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fellowshippers2004-12-16 12:52 pm
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leather - monaboyd
"leather."
NC-17
bondage. smut. untruths.
738 words.
written by eri.
x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
monaboyd and fellow_shippers
Billy's noticed it before, but hasn't said anything until tonight.
Dom's got his feet on the coffee table, totally relaxed into the couch cushions, with his elbow propped on the arm of the sofa and his chin resting in his hand. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, until Billy sees Dom's head shift, until his cheek is against his palm and his nose is against his leather wristcuff. His friend inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and turns a becoming shade of pink when he catches Billy staring.
"What's all that?" Billy asks, nonchalantly.
"Um. Nothing. What?" Dom replies, settling back in the cushions with a guilty expression, unconsciously fingering the leather.
Billy's always had a supreme fascination with Dom's wristcuffs, with the way the black leather contrasts with Dom's skin, and the silver buckles catching the light when Dom moves. More than once he's thought about their implications (Dom tied to his bedposts, writhing, arching, begging).
Billy takes Dom's wrist in his hand, getting nothing but a glare from his friend in return. He runs a finger along the leather band, noticing that Dom's breathing has stilled significantly.
"Ye know, I've seen you do that before," he says, conversationally, as his fingertips caress the leather. "Think I don't notice?"
Dom clears his throat. "Do what?"
"This." Billy raises Dom's wrist to his face, eyes locked with his friend's as his nose presses against the band, inhaling the sharp smell of leather and skin and sweat. Dom's lips part, breath audible now.
"You like the smell of leather on you," Billy says.
Dom's eyes have gone wide, and the flush is back on his skin. "...yeah."
"It's a nice smell," Billy says, inhaling once more, and he feels Dom's wrist tremble in his hand. "You know what I like?"
"What?" Dom asks, shakily.
Billy's lips part, and his tongue licks at the leather band.
"I like the way leather looks on you," he purrs, and Dom whimpers.
Billy vows to give Dom what he wants, and get his own desires at the same time. Dom's hands on his skin are even better than he imagined, exploring and charting his body, discovering all the ways to make him moan and sigh. But even more than that, he wants Dom underneath him, wants to be the one to make Dom moan, wants to have that power over him.
Which is how Dom's silver scarf becomes tied through his cuffs, securing him to Billy's headboard, on his belly in his friend's bed, gasping as Billy's tongue and lips caress his spine, arching back into it. Dom's already begging with his mouth and his body, the scarf pulled taut against his wrists, and Billy decides that there will be other times to tease Dom to madness. Right now, all he wants to do is press him into the mattress and fuck him harder than anything he's ever had before.
Dom is perfect. Beautiful. Almost vulgar in his glory. And so, so hot around Billy, so tight, and begging for it, pleading for faster and harder and more as Billy's hands grip his hips tighter and he thrusts into him. Dom's propped on his elbows, head bent, spine arched, and Billy knows that his face is pressed into the leather. He can smell the spice of it mixed with their sweat, and he groans, hips working faster, fucking Dom so hard that the headboard is banging into the wall, gouging the paint, and he doesn't care, doesn't care, it's too fucking good.
Dom's whimpers and moans turn to shouts, crying out Billy's name and curses and prayers over and over as Billy gives it to him, and his body is tensing, shaking, every muscle taut as the scarf, his head thrown back and screaming so loud and so beautiful as he comes, and Billy sobs as Dom tightens around him, and he's gone, lost, falling into the abyss and it's so fucking good.
Billy unties Dom from the headboard, kissing his forehead as his lover rolls over, groaning. Billy's fingers undo the buckles on Dom's cuffs, pulling the leather from sweaty skin and kissing along the newly exposed flesh, making Dom shiver.
The cuffs are deposited on the nightstand, and Billy gives them a last fond look before turning back, wrapping his arms around Dom, who sighs contentedly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, calm and at peace once more.
NC-17
bondage. smut. untruths.
