"Untwisting" (Dom/Billy, March 2000)
Title: Untwisting
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The first time Billy uses anything on Dom's arse but his hand, Dom's reaction comes as a surprise to both of them.
Disclaimer: Not true, we made it up.
Warnings: BDSM, rimming
Notes: The Push/Pull/Push universe began as a kinky AU to our Establishment RPG Billy/Rachel Weisz vanilla romance.. This is backstory, set in New Zealand.. Icon by kiltsandlollies.
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The first time Billy uses anything on Dom's arse but his hand, Dom's reaction comes as a surprise to both of them. Good thing we're at home, is Billy's first stunned thought, as it might have happened in the trailer on set, or a hotel, or someone's loo. Billy's hand still tingles where he holds the table tennis bat, though he supposes Dom's arse does more than tingle.
"What the fuck?!" is Dom's reaction, said reaction being yelled at the top of his voice. He turns to look at Billy, who's holding the bat as if he can't quite believe it's there.
Dom's voice is saying one thing, but his body's saying something completely different: instead of turning or pushing Billy away, Dom's arching his back, spreading his legs and offering his arse for more. Billy's heart thumps with astonishment and his cock twitches at the sight.
"Um." Dom says when Billy doesn't respond. "So, um." He can't quite believe what he's about to say. "Are you going to do it again?"
"Fuck yeah," Billy says, "yeah." He aims the flat head of the bat at Dom's other cheek, and swings, hard.
Dom yelps and then bites his lip. "You'd better be using the smooth side, I don't want loads of dimples in my bum," he says.
Everything's mixed up inside Billy, jumbled around as though he's been turned upside down and shaken. He'd picked up the bat from where it had been tossed after a game of table tennis, picked it up on a whim, used it when Dom'd been even more snarky than usual. It's turned into something else entirely, and there's a twisty feeling in Billy's chest.
"Well?" Dom says, sitting up and looking around. "Rough or smooth?" Billy's got an odd expression on his face that Dom can't read. "Hey, what's up?"
"Don't want to harm you," Billy says, "could do, if I hit a kidney or something."
"Then make sure you're aim's right," Dom says. He kisses Billy and murmurs against his mouth. "I trust you, I want this, if it gets too much I'll just say stop, okay?"
Dom's kiss is reassuring, reminding Billy who they are, how they are. Inside, Billy has to admit he wants it too. He wants to make Dom squeal and yelp, wants to watch Dom's arse go red, feel the heat coming from it, know what he's done to Dom. "Yeah, all right," he says, wrapping his arms round Dom, "you're a kinky bugger, I always knew it."
"Oh really?" Dom kisses him again and starts undoing Billy's shirt buttons. "I reckon you're just as kinky, and I want to see it. Want to see your cock perk up with excitement when you hit me." The buttons are undone now, and Dom starts in on Billy's jeans.
"I wasn't till I met you," Billy says, pulling off his socks. His body's definitely interested now: Dom's voice is like viagra, and Dom knows how to use it.
"Ah, so I've perverted you, have I?" Dom says. "Well, you've done the same to me, Bill, and I think I like it." He leans forward for another kiss: Billy's mouth is irresistible.
Billy loves kissing Dom, despite (no really, because) he never knows whether Dom will let him in willingly or fight to push his tongue into Billy's mouth. Today he's welcome in, and Dom's body is pressing up against his, all warm skin over lean muscle.
The kiss is glorious, but Dom's all pumped up with adrenaline and pretty soon he breaks it off. He picks up the bat and hands it to Billy. "Let's try it," he says, and turns around on all fours again.
Even Billy can't call that the least bit ambiguous: no doubt about Dom wanting it. Which makes it suddenly sexy as hell. He puts a hand on Dom's back and swings the bat as if he were playing table tennis, right against Dom's arse, feeling the shock of it run through Dom's body.
The sting makes Dom gasp, and he turns his head to the side to see Billy's cock twitching and growing. "Again," he growls, one hand on his own erection, stroking slowly.
That's called 'topping from the bottom,' but Billy finds it reassuring, even liberating. He swings and smacks Dom's right buttock, leaving a circle of white against the red. When Dom rides the blow and shoves his arse back out for more, Billy gives it to him on the other side.
"Talk to me Bill," Dom demands. The pain is fantastic, he's feeling so much, focused on it, emptying his mind. "Feels fucking sexy, wanna hear your voice."
