Book 2, Chapter 10: Acquiescence (7/8)
Title: Acquiescence (7)
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Word count: 3002
Summary: Continues from here.
Warnings: D/s
Index
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
Dominic repeats his whispered surrender, somehow understanding that the word marked the change from play to something much more serious. His thoughts won't clear enough for him to figure how it's happened or if he should fear it. He can't revise his role. Can't remember how to stop it all or even decide if he would. Billy's hands, distraction enough at their kindest, are rough on Dominic's body, forcing mental and physical focus on nothing else, which is not to say he can keep that focus for long.
Dominic's hands scrabble at the sheet, his fingers digging into the bedclothes looking for purchase. Billy's knuckles drag against Dominic's skin as he pushes at his jeans, and it takes everything Dominic has not to let his hips and ass rise up and back for more contact; he thinks he might be long past any shame or nerves now, willing to spread his thighs again for whatever Billy wants as long as it lands them both closer to the end of this. He moves his foot, pushing his hip down into the mattress and clinging to whatever control he has left, trying not to fight.
He knows that his white flag meant nothing and whatever dreams he had of the hours after, when he would fall into the easier safety of sleep in this bed with Billy beside him, having earned that sleep and more, have been scattered. They're not finished, maybe not even close-Dominic has no idea for how long Billy can spin them both out over and over again with no release-and Dominic's struggle to bring his thoughts back to right now eases somewhat when his fingers find one of the spindles of Billy's headboard and wrap around it for only a moment before Billy tears Dominic's hand away.
Billy's hands are smaller than Dominic's by a narrow measure, but they're more certain. Dominic curses low and harsh when Billy turns his wrist and brings Dominic's hand behind him, catching it almost at the center of Dominic's back before he leans down, the heat of his body overwhelming against Dominic's. There's a strength in Dominic's body and mind that Billy's not sure he'll ever have himself, one that seems to prompt Dominic not only to fight when his instinct tells him to do so, but also to indeed surrender. And it should be enough, the smaller part of Billy's thoughts tell him, enough that Billy can surrender, too, and just fuck Dominic the way he supposes he's meant to: hard and fast, as brutally as necessary to end this properly, if there were anything proper about this.
"Like to make things difficult for yourself, don't you," Billy murmurs, and when Dominic shifts under him experimentally, Billy presses down harder and twists the cuff's closure around Dominic's wrist, the leather digging into Dominic's skin. Dominic bites at the inside of his cheek and releases only just before he can taste blood, trying to calm himself as Billy retreats a little, gritting his teeth, kicking his jeans away from beneath him and hissing at the heavy, rough friction of their bodies moving messily together now. The next breath they both take finds Billy rising a little, his hands moving to grab Dominic's and press them flat and palms down against the mattress and his knee sliding up to press hard between Dominic's legs.
Dominic releases a guttural little noise and rises up a bit, inching himself away from Billy before he remembers and shifts back again, making them both catch their breath hard. Dominic's as pliant as he’s going to get at this point, Billy thinks, but he can still feel the struggle under Dominic's surface, the instinct to fight until he's exhausted himself and Billy, too. It's not the response Billy wants from him, but some part of Billy believes that it's what Dominic's learned best how to do. Others must have forced Dominic to urge more out of them, their reticence to do not even the best kind of harm keeping them from giving Dominic what he needs and wants while they've taken from him the little they do.
Billy can hear and almost feel Dominic's lungs filling beneath him and the tense of Dominic's limbs as he prepares to move again. Billy pushes down, his weight and hands heavier now on Dominic, and Dominic closes his eyes in concentration as his lips move soundlessly against the pillow. Before he can think it through, Billy rises and shifts and turns Dominic again to his back, his knee pushing back between Dominic's legs immediately and his hand cracking hard against Dominic's cheek before he holds Dominic's face steady and still.
"You have something to say, you say it clearly and you say it t'me," Billy tells him, and Dominic takes another deep breath, his eyes blinking with the sting of the slap. Pressed onto his back, Dominic feels the sweat burning his eyes and making the candlelight waver and blur, casting shadows on the wall, long and dancing. Above him Billy’s framed in that golden red light, his movements sudden and swift again even though Dominic feels as if everything has slowed down for him. He stretches his arms above his head, his torso going long, and lets his legs fall open. He's ready for Billy, wanting to feel him inside, his body burning for it.
