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wonder_walldbc: Leather
Title: Leather
Recipient:wonder_walldbc
Author:silentdescant
Pairing: Billy/Dominic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dominic has a fetish, and Billy loves to cater to it.
Pre-reveal Notes: Warning for mild D/s, bondage, and um, leather.
Post-reveal Notes: Beta'd in record time by the lovelyimogen_star_dom and random_yayness.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
Dominic picked up the cuff tenderly, his hands almost resistant, like they didn't want to touch it. But he held the leather reverently, because he very much did want to touch it, he was just sort of afraid to. With gentle, slow movements, Dominic fastened the leather band around his wrist. At first it wouldn't buckle properly, and then it wouldn't sit right on his wrist. It felt weird, but still familiar. He could remember when it used to feel normal, that it did feel normal, but it didn't, now.
It was creased from when he'd put it in a suitcase or drawer or something, and then not put it on again afterward. Dominic rotated his hand, testing the feel, thinking it was a very good metaphor for his and Billy's relationship, lately.
Billy's flight would land in just under two hours, and Dominic wanted to fix things between them. He realized their relationship would never be the same; he and Billy were different people, now, and they couldn't go back to how they were, but they could make it good again. Even now that they had changed as people, Dominic hoped that together, they could get some of their old spark back.
***
Dominic held his arms out to Billy hesitantly; though he was entirely confident in his own desires, he was less sure that Billy reciprocated them. Billy kept his eyes down, fixed upon the black leather around Dominic's wrists, and reached out to touch the cuffs gently with his index fingers. His motions were slow, but not from uncertainty; he had recognized Dominic's need and was drawing this out accordingly, teasing him.
Billy stroked his fingertips over the roughened, worn leather several times, careful not to touch the bare skin of Dominic's arm. The air in the room seemed to thicken and the lights dimmed to Dominic's eyes, though logically, he was sure the room remained exactly the same as it had been before Billy almost-touched him.
Billy liked teasing Dominic this way, with maddeningly light, almost-but-not-quite touches, or at least, Dominic remembered him liking it before. He appeared to now, and Dominic was relatively sure that he would be able to recognize if Billy was merely acting for Dominic's benefit.
Finally, Billy let one finger slip beneath the cuff, dragging along the underside of Dominic's wrist, and Dominic's eyelids dropped closed. Billy repeated the motion with his other hand on Dominic's other arm, and they stayed that way for a moment, Billy's fingers caught between Dominic's skin and the leather. Dominic opened his eyes and found Billy staring at him with a soft, knowing smile.
"You want this?" Billy murmured quietly, the corners of his lips twisting upwards. He already knew the answer.
"Yes," Dominic replied, his voice clear and quite loud in the otherwise silent room. Though the air around them felt thick and damp, and Dominic had expected it to absorb any sounds they made, his answer seemed to echo sharply off the walls. He licked his lips and whispered, "Yes."
"Undress," Billy ordered. His tone was suddenly dismissive, and he stood up, turning away from Dominic and the bed. Dominic didn't wait to see where he was going, what he was doing; he kicked his shoes off and stood up, barefoot, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop to the floor, and then yanking his t-shirt over his head. He remained standing in his puddle of clothing, lifting his head at last to see where Billy had gone.
"On the bed," Billy continued without turning around. He was standing at Dominic's dresser, the top drawer unlocked and slid halfway open, with hands deep inside, searching.
Dominic bit his lip; he hadn't cleaned out that drawer in over a year, and during that time, it had accumulated a few more things than Billy remembered. He remained quiet, however, and sat back down on the edge of the mattress, scooting backwards on his hands and his arse until he felt the headboard at his shoulder.
Finally, having found what he was looking for, Billy turned around, his lips parted in a toothy, genuinely pleased smile. He knelt on the bed at Dominic's feet. "I was afraid you'd moved everything around," he admitted, the lines around his mouth deepening with his grin.
"I wouldn't," Dominic replied, shaking his head and smiling back. Billy's smile was contagious, it always had been.
