"Turnabout" (Dom/Billy, New Zealand, April 2000)
Title: Turnabout
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Summary: Billy's tired but Dom's horny, and imaginative. Pretty much PWP with mild bondage.
A/N: In New Zealand, around April 2000, after Untwisting. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
"So, sex?" Dom asks nonchalantly as he tosses his jeans untidily over a chair. They slide slowly to the floor and he ignores them. Billy's just climbing under the duvet, still in his boxers, Dom notes. "I'm offering you sex, Bill," he says, in case Billy didn't understand him the first time.
"Just want to lie here," Billy says, "too much running up hills and down again. I'll give you ten-to-one, none of those shots is in the final cut." He sprawls comfortably in Dom's bed, letting his arms and legs sink into the mattress, and sighs with relief.
Dom is struck with an idea. "You can just lie there, if you like. Let me do all the work," he says. He pulls open his wardrobe, where the only three ties he owns are hanging on the back of the door. Dom tugs one free with a flourish and closes the door again. "In fact, what if you can't move, and you have to let me do all the work, how does that sound?" He kneels on the bed beside Billy as he's talking, wrapping the tie round one of his own hands and tugging on the other end in what he hopes is a slightly threatening manner.
"As long as I don't have to lift a finger," Billy says -- it sounds rather pleasant, really. And turnabout is fair play, as he's tied Dom to the bedpost a few times, when Dom was exceptionally wriggly or cheeky. Terribly distracting, that kind of behaviour: ruins the mood. Billy's discovered that being tied down makes Dom go all breathless and pliant, beautiful. So he'll give it a go.
"I promise," Dom says with a grin. He lifts one of Billy's hands and ties one end of the tie around Billy's wrist. He then winds the tie around a spindle of the bed head and ties the other end around Billy's other wrist. "There. How does that feel?" Dom throws back the duvet and surveys his work. "You look brilliant."
Billy poses a bit, leaning against his arm and fluttering his lashes. "You only say that because you want to have your wicked way with me," he says. Feels a bit odd, though he once played a bit part where he was tied up and killed almost instantly, and spent twenty three and a half minutes lying very still on stage, six days a week with matinees on Sundays.
"You know me so well," Dom says, nodding seriously. His face breaks into a smile. "Let's have these off, then," he says, tugging at Billy's boxer shorts.
Lifting his hips, Billy feels them slide off his arse and down his legs. He's suddenly more exposed, more aware of being helpless. Not that he doesn't trust Dom with his life, among other things. He shivers as the room suddenly seems to lose its late-summer warmth. But his bits are perking up a bit, he can feel his groin heating when Dom looks at him.
Dom hasn't missed the stirring of Billy's cock. His own is showing a distinct interest in the proceedings as he wriggles out of his shorts. "So. What to do with you now?" For the moment, Dom can't resist Billy's mouth and stretches out on top of him to claim a kiss.
After a moment, Billy simply relaxes and allows Dom to take over the kiss. Being with Dom is all still so new that he's not sure if he's ever allowed it before, though he should have done: Dom's tongue is brilliant.
"Mmmm." Dom licks Billy's neck and then nuzzles his chest a bit before moving up to lick a long stripe up the exposed inside of Billy's upper arm. "You make me crazy sometimes, Bill," he murmurs into Billy's skin. "I look at you in your stupid wig and I just want to push you to the ground and fuck you into the middle of next week." He hums as he kisses his way across Billy's chest to his other arm where he licks another long stripe.
"Pete wouldn't like that," Billy says after a moment, distracted by Dom's mouth. He turns his arm a bit so Dom can have more of it, and closes his eyes to feel it better. "Oh yeah," he breathes, feeling Dom's weight on him, Dom's cock pushing against his thigh, Dom's noises thrumming right through his body.
"Pete doesn't have to watch if he doesn't want to," Dom mutters, then chuckles into Billy's chest, feeling Billy shake with laughter as well. This isn't exactly going as planned. "Shhh," Dom says against Billy's mouth. "Or I'll have to spank you."
Mouth twisting, Billy says, "Not a bloody chance of that, mate."
"Okay!" Dom says, surprised at the strength of Billy's reaction. It makes him feel slightly heady with power though, knowing that if he did decide to spank Billy, he could just go ahead and do it. Not that he would. "Drive you insane with my teasing?" he suggests, nuzzling Billy's neck.
Billy realises that his arms had been pulling against the tie only after he relaxes. He hadn't really thought Dom would, but just the idea is a bit much. This is better, Dom's mouth is so lovely he almost takes it for granted. "You could give me a blowjob," he offers.
"Sshh, stop pre-empting me," Dom says. "It's perfectly possible to do both, you know." He speaks in between kissing his way down Billy's chest. "Drive you insane with a teasing blow job. Make you crazy with my bad tongue."
