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well, i'm back.
and aren't you all thrilled. :P
title - "sugar never tasted so good"
author - eri the smut ninja
pairing - teh monaboyd
rating - NC-17
warnings - foodkink. naughty things with tongues. smutty, smutty PWP.
disclaimer - if you can prove this happened, i will do a little dance.
author’s notes - 4000 words. *dies* just one of the fics that i’m sure will be coming out soon, inspired from the eighth episode of “lost.” you know which part, if you’ve seen it. sirens went off in my head, and i thought, “hey, i’ve got an idea...”
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monaboyd and fellow_shippers.
When Dom returned from the store, he found his mate on his sofa, attempting to rule the known world with a submachine gun and wits alone, and failing miserably.
“Fuck,” the Scotsman said, as his character was once again blown to smithereens. He looked up at Dom’s amused expression. “I dunno how ye can play this bloody game so much. It’s damned irritating.”
“You just need more practice, Bills.” Dom lifted the plastic bags he carried. “I brought provisions.”
“Well, that’s something, at least.”
Billy rose from the couch and followed Dom to the kitchen, where the plastic bags were disposed of on the table. Upon delving through their contents, Billy was not in the least surprised that Dom had, once again, thoroughly annoyed him.
“What the Christ is all this?” Billy asked, holding up one of the nine bags of crisps.
Dom grinned. “Provisions.”
“Ye call crisps and cakes and... ice cream... provisions?”
“Yeah,” Dom said, taking the frozen confection from Billy’s hands. “You’re here on vacation, right? And you always eat snacks and junk on vacation. Besides, we need to fatten you up a bit.”
“Well, if this is all ye’ve been eating since last Ah saw ye, then that explains why you’re looking more rounded than usual.”
Dom looked offended, pointing a can of whipped cream at Billy in a threatening manner. “I am not. I do yoga on a consistent basis. I can afford to binge once in a while.”
Billy muttered something which sounded like, “dodgy wanker,” and continued to rifle through the grocery sacks. “For someone who claims to be a health nut, ye sure do your best to contribute to the fattening of America.”
“I’ll have you know that every item in these bags was purchased at an organic market, and therefore, much healthier than the other variety.” Dom tried to look scholarly as he defended himself, but the image faded as he stuck his tongue out at his friend.
Billy looked at the jar of caramel ice cream topping in his hand with suspicion. “Soy protein and tofu. What more could ye ask for in life?”
“Not all organic food is made with tofu,” Dom said, taking the jar from Billy. “Just means that it was made without using pesticides and hormones, and other junk that people tend to put in their food. And this stuff,” he added, holding up the caramel, “is very good. Made with natural ingredients and plenty of sugar. And it makes that damned boring vanilla ice cream of yours even better.”
“I’ll have ye know that I happen to like plain food, and don’t feel the need to pour sugar, and salt, and hot sauce, and what have you, all over things to improve them.”
“What you mean to say is, you’re boring,” Dom said, struggling to twist off the lid of the dessert topping.
“Better to be boring, than a bloody firecracker bouncin’ everywhere,” Billy replied.
Dom grinned at him. “Firecracker, am I? You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said determinately, and the lid came off with a pop.
Billy shook his head, and resumed hunting through the grocery sacks.
“You should try some of this, Bills, it’s fantastic,” Dom said, waving the jar at him.
“I’d like to keep from being a diabetic just yet, if ye don’t mind,” Billy replied, brushing past his friend to put provisions in the pantry.
“Hmmph. Boring.” Dom leaned against the fridge, observing Billy’s movements with a lazy gaze. He lightly dipped his finger in the caramel, and brought it to his mouth. “Mmm.”
Billy glanced over his shoulder at him, and Dom saw his eyes widen, imperceptible to an untrained eye, but Dom was very familiar with his best mate. Not as familiar as he’d like to be, true, but the look on Billy’s face more or less suggested that that could be arranged. He removed the digit from his mouth, grinning at Billy, and mentally congratulated himself.
Billy saw the change in Dom’s expression from benevolent to predatory, and resisted the urge to shiver. In all the times that he’d seen that deadly look on his friend’s face, only twice before had it been leveled at him. The first was at that damnable Berlin premiere, with Dom inches away from him, daring him with his eyes to close the distance. The second was a drunken night a few months ago, while they were out partying with the other Hobbits. Billy had sitting at the table, nursing his beer and watching his best mate dance with some young blonde thing who was all breasts and legs. As Dom and the girl grinded with the beat of the music, Dom’s eyes had flashed open and met Billy’s from across the club, and the weight of that stare had caused Billy to gasp, clenching his pint with white knuckles, his cock hardening faster than he thought possible.
Needless to say, there was a certain feeling of trepidation settling over him now, mixed equally with lust, and Billy decided that he should just keep his back turned from now on, to prevent Dom from seeing any change in the fit of his jeans.
“You sure you don’t want any of this?” Dom asked. “It’s very good.”
“Ahm. No,” Billy said, proud of the way his voice didn’t waiver, even while watching Dom run his finger against the rim of the jar.
