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Lust
Another fic from this series, which I've decided to call Life.
Again they have no real connection to each other.
Title: Lust
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merryscott
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R ... NC-17 ... XXX ... naughty, naughty activities with a distinct lack of plot.
Disclaimer: F-I-C-T-I-O-N ... look it up.
Note: This is naughty, naughty stuff. I write fluff and humor and have avoided writing sex like the plague, but this mental image just popped in my head when I read the word "lust" in the lyrics and it wouldn't leave until I wrote it. I've never been so nervous about a fic before. Now I just have to get the courage to press "post", which I apparently did if you're reading this. *nervous giggles*
Billy walks through the house, drying his wet hair with a towel. His chest and back are still damp; lines of water, having dripped from his hair, gliding slowly down the bare skin before being absorbed by the denim covering his hips. His bare feet make no noise and he finds Dom in the den, unaware of his presence.
Billy watches in silence from the doorway as Dom stands in front of the stereo, remote in hand, clicking through radio stations. His shirt’s almost obscenely too tight and Billy can see muscles in his back and arms flex with every movement he makes. His jeans, on the other hand, are loose and hanging low on his hips and Billy knows the denim is caressing Dom's skin, nothing beneath them.
As Billy watches Dom bend down to look through the CD rack, he realizes his own jeans have become less than roomy, slightly uncomfortable and he reaches down to adjust his hardened cock before crossing silently to Dom.
As Billy’s hands settle on his hips, Dom jumps slightly, before straightening up and settling back against Billy, letting the warmth of Billy's freshly showered skin seep through his shirt into his own skin. He grins as Billy presses the hard ridge of his erection against Dom’s arse.
Billy slides his fingers under the hem of Dom’s shirt and slowly slides his hands up his sides, around his waist, pulling him closer. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply as Dom slowly rolls his hips, pressing back against him.
Dom shivers as Billy's hands, fingers splayed, roam up his chest and a small grunt escapes him when Billy's fingers slide softly over his nipples. He closes his eyes and lets his head roll limply back onto Billy's shoulder as fingers delicately pinch and roll his nipples.
Billy wraps his arms around Dom's chest and whispers against his ear. "On your knees." He places a kiss just behind and below Dom's ear as they sink down slowly. Dom tries to turn and face him, but Billy tightens his grip around Dom's chest with one arm as his free hand draws slow, languid circles over his skin. He places a trail of small kisses down Dom's neck from ear to collar.
"Off." Billy whispers just the one word, but Dom understands and obediently raises his arms and turns his head. Billy tugs the shirt over Dom's head and tosses it to the side, wrapping one arm around his chest again. The other hand settles into Dom's hair, fingers clenching in the strands, gently pulling and fully exposing the side of Dom's neck. Billy slowly glides his mouth, teeth and tongue grazing skin, down Dom's throat and over to his shoulder, aching when he hears Dom breathe his name.
"Billy ...” Dom’s voice is pleading, but the rest of the thought is lost as he reaches back and clutches Billy's hip, holding Billy against him.
Billy rocks his hips, letting the friction of denim on denim vibrate through his cock. He sucks and nips at every inch of Dom’s neck and shoulder, every inch of skin his mouth can reach. Dom moves with him, against him, until Billy’s short nails are digging into Dom’s chest and oh God he has to stop right now before he comes, still dressed in his jeans. He quickly lets go of Dom's hair, pulls his arm away from around his chest and grabs Dom's hips, stilling him. "Stop." His voice is breathless but forceful and he pulls away slightly, resting his head between Dom's shoulder blades. "Fuck. You see what you do to me Dom?"
Dom doesn't answer, knows it isn't required. He slowly rubs a palm over his own erection, still straining against his jeans, and can't help but smirk at the knowledge that he's done this to Billy. He's the one who has Billy in such a state. He's the one who has Billy wanting and needing and on the fucking edge.
Billy thinks of very non-Dom things and does math in his head, all in hopes of calming down and regaining some strand of control. Something works and now his breathing isn’t quite so ragged and he’s beginning to feel a bit more control once again.
Billy slides his arms around Dom's waist and quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans, before sliding his hands over to his hips and pulling Dom flush against him once again.
