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juweldom.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2002-08-12 09:08 am
Another answer to Jenwyn's Gap Challenge:
Here you go, Jenwyn. Enjoy.
Title: "Ouch"
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Category: guffawing PWP
Warning: odd tooth fetish
Disclaimer: This is a parody of real persons--that is to say a *characterization*; fiction. Not true. (Though I certainly wouldn't mind if it were). No money was made making this, but hopefully it will bring a laugh or two.
Summary: Dom tries to make up for Orli's cutting remark about Elijah's teeth.
Notes: This is answering Jenwyn's "Fall into the Gap" challenge.
*****
Dom hardly remembered the comment which set off their evening.
It was Orli's fault--wasn't it always? They were just finishing off the Caradhras scene where Frodo had to choose between the horrible mines of Moria--fuck, Dom just loved how that rolled off John's tongue in that rumbling voice of his--or the Gap of Rohan, at which Orlando just had to open that big mouth of his, "Or we could just cross through that big space between your teeth, Doodle!"
Ouch.
Dom saw Elijah try to smile and laugh it off, professional as always, but he could tell by the sudden tensing in his shoulders and the way he almost unconsciously dipped his head away when he laughed--as if trying to hide something--that it had hit a nerve. Dom felt a surge of emotion he didn't quite want to identify--anger or protectiveness, maybe jealousy too. How could Orlando say anything bad about that smile? That incredible, open, "I'm not going to let Hollywood change me" gap-toothed smile? Every time Elijah flashed it, Dom's knees turned to jelly.
Bugger that Orli. Hey, he was a dear friend, really, but it pissed Dom off when he went shooting off his mouth like that, without a thought or a care in the world. After all, he was so damn sure of himself, wasn't he; he probably hadn't a clue this might be a sensitive issue for 'Lij. One didn't generally confess their fears to Orli, no matter how great a mate--he was all about facing fears and laughing at them. Not a self-conscious bone in his body, either--probably never popped a bloody pimple before in his life.
Dom, now, he knew. Awkward days in makeup when he was younger doing that Hetty series--okay, skin looked well enough now, but thankfully the world hadn't seen him at fifteen. He still hated his ears, and his nose too, come to think of it. Liv had called it a "cute little squashed nose," as if that was a compliment. Rather have a straight Roman one like Bean, if it was all the same, thanks.
They finished the shot and broke for the day, the little comment all but forgotten as they shook off fake snow and clambered out of the studio set of the avalanche scene. Now the jokes were all about the fake snow--stuck in all the wigs and beards and eyelashes and probably working its way into every imaginable crevice. Dom sneezed. Damn stuff went up the nose too. He sneezed again, sending a shower of the stuff falling from his curly wig.
"Costume's gonna have a time getting this crap out," Elijah quipped, falling into step with Dom as they made their way over to Makeup. Billy and Orli were still having fun with the stuff, trying to stuff it down each other's trousers and leggings.
"Use the shower at my place--should take care of the problem," Dom returned with a sly smile, a nervous quiver in his stomach. Elijah winked at him, and the quiver became a full blown shudder moving through him.
Orli emerged as called out to them, "Coming to my place for the card game tonight? We have to show the filthy humans what's what!"
Elijah waved a hand at him, shaking his head. "I'm gonna try to get a little something called 'sleep' tonight, thanks. We'll defend you next time!"
Elijah threw another look at Dom as Orli groaned and called them cowards; the look was enough to sizzle bacon. Dom fought the urge to wrap an arm around 'Lij--they hadn't told anyone about them yet, though Dom knew Billy and Sean already suspected--they'd kept just a little extra distance the past few days, respecting their privacy.
"Sorry, Orli. I'm knackered," Dom said, and he didn't have to fake the huge yawn to accompany it. They really *would* sleep. Eventually.
After they changed out of costumes (Dom swore there was still bits of that white snow junk in his ears) and grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the cafeteria (decent ones, these Kiwis made), they drove over to Dom's house. Elijah showered first--they hadn't really hit the "let's shower together" thing and anyway that seemed almost a little too prissy to Dom's mind. Just because he was sleeping with his mate didn't mean he was a poofter.