"Well then," Billy says with an anticipatory wiggle he can't quite still, "I'll let you get on with it." A part of him wishes he could reach for Dom, touch him and make him moan and beg. But there seems to be a certain freedom to being tied up. He can't do a bloody thing but feel what Dom's doing to him.
Dom sits up, straddling Billy's thighs. "Look at your lovely cock," he says. Billy's almost fully erect, but not quite. Dom lightly brushes his fingertips over Billy's cock. "What would you like me to do to it?"
The sight of Dom's flushed cock next to his own turns Billy on, and the touch of Dom's fingers good but not nearly enough. "Want you to touch it, suck it, want to watch you," Billy says craning his neck for a better view.
"Yeah, I know you do," Dom says mildly, taking hold of his own cock and rubbing the head up and down Billy's erection. "But you need to ask nicely." He's really not sure how long he'll hold out before caving in to Billy, but it'll be interesting to find out.
"Fuck, that's good," Billy says, his hips rising to meet Dom's cock. He's not tired any more, and not in a hurry.
Dom immediately shifts so he's no longer touching Billy's cock. "Only if you ask nicely, I said."
Pumping the air for a moment, Billy gapes a bit at Dom. "Bloody ties," he grumbles, "if they weren't on, my cock would be halfway down your throat right now."
"Now that definitely isn't asking nicely," Dom scolds, remaining impassive-looking despite the thought of Billy's cock in his mouth. He swallows and dismounts, kneeling beside Billy. "What do you want?" he says, stroking his own cock gently and looking Billy in the eye.
For a moment, Billy's perversely tempted to close his eyes and see whether he can sleep. But that's impossible with Dom looking at him quite so meltingly. "Want you to suck me," he says, "please."
Dom says nothing, just leans over Billy and licks the head of his cock, then blows gently on it. "More?" he asks.
"Yeah," Billy says, "more and harder."
"Spread 'em, then," Dom murmurs, pushing Billy's legs apart and kneeling between them. He strokes his hands up Billy's inner thighs until they're resting either side of the base of Billy's cock. "Since you asked so nicely..." Dom lowers his head and swallows Billy down deep in his throat.
Billy moans at the amazing feeling of Dom's mouth. He'd been expecting the teasing to go on much longer, but Dom's never been one for waiting. "Oh like that," he says, moans really, wishing he could touch Dom's head, at least.
A thrill zings through Dom at Billy's reaction. He lets Billy's cock slide out of his mouth, massaging it with his hand as he licks around Billy's balls and then carefully takes them in his mouth. Wanting more access, he sits up and pushes Billy's knees back and out, staring for a moment at how Billy looks, tied up and thoroughly exposed. Dom hums his appreciation.
Billy feels a bit like a butterfly, pinned in a case, but the sense memory of Dom's mouth on his cock and balls glows warmly. "Dom, more, please?" he says after a moment.
Dom grins. "You look fucking edible," he murmurs. Leaving his hands where they are, to keep Billy's legs out of the way, he bends again, licking Billy's balls, the inside of his thighs, the underside of his cock. He licks around and then down, pressing the tip of his tongue against Billy's perineum, relishing the moans of pleasure he's wringing out of Billy. His own cock is aching with need, and after he swipes his tongue along Billy's cleft, finds himself muttering. "Wanna fuck you, Bill."
If it weren't for Dom's mouth on him as punctuation to that statement, Billy would have instantly objected. As it is, he moans and pushes for more. "Dunno about that," he finally says, trying to be open-minded.
"I'll make it good for you," Dom murmurs in between licks to Billy's cock. He lets go of Billy's legs and crawls up his body, bending down to kiss Billy on the mouth. "I promise, please Bill. I'll untie you, just... god." Dom had no idea how much he wants this until he almost finds himself begging for it.
The last vestige of Billy's heterosexuality hovers over him. He licks his lips, reminding himself that Dom's fingers up his arse have been astonishingly sexy. "Ehm," he says, wavering between a certain nervousness -- Dom's cock is substantial -- and wanting to try it.
Dom can see Billy's hesitating, but he hasn't said no. "Okay, one step at a time," he says. "The moment you say stop, I'll stop." He kisses Billy again, long and slow. "Want me to untie you?"
"Yeah, undo the ties," Billy says, after a kiss that reminds him again of what Dom can do with his tongue. I'm not straight any more. He's not sure how he feels about that. But it's Dom.
Dom obliges, before leaning over to his bedside table and grabbing lube and a condom out of the drawer. He's shaking a little, excitement coiled in his chest and leaking from his cock. "Gonna prep you properly," Dom murmurs, thinking that letting Billy know exactly what he's doing will help him. He pumps a dollop of lube on to his fingertips and warms it before working his fingers into Billy's cleft and pressing gently into his hole, sucking on Billy's cock as he does so.
