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Man on a Mission (unauthorised sequel)
Sometimes things just have to be followed through on.
Title: Mission Accomplished part 1/2
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marysiak
Summary: hot sex d00d. Grammar is the bane of my existence.
Pairings: DomOrliBilleh
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: to the best of my knowledge this did not happen
Note: followup to Man on a Mission byduckie7582
The walk to the hotel room was oddly surreal. The bright steady lighting after the flashing darkness of the club, the cool hum of air conditioning, the silence.
There was a moments paranoia as he approached the door. Dom and Billy were known pranksters. What if they were only teasing? What if he got there and they just fell about laughing and sent him home. He bit the inside of his mouth as he dug the keycard out of his pocket. His trousers were tight and just putting his hand in his pocket was tormenting.
They had been hard too, he reminded himself. He knocked sharply twice and then swiped the card, opening the door without waiting for an answer.
They haven't waited.
Billy glances up as Orlando enters and grins at him. A predatory look unlike his usual light smirk. He is crouched over Dom on the bed, Dom is shirtless and sprawled and hasn't opened his eyes yet. He doesn't until Billy's weight is lifted off him and he looks to see where it has gone. He sees Orlando and smiles too, confident and lazy and hot, sitting up on his elbows.
Billy takes the card from his hand and checks it on a nearby table. Takes his hand and tugs him closer. It's funny how Billy is shorter than him until he looks into his eyes and then he can't see anything else and it doesn't seem to matter. Billy is kissing him and he feels captured. How that happened when he had been the one stalking the club for prey he's not quite sure, but then it had been two against one after all.
And now it is again, two against one, as Dom grows tired of waiting and watching on the bed and his firm body is pressed along Orlando's back. Those hands measure Orli's sides, explore the bones of his hips, reach around and pull the three of them tight as they reach for Billy's body. Orli tips back onto Dom's shoulder as Billy's hips are ground into his by Dom's questing hands. Billy's mouth slides down his neck as his small hands efficiently undo his shirt.
Orli turns his head into Dom's neck. "God," he whispers hoarsely. "Want you."
Dom turns into him, kisses him wetly, open mouthed, tongues dancing in and out and around, exploring textures, tickling and then pressing hard together in that slide that's almost like sex itself.
They are broken apart when Billy pulls him forward to remove the shirt. He loses Dom altogether in the exchange as he can't seem to stop watching Billy as he undoes Orli's trousers, eyes holding him still. He slides his hand inside and strokes Orli gently making him gasp.
"I want Dom to fuck you," he says. And it takes Orli a good minute to actually process the words because he was too busy watching Billy's face, his eyes and his mouth. "Would you like that" he prompts, still gentle but persistant.
Orli stares at him, dazed. "What? I mean... yes. Yes."
Billy smiles, he's amused by Orli's befuddled response and it glitters in his green eyes. He hasn't stopped stroking him, slow and steady, like the waves when you lie at the very edge of the sea.
He breaks the eye contact and looks around, his hand stopping but not letting go. He is looking for Dom.
Dom is on the bed again, naked now. He kneels in the middle, eyes eager, more than ready. Orli stares at him now and he waggles his tongue at Orli with a lewd thrust of his hips as Billy is stripping the rest of Orli's clothes off. There are lube and condoms ready at his side. He runs his hands over his body teasingly as he waits for them. He still has the leather cuff on his wrist. There are tan lines low on his hips.
Orli has no tan lines, his olive skin is even and smooth under Billy's hands. Billy is still fully dressed. Orli wonders if he means only to watch. He doesn't want that. He wants to see Billy come.
But Billy is leading him over to the bed by the hand. He kisses him again at the edge of it, hands smoothing down his chest, over his hips and round his ass. The backs of his knees are against the bed and he feels it dip as Dom comes closer. Tongue on the back of his neck, another hand on his hip.
"Fucking gorgeous," Dom says appreciatively against his skin as wet fingers slide down the crease of his buttocks. "Wanted to fuck you for ages."
Orli can only see the dark wall on the other side of the room, and that through the sparkles floating past his eyes. Billy's head is on his shoulder, watching Dom maybe. Billy's hands are steadying him, one on the opposite hip from Dom's, the other on his other shoulder. He wants the hand back on his cock, that would steady him more than anything else, cause his cock feels like it might escape otherwise. Hard and throbbing and bobbing and untouched between them as Dom's finger penetrates him. Orli's hands are on Billy's hips, gripping but not pulling, feeling the denim and the studs at the corners of the pockets and the leather of his belt. He says "Oh!" and closes his eyes and tries not to fall down as Dom opens him up with insistent exploring fingers.
"Oh yeah," says Dom with satisfaction.
"We better get him on the bed," says Billy with a smile in his voice again. "Otherwise he's going to fall over."
Orli might be annoyed that Billy sems to find him so amusing if it weren't for the fact that right now he doesn't care, doesn't care. Not with Dom's fingers slowly fucking him into oblivion, he could come like this almost, if he wasn't having to expend concentration on the not falling over. His legs are shaking. Yes, onto the bed.
