skipping a beat at the words; his neck feels hotter than before where Dom places a gentle kiss that contradicts his words. "And you're going to like every second of it."
Billy bites his lip and pretends not to feel the gentle push against his hole, slight tear of concentration as the touch vanishes. Breath caught, Billy tenses, expecting almost the kiss, tongue licking over his lips, his teeth, flash of pink. He imagines what it would be like, having that tongue, wet, sharp, skilled tongue wetly slide over his cock where Dom's hand has been minutes before and the image overlaps reality, makes the soft smell and sound of the elevator - the fucking elevator, wake the fuck up! - vanish. Completely.
Billy imagines a mirror, a mirror in which he could watch Dom going down on him, or Dom screwing him, the arching of his spine as Dom fucks him, angling his hips to let Billy have tantalizing glimpses of their joined bodies.
"Make that sound for me," Brain whispers smoothly, his French fluid like water; his fingers are back at Billy's hole, pressing. "The - yes. God, that's so sexy."
Billy gasps again, an embarrassing writhing sound, accompanied by the trembling need to just push back onto Dom's fingers. This'll so get him that ticket to hell, this, and fuck, if one of the younger skaters is still awake, wandering the fucking floor and anyone pushes the fucking button the door will swing open and there'll be no time to even pull apart, much less get his jeans back up.
"Fuck," he gasps, again. Dom's smile is as sweet as ever when he glances at him, but the promise of sex is all over his expression, a heavy taste on his tongue.
Then it turns mischievous. "Look at you," Dom murmurs into his ear, finally sliding a first finger inside his body, slowly, watching. Billy closes his eyes, breathes hard. "You're such a hypocrite, playing all innocent when really, you're gagging for someone to fuck you good and hard." He bites Billy's neck, licks at it. "How often've you been replaying it in your head while jerking off, Billy? A lot, huh, aching for the sweet stretch of a bigger cock than you usually get?"
"Shut up," Billy jolts into standstill, no longer fucking himself back onto Dom's fingers. He waits for it to resume, but Brain lingers, not giving him an inch. "C'mon, finish up already -"
"Impatient," Dom grins. "Want to finish up yourself?"
The fingers slither out of his body immediately, leaving Billy wanting, anticipation lingering. Dom is playing with his own zipper, slowly untugging his shirt, much too slowly. His hands have long left Billy's wrists, restraints no longer necessary. Billy takes a sharp breath, wheezing in the air he needs to fill his lungs. Every nerve in his body is burning.
"Well?"
Billy starts turning from the wall to face Dom, but Dom's back in a second. His hands are harsh on Billy's naked hips; it feels strange, jeans lingering around his ankles, unable to whirl around, letting Dom take the lead. "I'm not going to -"
Dom kisses him, tongue winding into his mouth. Then he's gone again. Instead, he's got a hold of Billy's hands, smile like a fucking gold medalist, and 'that's me, fuck you,' Billy wants to say, but instead, Dom brings Billy's fingers to his mouth and lets his tongue slide over them just like Billy imagined.
His mouth curls around his thumb beautifully, licking at it with enthusiasm and obvious pleasure, then he frees Billy's hand and goes back in for a kiss - really enjoys the kissing, Billy thinks, and Billy has to admit that might be because he's a fantastic kisser, all soft tongue and back-and-forth pushing, twining and wrapping around Billy's tongue and eating out Billy's mouth like he wants to savor every last taste.
He doesn't protest anymore when Dom guides his hand, makes him coat his hole with cooling saliva, uttering, soundly, "C'mon, open yourself up, show me how you fuck yourself with your fingers when you haven't got anybody to put a dick inside you."
Billy hisses and complies, too slow, apparently, because Dom helps, holds his hand and makes him do it faster, with quick expert thrusts, almost like he's really doing the fucking already. It feels good, better than when he does it on his own, merely fantasies to help along; this is real, this is Dom staring as he stretches the muscle, gets ready opening himself so that Dom can screw him into the wall.
Dom's hands leave his body only shortly, Billy barely hears the sound of his trousers falling to the ground, jingling a little, nor does he really see Dom getting rid of his underwear, not until Dom's standing behind him naked from the waist down, shirt barely covering his cock; Billy remembers it - he hasn't fucked that many people not to remember every single person he's let do this to him. It's a little different, but still fucking perfect, like almost everything about Dom is perfect, right down to the freckles on his thighs and arms.
"You ready?" he asks breathlessly. He's still scrambling with a condom he's fished out of his back pocket, working the wrapper open.
Billy takes a deep breath - another one - and nods. His cock feels like it's bleeding from too much pressure, and he wants to come, he just wants to come right now, wouldn't probably even need Dom's dick inside him if it came down to Dom watching him get himself off - but he wants Dom, of course, wants him inside, wants to feel him, buried, coming.
He's going to hold out. It's going to be the revenge for fucking him in the fucking elevator, going longer than Dom can. He really hopes Dom can't go for too long.