“You disappoint me,” Dom said, dipping into the confection. “This fantastic, sticky-sweet, creamy, caramel sauce.” He brought his finger to his lips, laden with golden syrup, and he flicked his tongue over the point of his finger before sucking the digit into his mouth, eyes closing and moaning like it was ambrosia. Dom opened his heavy-lidded eyes, and looked right at Billy, finger leaving his mouth with a pop. He tilted the jar towards his stunned friend. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” And the way Dom’s voice had gone husky did nothing to hide the real meaning of those words.
The package of cakes in Billy’s hand, which he had been trying to place on the shelf for the past minute or so, fell to the floor, and was quickly forgotten.
“You know,” Billy said, taking the few steps to close the distance between them, “I think I may.” His eyes never left Dom’s as he dipped his own finger in the jar, coating the tip with the sauce, and sucked it into his mouth. His friend’s eyes darkened as he watched Billy slide his finger between his lips.
Billy pulled the finger from his mouth, and remarked, “It’s not that good.”
“Hm.” Dom appeared to look thoughtful. “Let me try.”
Before Billy’s lust-fried brain could realize what was happening, Dom had pulled his hand towards him, dipping his fingers into the caramel and raising it to his lips, and Dom’s eyes burned into his as his full, pouty lips parted around Billy’s index and middle finger, and sucked them into his mouth. Billy gasped sharply as he felt Dom’s tongue lap at them, felt the heat and wetness of his friend’s mouth.
The jar of caramel was placed on the counter behind him, and Dom wrapped his now free hand around Billy’s waist, pulling him flush with his own body. He pulled Billy’s fingers from his mouth, and whispered, “Delicious.”
Billy didn’t know who moved first, but the next instant, Dom’s sinful mouth was pressed against his, and his lips parted to accept that hot, wet tongue, caressing his own and tasting of sweetness and the unmistakable flavor of Dom. He moaned against his friend’s mouth, wrapping his own arms around Dom’s neck, one hand sliding up to twine his fingers in Dom’s hair, pulling him closer, and his mate moaned and arched his hips into Billy’s, pressing his own erection into the Scot’s. Billy cried out against Dom’s lips, and broke away, gasping for air.
“Oh mah God,” he moaned, head back, and Dom took advantage of it, trailing his lips across Billy’s jaw, tongue sliding across the arch of the bone and down his neck, and Dom sucked at the skin there, grinding his hips into Billy’s as the older man cried out.
“So good,” Dom moaned against his throat, “You feel so fucking good, Billy.” His hands tightened around Billy’s waist, sliding one under the hem of his shirt and stroking hot skin, gasping as Billy’s erection grinded into his own.
“Oh shite, Dommeh,” Billy cried, as he felt Dom’s finger slide under the waistband of his jeans and underwear, just-barely tracing the cleft of his ass. “Please,” he begged, bringing Dom’s mouth back to his own, lips and tongue meeting in a heated rush, and it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire, he had never been this turned on before.
Dom broke away, panting against Billy’s lips. “Please what?” he said, still grinding his hips into Billy’s, and pressed his finger inside the hot cleft of Billy’s ass, teasing his hole, and he felt the tremors go through his partner, and Billy’s words came out in a rush.
“Suck meh, fuck meh, fuck, Dom, do something, please,” he whimpered, and Dom’s lips crushed against his, sucking Billy’s tongue into his mouth, and Billy felt his knees weaken, and almost collapsed right there had Dom not been holding him up.
Billy vaguely felt Dom moving them backwards, and moaned with loss when Dom pulled away from him, letting go of his waist, and he realized that the back of his legs were pressed against the kitchen table. With one smooth move, Dom scattered the remaining groceries and empty bags to the floor, lifting Billy’s hips and sitting him on the table, pushing him down against the wooden surface, and Billy grabbed at Dom’s t-shirt as he went, pulling Dom’s mouth back to his for another fiery kiss. He felt Dom’s fingers at the buttons of his shirt, trying to negotiate their workings as his tongue dueled inside Billy’s mouth, and Billy, feeling that precious seconds were being lost, broke away from the kiss and moved Dom’s hands away, ripping open the damned thing, buttons scattering across the floor.
Dom blinked at him, panting. “That was fucking hot,” he said, trailing his fingers across the newly-exposed skin of Billy’s chest.
“Thank you,” Billy moaned, “Now get the rest of this shite off me before Ah fucking die.”
His lover obliged, grinning as his hands moved lower, undoing the button of Billy’s jeans, and Billy’s hips arched as they and his boxers were pulled down, finally freeing his cock. Dom cast the clothing aside, and stood over him, running his hands lightly across Billy’s hips, trailing a finger against the hard length of Billy’s cock. “Jesus, Billy,” he whispered.
“Dommeh,” his lover moaned, “stop teasing, please, just touch meh.”
Dom grinned at him. “Now, what is this? You’re very impatient, aren’t you?” He wrapped his hand around the Scot’s cock, giving it one long stroke as his mate cried out in desperation.
“Damn you, just fuck meh,” Billy cried, hips arching into Dom’s hand.
“Hmm,” Dom said, thoughtfully. “I’ve got a better idea.”
And then he was gone, and Billy was left lying on the kitchen table, hard and whimpering. He heard the fridge open, heard Dom knock something over, and took a minute to analyze his surroundings.
