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Title: Soft as silk
Author: Tinkerbell
Pairing: OB/DM
Warnings: Slash. Need I say more?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Plot? What plot?
Disclaimer: They did this only in my dirty imagination. Don’t sue.
Author’s Note: I think Orli should top more often. This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hravan_maranwe and dejectedmadness who love DomOrli.
Feedback: Gimme gimme gimme!
Dom had always known Orlando’s skin would feel like silk. Soft, first-rate silk. Top of the class. When Orli pushed him down on the bed, ripping his shirt open, tearing the buttons off, he knew he had always imagined this right; Orli on top of him biting the tender flesh of his exposed chest, passionate, lustful, owning.
Orli had always known Dom would feel like this, his naked skin hot under his lips, his chest rising in time to meet the gasps Orli drew from him with his teeth, lips, tongue. Dom’s clumsy hands locked around his neck as he went lower, placing bites and kisses down his torso, more as in holding on than trying to steer him.
Dom wanted to kiss Orli. Wanted those lush lips claim his mouth, that skillful tongue play with his, wanted to taste the rough softness of the wet entrance on that beautiful face blushed with desire.
Orli wanted Dom to wait, or at least, beg. When Dom whimpered, he finally leaned up and placed a chaffing, close-mouthed kiss on those swollen lips, licked them until Dom made a sound, a perfect moan of need.
He gladly fulfilled that need by crushing their lips together, penetrating Dom’s mouth with his tongue, tasting the sweet wetness of the other mans mouth. Dom tightened his hold on his neck, trying to hold Orli fast, meet the whirl of his knowing tongue, to give as much back as he was getting.
Orli got up, rested to his knees, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Dom marveled the slender figure of the other man. Orli was as if God-like, beautiful beyond recognition, fit, lean, and his silky skin glimmered in the dimly lit room. The Gods of old themselves would have envied the looks of the young man, would have given anything to have a piece of him. Any piece.
Dom felt privileged to be allowed to touch that beautiful skin, caress it with his fingers which felt like sand compared to the soft silk underneath. He leaned up and kissed Orli’s chest, ran his hands down his sides, wanting to touch more.
But Orli was the one who called the shots here, make no mistake. He grabbed Dom’s wrists, placed his hands on his fly and nodded.
“Do it.”
Dom felt his hands shake as he undid Orli’s fly, pulled his jeans down. He saw the proof of Orli’s excitement filling the small, white underwear the Brit wore, marveled it. He looked up with an ecstatic expression on his face, like he was a child who just got a new toy for his birthday. Orli smiled approvingly. That made Dom’s smile widen.
“Touch it. Go on.”
Dom shivered as he tenderly stroked Orli’s member through the fabric. Orli made a small hiss through his teeth. Dom took that as a good shine, and his strokes became more firm, more strong, more sure.
Orli pushed his thumps under the sides of his undies and pulled them down, his member shooting up proudly. Dom stared at it, licked his lips. He looked up, as if asking permission to touch the hard flesh in front of his face. Orli smiled wickedly, nodded.
Dom loved it when Orli made that look.
He gladly obliged, licking his lips again and placing a soft kiss on the tip of Orli’s cock. Orli managed to keep the sigh of pleasure inside, he closed his eyes, placed his hands on Dom’s head, guiding him closer. Dom opened his mouth and took Orli in, sucked the hard, yet silk-like member deep into him.
Orli moaned and Dom started to move, sucking him in and out, whirling his tongue around the member in his mouth, his gaze never leaving Orli’s face.
The look of sheer pleasure on the Brit’s face exited Dom more than he knew it could. He was sure he had never had such need in him, such desperate need to be filled.
Orli suddenly pushed Dom away from him, pinned him underneath him and practically tore his pants off. Dom gasped as the other man leaned over him, pressed their newly naked bodies together and kissed him with passion Dom didn’t even know existed.
Orli kissed his way down Dom’s body, his hands holding his sides so Dom was immobilized. Not that Dom wanted to move. Orli knew what he was doing and it felt good.
When the full lips that had kissed him just seconds ago closed around his cock, Dom almost jumped up. It felt like nothing before. It was the sweetest bliss, the greatest torture, the delight simply overwhelming. Orlando obviously tried to suck his brains out through his cock, and accomplished in it as well, as all coherent thought escaped Dom’s mind.