"Erm," Billy's voice feels strangled. He says, "Fuck, Dom, you look so hot like this, taking it," as he aims another blow, harder, right to the middle of Dom's arse.
"God, feels amazing," Dom groans, a small grunt escaping each time Billy hits him. He wanks harder, faster. "Jesus, getting close," he mutters and another blow hits him square on the arse.
Dropping the bat with a clatter, Billy says, "No, don't.... " He takes a breath, looking at Dom's red and swollen arse. "I want," he licks his lips, "I want to fuck you," he bends down and trails his tongue down Dom's spine and into the crease between his cheeks, "like this." Billy's never done this to anyone, never wanted to, always shied away from the thought of his mouth in someone else's arse. But it's not just anyone: it's Dom, whose arse he's just beaten, who's somehow turned succulent and alluring.
"Oh god, Billy, fuck," Dom cries. The roughness of Billy's cheeks against the hot, sensitive skin of his arse juxtaposed with the exquisite sensation of Billy's soft, wet tongue makes Dom's body shudder and jerk. "Please," he moans, not even sure what he's pleading for. "Please, Billy."
Billy steadies Dom with a hand on his hip and moans against his skin, then slowly licks into Dom's puckered arsehole. None of it seems real, except that Dom's reaction is completely fucking perfect, and Billy wants it again, and more.
Dom's brain is overloaded with sensation, he's palming his cock hard and fast almost reflexively in response to what Billy's doing. "Gonna come, Bill, oh god!" His whole body tenses and shakes, the painpleasure in his arse and the surge of orgasm making him feel like his head is going to explode and he scrabbles desperately with his free hand on the sofa cushion.
Disappointed that it's over so fast, Billy's also a bit triumphant that he can make Dom come undone like this. He holds Dom until the thrashing dies down and then moves up next to him, murmuring, "Fuck, Dom, you are a sexy beast."
"Aye, that I am," Dom says in a terrible imitation of a Scottish accent, high on endorphins and afterglow. "And you're a sexy wee beastie too, Billy Boyd." He giggles.
Billy snorts and punches Dom in the arm. Then he smirks and reaches down to smack Dom on the arse. "That's for calling me 'wee'," he says.
"Ow, fucking hell!" Dom yells. "That was unfair! I was only using the vernacular!"
"Vernacular my arse," Billy says, but his hand's stroking gently now. "Does it truly hurt? Should I get something, aloe or something?"
"It hurts now," Dom whines. "But I'm sure I can think of a way to forget about it."
"Ice? Shall I get some ice?" Billy asks, worried at Dom's tone.
"Ha!" Dom says, laughing. "I was thinking more about sucking your cock, actually."
"Wanker," Billy answers, half annoyed and half pleased. He puts his arms behind his head, pushes his hips so his cock presses against Dom's thigh, and says, "Do play on."
Dom wriggles into position, hissing a little as his arse rubs against the fabric of the sofa. He wraps his hand around Billy's cock, massaging it, pushing the foreskin back and forth over the head before lowering his mouth and licking.
Leaning back, Billy moans, "Ahhhh, yeah, so fucking good." Dom's blowjobs are the best Billy's ever had, enthusiastic and inventive.
Slowly, Dom slides his mouth down Billy's shaft until the head is bumping against the back of his throat. He swallows, and Billy moans. Dom starts bobbing his head, administering the most expert blowjob he's capable of, just wanting to make Billy feel good.
Billy can't keep still, he reaches down to touch Dom's hair and neck as Dom's engulfing mouth sends waves of pleasure through him. His hips want to slam right up into Dom's mouth, but he's done enough today, so he keeps to a gentle rock. He knows he'll not last long, not with Dom's mouth pulling him in and the scorching memory of Dom's arse, beaten and quivering, opening for Billy's mouth.
Dom's tongue and mouth work on Billy's cock and his hand strokes Billy's balls, massaging Billy's perineum, loving every moan and shiver he's wrenching out of Billy's body. He wants to say I love you, but there's no way he's going to say it with words, not yet, anyway. So he lets his mouth and hands say it instead.
"Jesus fuck, Dom, that's amazing..." Billy gasps as he comes, the shapes behind his eyelids going like fireworks in the dark.