Billy moves and Dominic's body moves with him, straining for touch and friction. Their eyes meet, and Billy's reflect back the burning light of the room and Dominic can't look away again. His mind flashes danger and he struggles for one awful moment before what he thinks must be the last surrender he’ll make tonight. His body sinks back into the mattress and he relaxes, trying to settle himself into the quiet and give what Billy wants. Everything he's done in this position before runs through his mind like a film he never wanted to see again, every scene and line and movement not quite right, not quite on its mark. Before he can stop himself Dominic brings one hand down from above his head and to his chest, sliding flat and soft to his stomach, where Billy catches it roughly and with a sound of contained fury Dominic's never heard from him.
"No pretty poses," Billy hisses. "'m not interested in what you've shown everyone else." Dominic swallows, afraid Billy can read even the thoughts Dominic's pushed away before making them real. Billy nods, answering Dominic's unasked question, and he lets Dominic hear his breath coming hard and quick, lets Dominic know that it would be easy for Billy to make this worse or better. Adrenaline more than strength lets Billy's hands curve around the cuffs on Dominic's wrists and pull up, and Billy can almost feel the sheets beneath them go taut against the burns on Dominic's back. When Dominic's eyes flutter closed and then open again wildly, Billy exhales in a rush and releases one of Dominic's hands only to grab at his chin again, holding Dominic so their eyes meet.
"No blindfolds," Billy says softly, careful not to smile, not to temper his words with others-to force Dominic to parse it out just from his eyes. Billy shifts just slightly, enough that his cock presses against Dominic's. "You'll do it yourself, because you can and because you need to, and because you don't want the choice not to. Close your eyes.”
Dominic shakes his head no immediately, pushing against Billy's hand holding his chin steady, but the fight takes strength he doesn’t have; Billy’s grasp is firm, his fingers not quite bruising but just as strong. For just this moment Dominic wishes Billy had left the clock in the room; the soft, relentless stutter and sweep of its hand would tell him how long he’d held Billy’s gaze, how long Billy was clearly prepared to wait for the right answer.
Dominic’s never liked the dark and the things that hide in it. He's been blindfolded before and rebelled against it both in hard fight and play. That’s not what Billy asking from him, really, he tells himself; from what he can read in Billy’s eyes, this is what Dominic needs to let go, for his surrender to be honest and not some remembered playacting from the last time this happened. In another moment of struggle Dominic thinks he's given enough already, and he shakes his head no again and wonders how long they've been at this tonight, and if he denies Billy this, how long he'll be allowed to stay.
It's only been seconds, though, and Billy's features haven't dissolved into irritation. His lips aren't curled now with barely restrained words meant to goad Dominic into bending. That’s not necessary anymore, and behind the challenge in Billy’s eyes Dominic can see the plea that's hidden there. This isn’t just a scene, it’s not just play, and surrender is easy when it's just meant to lead to a quick fuck. If that’s all either of them wanted or needed now, then neither of them has surrendered anything at all.
Dominic shakes his head no one last time, not even sure why anymore but not even fucking blinking in case Billy mistakes it. That word alone won’t earn him release and end this, but Dominic opens his mouth to say another that will, thinking that Billy will surrender then, too, and they'll move past it. It's happened in other times and places-with other people, with Dominic offering what Billy's called pretty poses and a lot more besides in exchange. If he does this now-if he closes his eyes and lets go, lets Billy take what he wants, what Dominic’s suddenly certain they both want and need-then he's giving everything over. It’s a real surrender and not just saying the word; all of that had been prelude to this. In his gut Dominic knows that this is what he can do to show Billy that he's mature enough for this relationship, that he’s worthy as an equal. If he does this now, then they'll be constantly and possibly terrifyingly against his boundaries, but then maybe he'll be allowed to push against Billy's, too.