When he was two seconds away from coming to the Brit’s mouth, Orlando suddenly stopped, got up on his knees and grabbed the lube bottle from the table next to the bed. Dom was unable to speak, but when a slick finger push its way to his entrance, he swore he would never be able to form another word.
One finger, two, stretch, in out. Skillful moves, Orli had more grace in his fingertip than Dom had in his body right now. When Orli’s fingers hit his prostate, Dom made a sound that was partly incoherent babbling, partly a moan.
Then he felt Orli withdraw, and felt him position himself on top of him.
Felt, as his eyes were squeezed shut so hard he was afraid he’d get a headache.
Orli turned him to his stomach, placed a kiss on his spine before pushing himself in. Dom gasped as the pain hit him, but quickly adjusted, as Orli was in no hurry. It seemed that the slender Brit was going to make it last forever. It would have suited Dom fine otherwise, but he wasn’t sure he could last too much longer.
Orli pushed himself in him slowly, inch by inch, taking his time, holding Dom’s hips fast. Dom bit his lip so hard he was afraid to draw blood from it.
When fully in, Orli took his time to gather his breath before starting to move. In out, slow thrust after another. It was a ride to heaven, and insanity as well, for Dom. Orli lifted his hips, allowing an access to Dom’s almost achingly hard member, stroking it to meet his thrusts, which became stronger and faster by every passing minute.
Dom heard his own voice plead, begging release. He noticed to use the words “harder”, “please” and “God” in a meaning he never thought possible. Orli didn’t even notice him crying out his need to fulfill this sweet torture, but it was quite clear even he couldn’t last forever.
When release finally was granted to him, Dom can’t help but to cry out Orli’s name as he collapses to the mattress, his own cum wet underneath his stomach. The pulsing of his muscles soon drives Orli over the edge as well. Dom swears he sees stars.
Orli lay next to him, smoking a fag, inhaling and exhaling slowly, catching his breath. His silk-like skin shimmers with sweat. Dom smiles. He knows that when Orli puts out what he calls “a fuck-fag” he’s in for another round.
Author: Tinkerbell
Pairing: OB/DM
Warnings: Slash. Need I say more?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Plot? What plot?
Disclaimer: They did this only in my dirty imagination. Don’t sue.
Author’s Note: I think Orli should top more often. This is for
hravan_maranwe and dejectedmadness who love DomOrli.Feedback: Gimme gimme gimme!
Dom had always known Orlando’s skin would feel like silk. Soft, first-rate silk. Top of the class. When Orli pushed him down on the bed, ripping his shirt open, tearing the buttons off, he knew he had always imagined this right; Orli on top of him biting the tender flesh of his exposed chest, passionate, lustful, owning.
Orli had always known Dom would feel like this, his naked skin hot under his lips, his chest rising in time to meet the gasps Orli drew from him with his teeth, lips, tongue. Dom’s clumsy hands locked around his neck as he went lower, placing bites and kisses down his torso, more as in holding on than trying to steer him.
Dom wanted to kiss Orli. Wanted those lush lips claim his mouth, that skillful tongue play with his, wanted to taste the rough softness of the wet entrance on that beautiful face blushed with desire.
Orli wanted Dom to wait, or at least, beg. When Dom whimpered, he finally leaned up and placed a chaffing, close-mouthed kiss on those swollen lips, licked them until Dom made a sound, a perfect moan of need.
He gladly fulfilled that need by crushing their lips together, penetrating Dom’s mouth with his tongue, tasting the sweet wetness of the other mans mouth. Dom tightened his hold on his neck, trying to hold Orli fast, meet the whirl of his knowing tongue, to give as much back as he was getting.
Orli got up, rested to his knees, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Dom marveled the slender figure of the other man. Orli was as if God-like, beautiful beyond recognition, fit, lean, and his silky skin glimmered in the dimly lit room. The Gods of old themselves would have envied the looks of the young man, would have given anything to have a piece of him. Any piece.
Dom felt privileged to be allowed to touch that beautiful skin, caress it with his fingers which felt like sand compared to the soft silk underneath. He leaned up and kissed Orli’s chest, ran his hands down his sides, wanting to touch more.
