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A BB/DM drabble (er, well, ficlet): "Restrained: IV"
Title: Restrained: IV
Website: http://geocities.com/beizy20
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, making it up.
Author's Notes: Yeeha! (I'm having way too much fun with this, guys.) Oh, and if you've missed it... Part one, part two, part three.
This installment is dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lionessfreedom! Happy birthday, girl. :D
~~~
Billy hypothesizes that what made their encounters serious was that they never drank before them. It was always under a bright, sober light that he went for Dom's wrists or for Dom's waist. So when they ended up blessedly alone after Dom came in from a "quick" drink with the boys, Billy knew something different might happen.
He was lounging in the kitchen when he saw headlights streak the walls. He shifted just a little when Dom came inside, listened to the metal clink of keys and the muffled sound of a coat being shrugged off. He already had his favorite lengths of cloth rope on the table in front of him, prepared and eager to greet Dom properly.
Dom came ambling into the kitchen, looking like sex incarnate--all grins topped with spiky hair. Billy smiled as Dom slipped over, buried his face in Billy's neck and nuzzled, keeping his hands carefully away.
"Mmm," Dom hummed, leaving invisible marks on Billy's skin, and Billy decided to let him do what he wanted for the moment.
Dom slid around the front of the chair, straddled Billy's lap and sat on his knees, fingers teasing with half-hearted holds at either side of Billy's shirt. "Been here all night?"
"Got in a couple of hours ago," Billy said, not moving to touch Dom at all, though his smile told volumes.
"Missed you," Dom sighed.
"Did you?"
Dom nodded with hesitancy in his eyes, wondering how much he could say. He was already half way to insanity--had been touching himself in the car on the way over, dying with wanting; had been all night.
But the best part was the dying.
So he nuzzled Billy's throat again, pleased when Billy's head tilted back.
"Wanna show you how much," Dom said, voice like honey-coated gravel, as his hands itched to touch--but they had not been given the permission to do so.
Smiling, Billy sat up as much as he could, reached around Dom, drew the thin rope between his fingers. He cinched the rope through Dom's cuffs and tied them behind Dom's back; the effort was automatic by now, he didn't even need to look.
"On your knees, then, Dommie..."
All the breath went out of Dom and he practically fell off Billy in his rush to get there, feeling the rope bite lines into his skin, knowing that in this he would only have his mouth and tongue to express himself.
He quivered and twitched through the long show Billy made of undoing his fly and ached with the need to make Billy react--which was, of course, his reward.
Billy closed his eyes, fingers of his left hand tangled in the back of Dom's hair as the delicious sensation of wet, silky tongue was on in seconds flat.
He opened his eyes when Dom swallowed him down his throat, making the heat press under his clothes, making the muscles in his throat cord up--but he never uttered a sound beyond erratic breathing.
Instead he savored the low, sloshy noise of Dom's suckling mouth--bob bob bob suck and back again. His eyes ticked to Dom's arms, bound and folded back like wings, as the younger man's chin swiveled to create friction, pushing further between Billy's thighs to get closer.
Red, swollen lips on pink cock obsessed Billy, along with the moisture that winked in the moonlight and the saliva and come mixture at the corners of Dom's mouth because he couldn't--didn't want to--wipe it away. Fixated on the suction, the pulling, the it's-too-much level of sensitivity.
And when he came, he felt Dom go still, and dug his fingers into the back of Dom's neck, hips off the chair as it flushed out of him in waves of internal tide; betrayed by nothing more than a sudden flush in his face and a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he pulsed and throbbed and came in Dom's mouth.
When he had been licked him clean he looked down, watching Dom rest his cheek on Billy's denim-clad thigh, watching him nuzzle closer, watching him refuse to admit that the ropes around his wrists hurt and that he liked it.
"Very good," Billy murmured, hand on Dom's cheek, pushing back the hair that stuck there, and Dom smiled, going very still between Billy's thighs.
~~~
Website: http://geocities.com/beizy20
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, making it up.