Dom showered next, and he didn't even mind that 'Lij had used up most of the hot water--the sight of him leaving the bathroom in just a towel around that incredible sexy little torso was reward enough. Not to mention the droplets of water trickling down his flat white chest--one drop went right over the dark nipple and Dom had to hold the doorframe until his knuckles ached not to strut right up like a bloody rooster, throw that skinny body on the bed and start ravishing him right there. But he was dirty, sweaty, gritty and he stank. Not a good comparison to Mr. Brilliant White Boy, so clean his arse cheeks probably squeaked when he walked. Dom grinned, imagining what he'd do to those arse cheeks later.
When Dom emerged from the bathroom, shaking water from his hair, he found Elijah out on the balcony smoking on of those clove ciggies and munching on a sandwich. He waved Dom to come out and Dom threw up his hands in a gesture which said "What, in the towel?" and 'Lij nodded eagerly, grinning as he leaned back on the railing and made a production of looking Dom up and down.
Bloody hell, he was quivering like fucking virgin. Elijah couldn't seem to stop grinning and as he drew closer Dom saw a little piece of something--bread probably--stuck between those little front teeth of his. He was overpowered by the urge to swoop in and lick away that bit of matter, rub his bottom lip against the jagged edge along that gap, wiggle his tongue against it. Shit, was he a nutter or what? Why did that tiny little trait turn him on so much?
Elijah discovered the bit before he did and plucked it out, grimacing. "Shit, I must look like a geek. I hate when that happens." Something flashed over his face--that same something Dom had seen earlier when Orli made his little comment. Elijah turned to look at the view--wispy clouds in a purple sky just starting to show the first stars.
Dom wrapped one arm around him and pulled him in for a friendly hug. "Did Orli's little shitty remark bother you?"
Elijah's brows drew together and his jaw dropped open. "How did you--" He snorted, fiddling with the leftover sandwich package and shifting his weight from foot to foot. Little bundle of energy--*his* little bundle of energy, Dom thought with a fierce sort of pride. Didn't want to look too closely at the emotions behind that sentiment, you know, but that didn't stop him from feeling it.
Dom smirked, blushing, and this time he let himself give in to his urges and raised one thumb up to slowly part Elijah's lips and run his thumb along the little ridge of the gap, feeling himself grow hard--very hard. "I've been thinking about this gorgeous little feature for a while, mate--that's why I noticed you tensing at Orli's remark. I thought maybe it bothered you. I still can't believe they made you cover these teeth for that one film. They're perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect."
Elijah's eyes slowly closed and he began to suck on Dom's thumb, scraping his teeth along the calloused pad of it as he leaned into Dom's side, rubbing unmistakable evidence of his interest into the slightly damp towel still covering Dom--which wouldn't be covering him for long if 'Lij kept undulating his hips that way . . .
"Let's go inside. I don't want to give the world a show," Dom whispered, regretfully removing his thumb and promising himself to replace it soon with his tongue as he drew Elijah in towards the bedroom. In the stumble to the bed he managed to lose his towel and Elijah managed to toss off his shirt and jeans so that when Dom pushed him down into the mattress it was two naked bodies sliding together in sweet slick heat, making them both gasp aloud with the pleasure.
They could have just wanked each other off--they'd done that the first time--but no, Dom wanted something different this time, something special. He kind of wanted 'Lij's mouth on his nipples, but that would be just too weird to ask for, so he'd settle for doing it himself and hope it gave the young man ideas . . . and then sucking him off, yeah, that had been sweet--he wanted to try that again, and then maybe, just maybe a little penetrating. They hadn't made that final step yet--hah. No lube. He was ready this time.
'Lij's eyes were fixed on him and whoo, that was just devastating--the smile and the eyes together could kill a person with want. Dom lowered his head to fulfill his promise to himself and flicked his tongue back and forth across that little gap, each little scratch against his tongue making his stomach twitch in excitement. Better to concentrate on that rather than the silky feel of their cocks rubbing together which was going to send him over the edge soon if he thought too long about it. Hoo, better shift weight, actually, right now.