Leaning back, relaxing in a way that he couldn't with his arms tied up, Billy closes his eyes and wallows in the pleasure of Dom's mouth. "That's lovely," he says, petting Dom's head and shoulders, though he shudders a bit as Dom's finger pushes in.
"Mmm-hmm," Dom hums, pressing a second, and then a third finger into Billy and massaging his prostate.
"Oh," Billy says, feeling weirdly full and almost tickled from the inside.
Slowly, Dom lets Billy's cock slide from his mouth, but keeps gently pumping his fingers inside Billy. "Pass me a pillow, will you?" Billy does, and Dom has to take his fingers back in order to urge Billy to lift his hips so the pillow can go under them. Dom immediately starts finger-fucking Billy again, ripping open the condom packet with his teeth and rolling it on one-handed, a trick he perfected only after months of practice.
Billy misses Dom's mouth on his cock with an ache that's only partly about this being-fucked business. His own hand is a bit of a replacement, the familiar wank feeling offsetting the sound of Dom putting on the condom.
Dom carefully withdraws his fingers from Billy's arse and arranges Billy's legs over his shoulders. He slathers lube on to himself and then looks Billy in the eye. "Okay, try and relax," he murmurs, lining his cock up against Billy's hole. His stomach muscles are rigid with tension; he so wants Billy to enjoy this, but is half-terrified Billy will tell him to stop and he won't be able to.
Looking at Dom's dear and slightly distracted face is what makes it possible for Billy to lie there with his legs spread and hanging, the prospect of a cock up his arse, without either swearing or laughing. "Just do it," he says, one arm bracing against Dom's side.
"Here goes." Dom keeps his gaze locked with Billy as he gently presses against Billy's hole. Finally he feels the ring of muscle give and groans, hoping that Billy isn't going to change his mind.
It's objectively big, Dom's cock, and it feels enormous in Billy's arse. Billy takes a breath and tries to adjust to it. He looks down at his groin, sees how little of it is inside, and whimpers a bit. But the sight of Dom's cock pushing in a bit at a time is bloody hot.
Billy is panting, and his erection is flagging a little, but not completely -- and he hasn't said stop. Dom wraps his hand around Billy's cock and pumps it, all the time pressing slowly inside Billy. "Oh god, Bill, feels fucking amazing," he moans.
"Yeah," Billy says, breathing carefully, and then, "fuck, that's good," as Dom's hand pulls just right and Dom's cock nudges his prostate. "More lube now," he mutters, reaching for it himself.
Dom takes the lube and quickly smears it all over the exposed part of his cock. He's breathing hard. His lube-coated hand goes back to massaging Billy's cock, and so Dom pushes the rest of the way inside Billy. "There," he says, panting for breath. "Doing okay?"
"All right," Billy says, breathing again. Dom's hand is slip-sliding up and down Billy's cock and he concentrates on that for a bit.
Relief floods Dom's body. "Good," he says. "Good." He slowly withdraws until just the head of his cock is inside Billy, spreads yet more lube on himself and then pushes back in, trying to get a good angle for Billy.
It's easier now, and Billy starts moving a bit, pushing his cock up against Dom's hand and then, experimentally, his arse against Dom's cock. The noises Dom makes are fantastic, and Billy is willing to do nearly anything to hear more.
"Oh yeah," Dom moans, slowly starting to thrust. "Fuck, Billy, it's so good." He squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his head back and gasping with the effort as he focuses on keeping his thrusts slow and gentle, and not losing control.
Billy grins triumphantly to himself and moves again, rewarded by Dom's happy sexy noises. When Dom pulls out most of the way and pushes back past his prostate, he gets that feeling again, the quivery pleasure that's completely unlike anything else. "More of that?" he asks, "right there."
"Yeah, whatever you want," Dom says, opening his eyes and looking at Billy, delighted that it's all going so well. He tries to keep the angle the same, stroking the head of his cock over Billy's prostate as he pushes in and searching Billy's face for a response. "Like that?"
Grunting, Billy twists until it's just right, then he closes his eyes, and lies back a bit. "Yeah, there," he says, reassuring Dom as much as anything.
"Can I..." Dom bites his lip. "Can I go faster?" His self-control is worn right down to a thread, and is in danger of snapping at any second. Looking at Billy, looking at his own cock in Billy, feeling it... It's all too much.
"All right, yeah," Billy says. He wants to watch Dom come, watch his face and his body as he comes inside of Billy.
Dom drops forward on to his hands and lowers himself so they're chest-to-chest, Dom pressing his face into Billy's neck. He starts to rock into Billy; not thrusting hard, just a gentle, rhythmic pulsing of his hips. It's more than enough. "Fuck, I'm close," he mutters, gasping softly.