"And you would've told me if you had," Billy added. "Wouldn't want me to look like an idiot, yeah?"
"Of course not." Dominic smiled widely, both at Billy's gentle teasing and at his own memories of how they used to be with each other. As much as they both tried, on occasion, to take things seriously, neither of them could entirely pull it off without cracking a joke or at least a teasing smirk. Dominic wiped the smile from his face, licking his lips again. "How do you want me?"
"On your back," Billy said, "arms and legs spread." He slid one hand down the top of Dominic's thigh, stopping at his knee. Dominic moved into position, his limbs stretching towards each corner of the bed. Billy glanced around and asked, "Dom, do you have rope?"
Dominic wrinkled his brow in thought, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to picture everything he had in his drawer. "Nothing in there?"
"Not that I saw," Billy said, shrugging. He looked embarrassed, which Dominic could understand. Nothing killed the mood like missing supplies. This particular mishap was Dominic's fault, though, and he sighed.
"No, then. Shit. Um..." Dominic turned his head toward the closet. "I have ties, if you want to--"
Billy smirked at him and pushed himself off the bed, leaving the things he'd found in the drawer on the mattress by Dominic's knees. "You and your fucking ties..." he muttered, shaking his head a bit.
"Yeah, well." Dominic decided not to push the matter and let Billy tease him, hoping that soon Billy would be teasing him in an altogether different way. He settled back against the soft blankets to wait while Billy chose four of Dominic's ties.
A few minutes later, Dominic was restrained properly, his wrists and ankles bound by matching leather cuffs, lashed to the bedposts with an array of colourful ties. Dominic remained perfectly still and obedient while Billy tightened the knots and tested the strength of the ties. Billy finished with a deliberately sharp tug on Dominic's left wrist, stretching his arms across the wide bed.
"All comfy?" he asked with a grin.
"More than," Dominic replied. He licked his lips.
"Not finished yet, love." Billy tapped Dominic's nose and turned away from the bed. Dominic craned his neck, but couldn't see over Billy's shoulder. When Billy came back, he was holding something in his fist, and he wouldn't show Dominic what it was. "Close your eyes," he said impishly.
Dominic closed his eyes tightly, his nose and forehead wrinkled with exaggerated effort. Billy dragged his knuckles down from Dominic's collarbone to his hips, and Dominic grinned. "What is it?"
Billy lifted his hand and Dominic almost opened his eyes, but then Billy wrapped his fingers tightly around Dominic's half-hard cock. Dominic let out a slow breath and released the tension in his neck, letting his head sink back into the downy pillow. Billy stroked him a few times, coaxing him to full hardness, and then Dominic felt the simple, leather cock ring buckle around him.
"Bill..." Dominic groaned, his eyelids fluttering open in surprise. He didn't think Billy had seen the cock ring in the drawer; it wasn't something they'd used very often, before, and Dominic was surprised that they were using it now, but it was a mostly pleasant surprise.
"Don't open your eyes yet," Billy murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Dominic's thigh. "I have something else for you. I brought this."
"You brought me someth--"
"Shh." Billy reached up and brushed his fingertips over Dominic's eyelids, closing them. "I think you'll like it," he continued. "I didn't know if you wanted... this, but...Well, I hoped."
Dominic obediently kept his eyes shut, adjusting his hips on the bed. He could feel the heat from Billy's body on his side and above him, but they weren't touching.
"It's not a blindfold, is it?" Dominic asked. "I want to see you."
Billy laughed quietly, his breath warm on Dominic's chest. "No, it's not. Quiet now, Dommeh."
"Did you get--"
"I got them. Hush."
Dominic settled back against the pillow, his lips twisted into a half-frown. He didn't mean to sound like he didn't trust Billy, or imply that Billy didn't know what he was doing, because he did, and Billy certainly did. Dominic was just impatient, and his cock was already aching just from the anticipation and Billy's maddening touches. And the cock ring, of course.
