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Ficlet: Hunger and Greed, Dom/Billy schmoop part 6
Title: Hunger and Greed
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sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: this is fiction taken to the LIMIT!
Feedback: will assage my insatiable hunger for reassurance
A/N: yes, this is definitely some kind of series now. so there must be links. *forages*
links to previous parts are all available here.
By the time Dom’s tummy is growling for lunch, there are three other hobbits, a Ranger, and an Elf stacked on the bed. Space is scarce.
“Could you at least take off that fucking hat?” Billy asks Viggo, as the crown of the akubra biffs him in the forehead for the tenth time. “You see there’s a bit of a squeeze.”
Billy’s resigned himself and Dom to this invasion. There just isn’t any way of keeping the little blighters out when the window’s open, there’s a Ranger guarding it, and the sound of Elijah slurping icecream is resounding to the hills like a ghastly summons. However. He’s making sure everyone remembers: It’s his bed.
He plumps up his pillow, in his regal position at the head of the bed, and surveys the mess. Orlando’s lain out across everyone’s toes, complaining of all the wriggling nubs beneath him and yet indubitably looking like he’s enjoying the massage; Sean is tucked under Elijah’s elbow somewhere in the middle, looking embarrassed (he’d been the last to arrive, and the first to actually say, “This is a hell of a situation” before nudging his way into the centre of it); Elijah’s licking dribbles of icecream off Dom’s hair, where they strayed during an abrupt bout of blood-sugar-inspired tickling. Viggo is snoozing.
“It’s definitely time for tucker,” announces Dom, batting Elijah off him and sitting up suddenly. Everyone teeters for balance as the equilibrium is disturbed.
“Cheese? I fancy cheese,” remarks Orlando. A ripple of surging wriggling toes underneath him makes him grin.
“No cheese,” Billy tells him. “We’re out of comestibles.”
“Foraging party?” Dom says hopefully, kicking Orlando in the shin. “You! The one with the legs!”
“I don’t think so,” drawls the haughty Elf. “That’s why we have so many hobbits here. Scavengers, all of you. So little, so cunning.”
Elijah rummages for more space. “Where did the icecream come from?” he asks. No one knows. Dom licks a bit off his own fringe with a thoughtful blink. Elijah’s pointy elbow gets Billy in the kidney. Billy’s face gets a prissy pained smile and he sneakily knees Elijah in the buttocks. Elijah just bounces a bit, happily and wriggles further in.
Billy shoves his way out of the melee and leaps to his feet. “Dom? My darling? Could you help me pee?” He stalks out to the bathroom.
Dom follows. “Aw, is it tired, can I hold it?” he says, reaching for Billy’s cock.
“Dom,” says Billy. “This is intolerable. Our bed of love has been infested!”
Dom fondles Billy’s cock inside the board-shorts that Billy yanked on when Orlando arrived. Billy’s cock is a lot more happy than the rest of him. It swells and plumps contentedly in Dom’s palm. Dom rubs it affectionately.
“It’s a bit odd,” he agrees. “But they might be useful! Surely they won’t stay long. And there might be food!” He looks all reminiscent about the jam thing.
Billy sways into the hypnotic stroking of Dom’s hand and his eyes close drowsily. “Oh Dom, I want it to be just you and me. I want to ravish your damp thighs and screw my tongue into you. Can’t we just canoodle?”
Dom goes on mesmerizing Billy’s penis with a glazed look in his eyes. His own cock, unencumbered by any clothing at all, is twitching around from one hip to the other, and Billy’s gaze fixed on it (he’s too dazed to actually do anything) is intoxicating. Dom’s hips glide towards Billy’s.
“I think we can, we can canoodle,” he mutters, and bends to lick a long stripe up Billy’s chest, doodling around the twin wreaths of tiny hairs with a hard little dig at each nipple, up his throat and bang, right into his mouth. Billy moans.
The crowd in the bed is forgotten. Billy and Dom seize each other with greed. Shorts fling off, hips bump, stubbly chins graze each other, hands grasp and smooth. The two men slurp each other up.
“Fuck Elijah and his foraging,” sighs Billy, dropping to his knees. His mouth opens gluttonously for Dom’s thick hard shiny erection. Lick, lick, gobble gobble gobble. All the hairs on Dom’s belly frizz up with excitement.
“Orlando,” corrects Dom in a daze, clenching his fingers in Billy’s sticky, sticking-up hair. His balls are so tight they’re humming under Billy’s mouth.
“Don’t swear,” Billy says, but then he wriggles his tongue in tiny circles and slicks a finger up Dom’s arse and generally makes Dom swear a lot as he comes so hard he steams up the bathroom.
“What are they doing?” asks Sean, back in the bed. He nudges Viggo, who merely opens an indignant eye and gives him a sinister smile before passing out again. Everyone settles into the bed, where there’s more room without the hosts, but not much, as they are very small.
Orlando writhes furtively on top of everyone’s toes. Sean’s tummy grumbles.
“Foraging,” says Elijah wisely.