Dominic tenses and takes in a deep breath, his fingertips curling against Billy's hand where it holds him down. For another moment he thinks maybe he'll throw it all off and be safe, but safety isn't something he decides he wants. He wants Billy; he wants everything that he's thought about for too many months, and he wants so much more than he's been given. That he might finally receive it makes him squeeze his eyes shut, his face flushed with the effort and nerves, and wait for what seems like another eternity.
Billy’s relief is immense, and he’s both as greedy and grateful now as he’d been the morning after he’d let Dominic fuck him, if nothing else for the knowledge that Dominic cannot see his reaction, and over the sound of his own panting breaths cannot possibly hear Billy’s. The idea that Dominic wouldn’t give hadn’t occurred to him until it was almost too late, and now every thought of responsibility and trust and safety comes rushing back into Billy’s mind and he fights them all, just wanting to have broken every boundary he and Dominic have left now and be done with it.
Billy releases Dominic's chin slowly and slides his hands back up Dominic's arms, to his wrists and higher, lacing their fingers together and brushing his cheek against Dominic's for just a moment's kinder contact before he moves again, this time leading Dominic's hands around the headboard's spindles for the stability he'd denied Dominic before. Dominic's eyes remain closed, but he swallows hard and then exhales as he feels Billy shift lower on the mattress and the cooler air move over his body. It's both soothing and not; Dominic's grateful for the granted space, but misses the heat and rasp of Billy's skin against his own and the knowledge that Billy's as much affected by what they're doing as Dominic is-differently, yes, but for the same reason and to the same end.
They're beyond the sort of extended, teasing preparation Billy would normally offer or allow, and he's certain Dominic can take him in any case; Dominic's broken beautifully tonight under every test Billy's tried, and this shouldn’t prove any exception. When he pushes roughly at Dominic's thighs, Billy finds he doesn't have to question whether Dominic's ready or even if he is himself; instead he watches Dominic's chest fill with air and hears the shivery breath Dominic takes as Billy's cock brushes against his entrance, hard and hot and damp. Billy closes his own eyes, then, and wills himself not to stop where and when he otherwise might, to not second-guess either of them now as he shoves Dominic’s thigh higher and pushes inside.
The bedclothes twist underneath Dominic with every movement he makes, the feeling raw against his back and shoulders. He concentrates on that rather than on the burn and press of Billy’s push until he has no choice but to focus on Billy, on Billy’s hands clenching on his body everywhere but where Dominic most wants them. Billy changes the angle before Dominic can adjust, his short fingernails digging and scraping down skin he’s already left marked as he moves. Dominic hisses and just as quickly inhales, his own hands almost slipping from around the spindles as he fights to not let go. The wood of Billy’s bed creaks in protest of this rougher treatment, and Billy ducks his head on a smirk and a choked little noise of recognition-there’s little left in the room to be tested now; not even the furniture’s safe.
Dominic tight enough inside that Billy knows he’s not going to last much longer himself; the friction’s too great, the feeling too fucking brilliant, to hold out when he’s this close. And he’s earned this as much as Dominic, Billy thinks as he shakes sweat from his eyes, he’s taken what he wanted this first time and has an idea of what more he could take if there’s a second or third. Billy pushes hard and watches Dominic shiver, his knuckles white and his palms red around the spindles, and knows immediately that unless they fuck things up entirely in the next very few minutes, this will happen again. That thought tears another choked sound from his throat, and Billy can hear blood rushing in his head as he wraps his hand around Dominic’s cock hard, turning his wrist and listening as Dominic moans in response, his hips lifting, his back arching as Billy slides his hand into the damp recess behind Dominic's knee and pushes his leg further--pushes himself further inside Dominic's body.