Crisp bags and snacks were strewn over the floor. Billy’s jeans had been thrown haphazardly into the kitchen sink. One of his favorite shirts had been ruined, and he could see some of the buttons on the floor beside the crisps. He was lying on Dom’s bloody kitchen table, harder and more desperate than he’d ever been in his sodding life.
And then Dom returned, grinning, the jar of caramel sauce in one hand, and a can of whipped cream in the other.
Billy realized that God must, indeed, exist, because this was probably what Heaven was like, and then wondered if he was already dead.
“What’re ye doing?” Billy asked, as Dom uncapped the whipped cream.
Dom looked at him with an expression of ‘my-God-is-it-not-obvious?’ and said, “I’m making a Billy Boyd sundae. Hold still.”
And Billy tried, but it was kind of difficult, with Dom spreading caramel sauce across his chest, teasing his nipples until Billy whimpered. More caramel was spread down his abdomen, across his navel, thin trails leading over his hipbones and down his thighs, and by the time Dom’s caramel-coated fingers had slicked his cock, Billy was once again moaning and arching his hips, pleading with Dom to speed things up.
“Dom, Dom, Dom,” Billy chanted, as agile fingers slid to tease his balls, and press lower, circling his hole, and Billy bit his lip hard to keep from screaming.
“I’m amazed, Bills, I thought you’d have a little more restraint than this,” Dom commented, licking his fingers clean, making the other man whimper. He picked up the can of whipped cream, shook it a bit, and then coated both of Billy’s nipples, made a lazy oval around his navel, and covered the base of Billy’s cock. The can fell to the floor with a clank, and Dom surveyed his handiwork.
“Beautiful. You make a great sundae, Bills,” he said, leaning down and flicking his tongue across his lover’s collarbone, lapping up caramel.
“Dominic, you wanker, please,” Billy moaned, winding a hand through the blonde strands of the other man’s hair.
Dom just tsked, saying, “So impatient,” and went to work, lapping up every trace of caramel from Billy’s skin. He tongued and sucked Billy’s nipples until they were red and peaked, and smiled against hot skin as his lover whimpered almost continuously. Dom tongued down his chest, tasting salt and caramel and Billy, and finding it rapidly becoming his favorite taste in the world.
By the time he finally reached Billy’s weeping cock, Billy’s hand had tightened almost painfully in his hair, and his breath was shaky and ragged. Dom decided not to prolong Billy’s suffering any longer, and deftly circled the head of his cock with his tongue, caramel mixing with the salty-sour taste of his lover, and it was Dom who moaned with it, his own cock pressing so hard against his jeans that he thought his pants would rip open.
“You taste so good, Billy,” he groaned, licking the head of his cock, tongue trailing down the shaft to lap the cream from the base.
“Fucking fuck, Dom,” the older man replied, whimpering. Dom took Billy full in his mouth with one smooth move, sucking and working his tongue over the length, feeling Billy’s hips arch into him, pulling back so he wouldn’t choke and stroking the rest of his mate’s cock with his hand, coaxing him further to the edge.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking hell Dom, oh shite yes,” Billy cried, his other hand gripping the edge of the table, knuckles white around the wood.
Dom’s hot mouth released Billy’s cock, and he looked up at him with dark eyes.
“Billy, God, I wanna suck your cock for hours, you taste so fucking good,” he said, hand still stroking him slowly. “But then you’re just so fucking hot like this, so fucking hot, I wanna fuck you so badly, Billy.” Dom lowered his mouth, lapping at his lover’s balls, tongue slipping lower and lower, until his mouth was circling his hole, lapping at it, and Billy couldn’t breathe, it felt so fucking good.
“Jesus, Dom, fuck! Ohhh, kinky bugger,” he moaned as Dom raised his head again, grinning.
“You don’t mind too much, though, do you?” he said, standing up and pulling his t-shirt up, over his head, and throwing it behind him.
“No, not at all,” Billy replied, watching Dom’s black-painted nails move across his chest.
Dom’s eyes glittered fiercely, and his hands came to rest at the button of his jeans. “You look so good like this, all spread out for me,” he said, voice dark and sending shivers down Billy’s spine. “Wanna fuck you right here, Billy. Right on this goddamn table.” Dom’s fingers undid the fly of his jeans, and finally, his cock sprung free from it’s entrapment, achingly hard, and Dom wrapped a hand around himself, stroking himself slowly, watching as Billy writhed and whimpered on the table, flushed and sweaty and panting.
“For th’ love of Christ, Dommeh,” Billy groaned, and Dom had to stop, had to close his eyes and just breathe, he almost came just from the desperate way Billy had moaned his name.
He turned around to the pantry, knocking cans and other things over in his haste, and Billy banged his head back against the table in frustration. Dom returned, finally, holding a bottle of olive oil like it was the head of an enemy and grinning triumphantly.
“Now,” he urged, and Dom grinned that cheeky grin at him, and uncapped the bottle.
The first of Dom’s fingers had Billy sighing with relief. The second had him moaning, arching his hips as Dom found his sweet spot. The third reduced Billy to whimpering, begging with his hips and his eyes and his entire body for it.
Dom continued to fuck him slowly, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as his lover writhed on the table, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
“So hot,” he moaned, twisting and hooking his fingers, and Billy cried out sharply. “So fucking tight, Jesus, Billy, your arse feels like Heaven.”
