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fellowshippers2003-06-25 07:33 pm
beizy.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-06-25 07:33 pm
A BB/DM drabble (er, well, ficlet): "Restrained: III"
Title: Restrained: III
Website: http://geocities.com/beizy20
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, making it up.
Author's Notes: Let the fun begin, WOO! (I'm kinktastic, apparently.) Enjoy, guys. Oh, by the way? I reiterate that the blame is on Tracey. LOL. Oh, and if you've missed it... Part one, part two.
~~~
Billy guesses it's fine, because Dom never said anything about it. It became an unspoken thing. It was simple and evasive in the beginning. Billy stocked up on things he might use, without telling Dom, and Dom never asked where the things came from.
Tonight he pulled out a length of fabric that was, he guessed, supposed to serve as a handkerchief. He crept up behind Dom as Dom was busy writing in his journal and lightly dangled the cloth in front of his eyes.
Dom perked up; gave him a look.
"That for me?"
"Mm," was Billy's only reply as his right hand applied a pressure to the back of Dom's neck, turning the Brit's face straight ahead again. Pliant and silent, Dom took the hint, and rested his head back against Billy's stomach.
The cloth wriggled enticingly against his chin, then his lips, where it caused a shuddery tingle, then over his eyes. He exhaled carefully as Billy cinched the cloth over his eyes, creating a blindfold, and tied it securely in place.
Billy kneeled behind Dom's chair, staying close, his face brushing the length of Dom's neck and shoulder as he moved. He felt Dom shiver.
From his pocket he slipped a second slender length of cloth. With his chin on Dom's shoulder he reached around, circling Dom in his arms, each hand lightly taking Dom's wrists from the desk and bringing them back around the chair. Pinning them one over the other behind the wooden back, he tied two careful knots through the leather cuffs there, a third around the actual wrists, and a fourth to seal the whole thing to the back of the chair.
Burying his lips just behind Dom's earlobe, he whispered, "How quiet can you be?"
Dom answered in a matching tone, "How quiet do you want me?"
Billy grinned, giving the wrist bonds another tug, thinking they might be just a smidgen uncomfortable, thinking that Dom probably liked it. "Good answer," he replied, feeling the whole length of his and Dom's shared, unstable breathing as they became painfully aroused together.
"Want you silent," Bill breathed, hands around Dom's front again, methodically snapping the buttons off his shirt without even bothering to undo them. With muffled, soft plunks the tiny buttons hit the floor one by one until the shirt slipped open, and the heat coming off Dom's skin swelled in intensity.
Billy's thumb and forefinger circled casually, bringing up goosebumps in their wake, before closing in on Dom's left nipple and giving it a slow, hard squeeze.
"...until I say you can make noise, Dommie," he finished, his other hand joining the first and repeating the motion on the other already-beaded nub. He grinned; feeling Dom's hips lift slightly, feeling the sensation spike its way through Dom's body. "Don't need much help, do you, hm?"
Dom made no noise, though, and Billy couldn't see his face. Nodding with approval, he smoothed a hand down Dom's belly, fingers meeting rough denim, sliding past, teasing a metal zipper, and closing there without pretense on the rock-hard bulge offered up so willingly. Billy cupped and squeezed the spot and watched Dom jerk slightly off the chair again, chest and throat tight with restricted sound. He bit down softly on Dom's shoulder, then licked the salty skin there.
"More?"
Dom chewed his bottom lip harder, careful to make no sound, and nodded.
~~~
Website: http://geocities.com/beizy20
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, making it up.
Author's Notes: Let the fun begin, WOO! (I'm kinktastic, apparently.) Enjoy, guys. Oh, by the way? I reiterate that the blame is on Tracey. LOL. Oh, and if you've missed it... Part one, part two.
~~~
Billy guesses it's fine, because Dom never said anything about it. It became an unspoken thing. It was simple and evasive in the beginning. Billy stocked up on things he might use, without telling Dom, and Dom never asked where the things came from.
Tonight he pulled out a length of fabric that was, he guessed, supposed to serve as a handkerchief. He crept up behind Dom as Dom was busy writing in his journal and lightly dangled the cloth in front of his eyes.
Dom perked up; gave him a look.
"That for me?"
"Mm," was Billy's only reply as his right hand applied a pressure to the back of Dom's neck, turning the Brit's face straight ahead again. Pliant and silent, Dom took the hint, and rested his head back against Billy's stomach.
The cloth wriggled enticingly against his chin, then his lips, where it caused a shuddery tingle, then over his eyes. He exhaled carefully as Billy cinched the cloth over his eyes, creating a blindfold, and tied it securely in place.
Billy kneeled behind Dom's chair, staying close, his face brushing the length of Dom's neck and shoulder as he moved. He felt Dom shiver.
From his pocket he slipped a second slender length of cloth. With his chin on Dom's shoulder he reached around, circling Dom in his arms, each hand lightly taking Dom's wrists from the desk and bringing them back around the chair. Pinning them one over the other behind the wooden back, he tied two careful knots through the leather cuffs there, a third around the actual wrists, and a fourth to seal the whole thing to the back of the chair.
Burying his lips just behind Dom's earlobe, he whispered, "How quiet can you be?"
Dom answered in a matching tone, "How quiet do you want me?"
Billy grinned, giving the wrist bonds another tug, thinking they might be just a smidgen uncomfortable, thinking that Dom probably liked it. "Good answer," he replied, feeling the whole length of his and Dom's shared, unstable breathing as they became painfully aroused together.
"Want you silent," Bill breathed, hands around Dom's front again, methodically snapping the buttons off his shirt without even bothering to undo them. With muffled, soft plunks the tiny buttons hit the floor one by one until the shirt slipped open, and the heat coming off Dom's skin swelled in intensity.
Billy's thumb and forefinger circled casually, bringing up goosebumps in their wake, before closing in on Dom's left nipple and giving it a slow, hard squeeze.
"...until I say you can make noise, Dommie," he finished, his other hand joining the first and repeating the motion on the other already-beaded nub. He grinned; feeling Dom's hips lift slightly, feeling the sensation spike its way through Dom's body. "Don't need much help, do you, hm?"
Dom made no noise, though, and Billy couldn't see his face. Nodding with approval, he smoothed a hand down Dom's belly, fingers meeting rough denim, sliding past, teasing a metal zipper, and closing there without pretense on the rock-hard bulge offered up so willingly. Billy cupped and squeezed the spot and watched Dom jerk slightly off the chair again, chest and throat tight with restricted sound. He bit down softly on Dom's shoulder, then licked the salty skin there.
"More?"
Dom chewed his bottom lip harder, careful to make no sound, and nodded.
~~~
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