Lying on his side and holding Elijah down with one arm so that he could get his fill of him, Dom began to deepen the kiss, fucking his mouth with his tongue and exploring every nook and cranny. Elijah moaned and clutched at him, dragging his ragged little fingernails down the muscles of Dom's arm, down his back, squirming to try to get his cock some stimulation against Dom's thigh. Dom had to come up for air finally and Elijah groaned. "Man you are one fucking good kisser."
Dom gave a wicked grin. "I'm only getting started, sexy thing. I'm going to make it up to you for not defending you earlier. Don't ever think you're not a hundred percent fantastic."
He leaned over and began to nibble and lick Elijah's chest, up the breast bone and along the ribs first as 'Lij squeaked and squirmed, complaining that it tickled. Dom then flicked the sharp little point of his tongue on and around first one nipple, then the other, moving slowly from licking, to kissing and sucking, and finally to nibbling, until Elijah half croaked and half moaned, "Shit, Dom, you trying to kill me?"
"Impatient brat," Dom said, but he kissed his way down the torso as he said it, watching Elijah's face, the beads of sweat on his upper lip--oh yeah, from this angle and the way 'Lij's mouth was half open with his panting, he could get a real good look at those teeth. Shit he was sick. And loving it.
But now he had reached the little bundle of curls and a very eager looking cock, weeping with precum. Hmm, should he tease him here too? Nah. He was getting a little frantic himself. So with a long lick up the shaft and another around the head to tongue up the goo, he took Elijah full into his mouth, down his throat.
"Unnnnngh," Maybe Elijah was actually trying to say something and maybe not, but the choked sound and the way his hands were twisting in the bedsheets made Dom chuckle low in his throat--and that simply brought forth and even louder moan and something unintelligible about Dom's ass? Oh, calling him an asshole. Hee hee.
Dom was fully prepared to go the distance, but Elijah had other ideas. Dom was just setting up a rhythm when hands were pushing him away, then suddenly Elijah's full weight was on him, throwing him onto his back and pinning his arms back. Dom grinned. Little fucker was strong when he wanted to be. "Gettin' aggressive, are we?"
Elijah's smile was wolfish now. "Shut up, Dom. It's my turn to tease. Then I'm going to fuck you." He straddled Dom's hips, grinding slowly into him to punctuate his point.
"You fuck me . . ." Dom considered. That wasn't the way he had imagined it. 'Lij was so . . . so bottomish. But shit, he was already a cocksucker. Why not? "Do I get to squeal like a princess?" He tested Elijah's hold on him. Pretty decent. He could break it easily if he wanted to, but no, let him be on top. *This* time.
"Squeal away," Elijah quipped, then bent down to run his jagged little teeth up Dom's neck.
"Ohhhhhh," Dom couldn't help starting the 'squealing' right away. So now 'Lij knew what he wanted. Lord have mercy on him.
Elijah nibbled and sucked his way up to one earlobe, raking his teeth along the edge of it until Dom was sure he was going to start levitating, lavishing it with his tongue, then moving to the other ear and giving that one the same treatment. All the while his thumbs moved in slow circles around Dom's nipples, goading them into stiff peaks. With his weight on him Dom couldn't even squirm, though he longed to. Oh shit, he was dead; he was simply dead.
When both ears were tingling madly, Elijah moved down to the throat. A little nick here and a nick there with the teeth, along the jaw and down the side to the shoulder--then a hard bite. Dom cried out, bucking, Elijah *snickered* at him--oh, he was going to get him later for that one--and then lovingly sucked and tongued the injured spot, drawing another moan from Dom. He was so hard he ached, and if matters weren't tended to soon he was going to fucking explode.
"Are you going to fuck me *today*, Elwood?" He grit out in a last clinging to sanity.
Elijah spoke against his shoulder, the feathery movement of his lips sending delightful tremors through the sensitive abused skin there. "Let's see--what did you say earlier? 'I'm just getting started, sexy thing.' Sweet that you thought I needed defending, but I can hold my own. So glad you told me you liked that stupid fucking little gap, though. So this is kinda my 'thank you'."