Dom can't help feeling more than a little smug as Billy comes down his throat, gasping and shuddering. Dom sucks him gently through it before letting Billy's cock slip from his mouth and crawls up to hold him, wanting to be close. He ignores the sting from his bum as it's jammed up against the back of the couch, and cuddles Billy's sweaty, panting body.
"Well," Billy says eventually, against Dom's shoulder, "that was bloody spectacular." He notices a certain stickiness on the couch beneath his hip, but decides not to move.
"I specialise in spectacular," Dom says. And then, "Ow."
This time, Billy won't let Dom put him off. "Ice," he says, pushing off the couch. "And paracetamol and towels."
"Lotion," Dom says, rolling on to his front. "There's some in the bathroom. Nice, cool lotion for my poor bum."
"That too," Billy says over his shoulder, heading for the fridge. He wants to keep the bruising down, or Dom will whinge about it for days. Like the bloody splinter. He gathers supplies, stops in the loo for the lotion and towels, and pads back to the couch, putting a cold lager into Dom's hand. "General anesthetic," he says.
"Good man," Dom says, opening the bottle and taking a long glug. He sighs long and dramatically as Billy starts to gently rub lotion on to his sore bum. "God, I'm in paradise."
Despite the attraction of Dom's lovely arse, Billy pulls his hands away regretfully: he's quite aware of how to treat bruising. He hands Dom the paracetamol, and waits while he swallows the pills. Then, wrapping the towel round the ice pack, he says, "You won't like this," and places it gently on Dom's arse.
"Fuck, that's cold!" Dom yelps. He takes a long swig of beer. "The whole pain thing was great, but I'm all of a sudden not sure it was worth it."
Billy can't say much to that, because the whole pain thing seems very odd, but he rubs along Dom's back where the muscles are all knotted up, and says, "Eight hours on Monday in a bicycle seat. I'm going to take care of you, whether you like it or not, because I'm the one who'll have to listen to you whinge about your arse!"
"Mmm, but it'll remind you about how much fun you had hurting my arse," Dom says, looking over his shoulder at Billy.
Dom seems to be taking this all very lightly. Billy's hands stop on Dom's back as he gets that twisty feeling again. "Was that..." he mumbles, trying find the words, "I did, I liked watching you take it, fucking hot to do that to you." Remembering it makes his heart thump in his chest and his cock feel like it would be hard again if it ever could do so soon. So he smirks at Dom and says, "I'll never think of table tennis the same way again."
"Glad to be of service," Dom grins, pleased that Billy's actually said out loud that he liked it. "We should try it again sometime. Maybe with something else, something more, um... designed for purpose, what do you think?"
Kneeling up by the couch, Billy digs his fingers into Dom's spine, smiling at the happy noises he's getting from that. "I am not going into the kinky sex shops of Wellington with you, not a chance," Billy can imagine the epic piss-taking that would happen, and it makes him tired just to think of it.
"Well then I'll just have to go alone and surprise you with something." Just the thought of presenting Billy with a kinky, sexy gift has his cock stirring, and Billy's incredibly sensual massage only helps it along.
Pushing up between Dom's shoulder blades, Billy just hums a bit. Dom's back is as sexy as the rest of him, but the muscles get all knotted unless he's been doing that yoga. "Not too soon," Billy finally answers. "Can't have you limping into work every morning. Save it for special occasions."
"Can't stop me looking. Or shopping," Dom huffs. He's semi-hard now, and rubs his cock against the sofa a little. "And you're doing well there, you're going to have to suck me off in a bit, you realise."
"If you ask very very nicely, I might oblige," Billy runs his hand down Dom's side and slides it under his belly. A wave of fierce protectiveness washes over him, imagining Dom being hurt by anyone else. "Have you done that before," he asks, "or just the spanking?"
"God, no," Dom says, shifting a little to give Billy better access. "Before I met you, I couldn't imagine even spanking, dunno why." He frowns. "I mean, dunno why it's okay with you, but it is." The frown turns to a grin as Dom meet's Billy's gaze.
"Because I am a Sex God," Billy grins back, feeling considerably untwisted and actually quite chuffed.
"You certainly are," Dom acknowledges, wriggling closer to Billy's rather promising hand.
Billy ghosts his other hand across Dom's arse and watches him shiver. "Greedy bugger," he says affectionately.
"I am. Now stop whetting my appetite and get your mouth on my cock," Dom says, turning on his back and sighing as Billy goes to work.