Dom's fingers withdraw and he complains wordlessly even as Billy is pushing him onto his back. Dom grabs him under his arms and with a quick tug he his splayed out in the middle of the bed. Billy seems a long way away in the dim lighting, standing at the end of the bed, just looking at him.
Then his view is blocked by Dom moving between his legs like the sun eclipsing the moon, all bright tan skin and energy and wanting. He smoothes Orli's legs up, grins hungry and excited. Then just as Orli's eyes fall closed he sees the moon slip back into sight, orbiting the bed and tugging at him.
Dom's fingers skim Orli's cock before returning to their previous task. Over his moan he hears Dom say, "You gonna get undressed or what, Bills?"
"Yeah," the answer is quiet from near his head. The bed dips and he glances to the side, Billy is watching Dom touch him as he slowly undoes his shirt. His eyes are sharp and at odds with the ease of his movements. Orli wants to kiss him and he reaches out with a hand to touch his leg. Billy looks at him and shrugs off his shirt revealing paler skin than the others, light sprinkling of hair on his chest.
Orli reaches for him. "Want you too."
Billy smiles for him, kisses him. "What do you want, Orli?" he asks. His fingers stroke over Orli's nipples, catching them.
Orli gasps, his words lost in Billy's mouth as he kisses him again.
"Quit messing about Bill," Dom complains from far away. "Can I fuck him now? I could hammer nails with this thing."
Billy pulls away and laughs, throwing a pillow at Dom's head. "You have no sense of mood," he scolds.
"Get your trousers off, you weirdo," Dom orders. "Or I'll fuck him without you."
Orli wonders what it is they have planned, Dom has obviously been waiting for Billy to do something.
Billy is away from him now, walking down to Dom. Then the fingers are gone and he is stranded in the dark as Billy kisses Dom hard and Dom struggles to get his trousers open with slick fingers. Billy pushes him away and takes them off himself, naked now too, kissing Dom again as if Orli isn't there and he feels forgotten but they are good together. Good to watch. They both turn to him together, hands looped around each others waists. Hungry twins, dark and light in ways that have nothing to do with colour.
"How do you want him?" Dom asks, and being talked about like that makes Orli's cock dance for them.
"Have to be on his knees," Billy answers. "If I'm to see you."
"Yeah," Dom agrees. "Shame though, he looks good on his back."
"He does at that."
-- to be continued after lunch --
Title: Mission Accomplished part 1/2
Author:
marysiakSummary: hot sex d00d. Grammar is the bane of my existence.
Pairings: DomOrliBilleh
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: to the best of my knowledge this did not happen
Note: followup to Man on a Mission by
duckie7582The walk to the hotel room was oddly surreal. The bright steady lighting after the flashing darkness of the club, the cool hum of air conditioning, the silence.
There was a moments paranoia as he approached the door. Dom and Billy were known pranksters. What if they were only teasing? What if he got there and they just fell about laughing and sent him home. He bit the inside of his mouth as he dug the keycard out of his pocket. His trousers were tight and just putting his hand in his pocket was tormenting.
They had been hard too, he reminded himself. He knocked sharply twice and then swiped the card, opening the door without waiting for an answer.
They haven't waited.
Billy glances up as Orlando enters and grins at him. A predatory look unlike his usual light smirk. He is crouched over Dom on the bed, Dom is shirtless and sprawled and hasn't opened his eyes yet. He doesn't until Billy's weight is lifted off him and he looks to see where it has gone. He sees Orlando and smiles too, confident and lazy and hot, sitting up on his elbows.
Billy takes the card from his hand and checks it on a nearby table. Takes his hand and tugs him closer. It's funny how Billy is shorter than him until he looks into his eyes and then he can't see anything else and it doesn't seem to matter. Billy is kissing him and he feels captured. How that happened when he had been the one stalking the club for prey he's not quite sure, but then it had been two against one after all.
And now it is again, two against one, as Dom grows tired of waiting and watching on the bed and his firm body is pressed along Orlando's back. Those hands measure Orli's sides, explore the bones of his hips, reach around and pull the three of them tight as they reach for Billy's body. Orli tips back onto Dom's shoulder as Billy's hips are ground into his by Dom's questing hands. Billy's mouth slides down his neck as his small hands efficiently undo his shirt.
Orli turns his head into Dom's neck. "God," he whispers hoarsely. "Want you."
Dom turns into him, kisses him wetly, open mouthed, tongues dancing in and out and around, exploring textures, tickling and then pressing hard together in that slide that's almost like sex itself.
They are broken apart when Billy pulls him forward to remove the shirt. He loses Dom altogether in the exchange as he can't seem to stop watching Billy as he undoes Orli's trousers, eyes holding him still. He slides his hand inside and strokes Orli gently making him gasp.
"I want Dom to fuck you," he says. And it takes Orli a good minute to actually process the words because he was too busy watching Billy's face, his eyes and his mouth. "Would you like that" he prompts, still gentle but persistant.