Dom bit back a retort, for now Elijah was moving down to those nipples and oh yes, scraping his teeth down all the way. Ha--he could feel it; actually feel the gap against the hypersensitive areola as Elijah sucked and nibbled on the stiff peak. Dom was panting like a locomotive, keeping his fingers locked on Elijah’s shoulders and his eyes open to watch that gorgeous mouth move over him. One side, then the other--oh god, how much more--and then down, and down, and down. And suddenly away.
"'Lij . . . . " he groaned, promising himself that next time he was *really* going to make the imp pay, make him scream and beg and--and--well he'd think of more things when his brain was functioning again. But Elijah was only digging at the night table for the lube and condoms, then he was back, rubbing his smooth shaven cheek against the inside of Dom's thigh as his finger began to work its way into him, corkscrewing as he spread the lube about and began to widen things. Dom closed his eyes and tried to relax--oh, his balls were beginning to ache. It was probably a good thing 'Lij hadn't put his mouth on him; he probably would've shot right off. Fucking tease.
Second finger--yeah, he'd tried that on himself, nothing new--except of course it was Elijah and he was pretty damn good at this, and Dom was wondering just how new this all was to him . . . "You're crossing new territory there, you know, 'Lij." He opened his eyes to watch Elijah's reaction.
A fiercely joyous gleam came into those blues. "I claim this ass in the name of--ow!" He broke off as Dom glared at him and pinched his ear. He lightly bit Dom's knee, making him jump. "Not wise to pinch a guy with two fingers up your ass, Dom. He might do something like this . . ." He withdrew both then suddenly shoved up three and Dom saw stars, but whether it was in pain or pleasure he really couldn't say.
"Ooh--found it, didn't I," Elijah whispered, and plunged again. Okay, that was melting his bones; that was something he'd *never* felt before. And he was bleeding ready now, thank you.
Elijah saw the pleading look in his eye. Suddenly play time was over; he swiftly donned a condom and put a pillow under to get Dom into position, then raised himself over him, staring deep into his eyes, almost vulnerable, Dom thought, despite the fact he was the one in the position of power. Half closing his eyes, Elijah nuzzled Dom's neck and very lightly bit him again, whispering. "I'll go easy on you, I promise. You tell me when to move. Just relax. And push out."
Dom could feel the head enter, stretching him, burning--but Elijah's hand was on his cock stroking, and the pain blurred with the pleasure until he found he was relaxing and being entered deeper and deeper--wow, strange, really strange, but good, he decided. Elijah sank in all the way, watching him--Dom smiled--only thing he could really do at this point because he was so close to coming, and Elijah smiled back. "Move--quick!" Dom gasped, because it was all becoming too much--Elijah's hand on him, his cock in him, and that incredible gap-toothed smile . . .
And Elijah moved, hard now, deep and sure, and as he tried a few different angles he hit that little spot again and Dom nodded frantically, clutching at him and thrusting up to get as much of him as he possibly could, trying so hard to keep his eyes open though it seemed like sparks were going off in his vision. Elijah's thumb circled the slit and with one more pump Dom was coming, yelling he had no fucking idea what. Just in time as thoughts started to land in his skull again and the waves of pleasure receded, he heard Elijah cry out and watched him throw back his head and sink home, his mouth open in a grimace as he spilled his seed inside. Dom just couldn't help it. He ran his thumb over those teeth again, just one last time. For tonight, anyway. Then Elijah collapsed on top of him.
"Buh-buh-buh. Good." Elijah mumbled. Dom grinned. Good; he wasn't the only one spouting nonsense.
Several moments passed. Dom almost thought Elijah had fallen asleep on him, when suddenly he raised his head and looked into Dom's eyes. "You know your eyes are almost black when you come?" Wow, such tenderness in his voice. Like he was trying to say something--well, other than what he was saying.
"I could make neon signs with yours," Dom whispered back. Shit, his whole body had been practically glowing.
"But you do have kind of funny ears, you know." A sparkle of mirth in the depths.
"Ouch."
Elijah grinned, nuzzling him again. "Ooh, sorry. Guess I'll have to make it up to you. After some sleep."
Dom adjusted their positions so that 'Lij was comfortably nestled under one arm, and sighed contentedly. Between yawns he mumbled, "Sounds great to me."