Billy moved his fingertips slowly over Dominic's chest again, teasing and drawing out the suspense. Finally, he brought his hands to Dominic's throat and traced a light circle around his neck. He followed it with a stiff band of leather and buckled it tightly. The metal buckle and the upper edge of the collar dug in to Dominic's skin a bit, and he gasped.
"I thought you'd enjoy this," Billy whispered.
"Yes..." Dominic breathed. The collar pressed on his Adam's apple when he swallowed, and his eyes danced behind his eyelids. "Yes, fuck."
"You can open your eyes, now."
Even though Dominic had been waiting for this permission, it took a moment before he could force his eyes open again. Billy was hovering above him, smiling, his green eyes alight with the same anticipation that was driving Dominic mad.
Billy leaned forward and kissed Dominic gently at the corner of his mouth, then moved away, and Dominic saw him feel for the things he'd left on the mattress. He let Dominic watch as he pulled on the kid-leather gloves and fasten the tiny button at each wrist. He had trouble with one, and he and Dominic both cracked a grin.
"I'd offer to help, but..." Dominic twisted both hands, tugging the two garish ties taut.
Billy playfully poked Dominic in the side and concentrated on forcing the button through the hole with clumsy, gloved fingers. "It's been a while," he said when he finally managed it.
Dominic nodded and lowered his gaze; their lengthy 'break' was mostly his own fault, he knew, and he regretted now that they'd lost some of what they'd had together. Billy slid a finger beneath his chin, the leather of the gloves smooth against Dominic's skin, and tilted his head up.
"Don't think about that, now," he murmured, bending low so his voice was rumbling in Dominic's ear. "Tell me what you want, Dommeh."
Dominic's eyes fell closed again and he arched his back, pushing his head back against the pillow. "I want you to touch me," he breathed.
Billy slid his hand firmly down to the centre of Dominic's chest and pressed down. With his other hand, he traced his leather-covered fingers over the ink on Dominic's shoulder, tracing over the tattooed letters and swirling gently around his biceps.
"Please," Dominic gasped. He tried to thrust his hips up, but the restraints around his ankles made the stretch difficult. Billy threw one leg over both of Dominic's, rising up on his knees to straddle him and pin him down to the bed at the same time. He was still wearing his clothes, and Dominic pushed his hips up uselessly into the air between them.
"Dom," Billy whispered, "Dom, Dommeh..." Holding himself up with one hand pressed against Dominic's shoulder, he ducked his head and closed his lips over Dominic's open mouth. Dominic momentarily forgot how to breathe through his nose, and he lost himself in Billy's kiss, making a muffled, satisfied noise deep in his throat.
"God, Bill," he said when they broke apart. He licked his already wet lips, and squirmed beneath Billy. "Billy, please... Please, touch me."
"Such a slut for a bit of leather, aren't you, Dommeh?"
Billy trailed his tongue across Dominic's throat, sliding along the collar. It restricted his breathing just enough to make his heart race, and he arched his back again, gasping and panting for breath. Billy's hands moved down to Dominic's thighs, which shuddered beneath the buttery-soft touch of the gloves, and his lips quickly followed, leaving a trail of wet kisses from Dominic's clavicle to his hipbones.
Dominic moaned his appreciation and shivered, unconsciously tugging at his bonds. Billy pressed his weight down on Dominic's legs, keeping his lower body still, and went to work on Dominic's thighs, gently petting and stroking, close to but never quite touching his cock.
"God," Dominic moaned. "Fuck, Billy, please."
He felt like he was about to explode, and Billy hadn't even properly touched him yet. Dominic looked down and stared at the top of Billy's head, at his nose pressed against Dominic's stomach as he mouthed things Dominic couldn't decipher against his skin. Billy tilted his head up to glance back at Dominic, his eyes still glittering with amusement. He nipped at the jut of Dominic's hipbone and finally slid a leather-gloved hand between Dominic's legs to cup his balls.