“Dom, please, ah God,” the Scot whimpered. His jade eyes met Dom’s, and they burned with need. “If ye don’ have your cock inside meh in five seconds, Ah’m never lettin’ ye fuck meh again.”
Whether it was the pure need in Billy’s voice, or the promise that there would be another time, Dom wasn’t sure about, but he grabbed Billy’s hips and brought them to the edge of the table, and his cock was slicked and pressed against his lover in record time.
“Yes yes yes,” Billy groaned as the head of Dom’s cock pushed inside him, spreading and filling and so hot. Dom was flushed and sweating above him, hands on Billy’s hips, guiding himself deeper and deeper inside, until he was surrounded by tight heat, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.
“So hot, fuck, Billy,” he groaned, “you’re so... God.”
Dom rocked into him slowly, driving Billy mad with every thrust, every whimper that escaped his lips, Dom’s hands gripping his hips hard, and Billy hoped there would be bruises, so he could look at them later and remember how fucking good it was to have Dom inside him, surrounding him, fucking him, to be spread out with his legs in the air on a goddamn kitchen table.
“Dominic, ohhh God, yes, fuck meh,” Billy panted, wetting his lips, rocking into Dom’s cock. “Fuck meh hard, Dommeh.”
Dom’s brow furrowed, still having the presence of mind to be concerned. “I don’ want to hurt you,” he said, and that revelation alone made the entire evening worth the wait.
“No, Dommeh, ye won’ hurt meh, please, Ah need ye,” his lover pleaded, releasing one hand from it’s death-grip on the table and caressing Dom’s hand on his hip, sliding down to where Dom’s cock was buried in him, feeling the heat and sweat of their coupling, teasing the base of his lover’s cock. “Ah need this, mah Dommeh.”
“Shite,” Dom panted, and his eyes flashed fucking black. “You drive me insane, Billy, fucking crazy, you’re fucking gorgeous and tight and...” He bit his lip to keep from screaming aloud when Billy’s fingers rubbed against his balls. “Fuck.”
“Fuck meh, Dommeh, fuck meh hard an’ good, fuck meh like th’ fucking world’s endin,’ God!” and Billy’s voice left him as Dom’s hips slammed into him, his cock burning through him like a fucking spear, over and over, and he had no idea anything could feel this good. His hand clenched around Dom’s forearm, muscles strained with effort, sweat-slick and hot.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of skin-on-skin, Billy’s whimpering cries and Dom’s panted groans, the creak of wood and the sharp, musky scent of sex. Dom could still taste the sweetness of caramel in the back of his throat, and knew that he would never be able to eat the confection again, let alone sit as his kitchen table, without thinking of this perfect moment, with Billy begging him for more with every thrust of his hips.
“Ah, God, I’m close, Billy, I’m fucking close,” Dom moaned, thrusting quicker, wrapping one hand around his lover’s weeping cock, stroking hard and fast and mesmerized by Billy’s whole body tightening, arching up, the way his lover’s breath became ragged and harsh.
“Dom, Dom, yes, fuck, ah God yes, make meh come, so close, make meh come hard, fuck meh, God...”
“Billy Billy fuck so hot I’m gonna fucking come, oh God, fuck Billy...”
“Do eht, Dommeh, come for meh, come inside meh, fuck yes, God Dom fuck meh so good yes Christ ohhhh.”
Dom was coming hard, head back and wailing Billy’s name, hips buried inside him, and Billy was following, cock spurting around Dom’s hand, keening and taut and beautiful.
Billy must have blacked out, because the next thing he knew, he opened his eyes to Dom grinning at him, lying on his chest.
“Thought I killed you,” his lover said.
“Ngh. Well. Ye might have. Ah cannae feel mah legs,” Billy replied. He ran a hand through Dom’s sweaty hair, smiling at him. “You’ll have to carry meh around all th’ time.”
“Nah. I’ll just rig up some pulleys or sommat.” Dom nuzzled into Billy’s chest, lips brushing his skin lightly.
“It’s all for naught, though, if Ah’m stuck to this table, which I fear Ah may be.”
“Humph. Table was boring anyway. It’s an improvement.”
Billy hummed contentedly, messing Dom’s already unkempt hair. “I think we need a wash, don’t you?”
“Yeah, and I need to clean up this mess, but it can wait.”
“Too bad. I was looking forward to a nice shower with ye.”
Dom lifted his head, grinning. “Well, in that case, I guess I could manage.”
“Well, help me up, Ah don’t think I can stand.”
With a groan, Billy was lifted up, and he gingerly placed his feet on the floor, wincing as the muscles in his legs protested.
“Maybe it should be a bath,” he said, “Won’t be able to stand long enough.”
“I’ll hold you up,” Dom said, wrapping his arms around the other man.
Billy smiled. “I bet ye will.”
One sweet, long kiss, and Dom pulled away, taking Billy’s hand and leading him from the room. Billy looked down to avoid tripping over any errant obstacles, caught sight of the bottle of olive oil on the ground, and laughed so hard that Dom had to catch him.
“What the Christ?” Dom asked.
Billy pointed at the floor. “Extra Virgin,” he said, between breaths.