***end***
Title: "Ouch"
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Category: guffawing PWP
Warning: odd tooth fetish
Disclaimer: This is a parody of real persons--that is to say a *characterization*; fiction. Not true. (Though I certainly wouldn't mind if it were). No money was made making this, but hopefully it will bring a laugh or two.
Summary: Dom tries to make up for Orli's cutting remark about Elijah's teeth.
Notes: This is answering Jenwyn's "Fall into the Gap" challenge.
*****
Dom hardly remembered the comment which set off their evening.
It was Orli's fault--wasn't it always? They were just finishing off the Caradhras scene where Frodo had to choose between the horrible mines of Moria--fuck, Dom just loved how that rolled off John's tongue in that rumbling voice of his--or the Gap of Rohan, at which Orlando just had to open that big mouth of his, "Or we could just cross through that big space between your teeth, Doodle!"
Ouch.
Dom saw Elijah try to smile and laugh it off, professional as always, but he could tell by the sudden tensing in his shoulders and the way he almost unconsciously dipped his head away when he laughed--as if trying to hide something--that it had hit a nerve. Dom felt a surge of emotion he didn't quite want to identify--anger or protectiveness, maybe jealousy too. How could Orlando say anything bad about that smile? That incredible, open, "I'm not going to let Hollywood change me" gap-toothed smile? Every time Elijah flashed it, Dom's knees turned to jelly.
Bugger that Orli. Hey, he was a dear friend, really, but it pissed Dom off when he went shooting off his mouth like that, without a thought or a care in the world. After all, he was so damn sure of himself, wasn't he; he probably hadn't a clue this might be a sensitive issue for 'Lij. One didn't generally confess their fears to Orli, no matter how great a mate--he was all about facing fears and laughing at them. Not a self-conscious bone in his body, either--probably never popped a bloody pimple before in his life.
Dom, now, he knew. Awkward days in makeup when he was younger doing that Hetty series--okay, skin looked well enough now, but thankfully the world hadn't seen him at fifteen. He still hated his ears, and his nose too, come to think of it. Liv had called it a "cute little squashed nose," as if that was a compliment. Rather have a straight Roman one like Bean, if it was all the same, thanks.
They finished the shot and broke for the day, the little comment all but forgotten as they shook off fake snow and clambered out of the studio set of the avalanche scene. Now the jokes were all about the fake snow--stuck in all the wigs and beards and eyelashes and probably working its way into every imaginable crevice. Dom sneezed. Damn stuff went up the nose too. He sneezed again, sending a shower of the stuff falling from his curly wig.
"Costume's gonna have a time getting this crap out," Elijah quipped, falling into step with Dom as they made their way over to Makeup. Billy and Orli were still having fun with the stuff, trying to stuff it down each other's trousers and leggings.
"Use the shower at my place--should take care of the problem," Dom returned with a sly smile, a nervous quiver in his stomach. Elijah winked at him, and the quiver became a full blown shudder moving through him.
Orli emerged as called out to them, "Coming to my place for the card game tonight? We have to show the filthy humans what's what!"
Elijah waved a hand at him, shaking his head. "I'm gonna try to get a little something called 'sleep' tonight, thanks. We'll defend you next time!"
Elijah threw another look at Dom as Orli groaned and called them cowards; the look was enough to sizzle bacon. Dom fought the urge to wrap an arm around 'Lij--they hadn't told anyone about them yet, though Dom knew Billy and Sean already suspected--they'd kept just a little extra distance the past few days, respecting their privacy.
"Sorry, Orli. I'm knackered," Dom said, and he didn't have to fake the huge yawn to accompany it. They really *would* sleep. Eventually.
After they changed out of costumes (Dom swore there was still bits of that white snow junk in his ears) and grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the cafeteria (decent ones, these Kiwis made), they drove over to Dom's house. Elijah showered first--they hadn't really hit the "let's shower together" thing and anyway that seemed almost a little too prissy to Dom's mind. Just because he was sleeping with his mate didn't mean he was a poofter.