Dominic sucked in a breath, the collar pressing tight against his throat, and tried to keep still. Billy gave the crease of his thigh one last kiss and lifted his head, smirking up at Dominic. His fingers moved gently between his legs, slowly stroking him and letting him feel the silky softness of the leather.
"Please, please, please," Dominic mouthed, gasping for air. He turned his gaze to the ceiling, unable to watch Billy's mouth and hands on his skin any longer. It was still there, though, behind his eyelids every time he blinked, like an afterimage. His toes curled and he tried to wriggle around, desperate for some kind of friction, but unable to find it, trapped as he was.
"You want to come, Dommeh?" Billy asked, his accent thick with obvious desire.
Dominic nodded frantically, twisting his body in another attempt to rub against something. "Yes, yes, please, yes, Billy, please," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Grinning wickedly, Billy resettled on his knees between Dominic's spread legs, one hand on Dominic's left hip and the other grasping the base of Dominic's cock firmly. He bent over, leaning far enough to press another kiss to Dominic's stomach, and Dominic's breath caught in his throat. The collar felt unbelievably restricting as Billy took the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the slit.
"Oh, oh fuck, Bill, yes, ohmygod, please."
Billy gave him a few full strokes, his hand and the cock ring both keeping Dominic in check, before pulling off to whisper, "Come, then. I want you to come, Dommeh." He flicked his eyes up to Dominic's, bright green to hazy blue, and his lips twisted into a grin. Without even looking away, Billy undid the cock ring and tossed it to the mattress, bending low in one smooth motion and taking Dominic all the way into his mouth.
His hands, firm on Dominic's hips, kept Dominic from arching up off the bed, but Dominic craned his neck back, feeling the edge of the collar dig into his throat, and let loose a desperate, surprised cry.
It wasn't long before Dominic was coming, Billy's lips tight around his cock, and he swallowed around the head. Dominic's own mouth was open in a silent cry, a gasp for air, and he tugged helplessly at his restraints.
The next thing he knew Billy was stretched out above him, propped up on one elbow, and leaning in for a wet, bruising kiss. Dominic gave in completely, pliant and willing under Billy's hands and lips, and moaned his satisfied approval.
***
Dominic was curled on his side, snuggled half on top of Billy, with the blankets pulled up to their chins. Billy's fingertips were once again toying with the roughened edge of Dominic's wristcuffs, now detached from the bedposts, and it made Dominic think back to how the evening had begun. He reached on hand up and brushed his fingers through Billy's hair, ruffling it playfully.
"Sometimes I feel bad about my leather thing, y'know," he whispered. Neither of them were at all close to sleep, but the darkness seemed to demand a certain quietness.
"Hm?" Billy asked, turning his head to look Dominic in the eye. His expression was one of concern, and Dominic could practically see him gearing up for a lecture on not being ashamed of one's own desires. He smiled to set Billy at ease.
"I mean, I'm just always so concerned about animal rights and all that, so it just seems kind of... hypocritical, I guess. I dunno." Dominic shrugged and pressed his nose against Billy's bare shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of him. "But I love the collar, by the way."
"Call it a Christmas present," Billy murmured happily, petting Dominic's arm.
"I wanted to fix things between us. Do you think... Have we done that, do you think?"
"No," Billy replied. He sighed, and Dominic stilled, his cheek flush against Billy's skin. "No, Dom, I think it'll take more than just..." Billy paused to shrug, nudging his shoulder against Dominic's face. "...whatever this is. But I want to try. I'm glad you want to as well."
"Billy," he sighed. Dominic rubbed his nose back and forth, an Eskimo kiss on Billy's shoulder.
"Hm?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to... I just love you, still. You know that, right?" Dominic pushed himself up on one elbow, leaning back to meet Billy's questioning gaze.
Billy pulled him in again and pressed their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss. "I know. It's why I'm here tonight."
***
Recipient:
wonder_walldbcAuthor:
silentdescantPairing: Billy/Dominic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dominic has a fetish, and Billy loves to cater to it.
