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Scarf
Title: Scarf
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vestalvagrant
Rating: NC17
Pairing: DomOrli
Disclaimer: PWP RPS. Totally bullshit.
Another disclaimer: I went for porn rather than well-written, good dialogue, or consistent style. This is forlimeysugar after all!
Dedication: Forlimeysugar's 24th birthday. A selection of my favourite kinks, served with a side of in-jokes.
Creditation: Influenced by Calico's Sabotage (mostly the word 'devour'), Linda Jaivin's Eat Me (can never look at sushi the same way again), and whatever else has continued to my personal kinks over the decades. Over the last 6 or 8 years anyway!
*****
Dom answered the knock on his hotel room door and held it wide for Orlando to enter. "Glad you could make it," he said with a dirty grin.
"Took me ages to get away from the bloody photographers. Sorry."
"Ah, everyone wants a piece of our Mr Bloom. Not least of all me." Orlando's grin became almost as dirty as Dom's, but Dom's was hard to match. "What's that you've got?"
Orlando shrugged. "Scarf. Some squeeing fangirl stalker gave it to me on the red carpet. Pinned her phone number to it and everything."
"And you kept it because the garish choice of colours is you all over. Well I'm sure we can find a use for it. The phone number too - maybe Fangirl and her best friend would like to come up here and suck us off while I devour your mouth with my tongue."
"You're a perverted man, Dom."
Dom covered Orli's hands with his own and slipped the scarf out of them. "Yes, I can think of things to do with this. Imagine what Fangirl would say if she saw you tied to my bed using the scarf she so stalkerishly knitted."
Orlando closed his hands back around the scarf . "It's my scarf, Dom. I get to do the tying."
"You're a fucking dirty boy, Orli. Fucking filthy."
"Say it again."
"You're a dirty fucking pervert."
Orli grabbed Dom's collar. "Shut the fuck up and kiss me." Their mouths met mid-air, a turmoil of lips and tongues and teeth, hot breath and desperate hands. Dom fumbled open the top three buttons of Orlando's shirt and pulled it over his head, then tore his own shirt off. Their mouths reattached and he tugged Orli's chest to his, groaning as their nipples rubbed past each other. He wanted Orlando to suck his nipples, suck them hard enough to leave marks. Thinking this he slid a hand down to Orli's sun tattoo, not needing sight to locate it. He pinched it with the flats of his fingers, knowing the skin around the ink would turn red from the pressure. In response Orlando rubbed the flat of his palm against Dom's bicep where he'd been decorated by the needle.
Orli pushed harded against Dom's arm to move him toward the bed. As much as he craved Dom's tongue in his mouth he needed Dom's dick inside him more. And the most expedient way to get it there was to move things along.
When the back of Dom's legs hit the bed and Orli unfastened Dom's belt, with much smoother movement than Dom's button work. He stripped Dom of footwear, trousers and boxers, and kicked off his own shoes and socks.
Dom's hands moved to undress Orlando but they were stopped - "You're not touching anything," Orli purred. Orli picked up the scarf from where it had been dropped on the floor and twisted it into a thicker rope. Dom couldn't resist as Orlando slowly pushed him onto his back and stretched his arms up to the headboard. "Fuck, Dom..." he sighed, as he traced a finger along the vulnerable white skin from Dom's elbow to wrist. He twisted the scarf around Dom's wrists and bound them together, and tied the ends of the scarf to the bedhead.
Orli's fingers trailed off Dom's chest as he stood up and walked to the other side of the room.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"What have you got in this place?" Orlando asked, not meaning the condoms and lube left conspicuously on the bedside table.
"I found a take-away Japanese across the street," Dom smirked.
A sigh caught in Orli's throat. "Wasabi? Haven't tasted that in such a fucking long time..." He opened the bar fridge and pulled out a plastic box with Japanese script on the lid, and tipped half a tray of icecubes into a glass. He started to feel like a kid at Christmas who couldn't decide what toy to play with first.