Dom looked down, his face broke into a grin, and he threw back his head and laughed along with his friend.
title - "sugar never tasted so good"
author - eri the smut ninja
pairing - teh monaboyd
rating - NC-17
warnings - foodkink. naughty things with tongues. smutty, smutty PWP.
disclaimer - if you can prove this happened, i will do a little dance.
author’s notes - 4000 words. *dies* just one of the fics that i’m sure will be coming out soon, inspired from the eighth episode of “lost.” you know which part, if you’ve seen it. sirens went off in my head, and i thought, “hey, i’ve got an idea...”
x-posted to
monaboyd and fellow_shippers.When Dom returned from the store, he found his mate on his sofa, attempting to rule the known world with a submachine gun and wits alone, and failing miserably.
“Fuck,” the Scotsman said, as his character was once again blown to smithereens. He looked up at Dom’s amused expression. “I dunno how ye can play this bloody game so much. It’s damned irritating.”
“You just need more practice, Bills.” Dom lifted the plastic bags he carried. “I brought provisions.”
“Well, that’s something, at least.”
Billy rose from the couch and followed Dom to the kitchen, where the plastic bags were disposed of on the table. Upon delving through their contents, Billy was not in the least surprised that Dom had, once again, thoroughly annoyed him.
“What the Christ is all this?” Billy asked, holding up one of the nine bags of crisps.
Dom grinned. “Provisions.”
“Ye call crisps and cakes and... ice cream... provisions?”
“Yeah,” Dom said, taking the frozen confection from Billy’s hands. “You’re here on vacation, right? And you always eat snacks and junk on vacation. Besides, we need to fatten you up a bit.”
“Well, if this is all ye’ve been eating since last Ah saw ye, then that explains why you’re looking more rounded than usual.”
Dom looked offended, pointing a can of whipped cream at Billy in a threatening manner. “I am not. I do yoga on a consistent basis. I can afford to binge once in a while.”
Billy muttered something which sounded like, “dodgy wanker,” and continued to rifle through the grocery sacks. “For someone who claims to be a health nut, ye sure do your best to contribute to the fattening of America.”
“I’ll have you know that every item in these bags was purchased at an organic market, and therefore, much healthier than the other variety.” Dom tried to look scholarly as he defended himself, but the image faded as he stuck his tongue out at his friend.
Billy looked at the jar of caramel ice cream topping in his hand with suspicion. “Soy protein and tofu. What more could ye ask for in life?”
“Not all organic food is made with tofu,” Dom said, taking the jar from Billy. “Just means that it was made without using pesticides and hormones, and other junk that people tend to put in their food. And this stuff,” he added, holding up the caramel, “is very good. Made with natural ingredients and plenty of sugar. And it makes that damned boring vanilla ice cream of yours even better.”
“I’ll have ye know that I happen to like plain food, and don’t feel the need to pour sugar, and salt, and hot sauce, and what have you, all over things to improve them.”
“What you mean to say is, you’re boring,” Dom said, struggling to twist off the lid of the dessert topping.
“Better to be boring, than a bloody firecracker bouncin’ everywhere,” Billy replied.
Dom grinned at him. “Firecracker, am I? You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said determinately, and the lid came off with a pop.
Billy shook his head, and resumed hunting through the grocery sacks.
“You should try some of this, Bills, it’s fantastic,” Dom said, waving the jar at him.
“I’d like to keep from being a diabetic just yet, if ye don’t mind,” Billy replied, brushing past his friend to put provisions in the pantry.
“Hmmph. Boring.” Dom leaned against the fridge, observing Billy’s movements with a lazy gaze. He lightly dipped his finger in the caramel, and brought it to his mouth. “Mmm.”
Billy glanced over his shoulder at him, and Dom saw his eyes widen, imperceptible to an untrained eye, but Dom was very familiar with his best mate. Not as familiar as he’d like to be, true, but the look on Billy’s face more or less suggested that that could be arranged. He removed the digit from his mouth, grinning at Billy, and mentally congratulated himself.
Billy saw the change in Dom’s expression from benevolent to predatory, and resisted the urge to shiver. In all the times that he’d seen that deadly look on his friend’s face, only twice before had it been leveled at him. The first was at that damnable Berlin premiere, with Dom inches away from him, daring him with his eyes to close the distance. The second was a drunken night a few months ago, while they were out partying with the other Hobbits. Billy had sitting at the table, nursing his beer and watching his best mate dance with some young blonde thing who was all breasts and legs. As Dom and the girl grinded with the beat of the music, Dom’s eyes had flashed open and met Billy’s from across the club, and the weight of that stare had caused Billy to gasp, clenching his pint with white knuckles, his cock hardening faster than he thought possible.
Needless to say, there was a certain feeling of trepidation settling over him now, mixed equally with lust, and Billy decided that he should just keep his back turned from now on, to prevent Dom from seeing any change in the fit of his jeans.
“You sure you don’t want any of this?” Dom asked. “It’s very good.”
“Ahm. No,” Billy said, proud of the way his voice didn’t waiver, even while watching Dom run his finger against the rim of the jar.