Orli stares at him, dazed. "What? I mean... yes. Yes."
Billy smiles, he's amused by Orli's befuddled response and it glitters in his green eyes. He hasn't stopped stroking him, slow and steady, like the waves when you lie at the very edge of the sea.
He breaks the eye contact and looks around, his hand stopping but not letting go. He is looking for Dom.
Dom is on the bed again, naked now. He kneels in the middle, eyes eager, more than ready. Orli stares at him now and he waggles his tongue at Orli with a lewd thrust of his hips as Billy is stripping the rest of Orli's clothes off. There are lube and condoms ready at his side. He runs his hands over his body teasingly as he waits for them. He still has the leather cuff on his wrist. There are tan lines low on his hips.
Orli has no tan lines, his olive skin is even and smooth under Billy's hands. Billy is still fully dressed. Orli wonders if he means only to watch. He doesn't want that. He wants to see Billy come.
But Billy is leading him over to the bed by the hand. He kisses him again at the edge of it, hands smoothing down his chest, over his hips and round his ass. The backs of his knees are against the bed and he feels it dip as Dom comes closer. Tongue on the back of his neck, another hand on his hip.
"Fucking gorgeous," Dom says appreciatively against his skin as wet fingers slide down the crease of his buttocks. "Wanted to fuck you for ages."
Orli can only see the dark wall on the other side of the room, and that through the sparkles floating past his eyes. Billy's head is on his shoulder, watching Dom maybe. Billy's hands are steadying him, one on the opposite hip from Dom's, the other on his other shoulder. He wants the hand back on his cock, that would steady him more than anything else, cause his cock feels like it might escape otherwise. Hard and throbbing and bobbing and untouched between them as Dom's finger penetrates him. Orli's hands are on Billy's hips, gripping but not pulling, feeling the denim and the studs at the corners of the pockets and the leather of his belt. He says "Oh!" and closes his eyes and tries not to fall down as Dom opens him up with insistent exploring fingers.
"Oh yeah," says Dom with satisfaction.
"We better get him on the bed," says Billy with a smile in his voice again. "Otherwise he's going to fall over."
Orli might be annoyed that Billy sems to find him so amusing if it weren't for the fact that right now he doesn't care, doesn't care. Not with Dom's fingers slowly fucking him into oblivion, he could come like this almost, if he wasn't having to expend concentration on the not falling over. His legs are shaking. Yes, onto the bed.
Dom's fingers withdraw and he complains wordlessly even as Billy is pushing him onto his back. Dom grabs him under his arms and with a quick tug he his splayed out in the middle of the bed. Billy seems a long way away in the dim lighting, standing at the end of the bed, just looking at him.
Then his view is blocked by Dom moving between his legs like the sun eclipsing the moon, all bright tan skin and energy and wanting. He smoothes Orli's legs up, grins hungry and excited. Then just as Orli's eyes fall closed he sees the moon slip back into sight, orbiting the bed and tugging at him.
Dom's fingers skim Orli's cock before returning to their previous task. Over his moan he hears Dom say, "You gonna get undressed or what, Bills?"
"Yeah," the answer is quiet from near his head. The bed dips and he glances to the side, Billy is watching Dom touch him as he slowly undoes his shirt. His eyes are sharp and at odds with the ease of his movements. Orli wants to kiss him and he reaches out with a hand to touch his leg. Billy looks at him and shrugs off his shirt revealing paler skin than the others, light sprinkling of hair on his chest.
Orli reaches for him. "Want you too."
Billy smiles for him, kisses him. "What do you want, Orli?" he asks. His fingers stroke over Orli's nipples, catching them.
Orli gasps, his words lost in Billy's mouth as he kisses him again.
"Quit messing about Bill," Dom complains from far away. "Can I fuck him now? I could hammer nails with this thing."
Billy pulls away and laughs, throwing a pillow at Dom's head. "You have no sense of mood," he scolds.
"Get your trousers off, you weirdo," Dom orders. "Or I'll fuck him without you."
Orli wonders what it is they have planned, Dom has obviously been waiting for Billy to do something.
Billy is away from him now, walking down to Dom. Then the fingers are gone and he is stranded in the dark as Billy kisses Dom hard and Dom struggles to get his trousers open with slick fingers. Billy pushes him away and takes them off himself, naked now too, kissing Dom again as if Orli isn't there and he feels forgotten but they are good together. Good to watch. They both turn to him together, hands looped around each others waists. Hungry twins, dark and light in ways that have nothing to do with colour.
"How do you want him?" Dom asks, and being talked about like that makes Orli's cock dance for them.
"Have to be on his knees," Billy answers. "If I'm to see you."
"Yeah," Dom agrees. "Shame though, he looks good on his back."
"He does at that."
-- to be continued after lunch --
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That's cheered up a dull nite!!!
Can't wait to read more
*screams*
Continue, continue, continue!!
*throws confetti for you and your story*
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hurry up with the lunch already, and post the rest of this, dammit!
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Oh, and lunch? You're able to eat after writing this? Can't wait for the rest ...
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