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Man on a Mission (unauthorised sequel) cont
Title: Mission Accomplished part 2/2
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marysiak
Summary: more hot sex d00d. The closer you get to the orgasm the harder a scene becomes to write.
Pairings: DomOrliBilleh
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: to the best of my knowledge this did not happen
Note: followup to Man on a Mission byduckie7582
"We could tip his head back over the edge of the bed," Dom suggests wickedly.
Billy is just looking him over thoughtfully and his gaze raises goosepimples where it falls, or at least it feels that way.
"Whatever you want," Orli answers hopefully, though he hasn't been asked. He is forming an idea of what they want. He hasn't felt this achingly out of control in a long time, but he knows it's through choice. He's indulging himself in it, indulging them, and it feels wonderfully decadent and thrilling. He wonders momentarily how different things might have been had he taken Elijah back with him to his own room. He's glad he didn't.
Billy is pleased with his response, he can tell. He steps to the edge of the bed, "Come here then."
Orlando obeys, coming to sit at the end of the bed, hands reaching out to finally touch soft pale skin, dappled to golden-pink tan where the sun has reached the V of his neck and his arms. Billy lets him touch, standing between his legs as Orli mouths his nipples.
"The bed's too low for that," Billy tells Dom. "Get behind him and stop causing trouble or I'll fuck him myself and you can sit in the corner and watch."
"You wouldn't dare!" Dom exclaims in mock horror. But Orli feels him climb back on the bed fast enough that he thinks maybe Billy would dare, and he would let him, because he likes this side to Billy that he hasn't really paid much attention to before.
Billy is moving him back now and Dom's hands are on his hips too, bringing him to his hands and knees and making room for Billy on the bed. Billy is kneeling in front of him and he feels oddly nervous. He's sure now what they want and the thing is, he's never actually done it before, well not both at the same time, and he has this annoying need to be really good. He wants Billy to be impressed, wants to make him come so hard he can't breathe or think or see. And he doesn't know if he can do that while Dom is ruining his concentration in the best possible way.
Billy's hands are in his hair, laying his head down in his lap and turning it to the side when Orli would have reached out to taste him. "Not yet," he whispers. Then louder, "Do it slow, Dom, for now. Start slow."
Orli's arms are wrapped around Billy as Dom pushes his knees further apart, his eyelashes flutter against Billy's thigh.
Dom slides into him slowly, as instructed, and with a low tumbled groan of expletives ending in, "Fuck, yeah."
Orli hums against Billy's skin. He'd planned to do the fucking tonight, but this is nice. This is very nice. Billy's hands are holding his wrists still against the bed and Dom starts a rhythm of light deep thrusts, pulling a little further out each time. Each one makes a little burst of light behind his closed eyes and he feels a bit dizzy. Heat is rolling down his spine, sweat starting to pool at the backs of his knees and the nape of his neck. He turns his head and gasps into Billy's lap, flexing as the buzz grows inside him.
Billy releases his hands and tips up his chin. "Now, I think," he says.
"God, yes," Orli gasps, steadying himself as Billy leans back on his arms to give him room.
Dom is slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts and Orli is desperate now to taste Billy, to give him some small part of what he is feeling, or maybe just to know what it's like to be filled completely. He takes him into his mouth in one swift move, seeking the shape and weight and fit of him. He'd once joked that you never really knew a cock till you'd had it in your mouth, but he'd meant it. Maps it with his tongue, fits it against the back of his throat.
Billy aah's in satisfaction and opens his legs more to let Orli fit his hand between them, reach for the balls that are already growing tight against his body in anticipation. He tries to keep control, to trace the shape of the veins and ridges with his tongue, lick the pearls of pre-cum with his tongue, but it's as difficult as he'd thought. Dom is rocking him now with each thrust and it's all he can do not to fall into that and forget what he's doing.
Billy's hand fists in his hair. "Just relax," he says. "Don't get too fancy, just relax and take it." And he starts to thrust slow and steady into Orli's mouth, holding his head in place with that one hand. His rhythm matches Dom's before long and Orli just braces himself, looking up through his lashes to watch Billy's face.
Billy is watching Dom with those steady demanding eyes and he thinks that probably Dom is watching right back. He is caught between them, two gravity wells moulding his body into the shape they want.
Dom is stroking him now, hard and fast and his head is spinning with the rhythm of it and the growing lack of oxygen, unable to breath fast enough through his nose. He needs to gasp and pant but his mouth his full and all he can do is moan around it and hear them as they encourage each other and praise him and push closer and closer to the edge. He is so close he can't feel his limbs anymore.
"Gonna come, Bill," Dom gasps. "Nearly there."
Orlando thinks so too, it's either that or he's about to pass out, or maybe both. He can't think anymore. Can't breathe at all.
The end is a tangle of sound and taste and fingers bruising his hips and nearly pulling out his hair and the burning need for air is only making him higher as he swallows panicked around Billy's cock and comes over Dom's hand.
He thinks maybe he does pass out for a moment as when he can put concepts together again he is lying on his stomach with his head pillowed on Billy's thigh and Dom is a heavy weight across his lower back and legs.
He is vaguely aware that his jaw aches and he needs the toilet, but these are vague annoyances. Mostly he is of the opinion that he has accomplished his mission... and then some.
Author:
marysiakSummary: more hot sex d00d. The closer you get to the orgasm the harder a scene becomes to write.