Feeling Dom is enough, right now, feeling Dom's body tremble and his moans run right through his skin and into Billy. "Go on then," Billy says fondly, arms and legs wrapping round Dom, wishing there was some way to get even closer.
"Oh god," Dom moans, his hips rocking helplessly, faster. He tries desperately not to thrust hard, terrified of hurting Billy, terrified that Billy will say 'stop'; terrified that he'll hurt Billy but Billy won't say stop, for him. Dom slides his arms under Billy's shoulders and clings to him, fingers digging in to Billy's muscles as finally, Dom tumbles into the abyss with a gasping sob that somewhere in it contains Billy's name.
Billy says, "Yeah," and, "good," and a number of other meaningless things that blokes say when they can't quite say "I love you." His arse is aching, but Dom, shuddering with pleasure in his arms, is what's important now.
Gradually Dom comes back to earth, panting for breath. He licks at the sweat on Billy's neck and finally pushes himself up on to his elbows to look Billy in the eye. "Fantastic," he says, finally mustering up enough muscle control to grin.
"Educational," Billy grins back, propping up a slightly wobbly Dom. "You were right, I didn't have to shift at all."
Dom laughs weakly. "Anyroad, Bill. You've still not come, and I think I owe you one."
"Don't have to," Billy says, "sleep's good too."
This won't do. Billy's just given him this huge thing, they can't just go to sleep now. Carefully, Dom pulls out and rolls off Billy with a groan. He quickly disposes of the condom and then turns back to Billy. "Your original request was, as I remember, for a blow job," Dom says, cupping Billy's face and kissing him.
Billy's arse feels a bit odd when he rolls on his side to watch Dom and catch his kiss as he comes back. Dom's mouth somehow communicates more than anyone's and Billy finds himself heating up again, what with Dom's gratitude and pleasure and pure lust.
"Wanna suck you off," Dom murmurs against Billy's mouth, slightly pleading. "Want your cock in my mouth, want to taste you when you come."
And then there's Dom's voice, so bloody sexy that it gets under Billy's skin and curls his toes. "Yeah," he says, loosening his hold on Dom's shoulder, "suck me, fast and hard, yeah." He's not sleepy any more.
Dom wriggles into position, pillowing his head on Billy's thigh and wrapping his hand round Billy's erection. "Love you," he murmurs, and takes Billy's cock in his mouth.
Not entirely sure what Dom was saying, Billy moans at what he's doing. "Yeah," he says, stroking Dom's hair, "that's fantastic."
Sucking hard, as Billy instructed, Dom hums a response, feeling Billy rocking his hips. He gently kneads Billy's arse cheek as he sucks, catching himself before automatically slipping his fingers into Billy's cleft. Probably not the best time for that.
It doesn't take much for Dom to rev Billy up, and soon he's in a pleasurable haze. "You're too fucking good at that," he tells Dom, "drive me mad."
Dom's entirely focused on pleasing Billy, now. He swallows Billy's cock, deep-throating him and wringing out wonderful sex-noises from Billy's throat, high gasping sounds that Dom loves.
No sense in holding back. Billy catches Dom's shoulder, gripping harder as he gets closer to coming, moaning "Oh fuck, oh God, so good..."
All Dom wants is more of those sounds. More of Billy losing himself in sex. He sucks hard, swallowing, bobbing his head and using his tongue, unable to stop himself humming with pleasure.
"Oh fuck!," Billy yells as he tips over the edge, Dom's tongue and mouth irresistibly pulling him into orgasm.
Dom stills, swallowing and swallowing as Billy comes down his throat. Gradually, Billy stills and Dom quickly wriggles up the bed, wanting to be close. "Hey," he says, forehead-to-forehead when Billy finally opens his eyes.
"Hey... that was fantastic," Billy answers, half-drunk with sex. "You should win a prize for that. First place at blowjobs, Dominic Monaghan!"
Dom laughs giddily. "What can I say? Me and my bad tongue." He kisses Billy. "Love you, Bill."
Billy's face goes hot. Does he love Dom that way or doesn't he?
Something's up. Billy's gone quiet, and he's not asleep. Dom tries kissing him again. "Have I robbed you of the power of speech with my brain-melting blow job?"
"Mhm umhum mhmhu," Billy answers, grateful for a way out. He pushes Dom onto his back and kisses him properly, saying with his mouth what he can't say in words.
This will do nicely in lieu of post-coital conversation. Dom snogs Billy back until they're both breathless and laughing. "Got you off your back then, finally," Dom points out when they come up for air.
"Thought you liked me there," Billy says, sure in his bones that there will be a next time and it will be better.
"If you're naked, I like you in basically any position you want to be in," Dom grins.
Billy hugs him and says, "Sleep now, ya sex addict."
"Mmm, yes sir," Dom says, snuggling up happily. Best way to fall asleep, Dom reckons: cuddled up to a naked, post-coital Scotsman.