Dom closes his eyes as Billy’s mouth glides down his neck and over his shoulder, Billy’s warm breath moistening his skin. He moans when Billy's fingers slide beneath the loose denim covering his hips, his hands sliding around, meeting below his navel, before delving down.
Billy wraps a hand around Dom's cock, sliding up and down in long smooth strokes, his other hand pressing flat, just above Dom’s cock. He holds a writhing, pulsing Dom tight, closing his eyes and losing himself in the delicious gasps and moans escaping Dom’s mouth.
Billy’s hand wrapped around him has never felt so fucking good. His jeans slip farther down his hips, down to his thighs and Billy’s rubbing his rough, denim-clad cock against the bare, sensitive skin of his arse and it’s just too much. He wants it to end, but he wants it to last forever and he tries to beg and plead, but he isn’t sure exactly what he’s begging and pleading for when the words pass over his lips.
He knows Dom is close, knows Dom's incoherent whimpers are meant to be pleas for him to slow down, knows they’re actually pleas for him to keep going, not stop, never stop. He knows all these things because he knows Dom, loves Dom, and he’s glad Dom doesn’t really want him to stop. He’s glad Dom wants him to keep going, because he’s pretty sure there is nothing in this world or even beyond that could still his hand now. He nips at Dom’s earlobe, letting his mouth hover as he whispers. “Come for me Dom. I want to hear you, want to watch you.”
Dom's lost in the sensation of Billy's hand on his cock when he feels Billy’s lips brushing the shell of his ear, his breath ghosting past the sensitive skin, and that is Dom’s undoing. His breath catches and his body goes rigid. "Billy. Oh fuck. Bill.” The words scrabbling up
Billy feels Dom’s body go rigid against him, feels the words bubbling up in Dom’s chest and groans at the sound of his name on Dom’s lips as warmth splashes over his fingers. He supports Dom, feeling him slowly relax against him as his body calms, only trembling slightly with the last few slow, lazy strokes of Billy’s hand.
Dom doesn't move, just breathes deeply and tries to clear his head, letting coherent thought return slowly. He realizes he is leaning, all but laying on Billy and struggles back up, feeling Billy's fingers slide around and off his hips, leaving a moist trail. He pulls his jeans back up onto his hips, not bothering to button them and turns around. The scene that greets him is pleasant.
Billy is stretched out on his back, one arm resting behind his head, his arousal evident beneath the denim under his slow-moving palm. He watches Dom grab his shirt and quickly clean himself up, then turn and crawl to him, staying silent and still as Dom's nimble fingers pop the buttons on his jeans, before reaching up and hooking his fingers in the waist.
Billy lifts his hips before he’s asked and Dom slips the jeans down and off, before settling on his stomach between Billy's spread thighs. He places soft teasing kisses over Billy's thighs and hips, purposefully avoiding his cock.
Billy pulls up onto his elbows. "Dominic." It’s meant to be a warning, but his voice is more pleading than threatening and Dom grins up at him, before running his tongue up his cock in one long, slow lick from base to tip. He buries his fingers in Dom’s hair, giving a firm tug on the strands in response to Dom’s teasing manner. Dom takes the hint and smiles before licking his lips and lowering his head.
Billy watches as his length slowly slips between warm, moist lips into the wet heat of Dom’s mouth until he can feel himself against Dom’s throat. “Fuck.” The word is a hiss on an already labored breath of air.
He watches Dom wrap a hand around the base of his cock, working into the rhythm his mouth has already set. The mixture of long slim fingers, rough hot tongue and soft warm lips has Billy gasping, moaning and bucking, but when Dom’s eyes flash up and lock onto his own, the tiny thread of control he had is gone. "Dom ... fuck ... I'm ...” The words are a growl, crawling their way out of his throat as he comes.
Dom swallows and pulls back, smiling up at him as he gives two more smooth strokes, coaxing the last drops from Billy's cock and his smile is mischievous and naughty just before he drops his head down and catches them on the tip of his tongue.
Billy’s positive it’s the most erotic and the most beautiful thing he will ever witness in his life. He watches Dom crawl to him and reaches out an arm. He pulls Dom closer and notices one small, pearly drop on Dom's lower lip.
Dom feels Billy's tongue glide over his bottom lip slowly before they both settle down to the floor, Dom snuggling close at Billy's side.