Pre-reveal Notes: Warning for mild D/s, bondage, and um, leather.
Post-reveal Notes: Beta'd in record time by the lovely
imogen_star_dom and random_yayness.Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
Dominic picked up the cuff tenderly, his hands almost resistant, like they didn't want to touch it. But he held the leather reverently, because he very much did want to touch it, he was just sort of afraid to. With gentle, slow movements, Dominic fastened the leather band around his wrist. At first it wouldn't buckle properly, and then it wouldn't sit right on his wrist. It felt weird, but still familiar. He could remember when it used to feel normal, that it did feel normal, but it didn't, now.
It was creased from when he'd put it in a suitcase or drawer or something, and then not put it on again afterward. Dominic rotated his hand, testing the feel, thinking it was a very good metaphor for his and Billy's relationship, lately.
Billy's flight would land in just under two hours, and Dominic wanted to fix things between them. He realized their relationship would never be the same; he and Billy were different people, now, and they couldn't go back to how they were, but they could make it good again. Even now that they had changed as people, Dominic hoped that together, they could get some of their old spark back.
***
Dominic held his arms out to Billy hesitantly; though he was entirely confident in his own desires, he was less sure that Billy reciprocated them. Billy kept his eyes down, fixed upon the black leather around Dominic's wrists, and reached out to touch the cuffs gently with his index fingers. His motions were slow, but not from uncertainty; he had recognized Dominic's need and was drawing this out accordingly, teasing him.
Billy stroked his fingertips over the roughened, worn leather several times, careful not to touch the bare skin of Dominic's arm. The air in the room seemed to thicken and the lights dimmed to Dominic's eyes, though logically, he was sure the room remained exactly the same as it had been before Billy almost-touched him.
Billy liked teasing Dominic this way, with maddeningly light, almost-but-not-quite touches, or at least, Dominic remembered him liking it before. He appeared to now, and Dominic was relatively sure that he would be able to recognize if Billy was merely acting for Dominic's benefit.
Finally, Billy let one finger slip beneath the cuff, dragging along the underside of Dominic's wrist, and Dominic's eyelids dropped closed. Billy repeated the motion with his other hand on Dominic's other arm, and they stayed that way for a moment, Billy's fingers caught between Dominic's skin and the leather. Dominic opened his eyes and found Billy staring at him with a soft, knowing smile.
"You want this?" Billy murmured quietly, the corners of his lips twisting upwards. He already knew the answer.
"Yes," Dominic replied, his voice clear and quite loud in the otherwise silent room. Though the air around them felt thick and damp, and Dominic had expected it to absorb any sounds they made, his answer seemed to echo sharply off the walls. He licked his lips and whispered, "Yes."
"Undress," Billy ordered. His tone was suddenly dismissive, and he stood up, turning away from Dominic and the bed. Dominic didn't wait to see where he was going, what he was doing; he kicked his shoes off and stood up, barefoot, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop to the floor, and then yanking his t-shirt over his head. He remained standing in his puddle of clothing, lifting his head at last to see where Billy had gone.
"On the bed," Billy continued without turning around. He was standing at Dominic's dresser, the top drawer unlocked and slid halfway open, with hands deep inside, searching.
Dominic bit his lip; he hadn't cleaned out that drawer in over a year, and during that time, it had accumulated a few more things than Billy remembered. He remained quiet, however, and sat back down on the edge of the mattress, scooting backwards on his hands and his arse until he felt the headboard at his shoulder.
Finally, having found what he was looking for, Billy turned around, his lips parted in a toothy, genuinely pleased smile. He knelt on the bed at Dominic's feet. "I was afraid you'd moved everything around," he admitted, the lines around his mouth deepening with his grin.
"I wouldn't," Dominic replied, shaking his head and smiling back. Billy's smile was contagious, it always had been.
"And you would've told me if you had," Billy added. "Wouldn't want me to look like an idiot, yeah?"