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The first time Billy uses anything on Dom's arse but his hand, Dom's reaction comes as a surprise to both of them.
Disclaimer: Not true, we made it up.
Warnings: BDSM, rimming
Notes: The Push/Pull/Push universe began as a kinky AU to our Establishment RPG Billy/Rachel Weisz vanilla romance.. This is backstory, set in New Zealand.. Icon by kiltsandlollies.
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The first time Billy uses anything on Dom's arse but his hand, Dom's reaction comes as a surprise to both of them. Good thing we're at home, is Billy's first stunned thought, as it might have happened in the trailer on set, or a hotel, or someone's loo. Billy's hand still tingles where he holds the table tennis bat, though he supposes Dom's arse does more than tingle.
"What the fuck?!" is Dom's reaction, said reaction being yelled at the top of his voice. He turns to look at Billy, who's holding the bat as if he can't quite believe it's there.
Dom's voice is saying one thing, but his body's saying something completely different: instead of turning or pushing Billy away, Dom's arching his back, spreading his legs and offering his arse for more. Billy's heart thumps with astonishment and his cock twitches at the sight.
"Um." Dom says when Billy doesn't respond. "So, um." He can't quite believe what he's about to say. "Are you going to do it again?"
"Fuck yeah," Billy says, "yeah." He aims the flat head of the bat at Dom's other cheek, and swings, hard.
Dom yelps and then bites his lip. "You'd better be using the smooth side, I don't want loads of dimples in my bum," he says.
Everything's mixed up inside Billy, jumbled around as though he's been turned upside down and shaken. He'd picked up the bat from where it had been tossed after a game of table tennis, picked it up on a whim, used it when Dom'd been even more snarky than usual. It's turned into something else entirely, and there's a twisty feeling in Billy's chest.
"Well?" Dom says, sitting up and looking around. "Rough or smooth?" Billy's got an odd expression on his face that Dom can't read. "Hey, what's up?"
"Don't want to harm you," Billy says, "could do, if I hit a kidney or something."
"Then make sure you're aim's right," Dom says. He kisses Billy and murmurs against his mouth. "I trust you, I want this, if it gets too much I'll just say stop, okay?"
Dom's kiss is reassuring, reminding Billy who they are, how they are. Inside, Billy has to admit he wants it too. He wants to make Dom squeal and yelp, wants to watch Dom's arse go red, feel the heat coming from it, know what he's done to Dom. "Yeah, all right," he says, wrapping his arms round Dom, "you're a kinky bugger, I always knew it."
"Oh really?" Dom kisses him again and starts undoing Billy's shirt buttons. "I reckon you're just as kinky, and I want to see it. Want to see your cock perk up with excitement when you hit me." The buttons are undone now, and Dom starts in on Billy's jeans.
"I wasn't till I met you," Billy says, pulling off his socks. His body's definitely interested now: Dom's voice is like viagra, and Dom knows how to use it.
"Ah, so I've perverted you, have I?" Dom says. "Well, you've done the same to me, Bill, and I think I like it." He leans forward for another kiss: Billy's mouth is irresistible.
Billy loves kissing Dom, despite (no really, because) he never knows whether Dom will let him in willingly or fight to push his tongue into Billy's mouth. Today he's welcome in, and Dom's body is pressing up against his, all warm skin over lean muscle.
The kiss is glorious, but Dom's all pumped up with adrenaline and pretty soon he breaks it off. He picks up the bat and hands it to Billy. "Let's try it," he says, and turns around on all fours again.
Even Billy can't call that the least bit ambiguous: no doubt about Dom wanting it. Which makes it suddenly sexy as hell. He puts a hand on Dom's back and swings the bat as if he were playing table tennis, right against Dom's arse, feeling the shock of it run through Dom's body.
The sting makes Dom gasp, and he turns his head to the side to see Billy's cock twitching and growing. "Again," he growls, one hand on his own erection, stroking slowly.
That's called 'topping from the bottom,' but Billy finds it reassuring, even liberating. He swings and smacks Dom's right buttock, leaving a circle of white against the red. When Dom rides the blow and shoves his arse back out for more, Billy gives it to him on the other side.
"Talk to me Bill," Dom demands. The pain is fantastic, he's feeling so much, focused on it, emptying his mind. "Feels fucking sexy, wanna hear your voice."