“You disappoint me,” Dom said, dipping into the confection. “This fantastic, sticky-sweet, creamy, caramel sauce.” He brought his finger to his lips, laden with golden syrup, and he flicked his tongue over the point of his finger before sucking the digit into his mouth, eyes closing and moaning like it was ambrosia. Dom opened his heavy-lidded eyes, and looked right at Billy, finger leaving his mouth with a pop. He tilted the jar towards his stunned friend. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” And the way Dom’s voice had gone husky did nothing to hide the real meaning of those words.
The package of cakes in Billy’s hand, which he had been trying to place on the shelf for the past minute or so, fell to the floor, and was quickly forgotten.
“You know,” Billy said, taking the few steps to close the distance between them, “I think I may.” His eyes never left Dom’s as he dipped his own finger in the jar, coating the tip with the sauce, and sucked it into his mouth. His friend’s eyes darkened as he watched Billy slide his finger between his lips.
Billy pulled the finger from his mouth, and remarked, “It’s not that good.”
“Hm.” Dom appeared to look thoughtful. “Let me try.”
Before Billy’s lust-fried brain could realize what was happening, Dom had pulled his hand towards him, dipping his fingers into the caramel and raising it to his lips, and Dom’s eyes burned into his as his full, pouty lips parted around Billy’s index and middle finger, and sucked them into his mouth. Billy gasped sharply as he felt Dom’s tongue lap at them, felt the heat and wetness of his friend’s mouth.
The jar of caramel was placed on the counter behind him, and Dom wrapped his now free hand around Billy’s waist, pulling him flush with his own body. He pulled Billy’s fingers from his mouth, and whispered, “Delicious.”
Billy didn’t know who moved first, but the next instant, Dom’s sinful mouth was pressed against his, and his lips parted to accept that hot, wet tongue, caressing his own and tasting of sweetness and the unmistakable flavor of Dom. He moaned against his friend’s mouth, wrapping his own arms around Dom’s neck, one hand sliding up to twine his fingers in Dom’s hair, pulling him closer, and his mate moaned and arched his hips into Billy’s, pressing his own erection into the Scot’s. Billy cried out against Dom’s lips, and broke away, gasping for air.
“Oh mah God,” he moaned, head back, and Dom took advantage of it, trailing his lips across Billy’s jaw, tongue sliding across the arch of the bone and down his neck, and Dom sucked at the skin there, grinding his hips into Billy’s as the older man cried out.
“So good,” Dom moaned against his throat, “You feel so fucking good, Billy.” His hands tightened around Billy’s waist, sliding one under the hem of his shirt and stroking hot skin, gasping as Billy’s erection grinded into his own.
“Oh shite, Dommeh,” Billy cried, as he felt Dom’s finger slide under the waistband of his jeans and underwear, just-barely tracing the cleft of his ass. “Please,” he begged, bringing Dom’s mouth back to his own, lips and tongue meeting in a heated rush, and it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire, he had never been this turned on before.
Dom broke away, panting against Billy’s lips. “Please what?” he said, still grinding his hips into Billy’s, and pressed his finger inside the hot cleft of Billy’s ass, teasing his hole, and he felt the tremors go through his partner, and Billy’s words came out in a rush.
“Suck meh, fuck meh, fuck, Dom, do something, please,” he whimpered, and Dom’s lips crushed against his, sucking Billy’s tongue into his mouth, and Billy felt his knees weaken, and almost collapsed right there had Dom not been holding him up.
Billy vaguely felt Dom moving them backwards, and moaned with loss when Dom pulled away from him, letting go of his waist, and he realized that the back of his legs were pressed against the kitchen table. With one smooth move, Dom scattered the remaining groceries and empty bags to the floor, lifting Billy’s hips and sitting him on the table, pushing him down against the wooden surface, and Billy grabbed at Dom’s t-shirt as he went, pulling Dom’s mouth back to his for another fiery kiss. He felt Dom’s fingers at the buttons of his shirt, trying to negotiate their workings as his tongue dueled inside Billy’s mouth, and Billy, feeling that precious seconds were being lost, broke away from the kiss and moved Dom’s hands away, ripping open the damned thing, buttons scattering across the floor.
Dom blinked at him, panting. “That was fucking hot,” he said, trailing his fingers across the newly-exposed skin of Billy’s chest.
“Thank you,” Billy moaned, “Now get the rest of this shite off me before Ah fucking die.”
His lover obliged, grinning as his hands moved lower, undoing the button of Billy’s jeans, and Billy’s hips arched as they and his boxers were pulled down, finally freeing his cock. Dom cast the clothing aside, and stood over him, running his hands lightly across Billy’s hips, trailing a finger against the hard length of Billy’s cock. “Jesus, Billy,” he whispered.
“Dommeh,” his lover moaned, “stop teasing, please, just touch meh.”
Dom grinned at him. “Now, what is this? You’re very impatient, aren’t you?” He wrapped his hand around the Scot’s cock, giving it one long stroke as his mate cried out in desperation.
“Damn you, just fuck meh,” Billy cried, hips arching into Dom’s hand.
“Hmm,” Dom said, thoughtfully. “I’ve got a better idea.”
And then he was gone, and Billy was left lying on the kitchen table, hard and whimpering. He heard the fridge open, heard Dom knock something over, and took a minute to analyze his surroundings.