"Of course not." Dominic smiled widely, both at Billy's gentle teasing and at his own memories of how they used to be with each other. As much as they both tried, on occasion, to take things seriously, neither of them could entirely pull it off without cracking a joke or at least a teasing smirk. Dominic wiped the smile from his face, licking his lips again. "How do you want me?"
"On your back," Billy said, "arms and legs spread." He slid one hand down the top of Dominic's thigh, stopping at his knee. Dominic moved into position, his limbs stretching towards each corner of the bed. Billy glanced around and asked, "Dom, do you have rope?"
Dominic wrinkled his brow in thought, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to picture everything he had in his drawer. "Nothing in there?"
"Not that I saw," Billy said, shrugging. He looked embarrassed, which Dominic could understand. Nothing killed the mood like missing supplies. This particular mishap was Dominic's fault, though, and he sighed.
"No, then. Shit. Um..." Dominic turned his head toward the closet. "I have ties, if you want to--"
Billy smirked at him and pushed himself off the bed, leaving the things he'd found in the drawer on the mattress by Dominic's knees. "You and your fucking ties..." he muttered, shaking his head a bit.
"Yeah, well." Dominic decided not to push the matter and let Billy tease him, hoping that soon Billy would be teasing him in an altogether different way. He settled back against the soft blankets to wait while Billy chose four of Dominic's ties.
A few minutes later, Dominic was restrained properly, his wrists and ankles bound by matching leather cuffs, lashed to the bedposts with an array of colourful ties. Dominic remained perfectly still and obedient while Billy tightened the knots and tested the strength of the ties. Billy finished with a deliberately sharp tug on Dominic's left wrist, stretching his arms across the wide bed.
"All comfy?" he asked with a grin.
"More than," Dominic replied. He licked his lips.
"Not finished yet, love." Billy tapped Dominic's nose and turned away from the bed. Dominic craned his neck, but couldn't see over Billy's shoulder. When Billy came back, he was holding something in his fist, and he wouldn't show Dominic what it was. "Close your eyes," he said impishly.
Dominic closed his eyes tightly, his nose and forehead wrinkled with exaggerated effort. Billy dragged his knuckles down from Dominic's collarbone to his hips, and Dominic grinned. "What is it?"
Billy lifted his hand and Dominic almost opened his eyes, but then Billy wrapped his fingers tightly around Dominic's half-hard cock. Dominic let out a slow breath and released the tension in his neck, letting his head sink back into the downy pillow. Billy stroked him a few times, coaxing him to full hardness, and then Dominic felt the simple, leather cock ring buckle around him.
"Bill..." Dominic groaned, his eyelids fluttering open in surprise. He didn't think Billy had seen the cock ring in the drawer; it wasn't something they'd used very often, before, and Dominic was surprised that they were using it now, but it was a mostly pleasant surprise.
"Don't open your eyes yet," Billy murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Dominic's thigh. "I have something else for you. I brought this."
"You brought me someth--"
"Shh." Billy reached up and brushed his fingertips over Dominic's eyelids, closing them. "I think you'll like it," he continued. "I didn't know if you wanted... this, but...Well, I hoped."
Dominic obediently kept his eyes shut, adjusting his hips on the bed. He could feel the heat from Billy's body on his side and above him, but they weren't touching.
"It's not a blindfold, is it?" Dominic asked. "I want to see you."
Billy laughed quietly, his breath warm on Dominic's chest. "No, it's not. Quiet now, Dommeh."
"Did you get--"
"I got them. Hush."
Dominic settled back against the pillow, his lips twisted into a half-frown. He didn't mean to sound like he didn't trust Billy, or imply that Billy didn't know what he was doing, because he did, and Billy certainly did. Dominic was just impatient, and his cock was already aching just from the anticipation and Billy's maddening touches. And the cock ring, of course.
Billy moved his fingertips slowly over Dominic's chest again, teasing and drawing out the suspense. Finally, he brought his hands to Dominic's throat and traced a light circle around his neck. He followed it with a stiff band of leather and buckled it tightly. The metal buckle and the upper edge of the collar dug in to Dominic's skin a bit, and he gasped.