He stops hoping when he feels Dom's cock finally, fucking finally settle against his hole. He feels his body tense, feels the twitch of anticipation and his hands clench into fists at the feeling of dragging slowness because Dom. Is not doing. Anything.
"Fuck you," Billy manages.
He can smell Dom's smile in the air, and then Dom's inside him in one hard thrust, as good as his kissing is, or maybe that tiny bit better; Billy feels himself rise with the motion, almost onto his toes, arching his neck and back and all his muscles tense; anticipation doesn't do much, surprise always, always hits him when he last expects it, how good it feels, how fucking fantastic the sensation is of someone breaching him and settling inside of him.
By the time Dom starts to move, easy, smooth motions, flesh clinging and stretching at every shove, Billy's gulping down air like he's a drowning man drinking water, luscious first taste and a mountain of fucking need behind it.
The gasps come easy after that, little moans of pleasure, and he works for it, riding Dom's cock, close to swaying back and forth to make him go deeper, find the spot that makes jolts run up his spine over and over again, like magic, like a fucking brain-dead person getting the volts from electroshock therapy.
Of course, nothing is ever as easy, and certainly not with Dom, who's fucking him now with slow, easy pushes, shoving his whole body into the wall over and over - not that Billy cares, all he can feel is the point where they're joined, the slide of Dom's cock against his hole, his warm fingers against Billy's waist, slick from touching the lube on the condom.
Billy thinks he must be close to coming - must, by the sounds he's making, keening little groans that sound like they're being pulled out by spiked barbs, and his cock's still moving; however, when Billy tries to reach for his own cock with his hand, to stroke himself to completion, giving up - ready to throw this one, because how long can a person stand being screwed before their knees give out on them?
"None of that," Dom hisses into his ear, dangerously low, dangerously close, and Billy can hear that in his voice, despite the still lazy thrusts, despite the way his fingers aren't quite grasping hard enough to leave bruises all over his sides.
"I need -"
"You need a dick in your mouth to shut you up," Dom growls and pulls out until just the tip of his cock's inside before he rocks once more back inside.
"Fuck you," Billy repeats, because there is no way he can think of a more intelligent reply.
"Want to come, huh?" Dom smiles. "So badly?"
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," Billy sing-songs, and his resolve not to give in to this strengthens. Dom's motions get more pointed, less otiose, senseless, and he grips Billy's hips harder, hissing breath releasing between his teeth as he fucks into him.
Billy tries to keep his body from straining back towards Dom, tries not to react so damn fucking much, but it's too good and he only wants more, wants the shudders and the ripping muscle of Dom's stomach against his back, wants him close and far away and back close. Another shudder washes over him, heat and making him flush even worse than at the beginning, making him this close to coming, just half an inch more and he'd have been lost, and when he clamps down, forces himself to not come, hands clenched so tight his fingernails shoot pain through his whole body, Dom gives a little moan behind him, stiffens, and crashes over the edge full-force, taken completely by surprise.
Billy squeezes his eyes shut, sensation of Dom coming inside him, the harsh breathing against the nape of his neck. A single motion'll bring him along, he knows, just a single fucking touch -
- and Dom knows that, of course, and he only hesitates a split second, time he needs to re-focus, before he thrusts again, driving another gasp, one of those he loves so much, out of Billy, deep from his throat, and then he keeps going, fucking Billy through his whole orgasm. What finally sends Billy over the edge is the feeling of Dom's fingers added to the clamping tightness of his cock inside Billy, skimming over the raw edge of his hole, just a press against the inevitable, a touch, fingertips rubbing, stretching, and Billy's done.
He doesn't even feel the short kiss on his sweat-drenched neck, a lick of tongue, because fucking finally, and Billy's clenching and shuddering and freezing up and letting go, shaking, twisting inside himself almost from the intensity of it all. Dom's out, pulled back, but instead of letting him have this, on the brink and falling over, he slams his fingers into Billy once more and fingerfucks him through the orgasm, his left hand tight around Billy's cock, adding another wave of sensation.
The elevator will never be the same again, Billy realizes when he finds himself collapsed against the wall, forehead-first, breathing so harshly like never before in his life. There's come all over the wall, and - that's kind of funny. It's hilarious, actually, fucking genius and he can't help it, he breaks out in laughter.
Dom's sitting, of course, the bastard, not clinging to the wall like a fucking idiot, and he's smiling. He seems mighty proud.
"Fuck you," Billy says. It's not original, but it gets the job done.
Dom laughs at that, too. "Maybe next time."
Billy cocks his head. "Next time?"
"Mh-mh." Dom smirks. "I'll rim you."
Billy breaks out in laughter again. "There's a promise."
Dom shrugs. "I like to keep you entertained."
"I'd be entertained if you'd brought stuff to clean up."
"Oh."
"Mh-mh," Billy imitates smoothly. "Didn't think of that, did we?"
It's Dom's turn to flush. "Eh. No?"
Billy rubs his forehead. "Shit. How are we getting out of here now?"
Of course, that is when the elevator starts moving down.
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