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: this is fiction taken to the LIMIT!
Feedback: will assage my insatiable hunger for reassurance
A/N: yes, this is definitely some kind of series now. so there must be links. *forages*
links to previous parts are all available here.
By the time Dom’s tummy is growling for lunch, there are three other hobbits, a Ranger, and an Elf stacked on the bed. Space is scarce.
“Could you at least take off that fucking hat?” Billy asks Viggo, as the crown of the akubra biffs him in the forehead for the tenth time. “You see there’s a bit of a squeeze.”
Billy’s resigned himself and Dom to this invasion. There just isn’t any way of keeping the little blighters out when the window’s open, there’s a Ranger guarding it, and the sound of Elijah slurping icecream is resounding to the hills like a ghastly summons. However. He’s making sure everyone remembers: It’s his bed.
He plumps up his pillow, in his regal position at the head of the bed, and surveys the mess. Orlando’s lain out across everyone’s toes, complaining of all the wriggling nubs beneath him and yet indubitably looking like he’s enjoying the massage; Sean is tucked under Elijah’s elbow somewhere in the middle, looking embarrassed (he’d been the last to arrive, and the first to actually say, “This is a hell of a situation” before nudging his way into the centre of it); Elijah’s licking dribbles of icecream off Dom’s hair, where they strayed during an abrupt bout of blood-sugar-inspired tickling. Viggo is snoozing.
“It’s definitely time for tucker,” announces Dom, batting Elijah off him and sitting up suddenly. Everyone teeters for balance as the equilibrium is disturbed.
“Cheese? I fancy cheese,” remarks Orlando. A ripple of surging wriggling toes underneath him makes him grin.
“No cheese,” Billy tells him. “We’re out of comestibles.”
“Foraging party?” Dom says hopefully, kicking Orlando in the shin. “You! The one with the legs!”
“I don’t think so,” drawls the haughty Elf. “That’s why we have so many hobbits here. Scavengers, all of you. So little, so cunning.”
Elijah rummages for more space. “Where did the icecream come from?” he asks. No one knows. Dom licks a bit off his own fringe with a thoughtful blink. Elijah’s pointy elbow gets Billy in the kidney. Billy’s face gets a prissy pained smile and he sneakily knees Elijah in the buttocks. Elijah just bounces a bit, happily and wriggles further in.
Billy shoves his way out of the melee and leaps to his feet. “Dom? My darling? Could you help me pee?” He stalks out to the bathroom.
Dom follows. “Aw, is it tired, can I hold it?” he says, reaching for Billy’s cock.
“Dom,” says Billy. “This is intolerable. Our bed of love has been infested!”
Dom fondles Billy’s cock inside the board-shorts that Billy yanked on when Orlando arrived. Billy’s cock is a lot more happy than the rest of him. It swells and plumps contentedly in Dom’s palm. Dom rubs it affectionately.
“It’s a bit odd,” he agrees. “But they might be useful! Surely they won’t stay long. And there might be food!” He looks all reminiscent about the jam thing.
Billy sways into the hypnotic stroking of Dom’s hand and his eyes close drowsily. “Oh Dom, I want it to be just you and me. I want to ravish your damp thighs and screw my tongue into you. Can’t we just canoodle?”
Dom goes on mesmerizing Billy’s penis with a glazed look in his eyes. His own cock, unencumbered by any clothing at all, is twitching around from one hip to the other, and Billy’s gaze fixed on it (he’s too dazed to actually do anything) is intoxicating. Dom’s hips glide towards Billy’s.
“I think we can, we can canoodle,” he mutters, and bends to lick a long stripe up Billy’s chest, doodling around the twin wreaths of tiny hairs with a hard little dig at each nipple, up his throat and bang, right into his mouth. Billy moans.
The crowd in the bed is forgotten. Billy and Dom seize each other with greed. Shorts fling off, hips bump, stubbly chins graze each other, hands grasp and smooth. The two men slurp each other up.
“Fuck Elijah and his foraging,” sighs Billy, dropping to his knees. His mouth opens gluttonously for Dom’s thick hard shiny erection. Lick, lick, gobble gobble gobble. All the hairs on Dom’s belly frizz up with excitement.
“Orlando,” corrects Dom in a daze, clenching his fingers in Billy’s sticky, sticking-up hair. His balls are so tight they’re humming under Billy’s mouth.
“Don’t swear,” Billy says, but then he wriggles his tongue in tiny circles and slicks a finger up Dom’s arse and generally makes Dom swear a lot as he comes so hard he steams up the bathroom.
“What are they doing?” asks Sean, back in the bed. He nudges Viggo, who merely opens an indignant eye and gives him a sinister smile before passing out again. Everyone settles into the bed, where there’s more room without the hosts, but not much, as they are very small.
Orlando writhes furtively on top of everyone’s toes. Sean’s tummy grumbles.
“Foraging,” says Elijah wisely.
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*Feeds miniature Dom and Billy some really, really good miniature baklava*
Nice one, again!
Catherine
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*snerk*