Again the bed creaks under their bodies, and it’s all the warning Billy needs and is willing to give Dominic. His strokes turn shallow and faster now, and his hand moves roughly around Dominic’s cock, turning and twisting again as Billy feels Dominic fighting it, holding back when Billy wants to see him now, wants to feel Dominic give him the only thing he has left to offer. “Now, Dominic,” Billy grits out, the words the first he’s managed in what he feels like many of the longest minutes of his life. Dominic bares his teeth a little, waiting him out, and Billy concentrates, stilling himself long enough to drag his thumb over the head of Dominic’s cock again. It’s enough now; for this first time, what they’ve done is enough, and while Billy suddenly feels more bruised and battle-weary than he has in years, it's still fucking brilliant, and he knows he’ll be able to do more and better the next time. “Go on, Dominic, now, show me-”
Dominic bears down immediately, as if Billy’s triggered another switch inside him, and his hips rise as he shouts and comes over Billy’s hand and his stomach, his fingers flexing hard around the spindles until they slip off shaking to the mattress above his head. Billy’s still inside him, bracing himself against Dominic as he continues to push. The fight’s left Dominic completely, but behind his still closed eyes, Dominic can see Billy-the intense set of his chin, the burn and flash in his eyes-and imagine how he looks now, how Billy has to have bent near to breaking now, too. Dominic flinches when Billy shifts above him for the last time, and his eyes flutter open unwillingly but in time to see what he’d imagined and more-Billy’s flushed face and the damp tousle of hair falling in his eyes as Billy ducks his head and goes still for only a moment before he’s coming, his fingers digging into Dominic’s skin and his eyes shut tight.
The sounds that rush from Billy fill the room made quieter now that Dominic’s just lost to thick, desperate breaths. The weight of their echo is too heavy, and Billy feels himself sinking underneath it, exhausted beyond measure even though some part of him knows his work’s not done here; Dominic earned more than Billy simply pulling out and rolling off and leaving him to shattered, unsettled sleep. Billy’s promised better, and he won’t back away from that obligation, but for now Billy raises his eyes and sharpens his focus to the sight of Dominic, his eyes closed again and every inch of him still and spent. When he lets his gaze travel, Billy can see the edge of welts on the turn of Dominic’s shoulder, the faint blur of bruising lit red and yellow by the guttering candles now but will darken over the next hours, and the gentle, just-risen curve of Dominic’s exhausted smile. Dominic’s eyelids flutter again as he draws in a deep breath, but before they open, Billy finally breaks and looks away, controlling his slide and fall to Dominic’s side with the last of his strength, his hand tight again around Dominic’s wrist.
To be continued.
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Word count: 3002
Summary: Continues from here.
Warnings: D/s
Index
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
Dominic repeats his whispered surrender, somehow understanding that the word marked the change from play to something much more serious. His thoughts won't clear enough for him to figure how it's happened or if he should fear it. He can't revise his role. Can't remember how to stop it all or even decide if he would. Billy's hands, distraction enough at their kindest, are rough on Dominic's body, forcing mental and physical focus on nothing else, which is not to say he can keep that focus for long.
Dominic's hands scrabble at the sheet, his fingers digging into the bedclothes looking for purchase. Billy's knuckles drag against Dominic's skin as he pushes at his jeans, and it takes everything Dominic has not to let his hips and ass rise up and back for more contact; he thinks he might be long past any shame or nerves now, willing to spread his thighs again for whatever Billy wants as long as it lands them both closer to the end of this. He moves his foot, pushing his hip down into the mattress and clinging to whatever control he has left, trying not to fight.
He knows that his white flag meant nothing and whatever dreams he had of the hours after, when he would fall into the easier safety of sleep in this bed with Billy beside him, having earned that sleep and more, have been scattered. They're not finished, maybe not even close-Dominic has no idea for how long Billy can spin them both out over and over again with no release-and Dominic's struggle to bring his thoughts back to right now eases somewhat when his fingers find one of the spindles of Billy's headboard and wrap around it for only a moment before Billy tears Dominic's hand away.
Billy's hands are smaller than Dominic's by a narrow measure, but they're more certain. Dominic curses low and harsh when Billy turns his wrist and brings Dominic's hand behind him, catching it almost at the center of Dominic's back before he leans down, the heat of his body overwhelming against Dominic's. There's a strength in Dominic's body and mind that Billy's not sure he'll ever have himself, one that seems to prompt Dominic not only to fight when his instinct tells him to do so, but also to indeed surrender. And it should be enough, the smaller part of Billy's thoughts tell him, enough that Billy can surrender, too, and just fuck Dominic the way he supposes he's meant to: hard and fast, as brutally as necessary to end this properly, if there were anything proper about this.