Dom showered next, and he didn't even mind that 'Lij had used up most of the hot water--the sight of him leaving the bathroom in just a towel around that incredible sexy little torso was reward enough. Not to mention the droplets of water trickling down his flat white chest--one drop went right over the dark nipple and Dom had to hold the doorframe until his knuckles ached not to strut right up like a bloody rooster, throw that skinny body on the bed and start ravishing him right there. But he was dirty, sweaty, gritty and he stank. Not a good comparison to Mr. Brilliant White Boy, so clean his arse cheeks probably squeaked when he walked. Dom grinned, imagining what he'd do to those arse cheeks later.
When Dom emerged from the bathroom, shaking water from his hair, he found Elijah out on the balcony smoking on of those clove ciggies and munching on a sandwich. He waved Dom to come out and Dom threw up his hands in a gesture which said "What, in the towel?" and 'Lij nodded eagerly, grinning as he leaned back on the railing and made a production of looking Dom up and down.
Bloody hell, he was quivering like fucking virgin. Elijah couldn't seem to stop grinning and as he drew closer Dom saw a little piece of something--bread probably--stuck between those little front teeth of his. He was overpowered by the urge to swoop in and lick away that bit of matter, rub his bottom lip against the jagged edge along that gap, wiggle his tongue against it. Shit, was he a nutter or what? Why did that tiny little trait turn him on so much?
Elijah discovered the bit before he did and plucked it out, grimacing. "Shit, I must look like a geek. I hate when that happens." Something flashed over his face--that same something Dom had seen earlier when Orli made his little comment. Elijah turned to look at the view--wispy clouds in a purple sky just starting to show the first stars.
Dom wrapped one arm around him and pulled him in for a friendly hug. "Did Orli's little shitty remark bother you?"
Elijah's brows drew together and his jaw dropped open. "How did you--" He snorted, fiddling with the leftover sandwich package and shifting his weight from foot to foot. Little bundle of energy--*his* little bundle of energy, Dom thought with a fierce sort of pride. Didn't want to look too closely at the emotions behind that sentiment, you know, but that didn't stop him from feeling it.
Dom smirked, blushing, and this time he let himself give in to his urges and raised one thumb up to slowly part Elijah's lips and run his thumb along the little ridge of the gap, feeling himself grow hard--very hard. "I've been thinking about this gorgeous little feature for a while, mate--that's why I noticed you tensing at Orli's remark. I thought maybe it bothered you. I still can't believe they made you cover these teeth for that one film. They're perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect."
Elijah's eyes slowly closed and he began to suck on Dom's thumb, scraping his teeth along the calloused pad of it as he leaned into Dom's side, rubbing unmistakable evidence of his interest into the slightly damp towel still covering Dom--which wouldn't be covering him for long if 'Lij kept undulating his hips that way . . .
"Let's go inside. I don't want to give the world a show," Dom whispered, regretfully removing his thumb and promising himself to replace it soon with his tongue as he drew Elijah in towards the bedroom. In the stumble to the bed he managed to lose his towel and Elijah managed to toss off his shirt and jeans so that when Dom pushed him down into the mattress it was two naked bodies sliding together in sweet slick heat, making them both gasp aloud with the pleasure.
They could have just wanked each other off--they'd done that the first time--but no, Dom wanted something different this time, something special. He kind of wanted 'Lij's mouth on his nipples, but that would be just too weird to ask for, so he'd settle for doing it himself and hope it gave the young man ideas . . . and then sucking him off, yeah, that had been sweet--he wanted to try that again, and then maybe, just maybe a little penetrating. They hadn't made that final step yet--hah. No lube. He was ready this time.
'Lij's eyes were fixed on him and whoo, that was just devastating--the smile and the eyes together could kill a person with want. Dom lowered his head to fulfill his promise to himself and flicked his tongue back and forth across that little gap, each little scratch against his tongue making his stomach twitch in excitement. Better to concentrate on that rather than the silky feel of their cocks rubbing together which was going to send him over the edge soon if he thought too long about it. Hoo, better shift weight, actually, right now.