"Erm," Billy's voice feels strangled. He says, "Fuck, Dom, you look so hot like this, taking it," as he aims another blow, harder, right to the middle of Dom's arse.
"God, feels amazing," Dom groans, a small grunt escaping each time Billy hits him. He wanks harder, faster. "Jesus, getting close," he mutters and another blow hits him square on the arse.
Dropping the bat with a clatter, Billy says, "No, don't.... " He takes a breath, looking at Dom's red and swollen arse. "I want," he licks his lips, "I want to fuck you," he bends down and trails his tongue down Dom's spine and into the crease between his cheeks, "like this." Billy's never done this to anyone, never wanted to, always shied away from the thought of his mouth in someone else's arse. But it's not just anyone: it's Dom, whose arse he's just beaten, who's somehow turned succulent and alluring.
"Oh god, Billy, fuck," Dom cries. The roughness of Billy's cheeks against the hot, sensitive skin of his arse juxtaposed with the exquisite sensation of Billy's soft, wet tongue makes Dom's body shudder and jerk. "Please," he moans, not even sure what he's pleading for. "Please, Billy."
Billy steadies Dom with a hand on his hip and moans against his skin, then slowly licks into Dom's puckered arsehole. None of it seems real, except that Dom's reaction is completely fucking perfect, and Billy wants it again, and more.
Dom's brain is overloaded with sensation, he's palming his cock hard and fast almost reflexively in response to what Billy's doing. "Gonna come, Bill, oh god!" His whole body tenses and shakes, the painpleasure in his arse and the surge of orgasm making him feel like his head is going to explode and he scrabbles desperately with his free hand on the sofa cushion.
Disappointed that it's over so fast, Billy's also a bit triumphant that he can make Dom come undone like this. He holds Dom until the thrashing dies down and then moves up next to him, murmuring, "Fuck, Dom, you are a sexy beast."
"Aye, that I am," Dom says in a terrible imitation of a Scottish accent, high on endorphins and afterglow. "And you're a sexy wee beastie too, Billy Boyd." He giggles.
Billy snorts and punches Dom in the arm. Then he smirks and reaches down to smack Dom on the arse. "That's for calling me 'wee'," he says.
"Ow, fucking hell!" Dom yells. "That was unfair! I was only using the vernacular!"
"Vernacular my arse," Billy says, but his hand's stroking gently now. "Does it truly hurt? Should I get something, aloe or something?"
"It hurts now," Dom whines. "But I'm sure I can think of a way to forget about it."
"Ice? Shall I get some ice?" Billy asks, worried at Dom's tone.
"Ha!" Dom says, laughing. "I was thinking more about sucking your cock, actually."
"Wanker," Billy answers, half annoyed and half pleased. He puts his arms behind his head, pushes his hips so his cock presses against Dom's thigh, and says, "Do play on."
Dom wriggles into position, hissing a little as his arse rubs against the fabric of the sofa. He wraps his hand around Billy's cock, massaging it, pushing the foreskin back and forth over the head before lowering his mouth and licking.
Leaning back, Billy moans, "Ahhhh, yeah, so fucking good." Dom's blowjobs are the best Billy's ever had, enthusiastic and inventive.
Slowly, Dom slides his mouth down Billy's shaft until the head is bumping against the back of his throat. He swallows, and Billy moans. Dom starts bobbing his head, administering the most expert blowjob he's capable of, just wanting to make Billy feel good.
Billy can't keep still, he reaches down to touch Dom's hair and neck as Dom's engulfing mouth sends waves of pleasure through him. His hips want to slam right up into Dom's mouth, but he's done enough today, so he keeps to a gentle rock. He knows he'll not last long, not with Dom's mouth pulling him in and the scorching memory of Dom's arse, beaten and quivering, opening for Billy's mouth.
Dom's tongue and mouth work on Billy's cock and his hand strokes Billy's balls, massaging Billy's perineum, loving every moan and shiver he's wrenching out of Billy's body. He wants to say I love you, but there's no way he's going to say it with words, not yet, anyway. So he lets his mouth and hands say it instead.
"Jesus fuck, Dom, that's amazing..." Billy gasps as he comes, the shapes behind his eyelids going like fireworks in the dark.