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fellow_shippers, monaboyd and my journal.
Again they have no real connection to each other.
Title: Lust
Author:
merryscottPairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R ... NC-17 ... XXX ... naughty, naughty activities with a distinct lack of plot.
Disclaimer: F-I-C-T-I-O-N ... look it up.
Note: This is naughty, naughty stuff. I write fluff and humor and have avoided writing sex like the plague, but this mental image just popped in my head when I read the word "lust" in the lyrics and it wouldn't leave until I wrote it. I've never been so nervous about a fic before. Now I just have to get the courage to press "post", which I apparently did if you're reading this. *nervous giggles*
Billy walks through the house, drying his wet hair with a towel. His chest and back are still damp; lines of water, having dripped from his hair, gliding slowly down the bare skin before being absorbed by the denim covering his hips. His bare feet make no noise and he finds Dom in the den, unaware of his presence.
Billy watches in silence from the doorway as Dom stands in front of the stereo, remote in hand, clicking through radio stations. His shirt’s almost obscenely too tight and Billy can see muscles in his back and arms flex with every movement he makes. His jeans, on the other hand, are loose and hanging low on his hips and Billy knows the denim is caressing Dom's skin, nothing beneath them.
As Billy watches Dom bend down to look through the CD rack, he realizes his own jeans have become less than roomy, slightly uncomfortable and he reaches down to adjust his hardened cock before crossing silently to Dom.
As Billy’s hands settle on his hips, Dom jumps slightly, before straightening up and settling back against Billy, letting the warmth of Billy's freshly showered skin seep through his shirt into his own skin. He grins as Billy presses the hard ridge of his erection against Dom’s arse.
Billy slides his fingers under the hem of Dom’s shirt and slowly slides his hands up his sides, around his waist, pulling him closer. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply as Dom slowly rolls his hips, pressing back against him.
Dom shivers as Billy's hands, fingers splayed, roam up his chest and a small grunt escapes him when Billy's fingers slide softly over his nipples. He closes his eyes and lets his head roll limply back onto Billy's shoulder as fingers delicately pinch and roll his nipples.
Billy wraps his arms around Dom's chest and whispers against his ear. "On your knees." He places a kiss just behind and below Dom's ear as they sink down slowly. Dom tries to turn and face him, but Billy tightens his grip around Dom's chest with one arm as his free hand draws slow, languid circles over his skin. He places a trail of small kisses down Dom's neck from ear to collar.
"Off." Billy whispers just the one word, but Dom understands and obediently raises his arms and turns his head. Billy tugs the shirt over Dom's head and tosses it to the side, wrapping one arm around his chest again. The other hand settles into Dom's hair, fingers clenching in the strands, gently pulling and fully exposing the side of Dom's neck. Billy slowly glides his mouth, teeth and tongue grazing skin, down Dom's throat and over to his shoulder, aching when he hears Dom breathe his name.
"Billy ...” Dom’s voice is pleading, but the rest of the thought is lost as he reaches back and clutches Billy's hip, holding Billy against him.
Billy rocks his hips, letting the friction of denim on denim vibrate through his cock. He sucks and nips at every inch of Dom’s neck and shoulder, every inch of skin his mouth can reach. Dom moves with him, against him, until Billy’s short nails are digging into Dom’s chest and oh God he has to stop right now before he comes, still dressed in his jeans. He quickly lets go of Dom's hair, pulls his arm away from around his chest and grabs Dom's hips, stilling him. "Stop." His voice is breathless but forceful and he pulls away slightly, resting his head between Dom's shoulder blades. "Fuck. You see what you do to me Dom?"
Dom doesn't answer, knows it isn't required. He slowly rubs a palm over his own erection, still straining against his jeans, and can't help but smirk at the knowledge that he's done this to Billy. He's the one who has Billy in such a state. He's the one who has Billy wanting and needing and on the fucking edge.
Billy thinks of very non-Dom things and does math in his head, all in hopes of calming down and regaining some strand of control. Something works and now his breathing isn’t quite so ragged and he’s beginning to feel a bit more control once again.
Billy slides his arms around Dom's waist and quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans, before sliding his hands over to his hips and pulling Dom flush against him once again.