Author's Notes: Yeeha! (I'm having way too much fun with this, guys.) Oh, and if you've missed it... Part one, part two, part three.
This installment is dedicated to
lionessfreedom! Happy birthday, girl. :D~~~
Billy hypothesizes that what made their encounters serious was that they never drank before them. It was always under a bright, sober light that he went for Dom's wrists or for Dom's waist. So when they ended up blessedly alone after Dom came in from a "quick" drink with the boys, Billy knew something different might happen.
He was lounging in the kitchen when he saw headlights streak the walls. He shifted just a little when Dom came inside, listened to the metal clink of keys and the muffled sound of a coat being shrugged off. He already had his favorite lengths of cloth rope on the table in front of him, prepared and eager to greet Dom properly.
Dom came ambling into the kitchen, looking like sex incarnate--all grins topped with spiky hair. Billy smiled as Dom slipped over, buried his face in Billy's neck and nuzzled, keeping his hands carefully away.
"Mmm," Dom hummed, leaving invisible marks on Billy's skin, and Billy decided to let him do what he wanted for the moment.
Dom slid around the front of the chair, straddled Billy's lap and sat on his knees, fingers teasing with half-hearted holds at either side of Billy's shirt. "Been here all night?"
"Got in a couple of hours ago," Billy said, not moving to touch Dom at all, though his smile told volumes.
"Missed you," Dom sighed.
"Did you?"
Dom nodded with hesitancy in his eyes, wondering how much he could say. He was already half way to insanity--had been touching himself in the car on the way over, dying with wanting; had been all night.
But the best part was the dying.
So he nuzzled Billy's throat again, pleased when Billy's head tilted back.
"Wanna show you how much," Dom said, voice like honey-coated gravel, as his hands itched to touch--but they had not been given the permission to do so.
Smiling, Billy sat up as much as he could, reached around Dom, drew the thin rope between his fingers. He cinched the rope through Dom's cuffs and tied them behind Dom's back; the effort was automatic by now, he didn't even need to look.
"On your knees, then, Dommie..."
All the breath went out of Dom and he practically fell off Billy in his rush to get there, feeling the rope bite lines into his skin, knowing that in this he would only have his mouth and tongue to express himself.
He quivered and twitched through the long show Billy made of undoing his fly and ached with the need to make Billy react--which was, of course, his reward.
Billy closed his eyes, fingers of his left hand tangled in the back of Dom's hair as the delicious sensation of wet, silky tongue was on in seconds flat.
He opened his eyes when Dom swallowed him down his throat, making the heat press under his clothes, making the muscles in his throat cord up--but he never uttered a sound beyond erratic breathing.
Instead he savored the low, sloshy noise of Dom's suckling mouth--bob bob bob suck and back again. His eyes ticked to Dom's arms, bound and folded back like wings, as the younger man's chin swiveled to create friction, pushing further between Billy's thighs to get closer.
Red, swollen lips on pink cock obsessed Billy, along with the moisture that winked in the moonlight and the saliva and come mixture at the corners of Dom's mouth because he couldn't--didn't want to--wipe it away. Fixated on the suction, the pulling, the it's-too-much level of sensitivity.
And when he came, he felt Dom go still, and dug his fingers into the back of Dom's neck, hips off the chair as it flushed out of him in waves of internal tide; betrayed by nothing more than a sudden flush in his face and a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he pulsed and throbbed and came in Dom's mouth.
When he had been licked him clean he looked down, watching Dom rest his cheek on Billy's denim-clad thigh, watching him nuzzle closer, watching him refuse to admit that the ropes around his wrists hurt and that he liked it.
"Very good," Billy murmured, hand on Dom's cheek, pushing back the hair that stuck there, and Dom smiled, going very still between Billy's thighs.
~~~
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Hot.
*runs off to take a cold shower*
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*thud*
Wow.
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Er, um, THUD?!?!
Great job!!
(THANK YOU FOR THE DEDI!! *grins wildly* You're too good to me!)
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