"I thought you'd enjoy this," Billy whispered.
"Yes..." Dominic breathed. The collar pressed on his Adam's apple when he swallowed, and his eyes danced behind his eyelids. "Yes, fuck."
"You can open your eyes, now."
Even though Dominic had been waiting for this permission, it took a moment before he could force his eyes open again. Billy was hovering above him, smiling, his green eyes alight with the same anticipation that was driving Dominic mad.
Billy leaned forward and kissed Dominic gently at the corner of his mouth, then moved away, and Dominic saw him feel for the things he'd left on the mattress. He let Dominic watch as he pulled on the kid-leather gloves and fasten the tiny button at each wrist. He had trouble with one, and he and Dominic both cracked a grin.
"I'd offer to help, but..." Dominic twisted both hands, tugging the two garish ties taut.
Billy playfully poked Dominic in the side and concentrated on forcing the button through the hole with clumsy, gloved fingers. "It's been a while," he said when he finally managed it.
Dominic nodded and lowered his gaze; their lengthy 'break' was mostly his own fault, he knew, and he regretted now that they'd lost some of what they'd had together. Billy slid a finger beneath his chin, the leather of the gloves smooth against Dominic's skin, and tilted his head up.
"Don't think about that, now," he murmured, bending low so his voice was rumbling in Dominic's ear. "Tell me what you want, Dommeh."
Dominic's eyes fell closed again and he arched his back, pushing his head back against the pillow. "I want you to touch me," he breathed.
Billy slid his hand firmly down to the centre of Dominic's chest and pressed down. With his other hand, he traced his leather-covered fingers over the ink on Dominic's shoulder, tracing over the tattooed letters and swirling gently around his biceps.
"Please," Dominic gasped. He tried to thrust his hips up, but the restraints around his ankles made the stretch difficult. Billy threw one leg over both of Dominic's, rising up on his knees to straddle him and pin him down to the bed at the same time. He was still wearing his clothes, and Dominic pushed his hips up uselessly into the air between them.
"Dom," Billy whispered, "Dom, Dommeh..." Holding himself up with one hand pressed against Dominic's shoulder, he ducked his head and closed his lips over Dominic's open mouth. Dominic momentarily forgot how to breathe through his nose, and he lost himself in Billy's kiss, making a muffled, satisfied noise deep in his throat.
"God, Bill," he said when they broke apart. He licked his already wet lips, and squirmed beneath Billy. "Billy, please... Please, touch me."
"Such a slut for a bit of leather, aren't you, Dommeh?"
Billy trailed his tongue across Dominic's throat, sliding along the collar. It restricted his breathing just enough to make his heart race, and he arched his back again, gasping and panting for breath. Billy's hands moved down to Dominic's thighs, which shuddered beneath the buttery-soft touch of the gloves, and his lips quickly followed, leaving a trail of wet kisses from Dominic's clavicle to his hipbones.
Dominic moaned his appreciation and shivered, unconsciously tugging at his bonds. Billy pressed his weight down on Dominic's legs, keeping his lower body still, and went to work on Dominic's thighs, gently petting and stroking, close to but never quite touching his cock.
"God," Dominic moaned. "Fuck, Billy, please."
He felt like he was about to explode, and Billy hadn't even properly touched him yet. Dominic looked down and stared at the top of Billy's head, at his nose pressed against Dominic's stomach as he mouthed things Dominic couldn't decipher against his skin. Billy tilted his head up to glance back at Dominic, his eyes still glittering with amusement. He nipped at the jut of Dominic's hipbone and finally slid a leather-gloved hand between Dominic's legs to cup his balls.
Dominic sucked in a breath, the collar pressing tight against his throat, and tried to keep still. Billy gave the crease of his thigh one last kiss and lifted his head, smirking up at Dominic. His fingers moved gently between his legs, slowly stroking him and letting him feel the silky softness of the leather.