"Like to make things difficult for yourself, don't you," Billy murmurs, and when Dominic shifts under him experimentally, Billy presses down harder and twists the cuff's closure around Dominic's wrist, the leather digging into Dominic's skin. Dominic bites at the inside of his cheek and releases only just before he can taste blood, trying to calm himself as Billy retreats a little, gritting his teeth, kicking his jeans away from beneath him and hissing at the heavy, rough friction of their bodies moving messily together now. The next breath they both take finds Billy rising a little, his hands moving to grab Dominic's and press them flat and palms down against the mattress and his knee sliding up to press hard between Dominic's legs.
Dominic releases a guttural little noise and rises up a bit, inching himself away from Billy before he remembers and shifts back again, making them both catch their breath hard. Dominic's as pliant as he’s going to get at this point, Billy thinks, but he can still feel the struggle under Dominic's surface, the instinct to fight until he's exhausted himself and Billy, too. It's not the response Billy wants from him, but some part of Billy believes that it's what Dominic's learned best how to do. Others must have forced Dominic to urge more out of them, their reticence to do not even the best kind of harm keeping them from giving Dominic what he needs and wants while they've taken from him the little they do.
Billy can hear and almost feel Dominic's lungs filling beneath him and the tense of Dominic's limbs as he prepares to move again. Billy pushes down, his weight and hands heavier now on Dominic, and Dominic closes his eyes in concentration as his lips move soundlessly against the pillow. Before he can think it through, Billy rises and shifts and turns Dominic again to his back, his knee pushing back between Dominic's legs immediately and his hand cracking hard against Dominic's cheek before he holds Dominic's face steady and still.
"You have something to say, you say it clearly and you say it t'me," Billy tells him, and Dominic takes another deep breath, his eyes blinking with the sting of the slap. Pressed onto his back, Dominic feels the sweat burning his eyes and making the candlelight waver and blur, casting shadows on the wall, long and dancing. Above him Billy’s framed in that golden red light, his movements sudden and swift again even though Dominic feels as if everything has slowed down for him. He stretches his arms above his head, his torso going long, and lets his legs fall open. He's ready for Billy, wanting to feel him inside, his body burning for it.
Billy moves and Dominic's body moves with him, straining for touch and friction. Their eyes meet, and Billy's reflect back the burning light of the room and Dominic can't look away again. His mind flashes danger and he struggles for one awful moment before what he thinks must be the last surrender he’ll make tonight. His body sinks back into the mattress and he relaxes, trying to settle himself into the quiet and give what Billy wants. Everything he's done in this position before runs through his mind like a film he never wanted to see again, every scene and line and movement not quite right, not quite on its mark. Before he can stop himself Dominic brings one hand down from above his head and to his chest, sliding flat and soft to his stomach, where Billy catches it roughly and with a sound of contained fury Dominic's never heard from him.
"No pretty poses," Billy hisses. "'m not interested in what you've shown everyone else." Dominic swallows, afraid Billy can read even the thoughts Dominic's pushed away before making them real. Billy nods, answering Dominic's unasked question, and he lets Dominic hear his breath coming hard and quick, lets Dominic know that it would be easy for Billy to make this worse or better. Adrenaline more than strength lets Billy's hands curve around the cuffs on Dominic's wrists and pull up, and Billy can almost feel the sheets beneath them go taut against the burns on Dominic's back. When Dominic's eyes flutter closed and then open again wildly, Billy exhales in a rush and releases one of Dominic's hands only to grab at his chin again, holding Dominic so their eyes meet.
"No blindfolds," Billy says softly, careful not to smile, not to temper his words with others-to force Dominic to parse it out just from his eyes. Billy shifts just slightly, enough that his cock presses against Dominic's. "You'll do it yourself, because you can and because you need to, and because you don't want the choice not to. Close your eyes.”
Dominic shakes his head no immediately, pushing against Billy's hand holding his chin steady, but the fight takes strength he doesn’t have; Billy’s grasp is firm, his fingers not quite bruising but just as strong. For just this moment Dominic wishes Billy had left the clock in the room; the soft, relentless stutter and sweep of its hand would tell him how long he’d held Billy’s gaze, how long Billy was clearly prepared to wait for the right answer.