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Summary: Billy's tired but Dom's horny, and imaginative. Pretty much PWP with mild bondage.
A/N: In New Zealand, around April 2000, after Untwisting. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
"So, sex?" Dom asks nonchalantly as he tosses his jeans untidily over a chair. They slide slowly to the floor and he ignores them. Billy's just climbing under the duvet, still in his boxers, Dom notes. "I'm offering you sex, Bill," he says, in case Billy didn't understand him the first time.
"Just want to lie here," Billy says, "too much running up hills and down again. I'll give you ten-to-one, none of those shots is in the final cut." He sprawls comfortably in Dom's bed, letting his arms and legs sink into the mattress, and sighs with relief.
Dom is struck with an idea. "You can just lie there, if you like. Let me do all the work," he says. He pulls open his wardrobe, where the only three ties he owns are hanging on the back of the door. Dom tugs one free with a flourish and closes the door again. "In fact, what if you can't move, and you have to let me do all the work, how does that sound?" He kneels on the bed beside Billy as he's talking, wrapping the tie round one of his own hands and tugging on the other end in what he hopes is a slightly threatening manner.
"As long as I don't have to lift a finger," Billy says -- it sounds rather pleasant, really. And turnabout is fair play, as he's tied Dom to the bedpost a few times, when Dom was exceptionally wriggly or cheeky. Terribly distracting, that kind of behaviour: ruins the mood. Billy's discovered that being tied down makes Dom go all breathless and pliant, beautiful. So he'll give it a go.
"I promise," Dom says with a grin. He lifts one of Billy's hands and ties one end of the tie around Billy's wrist. He then winds the tie around a spindle of the bed head and ties the other end around Billy's other wrist. "There. How does that feel?" Dom throws back the duvet and surveys his work. "You look brilliant."
Billy poses a bit, leaning against his arm and fluttering his lashes. "You only say that because you want to have your wicked way with me," he says. Feels a bit odd, though he once played a bit part where he was tied up and killed almost instantly, and spent twenty three and a half minutes lying very still on stage, six days a week with matinees on Sundays.
"You know me so well," Dom says, nodding seriously. His face breaks into a smile. "Let's have these off, then," he says, tugging at Billy's boxer shorts.
Lifting his hips, Billy feels them slide off his arse and down his legs. He's suddenly more exposed, more aware of being helpless. Not that he doesn't trust Dom with his life, among other things. He shivers as the room suddenly seems to lose its late-summer warmth. But his bits are perking up a bit, he can feel his groin heating when Dom looks at him.
Dom hasn't missed the stirring of Billy's cock. His own is showing a distinct interest in the proceedings as he wriggles out of his shorts. "So. What to do with you now?" For the moment, Dom can't resist Billy's mouth and stretches out on top of him to claim a kiss.
After a moment, Billy simply relaxes and allows Dom to take over the kiss. Being with Dom is all still so new that he's not sure if he's ever allowed it before, though he should have done: Dom's tongue is brilliant.
"Mmmm." Dom licks Billy's neck and then nuzzles his chest a bit before moving up to lick a long stripe up the exposed inside of Billy's upper arm. "You make me crazy sometimes, Bill," he murmurs into Billy's skin. "I look at you in your stupid wig and I just want to push you to the ground and fuck you into the middle of next week." He hums as he kisses his way across Billy's chest to his other arm where he licks another long stripe.
"Pete wouldn't like that," Billy says after a moment, distracted by Dom's mouth. He turns his arm a bit so Dom can have more of it, and closes his eyes to feel it better. "Oh yeah," he breathes, feeling Dom's weight on him, Dom's cock pushing against his thigh, Dom's noises thrumming right through his body.
"Pete doesn't have to watch if he doesn't want to," Dom mutters, then chuckles into Billy's chest, feeling Billy shake with laughter as well. This isn't exactly going as planned. "Shhh," Dom says against Billy's mouth. "Or I'll have to spank you."
Mouth twisting, Billy says, "Not a bloody chance of that, mate."
"Okay!" Dom says, surprised at the strength of Billy's reaction. It makes him feel slightly heady with power though, knowing that if he did decide to spank Billy, he could just go ahead and do it. Not that he would. "Drive you insane with my teasing?" he suggests, nuzzling Billy's neck.
Billy realises that his arms had been pulling against the tie only after he relaxes. He hadn't really thought Dom would, but just the idea is a bit much. This is better, Dom's mouth is so lovely he almost takes it for granted. "You could give me a blowjob," he offers.
"Sshh, stop pre-empting me," Dom says. "It's perfectly possible to do both, you know." He speaks in between kissing his way down Billy's chest. "Drive you insane with a teasing blow job. Make you crazy with my bad tongue."