Pairings: DomOrliBilleh
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: to the best of my knowledge this did not happen
Note: followup to Man on a Mission by
duckie7582"We could tip his head back over the edge of the bed," Dom suggests wickedly.
Billy is just looking him over thoughtfully and his gaze raises goosepimples where it falls, or at least it feels that way.
"Whatever you want," Orli answers hopefully, though he hasn't been asked. He is forming an idea of what they want. He hasn't felt this achingly out of control in a long time, but he knows it's through choice. He's indulging himself in it, indulging them, and it feels wonderfully decadent and thrilling. He wonders momentarily how different things might have been had he taken Elijah back with him to his own room. He's glad he didn't.
Billy is pleased with his response, he can tell. He steps to the edge of the bed, "Come here then."
Orlando obeys, coming to sit at the end of the bed, hands reaching out to finally touch soft pale skin, dappled to golden-pink tan where the sun has reached the V of his neck and his arms. Billy lets him touch, standing between his legs as Orli mouths his nipples.
"The bed's too low for that," Billy tells Dom. "Get behind him and stop causing trouble or I'll fuck him myself and you can sit in the corner and watch."
"You wouldn't dare!" Dom exclaims in mock horror. But Orli feels him climb back on the bed fast enough that he thinks maybe Billy would dare, and he would let him, because he likes this side to Billy that he hasn't really paid much attention to before.
Billy is moving him back now and Dom's hands are on his hips too, bringing him to his hands and knees and making room for Billy on the bed. Billy is kneeling in front of him and he feels oddly nervous. He's sure now what they want and the thing is, he's never actually done it before, well not both at the same time, and he has this annoying need to be really good. He wants Billy to be impressed, wants to make him come so hard he can't breathe or think or see. And he doesn't know if he can do that while Dom is ruining his concentration in the best possible way.
Billy's hands are in his hair, laying his head down in his lap and turning it to the side when Orli would have reached out to taste him. "Not yet," he whispers. Then louder, "Do it slow, Dom, for now. Start slow."
Orli's arms are wrapped around Billy as Dom pushes his knees further apart, his eyelashes flutter against Billy's thigh.
Dom slides into him slowly, as instructed, and with a low tumbled groan of expletives ending in, "Fuck, yeah."
Orli hums against Billy's skin. He'd planned to do the fucking tonight, but this is nice. This is very nice. Billy's hands are holding his wrists still against the bed and Dom starts a rhythm of light deep thrusts, pulling a little further out each time. Each one makes a little burst of light behind his closed eyes and he feels a bit dizzy. Heat is rolling down his spine, sweat starting to pool at the backs of his knees and the nape of his neck. He turns his head and gasps into Billy's lap, flexing as the buzz grows inside him.
Billy releases his hands and tips up his chin. "Now, I think," he says.
"God, yes," Orli gasps, steadying himself as Billy leans back on his arms to give him room.
Dom is slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts and Orli is desperate now to taste Billy, to give him some small part of what he is feeling, or maybe just to know what it's like to be filled completely. He takes him into his mouth in one swift move, seeking the shape and weight and fit of him. He'd once joked that you never really knew a cock till you'd had it in your mouth, but he'd meant it. Maps it with his tongue, fits it against the back of his throat.
Billy aah's in satisfaction and opens his legs more to let Orli fit his hand between them, reach for the balls that are already growing tight against his body in anticipation. He tries to keep control, to trace the shape of the veins and ridges with his tongue, lick the pearls of pre-cum with his tongue, but it's as difficult as he'd thought. Dom is rocking him now with each thrust and it's all he can do not to fall into that and forget what he's doing.
Billy's hand fists in his hair. "Just relax," he says. "Don't get too fancy, just relax and take it." And he starts to thrust slow and steady into Orli's mouth, holding his head in place with that one hand. His rhythm matches Dom's before long and Orli just braces himself, looking up through his lashes to watch Billy's face.
Billy is watching Dom with those steady demanding eyes and he thinks that probably Dom is watching right back. He is caught between them, two gravity wells moulding his body into the shape they want.
Dom is stroking him now, hard and fast and his head is spinning with the rhythm of it and the growing lack of oxygen, unable to breath fast enough through his nose. He needs to gasp and pant but his mouth his full and all he can do is moan around it and hear them as they encourage each other and praise him and push closer and closer to the edge. He is so close he can't feel his limbs anymore.
"Gonna come, Bill," Dom gasps. "Nearly there."
Orlando thinks so too, it's either that or he's about to pass out, or maybe both. He can't think anymore. Can't breathe at all.
The end is a tangle of sound and taste and fingers bruising his hips and nearly pulling out his hair and the burning need for air is only making him higher as he swallows panicked around Billy's cock and comes over Dom's hand.
He thinks maybe he does pass out for a moment as when he can put concepts together again he is lying on his stomach with his head pillowed on Billy's thigh and Dom is a heavy weight across his lower back and legs.
He is vaguely aware that his jaw aches and he needs the toilet, but these are vague annoyances. Mostly he is of the opinion that he has accomplished his mission... and then some.
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ME TOO!!!
wow! it's been too long since i've had a lovelyhotYUM dosage of domorlibilly smut!
was fabulous, dahlink! great writing!!
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Mostly he is of the opinion that he has accomplished his mission... and then some.
So true. :D
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Okay, waited for a bit, maybe it works now. I loved how, besides being hotasfuck you also gave us a glimpse into the dynamics of the different characters, specially of Dom and Billy's relationship. I think my first impression says it all - just plain guh! :)