Crisp bags and snacks were strewn over the floor. Billy’s jeans had been thrown haphazardly into the kitchen sink. One of his favorite shirts had been ruined, and he could see some of the buttons on the floor beside the crisps. He was lying on Dom’s bloody kitchen table, harder and more desperate than he’d ever been in his sodding life.
And then Dom returned, grinning, the jar of caramel sauce in one hand, and a can of whipped cream in the other.
Billy realized that God must, indeed, exist, because this was probably what Heaven was like, and then wondered if he was already dead.
“What’re ye doing?” Billy asked, as Dom uncapped the whipped cream.
Dom looked at him with an expression of ‘my-God-is-it-not-obvious?’ and said, “I’m making a Billy Boyd sundae. Hold still.”
And Billy tried, but it was kind of difficult, with Dom spreading caramel sauce across his chest, teasing his nipples until Billy whimpered. More caramel was spread down his abdomen, across his navel, thin trails leading over his hipbones and down his thighs, and by the time Dom’s caramel-coated fingers had slicked his cock, Billy was once again moaning and arching his hips, pleading with Dom to speed things up.
“Dom, Dom, Dom,” Billy chanted, as agile fingers slid to tease his balls, and press lower, circling his hole, and Billy bit his lip hard to keep from screaming.
“I’m amazed, Bills, I thought you’d have a little more restraint than this,” Dom commented, licking his fingers clean, making the other man whimper. He picked up the can of whipped cream, shook it a bit, and then coated both of Billy’s nipples, made a lazy oval around his navel, and covered the base of Billy’s cock. The can fell to the floor with a clank, and Dom surveyed his handiwork.
“Beautiful. You make a great sundae, Bills,” he said, leaning down and flicking his tongue across his lover’s collarbone, lapping up caramel.
“Dominic, you wanker, please,” Billy moaned, winding a hand through the blonde strands of the other man’s hair.
Dom just tsked, saying, “So impatient,” and went to work, lapping up every trace of caramel from Billy’s skin. He tongued and sucked Billy’s nipples until they were red and peaked, and smiled against hot skin as his lover whimpered almost continuously. Dom tongued down his chest, tasting salt and caramel and Billy, and finding it rapidly becoming his favorite taste in the world.
By the time he finally reached Billy’s weeping cock, Billy’s hand had tightened almost painfully in his hair, and his breath was shaky and ragged. Dom decided not to prolong Billy’s suffering any longer, and deftly circled the head of his cock with his tongue, caramel mixing with the salty-sour taste of his lover, and it was Dom who moaned with it, his own cock pressing so hard against his jeans that he thought his pants would rip open.
“You taste so good, Billy,” he groaned, licking the head of his cock, tongue trailing down the shaft to lap the cream from the base.
“Fucking fuck, Dom,” the older man replied, whimpering. Dom took Billy full in his mouth with one smooth move, sucking and working his tongue over the length, feeling Billy’s hips arch into him, pulling back so he wouldn’t choke and stroking the rest of his mate’s cock with his hand, coaxing him further to the edge.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking hell Dom, oh shite yes,” Billy cried, his other hand gripping the edge of the table, knuckles white around the wood.
Dom’s hot mouth released Billy’s cock, and he looked up at him with dark eyes.
“Billy, God, I wanna suck your cock for hours, you taste so fucking good,” he said, hand still stroking him slowly. “But then you’re just so fucking hot like this, so fucking hot, I wanna fuck you so badly, Billy.” Dom lowered his mouth, lapping at his lover’s balls, tongue slipping lower and lower, until his mouth was circling his hole, lapping at it, and Billy couldn’t breathe, it felt so fucking good.
“Jesus, Dom, fuck! Ohhh, kinky bugger,” he moaned as Dom raised his head again, grinning.
“You don’t mind too much, though, do you?” he said, standing up and pulling his t-shirt up, over his head, and throwing it behind him.
“No, not at all,” Billy replied, watching Dom’s black-painted nails move across his chest.
Dom’s eyes glittered fiercely, and his hands came to rest at the button of his jeans. “You look so good like this, all spread out for me,” he said, voice dark and sending shivers down Billy’s spine. “Wanna fuck you right here, Billy. Right on this goddamn table.” Dom’s fingers undid the fly of his jeans, and finally, his cock sprung free from it’s entrapment, achingly hard, and Dom wrapped a hand around himself, stroking himself slowly, watching as Billy writhed and whimpered on the table, flushed and sweaty and panting.
“For th’ love of Christ, Dommeh,” Billy groaned, and Dom had to stop, had to close his eyes and just breathe, he almost came just from the desperate way Billy had moaned his name.
He turned around to the pantry, knocking cans and other things over in his haste, and Billy banged his head back against the table in frustration. Dom returned, finally, holding a bottle of olive oil like it was the head of an enemy and grinning triumphantly.
“Now,” he urged, and Dom grinned that cheeky grin at him, and uncapped the bottle.
The first of Dom’s fingers had Billy sighing with relief. The second had him moaning, arching his hips as Dom found his sweet spot. The third reduced Billy to whimpering, begging with his hips and his eyes and his entire body for it.
Dom continued to fuck him slowly, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as his lover writhed on the table, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
“So hot,” he moaned, twisting and hooking his fingers, and Billy cried out sharply. “So fucking tight, Jesus, Billy, your arse feels like Heaven.”
