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ravenscathedral.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-08-15 11:55 am
To Hold But Not to Have; DM/EW/BB, R
Title:To Hold But Not to Have
Pairing:DM/EW/BB
Rating: R
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiltsandlollies for the beta.
Summary:Look but don't touch
"You like to watch?" Dominic asked, a finger slowly tracing over the curled,
wet lip before him.
A nod, and Dom's middle and ring fingers moved deftly in and out of the
slightly opened mouth.
Welcoming the intrusion, the tongue encircled the length and width of the
digits, saturating them in the hope of the release its owner so badly needed.
"Would you like to watch?" Dominic inquired, his free hand entangled in the
shaggy head of hair. Both chests bare, the moonlight from the windows showing
the sheen of sweat covering the two men.
Another nod, and Dom abruptly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with a
kiss so sublime that the brutal, invasive press of the fingers elsewhere was
only just disconcerting.
The resolve of the one so desperate for Dominic's touch weakened. "God,
Dom--you're like my remedy," his breath ragged.
"Would you--like to--watch him--fuck me?" Dominic questioned in a sing-song
lyrical voice.
The intense, spiraling push-pull crushed their bodies together, Dom's jeans
abrasive against the other's prone body.
Breaths coming in gasps, "God, oh ... God, yes," the wanting man relented.
Gentle fingers, long removed from hollows, yanked Dom's latest casualty's
head back by his hair, exposing the man's neck and exquisite collarbone.
"Too bad, you little fuck." The caustic lilt stained with malice was
familiar, but Elijah refused to believe it was Billy standing at the bedroom door.
"No doubt it would have made for brilliant film." Dominic laughed, pushing
Elijah to the floor before crawling over to Billy's feet, begging to receive his
indulgence.
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Elijah, and I ..." Billy smiled,
pausing to pull Dominic up from the floor. "I am the dealer of this drug." Hooking
two fingers into Dominic's beltloops, he led him away, leaving the boy who
always got what he wanted behind, humbled and bereft in bedsheets.
Pairing:DM/EW/BB
Rating: R
Notes: Thanks to
kiltsandlollies for the beta.Summary:Look but don't touch
"You like to watch?" Dominic asked, a finger slowly tracing over the curled,
wet lip before him.
A nod, and Dom's middle and ring fingers moved deftly in and out of the
slightly opened mouth.
Welcoming the intrusion, the tongue encircled the length and width of the
digits, saturating them in the hope of the release its owner so badly needed.
"Would you like to watch?" Dominic inquired, his free hand entangled in the
shaggy head of hair. Both chests bare, the moonlight from the windows showing
the sheen of sweat covering the two men.
Another nod, and Dom abruptly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with a
kiss so sublime that the brutal, invasive press of the fingers elsewhere was
only just disconcerting.
The resolve of the one so desperate for Dominic's touch weakened. "God,
Dom--you're like my remedy," his breath ragged.
"Would you--like to--watch him--fuck me?" Dominic questioned in a sing-song
lyrical voice.
The intense, spiraling push-pull crushed their bodies together, Dom's jeans
abrasive against the other's prone body.
Breaths coming in gasps, "God, oh ... God, yes," the wanting man relented.
Gentle fingers, long removed from hollows, yanked Dom's latest casualty's
head back by his hair, exposing the man's neck and exquisite collarbone.
"Too bad, you little fuck." The caustic lilt stained with malice was
familiar, but Elijah refused to believe it was Billy standing at the bedroom door.
"No doubt it would have made for brilliant film." Dominic laughed, pushing
Elijah to the floor before crawling over to Billy's feet, begging to receive his
indulgence.
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Elijah, and I ..." Billy smiled,
pausing to pull Dominic up from the floor. "I am the dealer of this drug." Hooking
two fingers into Dominic's beltloops, he led him away, leaving the boy who
always got what he wanted behind, humbled and bereft in bedsheets.