Dominic’s never liked the dark and the things that hide in it. He's been blindfolded before and rebelled against it both in hard fight and play. That’s not what Billy asking from him, really, he tells himself; from what he can read in Billy’s eyes, this is what Dominic needs to let go, for his surrender to be honest and not some remembered playacting from the last time this happened. In another moment of struggle Dominic thinks he's given enough already, and he shakes his head no again and wonders how long they've been at this tonight, and if he denies Billy this, how long he'll be allowed to stay.
It's only been seconds, though, and Billy's features haven't dissolved into irritation. His lips aren't curled now with barely restrained words meant to goad Dominic into bending. That’s not necessary anymore, and behind the challenge in Billy’s eyes Dominic can see the plea that's hidden there. This isn’t just a scene, it’s not just play, and surrender is easy when it's just meant to lead to a quick fuck. If that’s all either of them wanted or needed now, then neither of them has surrendered anything at all.
Dominic shakes his head no one last time, not even sure why anymore but not even fucking blinking in case Billy mistakes it. That word alone won’t earn him release and end this, but Dominic opens his mouth to say another that will, thinking that Billy will surrender then, too, and they'll move past it. It's happened in other times and places-with other people, with Dominic offering what Billy's called pretty poses and a lot more besides in exchange. If he does this now-if he closes his eyes and lets go, lets Billy take what he wants, what Dominic’s suddenly certain they both want and need-then he's giving everything over. It’s a real surrender and not just saying the word; all of that had been prelude to this. In his gut Dominic knows that this is what he can do to show Billy that he's mature enough for this relationship, that he’s worthy as an equal. If he does this now, then they'll be constantly and possibly terrifyingly against his boundaries, but then maybe he'll be allowed to push against Billy's, too.
Dominic tenses and takes in a deep breath, his fingertips curling against Billy's hand where it holds him down. For another moment he thinks maybe he'll throw it all off and be safe, but safety isn't something he decides he wants. He wants Billy; he wants everything that he's thought about for too many months, and he wants so much more than he's been given. That he might finally receive it makes him squeeze his eyes shut, his face flushed with the effort and nerves, and wait for what seems like another eternity.
Billy’s relief is immense, and he’s both as greedy and grateful now as he’d been the morning after he’d let Dominic fuck him, if nothing else for the knowledge that Dominic cannot see his reaction, and over the sound of his own panting breaths cannot possibly hear Billy’s. The idea that Dominic wouldn’t give hadn’t occurred to him until it was almost too late, and now every thought of responsibility and trust and safety comes rushing back into Billy’s mind and he fights them all, just wanting to have broken every boundary he and Dominic have left now and be done with it.
Billy releases Dominic's chin slowly and slides his hands back up Dominic's arms, to his wrists and higher, lacing their fingers together and brushing his cheek against Dominic's for just a moment's kinder contact before he moves again, this time leading Dominic's hands around the headboard's spindles for the stability he'd denied Dominic before. Dominic's eyes remain closed, but he swallows hard and then exhales as he feels Billy shift lower on the mattress and the cooler air move over his body. It's both soothing and not; Dominic's grateful for the granted space, but misses the heat and rasp of Billy's skin against his own and the knowledge that Billy's as much affected by what they're doing as Dominic is-differently, yes, but for the same reason and to the same end.
They're beyond the sort of extended, teasing preparation Billy would normally offer or allow, and he's certain Dominic can take him in any case; Dominic's broken beautifully tonight under every test Billy's tried, and this shouldn’t prove any exception. When he pushes roughly at Dominic's thighs, Billy finds he doesn't have to question whether Dominic's ready or even if he is himself; instead he watches Dominic's chest fill with air and hears the shivery breath Dominic takes as Billy's cock brushes against his entrance, hard and hot and damp. Billy closes his own eyes, then, and wills himself not to stop where and when he otherwise might, to not second-guess either of them now as he shoves Dominic’s thigh higher and pushes inside.