"Well then," Billy says with an anticipatory wiggle he can't quite still, "I'll let you get on with it." A part of him wishes he could reach for Dom, touch him and make him moan and beg. But there seems to be a certain freedom to being tied up. He can't do a bloody thing but feel what Dom's doing to him.
Dom sits up, straddling Billy's thighs. "Look at your lovely cock," he says. Billy's almost fully erect, but not quite. Dom lightly brushes his fingertips over Billy's cock. "What would you like me to do to it?"
The sight of Dom's flushed cock next to his own turns Billy on, and the touch of Dom's fingers good but not nearly enough. "Want you to touch it, suck it, want to watch you," Billy says craning his neck for a better view.
"Yeah, I know you do," Dom says mildly, taking hold of his own cock and rubbing the head up and down Billy's erection. "But you need to ask nicely." He's really not sure how long he'll hold out before caving in to Billy, but it'll be interesting to find out.
"Fuck, that's good," Billy says, his hips rising to meet Dom's cock. He's not tired any more, and not in a hurry.
Dom immediately shifts so he's no longer touching Billy's cock. "Only if you ask nicely, I said."
Pumping the air for a moment, Billy gapes a bit at Dom. "Bloody ties," he grumbles, "if they weren't on, my cock would be halfway down your throat right now."
"Now that definitely isn't asking nicely," Dom scolds, remaining impassive-looking despite the thought of Billy's cock in his mouth. He swallows and dismounts, kneeling beside Billy. "What do you want?" he says, stroking his own cock gently and looking Billy in the eye.
For a moment, Billy's perversely tempted to close his eyes and see whether he can sleep. But that's impossible with Dom looking at him quite so meltingly. "Want you to suck me," he says, "please."
Dom says nothing, just leans over Billy and licks the head of his cock, then blows gently on it. "More?" he asks.
"Yeah," Billy says, "more and harder."
"Spread 'em, then," Dom murmurs, pushing Billy's legs apart and kneeling between them. He strokes his hands up Billy's inner thighs until they're resting either side of the base of Billy's cock. "Since you asked so nicely..." Dom lowers his head and swallows Billy down deep in his throat.
Billy moans at the amazing feeling of Dom's mouth. He'd been expecting the teasing to go on much longer, but Dom's never been one for waiting. "Oh like that," he says, moans really, wishing he could touch Dom's head, at least.
A thrill zings through Dom at Billy's reaction. He lets Billy's cock slide out of his mouth, massaging it with his hand as he licks around Billy's balls and then carefully takes them in his mouth. Wanting more access, he sits up and pushes Billy's knees back and out, staring for a moment at how Billy looks, tied up and thoroughly exposed. Dom hums his appreciation.
Billy feels a bit like a butterfly, pinned in a case, but the sense memory of Dom's mouth on his cock and balls glows warmly. "Dom, more, please?" he says after a moment.
Dom grins. "You look fucking edible," he murmurs. Leaving his hands where they are, to keep Billy's legs out of the way, he bends again, licking Billy's balls, the inside of his thighs, the underside of his cock. He licks around and then down, pressing the tip of his tongue against Billy's perineum, relishing the moans of pleasure he's wringing out of Billy. His own cock is aching with need, and after he swipes his tongue along Billy's cleft, finds himself muttering. "Wanna fuck you, Bill."
If it weren't for Dom's mouth on him as punctuation to that statement, Billy would have instantly objected. As it is, he moans and pushes for more. "Dunno about that," he finally says, trying to be open-minded.
"I'll make it good for you," Dom murmurs in between licks to Billy's cock. He lets go of Billy's legs and crawls up his body, bending down to kiss Billy on the mouth. "I promise, please Bill. I'll untie you, just... god." Dom had no idea how much he wants this until he almost finds himself begging for it.
The last vestige of Billy's heterosexuality hovers over him. He licks his lips, reminding himself that Dom's fingers up his arse have been astonishingly sexy. "Ehm," he says, wavering between a certain nervousness -- Dom's cock is substantial -- and wanting to try it.
Dom can see Billy's hesitating, but he hasn't said no. "Okay, one step at a time," he says. "The moment you say stop, I'll stop." He kisses Billy again, long and slow. "Want me to untie you?"
"Yeah, undo the ties," Billy says, after a kiss that reminds him again of what Dom can do with his tongue. I'm not straight any more. He's not sure how he feels about that. But it's Dom.
Dom obliges, before leaning over to his bedside table and grabbing lube and a condom out of the drawer. He's shaking a little, excitement coiled in his chest and leaking from his cock. "Gonna prep you properly," Dom murmurs, thinking that letting Billy know exactly what he's doing will help him. He pumps a dollop of lube on to his fingertips and warms it before working his fingers into Billy's cleft and pressing gently into his hole, sucking on Billy's cock as he does so.