"Please, please, please," Dominic mouthed, gasping for air. He turned his gaze to the ceiling, unable to watch Billy's mouth and hands on his skin any longer. It was still there, though, behind his eyelids every time he blinked, like an afterimage. His toes curled and he tried to wriggle around, desperate for some kind of friction, but unable to find it, trapped as he was.
"You want to come, Dommeh?" Billy asked, his accent thick with obvious desire.
Dominic nodded frantically, twisting his body in another attempt to rub against something. "Yes, yes, please, yes, Billy, please," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Grinning wickedly, Billy resettled on his knees between Dominic's spread legs, one hand on Dominic's left hip and the other grasping the base of Dominic's cock firmly. He bent over, leaning far enough to press another kiss to Dominic's stomach, and Dominic's breath caught in his throat. The collar felt unbelievably restricting as Billy took the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the slit.
"Oh, oh fuck, Bill, yes, ohmygod, please."
Billy gave him a few full strokes, his hand and the cock ring both keeping Dominic in check, before pulling off to whisper, "Come, then. I want you to come, Dommeh." He flicked his eyes up to Dominic's, bright green to hazy blue, and his lips twisted into a grin. Without even looking away, Billy undid the cock ring and tossed it to the mattress, bending low in one smooth motion and taking Dominic all the way into his mouth.
His hands, firm on Dominic's hips, kept Dominic from arching up off the bed, but Dominic craned his neck back, feeling the edge of the collar dig into his throat, and let loose a desperate, surprised cry.
It wasn't long before Dominic was coming, Billy's lips tight around his cock, and he swallowed around the head. Dominic's own mouth was open in a silent cry, a gasp for air, and he tugged helplessly at his restraints.
The next thing he knew Billy was stretched out above him, propped up on one elbow, and leaning in for a wet, bruising kiss. Dominic gave in completely, pliant and willing under Billy's hands and lips, and moaned his satisfied approval.
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Dominic was curled on his side, snuggled half on top of Billy, with the blankets pulled up to their chins. Billy's fingertips were once again toying with the roughened edge of Dominic's wristcuffs, now detached from the bedposts, and it made Dominic think back to how the evening had begun. He reached on hand up and brushed his fingers through Billy's hair, ruffling it playfully.
"Sometimes I feel bad about my leather thing, y'know," he whispered. Neither of them were at all close to sleep, but the darkness seemed to demand a certain quietness.
"Hm?" Billy asked, turning his head to look Dominic in the eye. His expression was one of concern, and Dominic could practically see him gearing up for a lecture on not being ashamed of one's own desires. He smiled to set Billy at ease.
"I mean, I'm just always so concerned about animal rights and all that, so it just seems kind of... hypocritical, I guess. I dunno." Dominic shrugged and pressed his nose against Billy's bare shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of him. "But I love the collar, by the way."
"Call it a Christmas present," Billy murmured happily, petting Dominic's arm.
"I wanted to fix things between us. Do you think... Have we done that, do you think?"
"No," Billy replied. He sighed, and Dominic stilled, his cheek flush against Billy's skin. "No, Dom, I think it'll take more than just..." Billy paused to shrug, nudging his shoulder against Dominic's face. "...whatever this is. But I want to try. I'm glad you want to as well."
"Billy," he sighed. Dominic rubbed his nose back and forth, an Eskimo kiss on Billy's shoulder.
"Hm?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to... I just love you, still. You know that, right?" Dominic pushed himself up on one elbow, leaning back to meet Billy's questioning gaze.
Billy pulled him in again and pressed their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss. "I know. It's why I'm here tonight."
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i have no idea who you are, but THANK YOU SO MUCH ♥
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yeah, that hit the spot nicely. *g*
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"Yes..." Dominic breathed. The collar pressed on his Adam's apple when he swallowed, and his eyes danced behind his eyelids. "Yes, fuck."
Ahhhhhhhhh.
Thank you!
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:::happy sigh:::
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Great piece, Thanks!
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