The bedclothes twist underneath Dominic with every movement he makes, the feeling raw against his back and shoulders. He concentrates on that rather than on the burn and press of Billy’s push until he has no choice but to focus on Billy, on Billy’s hands clenching on his body everywhere but where Dominic most wants them. Billy changes the angle before Dominic can adjust, his short fingernails digging and scraping down skin he’s already left marked as he moves. Dominic hisses and just as quickly inhales, his own hands almost slipping from around the spindles as he fights to not let go. The wood of Billy’s bed creaks in protest of this rougher treatment, and Billy ducks his head on a smirk and a choked little noise of recognition-there’s little left in the room to be tested now; not even the furniture’s safe.
Dominic tight enough inside that Billy knows he’s not going to last much longer himself; the friction’s too great, the feeling too fucking brilliant, to hold out when he’s this close. And he’s earned this as much as Dominic, Billy thinks as he shakes sweat from his eyes, he’s taken what he wanted this first time and has an idea of what more he could take if there’s a second or third. Billy pushes hard and watches Dominic shiver, his knuckles white and his palms red around the spindles, and knows immediately that unless they fuck things up entirely in the next very few minutes, this will happen again. That thought tears another choked sound from his throat, and Billy can hear blood rushing in his head as he wraps his hand around Dominic’s cock hard, turning his wrist and listening as Dominic moans in response, his hips lifting, his back arching as Billy slides his hand into the damp recess behind Dominic's knee and pushes his leg further--pushes himself further inside Dominic's body.
Again the bed creaks under their bodies, and it’s all the warning Billy needs and is willing to give Dominic. His strokes turn shallow and faster now, and his hand moves roughly around Dominic’s cock, turning and twisting again as Billy feels Dominic fighting it, holding back when Billy wants to see him now, wants to feel Dominic give him the only thing he has left to offer. “Now, Dominic,” Billy grits out, the words the first he’s managed in what he feels like many of the longest minutes of his life. Dominic bares his teeth a little, waiting him out, and Billy concentrates, stilling himself long enough to drag his thumb over the head of Dominic’s cock again. It’s enough now; for this first time, what they’ve done is enough, and while Billy suddenly feels more bruised and battle-weary than he has in years, it's still fucking brilliant, and he knows he’ll be able to do more and better the next time. “Go on, Dominic, now, show me-”
Dominic bears down immediately, as if Billy’s triggered another switch inside him, and his hips rise as he shouts and comes over Billy’s hand and his stomach, his fingers flexing hard around the spindles until they slip off shaking to the mattress above his head. Billy’s still inside him, bracing himself against Dominic as he continues to push. The fight’s left Dominic completely, but behind his still closed eyes, Dominic can see Billy-the intense set of his chin, the burn and flash in his eyes-and imagine how he looks now, how Billy has to have bent near to breaking now, too. Dominic flinches when Billy shifts above him for the last time, and his eyes flutter open unwillingly but in time to see what he’d imagined and more-Billy’s flushed face and the damp tousle of hair falling in his eyes as Billy ducks his head and goes still for only a moment before he’s coming, his fingers digging into Dominic’s skin and his eyes shut tight.
The sounds that rush from Billy fill the room made quieter now that Dominic’s just lost to thick, desperate breaths. The weight of their echo is too heavy, and Billy feels himself sinking underneath it, exhausted beyond measure even though some part of him knows his work’s not done here; Dominic earned more than Billy simply pulling out and rolling off and leaving him to shattered, unsettled sleep. Billy’s promised better, and he won’t back away from that obligation, but for now Billy raises his eyes and sharpens his focus to the sight of Dominic, his eyes closed again and every inch of him still and spent. When he lets his gaze travel, Billy can see the edge of welts on the turn of Dominic’s shoulder, the faint blur of bruising lit red and yellow by the guttering candles now but will darken over the next hours, and the gentle, just-risen curve of Dominic’s exhausted smile. Dominic’s eyelids flutter again as he draws in a deep breath, but before they open, Billy finally breaks and looks away, controlling his slide and fall to Dominic’s side with the last of his strength, his hand tight again around Dominic’s wrist.
To be continued.