Leaning back, relaxing in a way that he couldn't with his arms tied up, Billy closes his eyes and wallows in the pleasure of Dom's mouth. "That's lovely," he says, petting Dom's head and shoulders, though he shudders a bit as Dom's finger pushes in.
"Mmm-hmm," Dom hums, pressing a second, and then a third finger into Billy and massaging his prostate.
"Oh," Billy says, feeling weirdly full and almost tickled from the inside.
Slowly, Dom lets Billy's cock slide from his mouth, but keeps gently pumping his fingers inside Billy. "Pass me a pillow, will you?" Billy does, and Dom has to take his fingers back in order to urge Billy to lift his hips so the pillow can go under them. Dom immediately starts finger-fucking Billy again, ripping open the condom packet with his teeth and rolling it on one-handed, a trick he perfected only after months of practice.
Billy misses Dom's mouth on his cock with an ache that's only partly about this being-fucked business. His own hand is a bit of a replacement, the familiar wank feeling offsetting the sound of Dom putting on the condom.
Dom carefully withdraws his fingers from Billy's arse and arranges Billy's legs over his shoulders. He slathers lube on to himself and then looks Billy in the eye. "Okay, try and relax," he murmurs, lining his cock up against Billy's hole. His stomach muscles are rigid with tension; he so wants Billy to enjoy this, but is half-terrified Billy will tell him to stop and he won't be able to.
Looking at Dom's dear and slightly distracted face is what makes it possible for Billy to lie there with his legs spread and hanging, the prospect of a cock up his arse, without either swearing or laughing. "Just do it," he says, one arm bracing against Dom's side.
"Here goes." Dom keeps his gaze locked with Billy as he gently presses against Billy's hole. Finally he feels the ring of muscle give and groans, hoping that Billy isn't going to change his mind.
It's objectively big, Dom's cock, and it feels enormous in Billy's arse. Billy takes a breath and tries to adjust to it. He looks down at his groin, sees how little of it is inside, and whimpers a bit. But the sight of Dom's cock pushing in a bit at a time is bloody hot.
Billy is panting, and his erection is flagging a little, but not completely -- and he hasn't said stop. Dom wraps his hand around Billy's cock and pumps it, all the time pressing slowly inside Billy. "Oh god, Bill, feels fucking amazing," he moans.
"Yeah," Billy says, breathing carefully, and then, "fuck, that's good," as Dom's hand pulls just right and Dom's cock nudges his prostate. "More lube now," he mutters, reaching for it himself.
Dom takes the lube and quickly smears it all over the exposed part of his cock. He's breathing hard. His lube-coated hand goes back to massaging Billy's cock, and so Dom pushes the rest of the way inside Billy. "There," he says, panting for breath. "Doing okay?"
"All right," Billy says, breathing again. Dom's hand is slip-sliding up and down Billy's cock and he concentrates on that for a bit.
Relief floods Dom's body. "Good," he says. "Good." He slowly withdraws until just the head of his cock is inside Billy, spreads yet more lube on himself and then pushes back in, trying to get a good angle for Billy.
It's easier now, and Billy starts moving a bit, pushing his cock up against Dom's hand and then, experimentally, his arse against Dom's cock. The noises Dom makes are fantastic, and Billy is willing to do nearly anything to hear more.
"Oh yeah," Dom moans, slowly starting to thrust. "Fuck, Billy, it's so good." He squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his head back and gasping with the effort as he focuses on keeping his thrusts slow and gentle, and not losing control.
Billy grins triumphantly to himself and moves again, rewarded by Dom's happy sexy noises. When Dom pulls out most of the way and pushes back past his prostate, he gets that feeling again, the quivery pleasure that's completely unlike anything else. "More of that?" he asks, "right there."
"Yeah, whatever you want," Dom says, opening his eyes and looking at Billy, delighted that it's all going so well. He tries to keep the angle the same, stroking the head of his cock over Billy's prostate as he pushes in and searching Billy's face for a response. "Like that?"
Grunting, Billy twists until it's just right, then he closes his eyes, and lies back a bit. "Yeah, there," he says, reassuring Dom as much as anything.
"Can I..." Dom bites his lip. "Can I go faster?" His self-control is worn right down to a thread, and is in danger of snapping at any second. Looking at Billy, looking at his own cock in Billy, feeling it... It's all too much.
"All right, yeah," Billy says. He wants to watch Dom come, watch his face and his body as he comes inside of Billy.
Dom drops forward on to his hands and lowers himself so they're chest-to-chest, Dom pressing his face into Billy's neck. He starts to rock into Billy; not thrusting hard, just a gentle, rhythmic pulsing of his hips. It's more than enough. "Fuck, I'm close," he mutters, gasping softly.