738 words.
written by eri.
x-posted to
monaboyd and fellow_shippersBilly's noticed it before, but hasn't said anything until tonight.
Dom's got his feet on the coffee table, totally relaxed into the couch cushions, with his elbow propped on the arm of the sofa and his chin resting in his hand. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, until Billy sees Dom's head shift, until his cheek is against his palm and his nose is against his leather wristcuff. His friend inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and turns a becoming shade of pink when he catches Billy staring.
"What's all that?" Billy asks, nonchalantly.
"Um. Nothing. What?" Dom replies, settling back in the cushions with a guilty expression, unconsciously fingering the leather.
Billy's always had a supreme fascination with Dom's wristcuffs, with the way the black leather contrasts with Dom's skin, and the silver buckles catching the light when Dom moves. More than once he's thought about their implications (Dom tied to his bedposts, writhing, arching, begging).
Billy takes Dom's wrist in his hand, getting nothing but a glare from his friend in return. He runs a finger along the leather band, noticing that Dom's breathing has stilled significantly.
"Ye know, I've seen you do that before," he says, conversationally, as his fingertips caress the leather. "Think I don't notice?"
Dom clears his throat. "Do what?"
"This." Billy raises Dom's wrist to his face, eyes locked with his friend's as his nose presses against the band, inhaling the sharp smell of leather and skin and sweat. Dom's lips part, breath audible now.
"You like the smell of leather on you," Billy says.
Dom's eyes have gone wide, and the flush is back on his skin. "...yeah."
"It's a nice smell," Billy says, inhaling once more, and he feels Dom's wrist tremble in his hand. "You know what I like?"
"What?" Dom asks, shakily.
Billy's lips part, and his tongue licks at the leather band.
"I like the way leather looks on you," he purrs, and Dom whimpers.
Billy vows to give Dom what he wants, and get his own desires at the same time. Dom's hands on his skin are even better than he imagined, exploring and charting his body, discovering all the ways to make him moan and sigh. But even more than that, he wants Dom underneath him, wants to be the one to make Dom moan, wants to have that power over him.
Which is how Dom's silver scarf becomes tied through his cuffs, securing him to Billy's headboard, on his belly in his friend's bed, gasping as Billy's tongue and lips caress his spine, arching back into it. Dom's already begging with his mouth and his body, the scarf pulled taut against his wrists, and Billy decides that there will be other times to tease Dom to madness. Right now, all he wants to do is press him into the mattress and fuck him harder than anything he's ever had before.
Dom is perfect. Beautiful. Almost vulgar in his glory. And so, so hot around Billy, so tight, and begging for it, pleading for faster and harder and more as Billy's hands grip his hips tighter and he thrusts into him. Dom's propped on his elbows, head bent, spine arched, and Billy knows that his face is pressed into the leather. He can smell the spice of it mixed with their sweat, and he groans, hips working faster, fucking Dom so hard that the headboard is banging into the wall, gouging the paint, and he doesn't care, doesn't care, it's too fucking good.
Dom's whimpers and moans turn to shouts, crying out Billy's name and curses and prayers over and over as Billy gives it to him, and his body is tensing, shaking, every muscle taut as the scarf, his head thrown back and screaming so loud and so beautiful as he comes, and Billy sobs as Dom tightens around him, and he's gone, lost, falling into the abyss and it's so fucking good.
Billy unties Dom from the headboard, kissing his forehead as his lover rolls over, groaning. Billy's fingers undo the buckles on Dom's cuffs, pulling the leather from sweaty skin and kissing along the newly exposed flesh, making Dom shiver.
The cuffs are deposited on the nightstand, and Billy gives them a last fond look before turning back, wrapping his arms around Dom, who sighs contentedly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, calm and at peace once more.
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Dom is perfect. Beautiful. Almost vulgar in his glory.
that describes his perfectly. Wonderful job!
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Raw...
I like raw...
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and i like that pic of dommie, as well. :p