FIC: three (or so) times Dom didn't bite Billy's neck, and one time he did
Title: three (or so) times Dom didn't bite Billy's neck, and one time he did
Author: vensre
Rated: R
Notes: Plotless bitey roughhousing written as commentfic for laerwen and inspired by this Billy face. Beta by ali_jayne, who makes me want to create a Beta Appreciation holiday.
"Get off, arsewipe," Billy says, but with a good deal more fondness than irritation. Dom laughs and nips at his jaw. It's a little far for their status quo, but earlier today Billy stuck his hand down Dom's trousers, and they both got a great laugh from it.
"I'm gonna give you a hickey," Dom announces, and feints with his face towards Billy's neck.
"Fucker!" Billy gets Dom by his shirt collar and hauls him down out of range of skin that might be on camera at some point. "I'd tell PJ exactly who's to blame."
Thwarted, Dom makes a dissatisfied grumble. His heart is beating pretty hard; Billy can feel it, the way they're sprawled with his shoulder against Dom's chest. Maybe they should back off a little, but Dom is warm and seems like he's supposed to be where he is. He's comfortable, even where he's bony.
Billy hears the odd quaver in Dom's next breath, and flicks his eyes up to meet Dom's, who lets out another distinct huff of breath. Billy thinks it over, biting his upper lip thoughtfully. Dom's eyes close lightly, like he's taking a minute to compose himself, but Billy isn't in the mood for composed. He likes it dynamic. He likes it unexpected.
He goes for Dom's highly ticklish kneecap, and is nearly jacked in the jaw by Dom's forearm in the subsequent convulsion. Billy lets Dom pin his wrists, and notes the gooseflesh on Dom's arms with satisfaction. Dom hunkers down and eyes Billy with a deep smirk, and says, "A big red one. Right on the front," and pushes his face at Billy's throat. It's the work of a moment to get at least one of his hands free, and Billy grabs for Dom's hair and can barely get a hold on it, it's so short. He pinches at the amount he can grasp, watching Dom's eyes go half-closed. He gets a better grip, and pulls steadily.
Dom doesn't comment. He noses up under Billy's chin, slowly this time, but it's easy enough to tug him back to about six inches' distance. He still has Dom by the hair.
"Maybe I should give you one, since you like the idea so much."
Rewarding doesn't begin to cover it, when the tips of Dom's ears go red.
Billy's mouth - well, all of him really, but especially mouth - is beginning to feel a certain tingling inevitability. He wants to stretch the moment out a little more, because it feels so good, chancy and safe all at once, new and familiar. Loosing Dom's hair, he pretends to grab for the kneecap again without intending to actually touch it, and Dom's reflexes jump to protect it; they meet in the middle, grappling. He quickly gains the advantage, locking Dom's arm against Billy's chest, which pulls the rest of him in close.
"No karate!" Dom protests, and Billy snorts. He catches Dom's other hand, but doesn't pin it solidly, thinking he'll be charitable and allow Dom a fighting chance.
Dom takes more than his chance, driving Billy back against the arm of the sofa with his slightly greater weight and gravity on his side. He ends up half-kneeling over Billy's legs. Billy thinks he might have a bruise forming somewhere, but he grins up into Dom's smug face, very near from the hold he's keeping on Dom's arm.
Billy has to acknowledge to himself at this point that he's got quite a hard-on, and he has a strong feeling that he's not alone in that. Funny how he's never looked directly at Dom's cock before. He expects that milestone will have gone by the wayside by evening, one way or another.
He's paused in his thoughts a bit too long. Dom makes a victorious noise and says, "Dost thou yield?" in a ridiculous put-on voice.
Billy laughs, and Dom laughs too. Billy says, "Not on your life."
"Nay indeed, not on my life, but on your honour, sir," he says - rather nonsensically, Billy thinks - with a gleam in his eyes, and deliberately lowers his face towards Billy's throat.
Within five seconds, Billy has him on the floor.
Dom is gasping in Billy's hold, and he gives a great heave of movement, but doesn't quite twist free. He makes eye contact, and says in his dirty-joke voice, "'F you wanted me on my back--" he makes another effort, this time catching Billy somewhat by surprise. He slithers out of Billy's grasp and ends up perched on the edge of the sofa, leaning down towards Billy's seat on the floor. "All you had to do was ask." He actually finishes the line, and fuck if Billy doesn't feel his skin going hot, out of his control, in picturing it. There's really only one move left to pull.
He surges forward and kisses Dom on the mouth. It's just long enough to be turned into a joke, in case... but it becomes clear after a moment that Dom's not taking it that way. The first kiss isn't anything spectacular, an off-tilt press of lips on lips, but by the second one Dom has Billy by the shoulders and Billy's hand is on the back of Dom's head, and Dom is wide open, so far open. Billy's heart pounds in his ears, drowning out any perception of Dom's heartbeat. It's good, it's good, from his scalp to his groin, from his fingers to his watery knees. By the fifth kiss he's thinking sex acts. By the tenth, he's not thinking anything at all.