Feeling Dom is enough, right now, feeling Dom's body tremble and his moans run right through his skin and into Billy. "Go on then," Billy says fondly, arms and legs wrapping round Dom, wishing there was some way to get even closer.
"Oh god," Dom moans, his hips rocking helplessly, faster. He tries desperately not to thrust hard, terrified of hurting Billy, terrified that Billy will say 'stop'; terrified that he'll hurt Billy but Billy won't say stop, for him. Dom slides his arms under Billy's shoulders and clings to him, fingers digging in to Billy's muscles as finally, Dom tumbles into the abyss with a gasping sob that somewhere in it contains Billy's name.
Billy says, "Yeah," and, "good," and a number of other meaningless things that blokes say when they can't quite say "I love you." His arse is aching, but Dom, shuddering with pleasure in his arms, is what's important now.
Gradually Dom comes back to earth, panting for breath. He licks at the sweat on Billy's neck and finally pushes himself up on to his elbows to look Billy in the eye. "Fantastic," he says, finally mustering up enough muscle control to grin.
"Educational," Billy grins back, propping up a slightly wobbly Dom. "You were right, I didn't have to shift at all."
Dom laughs weakly. "Anyroad, Bill. You've still not come, and I think I owe you one."
"Don't have to," Billy says, "sleep's good too."
This won't do. Billy's just given him this huge thing, they can't just go to sleep now. Carefully, Dom pulls out and rolls off Billy with a groan. He quickly disposes of the condom and then turns back to Billy. "Your original request was, as I remember, for a blow job," Dom says, cupping Billy's face and kissing him.
Billy's arse feels a bit odd when he rolls on his side to watch Dom and catch his kiss as he comes back. Dom's mouth somehow communicates more than anyone's and Billy finds himself heating up again, what with Dom's gratitude and pleasure and pure lust.
"Wanna suck you off," Dom murmurs against Billy's mouth, slightly pleading. "Want your cock in my mouth, want to taste you when you come."
And then there's Dom's voice, so bloody sexy that it gets under Billy's skin and curls his toes. "Yeah," he says, loosening his hold on Dom's shoulder, "suck me, fast and hard, yeah." He's not sleepy any more.
Dom wriggles into position, pillowing his head on Billy's thigh and wrapping his hand round Billy's erection. "Love you," he murmurs, and takes Billy's cock in his mouth.
Not entirely sure what Dom was saying, Billy moans at what he's doing. "Yeah," he says, stroking Dom's hair, "that's fantastic."
Sucking hard, as Billy instructed, Dom hums a response, feeling Billy rocking his hips. He gently kneads Billy's arse cheek as he sucks, catching himself before automatically slipping his fingers into Billy's cleft. Probably not the best time for that.
It doesn't take much for Dom to rev Billy up, and soon he's in a pleasurable haze. "You're too fucking good at that," he tells Dom, "drive me mad."
Dom's entirely focused on pleasing Billy, now. He swallows Billy's cock, deep-throating him and wringing out wonderful sex-noises from Billy's throat, high gasping sounds that Dom loves.
No sense in holding back. Billy catches Dom's shoulder, gripping harder as he gets closer to coming, moaning "Oh fuck, oh God, so good..."
All Dom wants is more of those sounds. More of Billy losing himself in sex. He sucks hard, swallowing, bobbing his head and using his tongue, unable to stop himself humming with pleasure.
"Oh fuck!," Billy yells as he tips over the edge, Dom's tongue and mouth irresistibly pulling him into orgasm.
Dom stills, swallowing and swallowing as Billy comes down his throat. Gradually, Billy stills and Dom quickly wriggles up the bed, wanting to be close. "Hey," he says, forehead-to-forehead when Billy finally opens his eyes.
"Hey... that was fantastic," Billy answers, half-drunk with sex. "You should win a prize for that. First place at blowjobs, Dominic Monaghan!"
Dom laughs giddily. "What can I say? Me and my bad tongue." He kisses Billy. "Love you, Bill."
Billy's face goes hot. Does he love Dom that way or doesn't he?
Something's up. Billy's gone quiet, and he's not asleep. Dom tries kissing him again. "Have I robbed you of the power of speech with my brain-melting blow job?"
"Mhm umhum mhmhu," Billy answers, grateful for a way out. He pushes Dom onto his back and kisses him properly, saying with his mouth what he can't say in words.
This will do nicely in lieu of post-coital conversation. Dom snogs Billy back until they're both breathless and laughing. "Got you off your back then, finally," Dom points out when they come up for air.
"Thought you liked me there," Billy says, sure in his bones that there will be a next time and it will be better.
"If you're naked, I like you in basically any position you want to be in," Dom grins.
Billy hugs him and says, "Sleep now, ya sex addict."
"Mmm, yes sir," Dom says, snuggling up happily. Best way to fall asleep, Dom reckons: cuddled up to a naked, post-coital Scotsman.