But Orli was the one who called the shots here, make no mistake. He grabbed Dom’s wrists, placed his hands on his fly and nodded.
“Do it.”
Dom felt his hands shake as he undid Orli’s fly, pulled his jeans down. He saw the proof of Orli’s excitement filling the small, white underwear the Brit wore, marveled it. He looked up with an ecstatic expression on his face, like he was a child who just got a new toy for his birthday. Orli smiled approvingly. That made Dom’s smile widen.
“Touch it. Go on.”
Dom shivered as he tenderly stroked Orli’s member through the fabric. Orli made a small hiss through his teeth. Dom took that as a good shine, and his strokes became more firm, more strong, more sure.
Orli pushed his thumps under the sides of his undies and pulled them down, his member shooting up proudly. Dom stared at it, licked his lips. He looked up, as if asking permission to touch the hard flesh in front of his face. Orli smiled wickedly, nodded.
Dom loved it when Orli made that look.
He gladly obliged, licking his lips again and placing a soft kiss on the tip of Orli’s cock. Orli managed to keep the sigh of pleasure inside, he closed his eyes, placed his hands on Dom’s head, guiding him closer. Dom opened his mouth and took Orli in, sucked the hard, yet silk-like member deep into him.
Orli moaned and Dom started to move, sucking him in and out, whirling his tongue around the member in his mouth, his gaze never leaving Orli’s face.
The look of sheer pleasure on the Brit’s face exited Dom more than he knew it could. He was sure he had never had such need in him, such desperate need to be filled.
Orli suddenly pushed Dom away from him, pinned him underneath him and practically tore his pants off. Dom gasped as the other man leaned over him, pressed their newly naked bodies together and kissed him with passion Dom didn’t even know existed.
Orli kissed his way down Dom’s body, his hands holding his sides so Dom was immobilized. Not that Dom wanted to move. Orli knew what he was doing and it felt good.
When the full lips that had kissed him just seconds ago closed around his cock, Dom almost jumped up. It felt like nothing before. It was the sweetest bliss, the greatest torture, the delight simply overwhelming. Orlando obviously tried to suck his brains out through his cock, and accomplished in it as well, as all coherent thought escaped Dom’s mind.
When he was two seconds away from coming to the Brit’s mouth, Orlando suddenly stopped, got up on his knees and grabbed the lube bottle from the table next to the bed. Dom was unable to speak, but when a slick finger push its way to his entrance, he swore he would never be able to form another word.
One finger, two, stretch, in out. Skillful moves, Orli had more grace in his fingertip than Dom had in his body right now. When Orli’s fingers hit his prostate, Dom made a sound that was partly incoherent babbling, partly a moan.
Then he felt Orli withdraw, and felt him position himself on top of him.
Felt, as his eyes were squeezed shut so hard he was afraid he’d get a headache.
Orli turned him to his stomach, placed a kiss on his spine before pushing himself in. Dom gasped as the pain hit him, but quickly adjusted, as Orli was in no hurry. It seemed that the slender Brit was going to make it last forever. It would have suited Dom fine otherwise, but he wasn’t sure he could last too much longer.
Orli pushed himself in him slowly, inch by inch, taking his time, holding Dom’s hips fast. Dom bit his lip so hard he was afraid to draw blood from it.
When fully in, Orli took his time to gather his breath before starting to move. In out, slow thrust after another. It was a ride to heaven, and insanity as well, for Dom. Orli lifted his hips, allowing an access to Dom’s almost achingly hard member, stroking it to meet his thrusts, which became stronger and faster by every passing minute.
Dom heard his own voice plead, begging release. He noticed to use the words “harder”, “please” and “God” in a meaning he never thought possible. Orli didn’t even notice him crying out his need to fulfill this sweet torture, but it was quite clear even he couldn’t last forever.
When release finally was granted to him, Dom can’t help but to cry out Orli’s name as he collapses to the mattress, his own cum wet underneath his stomach. The pulsing of his muscles soon drives Orli over the edge as well. Dom swears he sees stars.
Orli lay next to him, smoking a fag, inhaling and exhaling slowly, catching his breath. His silk-like skin shimmers with sweat. Dom smiles. He knows that when Orli puts out what he calls “a fuck-fag” he’s in for another round.
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