Lying on his side and holding Elijah down with one arm so that he could get his fill of him, Dom began to deepen the kiss, fucking his mouth with his tongue and exploring every nook and cranny. Elijah moaned and clutched at him, dragging his ragged little fingernails down the muscles of Dom's arm, down his back, squirming to try to get his cock some stimulation against Dom's thigh. Dom had to come up for air finally and Elijah groaned. "Man you are one fucking good kisser."
Dom gave a wicked grin. "I'm only getting started, sexy thing. I'm going to make it up to you for not defending you earlier. Don't ever think you're not a hundred percent fantastic."
He leaned over and began to nibble and lick Elijah's chest, up the breast bone and along the ribs first as 'Lij squeaked and squirmed, complaining that it tickled. Dom then flicked the sharp little point of his tongue on and around first one nipple, then the other, moving slowly from licking, to kissing and sucking, and finally to nibbling, until Elijah half croaked and half moaned, "Shit, Dom, you trying to kill me?"
"Impatient brat," Dom said, but he kissed his way down the torso as he said it, watching Elijah's face, the beads of sweat on his upper lip--oh yeah, from this angle and the way 'Lij's mouth was half open with his panting, he could get a real good look at those teeth. Shit he was sick. And loving it.
But now he had reached the little bundle of curls and a very eager looking cock, weeping with precum. Hmm, should he tease him here too? Nah. He was getting a little frantic himself. So with a long lick up the shaft and another around the head to tongue up the goo, he took Elijah full into his mouth, down his throat.
"Unnnnngh," Maybe Elijah was actually trying to say something and maybe not, but the choked sound and the way his hands were twisting in the bedsheets made Dom chuckle low in his throat--and that simply brought forth and even louder moan and something unintelligible about Dom's ass? Oh, calling him an asshole. Hee hee.
Dom was fully prepared to go the distance, but Elijah had other ideas. Dom was just setting up a rhythm when hands were pushing him away, then suddenly Elijah's full weight was on him, throwing him onto his back and pinning his arms back. Dom grinned. Little fucker was strong when he wanted to be. "Gettin' aggressive, are we?"
Elijah's smile was wolfish now. "Shut up, Dom. It's my turn to tease. Then I'm going to fuck you." He straddled Dom's hips, grinding slowly into him to punctuate his point.
"You fuck me . . ." Dom considered. That wasn't the way he had imagined it. 'Lij was so . . . so bottomish. But shit, he was already a cocksucker. Why not? "Do I get to squeal like a princess?" He tested Elijah's hold on him. Pretty decent. He could break it easily if he wanted to, but no, let him be on top. *This* time.
"Squeal away," Elijah quipped, then bent down to run his jagged little teeth up Dom's neck.
"Ohhhhhh," Dom couldn't help starting the 'squealing' right away. So now 'Lij knew what he wanted. Lord have mercy on him.
Elijah nibbled and sucked his way up to one earlobe, raking his teeth along the edge of it until Dom was sure he was going to start levitating, lavishing it with his tongue, then moving to the other ear and giving that one the same treatment. All the while his thumbs moved in slow circles around Dom's nipples, goading them into stiff peaks. With his weight on him Dom couldn't even squirm, though he longed to. Oh shit, he was dead; he was simply dead.
When both ears were tingling madly, Elijah moved down to the throat. A little nick here and a nick there with the teeth, along the jaw and down the side to the shoulder--then a hard bite. Dom cried out, bucking, Elijah *snickered* at him--oh, he was going to get him later for that one--and then lovingly sucked and tongued the injured spot, drawing another moan from Dom. He was so hard he ached, and if matters weren't tended to soon he was going to fucking explode.
"Are you going to fuck me *today*, Elwood?" He grit out in a last clinging to sanity.
Elijah spoke against his shoulder, the feathery movement of his lips sending delightful tremors through the sensitive abused skin there. "Let's see--what did you say earlier? 'I'm just getting started, sexy thing.' Sweet that you thought I needed defending, but I can hold my own. So glad you told me you liked that stupid fucking little gap, though. So this is kinda my 'thank you'."