Dom closes his eyes as Billy’s mouth glides down his neck and over his shoulder, Billy’s warm breath moistening his skin. He moans when Billy's fingers slide beneath the loose denim covering his hips, his hands sliding around, meeting below his navel, before delving down.
Billy wraps a hand around Dom's cock, sliding up and down in long smooth strokes, his other hand pressing flat, just above Dom’s cock. He holds a writhing, pulsing Dom tight, closing his eyes and losing himself in the delicious gasps and moans escaping Dom’s mouth.
Billy’s hand wrapped around him has never felt so fucking good. His jeans slip farther down his hips, down to his thighs and Billy’s rubbing his rough, denim-clad cock against the bare, sensitive skin of his arse and it’s just too much. He wants it to end, but he wants it to last forever and he tries to beg and plead, but he isn’t sure exactly what he’s begging and pleading for when the words pass over his lips.
He knows Dom is close, knows Dom's incoherent whimpers are meant to be pleas for him to slow down, knows they’re actually pleas for him to keep going, not stop, never stop. He knows all these things because he knows Dom, loves Dom, and he’s glad Dom doesn’t really want him to stop. He’s glad Dom wants him to keep going, because he’s pretty sure there is nothing in this world or even beyond that could still his hand now. He nips at Dom’s earlobe, letting his mouth hover as he whispers. “Come for me Dom. I want to hear you, want to watch you.”
Dom's lost in the sensation of Billy's hand on his cock when he feels Billy’s lips brushing the shell of his ear, his breath ghosting past the sensitive skin, and that is Dom’s undoing. His breath catches and his body goes rigid. "Billy. Oh fuck. Bill.” The words scrabbling up
Billy feels Dom’s body go rigid against him, feels the words bubbling up in Dom’s chest and groans at the sound of his name on Dom’s lips as warmth splashes over his fingers. He supports Dom, feeling him slowly relax against him as his body calms, only trembling slightly with the last few slow, lazy strokes of Billy’s hand.
Dom doesn't move, just breathes deeply and tries to clear his head, letting coherent thought return slowly. He realizes he is leaning, all but laying on Billy and struggles back up, feeling Billy's fingers slide around and off his hips, leaving a moist trail. He pulls his jeans back up onto his hips, not bothering to button them and turns around. The scene that greets him is pleasant.
Billy is stretched out on his back, one arm resting behind his head, his arousal evident beneath the denim under his slow-moving palm. He watches Dom grab his shirt and quickly clean himself up, then turn and crawl to him, staying silent and still as Dom's nimble fingers pop the buttons on his jeans, before reaching up and hooking his fingers in the waist.
Billy lifts his hips before he’s asked and Dom slips the jeans down and off, before settling on his stomach between Billy's spread thighs. He places soft teasing kisses over Billy's thighs and hips, purposefully avoiding his cock.
Billy pulls up onto his elbows. "Dominic." It’s meant to be a warning, but his voice is more pleading than threatening and Dom grins up at him, before running his tongue up his cock in one long, slow lick from base to tip. He buries his fingers in Dom’s hair, giving a firm tug on the strands in response to Dom’s teasing manner. Dom takes the hint and smiles before licking his lips and lowering his head.
Billy watches as his length slowly slips between warm, moist lips into the wet heat of Dom’s mouth until he can feel himself against Dom’s throat. “Fuck.” The word is a hiss on an already labored breath of air.
He watches Dom wrap a hand around the base of his cock, working into the rhythm his mouth has already set. The mixture of long slim fingers, rough hot tongue and soft warm lips has Billy gasping, moaning and bucking, but when Dom’s eyes flash up and lock onto his own, the tiny thread of control he had is gone. "Dom ... fuck ... I'm ...” The words are a growl, crawling their way out of his throat as he comes.
Dom swallows and pulls back, smiling up at him as he gives two more smooth strokes, coaxing the last drops from Billy's cock and his smile is mischievous and naughty just before he drops his head down and catches them on the tip of his tongue.
Billy’s positive it’s the most erotic and the most beautiful thing he will ever witness in his life. He watches Dom crawl to him and reaches out an arm. He pulls Dom closer and notices one small, pearly drop on Dom's lower lip.
Dom feels Billy's tongue glide over his bottom lip slowly before they both settle down to the floor, Dom snuggling close at Billy's side.
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