Sometime after that, he realises that Dom's mouth on his throat, sucking hotly alternated with perfect, scraping bites, is probably going to mean hell on Monday.
Author: vensre
Rated: R
Notes: Plotless bitey roughhousing written as commentfic for laerwen and inspired by this Billy face. Beta by ali_jayne, who makes me want to create a Beta Appreciation holiday.
"Get off, arsewipe," Billy says, but with a good deal more fondness than irritation. Dom laughs and nips at his jaw. It's a little far for their status quo, but earlier today Billy stuck his hand down Dom's trousers, and they both got a great laugh from it.
"I'm gonna give you a hickey," Dom announces, and feints with his face towards Billy's neck.
"Fucker!" Billy gets Dom by his shirt collar and hauls him down out of range of skin that might be on camera at some point. "I'd tell PJ exactly who's to blame."
Thwarted, Dom makes a dissatisfied grumble. His heart is beating pretty hard; Billy can feel it, the way they're sprawled with his shoulder against Dom's chest. Maybe they should back off a little, but Dom is warm and seems like he's supposed to be where he is. He's comfortable, even where he's bony.
Billy hears the odd quaver in Dom's next breath, and flicks his eyes up to meet Dom's, who lets out another distinct huff of breath. Billy thinks it over, biting his upper lip thoughtfully. Dom's eyes close lightly, like he's taking a minute to compose himself, but Billy isn't in the mood for composed. He likes it dynamic. He likes it unexpected.
He goes for Dom's highly ticklish kneecap, and is nearly jacked in the jaw by Dom's forearm in the subsequent convulsion. Billy lets Dom pin his wrists, and notes the gooseflesh on Dom's arms with satisfaction. Dom hunkers down and eyes Billy with a deep smirk, and says, "A big red one. Right on the front," and pushes his face at Billy's throat. It's the work of a moment to get at least one of his hands free, and Billy grabs for Dom's hair and can barely get a hold on it, it's so short. He pinches at the amount he can grasp, watching Dom's eyes go half-closed. He gets a better grip, and pulls steadily.
Dom doesn't comment. He noses up under Billy's chin, slowly this time, but it's easy enough to tug him back to about six inches' distance. He still has Dom by the hair.
"Maybe I should give you one, since you like the idea so much."
Rewarding doesn't begin to cover it, when the tips of Dom's ears go red.
Billy's mouth - well, all of him really, but especially mouth - is beginning to feel a certain tingling inevitability. He wants to stretch the moment out a little more, because it feels so good, chancy and safe all at once, new and familiar. Loosing Dom's hair, he pretends to grab for the kneecap again without intending to actually touch it, and Dom's reflexes jump to protect it; they meet in the middle, grappling. He quickly gains the advantage, locking Dom's arm against Billy's chest, which pulls the rest of him in close.
"No karate!" Dom protests, and Billy snorts. He catches Dom's other hand, but doesn't pin it solidly, thinking he'll be charitable and allow Dom a fighting chance.
Dom takes more than his chance, driving Billy back against the arm of the sofa with his slightly greater weight and gravity on his side. He ends up half-kneeling over Billy's legs. Billy thinks he might have a bruise forming somewhere, but he grins up into Dom's smug face, very near from the hold he's keeping on Dom's arm.
Billy has to acknowledge to himself at this point that he's got quite a hard-on, and he has a strong feeling that he's not alone in that. Funny how he's never looked directly at Dom's cock before. He expects that milestone will have gone by the wayside by evening, one way or another.
He's paused in his thoughts a bit too long. Dom makes a victorious noise and says, "Dost thou yield?" in a ridiculous put-on voice.
Billy laughs, and Dom laughs too. Billy says, "Not on your life."
"Nay indeed, not on my life, but on your honour, sir," he says - rather nonsensically, Billy thinks - with a gleam in his eyes, and deliberately lowers his face towards Billy's throat.
Within five seconds, Billy has him on the floor.
Dom is gasping in Billy's hold, and he gives a great heave of movement, but doesn't quite twist free. He makes eye contact, and says in his dirty-joke voice, "'F you wanted me on my back--" he makes another effort, this time catching Billy somewhat by surprise. He slithers out of Billy's grasp and ends up perched on the edge of the sofa, leaning down towards Billy's seat on the floor. "All you had to do was ask." He actually finishes the line, and fuck if Billy doesn't feel his skin going hot, out of his control, in picturing it. There's really only one move left to pull.
He surges forward and kisses Dom on the mouth. It's just long enough to be turned into a joke, in case... but it becomes clear after a moment that Dom's not taking it that way. The first kiss isn't anything spectacular, an off-tilt press of lips on lips, but by the second one Dom has Billy by the shoulders and Billy's hand is on the back of Dom's head, and Dom is wide open, so far open. Billy's heart pounds in his ears, drowning out any perception of Dom's heartbeat. It's good, it's good, from his scalp to his groin, from his fingers to his watery knees. By the fifth kiss he's thinking sex acts. By the tenth, he's not thinking anything at all.
Sometime after that, he realises that Dom's mouth on his throat, sucking hotly alternated with perfect, scraping bites, is probably going to mean hell on Monday.