Dom can't help feeling more than a little smug as Billy comes down his throat, gasping and shuddering. Dom sucks him gently through it before letting Billy's cock slip from his mouth and crawls up to hold him, wanting to be close. He ignores the sting from his bum as it's jammed up against the back of the couch, and cuddles Billy's sweaty, panting body.
"Well," Billy says eventually, against Dom's shoulder, "that was bloody spectacular." He notices a certain stickiness on the couch beneath his hip, but decides not to move.
"I specialise in spectacular," Dom says. And then, "Ow."
This time, Billy won't let Dom put him off. "Ice," he says, pushing off the couch. "And paracetamol and towels."
"Lotion," Dom says, rolling on to his front. "There's some in the bathroom. Nice, cool lotion for my poor bum."
"That too," Billy says over his shoulder, heading for the fridge. He wants to keep the bruising down, or Dom will whinge about it for days. Like the bloody splinter. He gathers supplies, stops in the loo for the lotion and towels, and pads back to the couch, putting a cold lager into Dom's hand. "General anesthetic," he says.
"Good man," Dom says, opening the bottle and taking a long glug. He sighs long and dramatically as Billy starts to gently rub lotion on to his sore bum. "God, I'm in paradise."
Despite the attraction of Dom's lovely arse, Billy pulls his hands away regretfully: he's quite aware of how to treat bruising. He hands Dom the paracetamol, and waits while he swallows the pills. Then, wrapping the towel round the ice pack, he says, "You won't like this," and places it gently on Dom's arse.
"Fuck, that's cold!" Dom yelps. He takes a long swig of beer. "The whole pain thing was great, but I'm all of a sudden not sure it was worth it."
Billy can't say much to that, because the whole pain thing seems very odd, but he rubs along Dom's back where the muscles are all knotted up, and says, "Eight hours on Monday in a bicycle seat. I'm going to take care of you, whether you like it or not, because I'm the one who'll have to listen to you whinge about your arse!"
"Mmm, but it'll remind you about how much fun you had hurting my arse," Dom says, looking over his shoulder at Billy.
Dom seems to be taking this all very lightly. Billy's hands stop on Dom's back as he gets that twisty feeling again. "Was that..." he mumbles, trying find the words, "I did, I liked watching you take it, fucking hot to do that to you." Remembering it makes his heart thump in his chest and his cock feel like it would be hard again if it ever could do so soon. So he smirks at Dom and says, "I'll never think of table tennis the same way again."
"Glad to be of service," Dom grins, pleased that Billy's actually said out loud that he liked it. "We should try it again sometime. Maybe with something else, something more, um... designed for purpose, what do you think?"
Kneeling up by the couch, Billy digs his fingers into Dom's spine, smiling at the happy noises he's getting from that. "I am not going into the kinky sex shops of Wellington with you, not a chance," Billy can imagine the epic piss-taking that would happen, and it makes him tired just to think of it.
"Well then I'll just have to go alone and surprise you with something." Just the thought of presenting Billy with a kinky, sexy gift has his cock stirring, and Billy's incredibly sensual massage only helps it along.
Pushing up between Dom's shoulder blades, Billy just hums a bit. Dom's back is as sexy as the rest of him, but the muscles get all knotted unless he's been doing that yoga. "Not too soon," Billy finally answers. "Can't have you limping into work every morning. Save it for special occasions."
"Can't stop me looking. Or shopping," Dom huffs. He's semi-hard now, and rubs his cock against the sofa a little. "And you're doing well there, you're going to have to suck me off in a bit, you realise."
"If you ask very very nicely, I might oblige," Billy runs his hand down Dom's side and slides it under his belly. A wave of fierce protectiveness washes over him, imagining Dom being hurt by anyone else. "Have you done that before," he asks, "or just the spanking?"
"God, no," Dom says, shifting a little to give Billy better access. "Before I met you, I couldn't imagine even spanking, dunno why." He frowns. "I mean, dunno why it's okay with you, but it is." The frown turns to a grin as Dom meet's Billy's gaze.
"Because I am a Sex God," Billy grins back, feeling considerably untwisted and actually quite chuffed.
"You certainly are," Dom acknowledges, wriggling closer to Billy's rather promising hand.
Billy ghosts his other hand across Dom's arse and watches him shiver. "Greedy bugger," he says affectionately.
"I am. Now stop whetting my appetite and get your mouth on my cock," Dom says, turning on his back and sighing as Billy goes to work.