Dom bit back a retort, for now Elijah was moving down to those nipples and oh yes, scraping his teeth down all the way. Ha--he could feel it; actually feel the gap against the hypersensitive areola as Elijah sucked and nibbled on the stiff peak. Dom was panting like a locomotive, keeping his fingers locked on Elijah’s shoulders and his eyes open to watch that gorgeous mouth move over him. One side, then the other--oh god, how much more--and then down, and down, and down. And suddenly away.
"'Lij . . . . " he groaned, promising himself that next time he was *really* going to make the imp pay, make him scream and beg and--and--well he'd think of more things when his brain was functioning again. But Elijah was only digging at the night table for the lube and condoms, then he was back, rubbing his smooth shaven cheek against the inside of Dom's thigh as his finger began to work its way into him, corkscrewing as he spread the lube about and began to widen things. Dom closed his eyes and tried to relax--oh, his balls were beginning to ache. It was probably a good thing 'Lij hadn't put his mouth on him; he probably would've shot right off. Fucking tease.
Second finger--yeah, he'd tried that on himself, nothing new--except of course it was Elijah and he was pretty damn good at this, and Dom was wondering just how new this all was to him . . . "You're crossing new territory there, you know, 'Lij." He opened his eyes to watch Elijah's reaction.
A fiercely joyous gleam came into those blues. "I claim this ass in the name of--ow!" He broke off as Dom glared at him and pinched his ear. He lightly bit Dom's knee, making him jump. "Not wise to pinch a guy with two fingers up your ass, Dom. He might do something like this . . ." He withdrew both then suddenly shoved up three and Dom saw stars, but whether it was in pain or pleasure he really couldn't say.
"Ooh--found it, didn't I," Elijah whispered, and plunged again. Okay, that was melting his bones; that was something he'd *never* felt before. And he was bleeding ready now, thank you.
Elijah saw the pleading look in his eye. Suddenly play time was over; he swiftly donned a condom and put a pillow under to get Dom into position, then raised himself over him, staring deep into his eyes, almost vulnerable, Dom thought, despite the fact he was the one in the position of power. Half closing his eyes, Elijah nuzzled Dom's neck and very lightly bit him again, whispering. "I'll go easy on you, I promise. You tell me when to move. Just relax. And push out."
Dom could feel the head enter, stretching him, burning--but Elijah's hand was on his cock stroking, and the pain blurred with the pleasure until he found he was relaxing and being entered deeper and deeper--wow, strange, really strange, but good, he decided. Elijah sank in all the way, watching him--Dom smiled--only thing he could really do at this point because he was so close to coming, and Elijah smiled back. "Move--quick!" Dom gasped, because it was all becoming too much--Elijah's hand on him, his cock in him, and that incredible gap-toothed smile . . .
And Elijah moved, hard now, deep and sure, and as he tried a few different angles he hit that little spot again and Dom nodded frantically, clutching at him and thrusting up to get as much of him as he possibly could, trying so hard to keep his eyes open though it seemed like sparks were going off in his vision. Elijah's thumb circled the slit and with one more pump Dom was coming, yelling he had no fucking idea what. Just in time as thoughts started to land in his skull again and the waves of pleasure receded, he heard Elijah cry out and watched him throw back his head and sink home, his mouth open in a grimace as he spilled his seed inside. Dom just couldn't help it. He ran his thumb over those teeth again, just one last time. For tonight, anyway. Then Elijah collapsed on top of him.
"Buh-buh-buh. Good." Elijah mumbled. Dom grinned. Good; he wasn't the only one spouting nonsense.
Several moments passed. Dom almost thought Elijah had fallen asleep on him, when suddenly he raised his head and looked into Dom's eyes. "You know your eyes are almost black when you come?" Wow, such tenderness in his voice. Like he was trying to say something--well, other than what he was saying.
"I could make neon signs with yours," Dom whispered back. Shit, his whole body had been practically glowing.
"But you do have kind of funny ears, you know." A sparkle of mirth in the depths.
"Ouch."
Elijah grinned, nuzzling him again. "Ooh, sorry. Guess I'll have to make it up to you. After some sleep."
Dom adjusted their positions so that 'Lij was comfortably nestled under one arm, and sighed contentedly. Between yawns he mumbled, "Sounds great to me."
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