“Dom, please, ah God,” the Scot whimpered. His jade eyes met Dom’s, and they burned with need. “If ye don’ have your cock inside meh in five seconds, Ah’m never lettin’ ye fuck meh again.”
Whether it was the pure need in Billy’s voice, or the promise that there would be another time, Dom wasn’t sure about, but he grabbed Billy’s hips and brought them to the edge of the table, and his cock was slicked and pressed against his lover in record time.
“Yes yes yes,” Billy groaned as the head of Dom’s cock pushed inside him, spreading and filling and so hot. Dom was flushed and sweating above him, hands on Billy’s hips, guiding himself deeper and deeper inside, until he was surrounded by tight heat, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.
“So hot, fuck, Billy,” he groaned, “you’re so... God.”
Dom rocked into him slowly, driving Billy mad with every thrust, every whimper that escaped his lips, Dom’s hands gripping his hips hard, and Billy hoped there would be bruises, so he could look at them later and remember how fucking good it was to have Dom inside him, surrounding him, fucking him, to be spread out with his legs in the air on a goddamn kitchen table.
“Dominic, ohhh God, yes, fuck meh,” Billy panted, wetting his lips, rocking into Dom’s cock. “Fuck meh hard, Dommeh.”
Dom’s brow furrowed, still having the presence of mind to be concerned. “I don’ want to hurt you,” he said, and that revelation alone made the entire evening worth the wait.
“No, Dommeh, ye won’ hurt meh, please, Ah need ye,” his lover pleaded, releasing one hand from it’s death-grip on the table and caressing Dom’s hand on his hip, sliding down to where Dom’s cock was buried in him, feeling the heat and sweat of their coupling, teasing the base of his lover’s cock. “Ah need this, mah Dommeh.”
“Shite,” Dom panted, and his eyes flashed fucking black. “You drive me insane, Billy, fucking crazy, you’re fucking gorgeous and tight and...” He bit his lip to keep from screaming aloud when Billy’s fingers rubbed against his balls. “Fuck.”
“Fuck meh, Dommeh, fuck meh hard an’ good, fuck meh like th’ fucking world’s endin,’ God!” and Billy’s voice left him as Dom’s hips slammed into him, his cock burning through him like a fucking spear, over and over, and he had no idea anything could feel this good. His hand clenched around Dom’s forearm, muscles strained with effort, sweat-slick and hot.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of skin-on-skin, Billy’s whimpering cries and Dom’s panted groans, the creak of wood and the sharp, musky scent of sex. Dom could still taste the sweetness of caramel in the back of his throat, and knew that he would never be able to eat the confection again, let alone sit as his kitchen table, without thinking of this perfect moment, with Billy begging him for more with every thrust of his hips.
“Ah, God, I’m close, Billy, I’m fucking close,” Dom moaned, thrusting quicker, wrapping one hand around his lover’s weeping cock, stroking hard and fast and mesmerized by Billy’s whole body tightening, arching up, the way his lover’s breath became ragged and harsh.
“Dom, Dom, yes, fuck, ah God yes, make meh come, so close, make meh come hard, fuck meh, God...”
“Billy Billy fuck so hot I’m gonna fucking come, oh God, fuck Billy...”
“Do eht, Dommeh, come for meh, come inside meh, fuck yes, God Dom fuck meh so good yes Christ ohhhh.”
Dom was coming hard, head back and wailing Billy’s name, hips buried inside him, and Billy was following, cock spurting around Dom’s hand, keening and taut and beautiful.
Billy must have blacked out, because the next thing he knew, he opened his eyes to Dom grinning at him, lying on his chest.
“Thought I killed you,” his lover said.
“Ngh. Well. Ye might have. Ah cannae feel mah legs,” Billy replied. He ran a hand through Dom’s sweaty hair, smiling at him. “You’ll have to carry meh around all th’ time.”
“Nah. I’ll just rig up some pulleys or sommat.” Dom nuzzled into Billy’s chest, lips brushing his skin lightly.
“It’s all for naught, though, if Ah’m stuck to this table, which I fear Ah may be.”
“Humph. Table was boring anyway. It’s an improvement.”
Billy hummed contentedly, messing Dom’s already unkempt hair. “I think we need a wash, don’t you?”
“Yeah, and I need to clean up this mess, but it can wait.”
“Too bad. I was looking forward to a nice shower with ye.”
Dom lifted his head, grinning. “Well, in that case, I guess I could manage.”
“Well, help me up, Ah don’t think I can stand.”
With a groan, Billy was lifted up, and he gingerly placed his feet on the floor, wincing as the muscles in his legs protested.
“Maybe it should be a bath,” he said, “Won’t be able to stand long enough.”
“I’ll hold you up,” Dom said, wrapping his arms around the other man.
Billy smiled. “I bet ye will.”
One sweet, long kiss, and Dom pulled away, taking Billy’s hand and leading him from the room. Billy looked down to avoid tripping over any errant obstacles, caught sight of the bottle of olive oil on the ground, and laughed so hard that Dom had to catch him.
“What the Christ?” Dom asked.
Billy pointed at the floor. “Extra Virgin,” he said, between breaths.
Dom looked down, his face broke into a grin, and he threw back his head and laughed along with his friend.
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