"Get the fuck back over here, will you?" Dom yelled. Orli turned and Dom's eyes just about burned holes in him from the other side of the room. Orli felt his core temperature rise by a couple of degrees.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he ruffled Dom's hair with one hand, grinning as much in remembrance of kinky times past as kinky times about to come. Dom tried to bite his fingers and Orli allowed him a little nip, had to give the man something.
What first, fire or ice? Feeling hungry, Orli opened the box from the take-away and took out the plastic cup of soy sauce and the green sachet. He mixed a glob of wasabi into the black sauce with a finger, until the sauce had an oily green skin floating on top, like Dom had shown him the first time they'd all gone for Japanese. He licked his finger - fuck, that had some bite in it. He lowered the finger to Dom's mouth and Dom lapped greedily, licking the sting of the Japanese mustard off his lips.
Orli took a long nori roll from the box and dipped an end in the sauce and took a bite. "Hey this is good - maybe I'll just have dinner, yeah?"
"Fucker, stop messing around." Dom's eyes still burned and the intensity seemed to match the burn of the wasabi in his mouth.
Orlando crawled around on the bed and straddled Dom's hips. Orlando still wore trousers; Dom was bare naked. Orlando put the nori roll back between his lips and pushed it in deep, making all accompanying noises and facial expressions. He slid it back out then in again and shifted around a little over Dom's groin. Dom made an impatient noise; he wasn't there for a show. Orlando rewarded (or punished?) him by tightening his teeth over the roll and tearing the seaweed wrapper as he pulled it out a second time, spilling grains of rice over Dom's stomach. Orli dropped the spent nori roll back in the box and moved down to clean up the white sticky mess from Dom's skin. Dom craned his neck to watch Orli's tongue emerge from between parted lips and flick at a grain of rice, licking it into his mouth. Dom sighed "fuck yeahhh..." as Orli's tongue swept around in a circle, collecting several grains and leaving Dom's skin pricking in its absence. After another light circle Orlando started licking wetly and heavily, swirling into Dom's navel and brushing against the dark trail of hair that pointed to Dom's eager cock. Orlando let nothing more than a hot breath touch the yearning head before straightening up and reaching for the cup of soy and wasabi. Dom moaned in disappointment and anticipation.
"This soy and wasabi is like you, Dom," Orlando mused as he licked a blackened finger. "Looks all regular and safe until you get it on your tongue, then..."
"Fuck, Orli, fuck! Shut the fuck up and get on with it!"
"Yeah yeah," Orlando mumbled, secretly thrilled by Dom's impatience. He dipped his middle finger back into the sauce and ran it over Dom's lips, and ducked to lick it off before Dom could. Dom was quick but Orli got down there in time to get some of the heat for himself - heat of wasabi blended with the heat of Dom's mouth. Even though he was on top he allowed himself to get pulled into Dom's hungry kiss, for a little while anyway. He stuck two fingers into the cup and gave them to Dom to suck, cursing at the way Dom looked as he sucked him. It had been way too long.
Dom felt Orlando tug his fingers out of his mouth and he lifted his head, knowing what was coming next but wanting to be sure. The fingers swept around the edge of the cup and hovered over Dom's chest, letting Dom know who was in control here. Dom knew even with his hands tied he could talk this situation round into any direction he wanted, but what he wanted tonight was to let Orli call the shots. It could be surprising sometimes.
Dom lost touch with all thought as an unblended spot of wasabi was rubbed onto his left nipple, the drip of soy that followed it barely relieving the sting. The heat grew before Orli's tongue flicked over the hardening nipple, and Dom almost started gibbering when the smooth wetness of Orli's mouth sucked off the last of the sauce.
"Hot enough?" Orlando questioned, eyebrow raised, tongue chasing the last of the oil from the corner of his mouth.
Dom exhaled loudly. "Do it again."
He closed his eyes and felt Orlando's fingers pinch at his swollen-hard nipple, rubbing the heat in until Dom cried out. The fingers were replaced with tongue and lips which momentarily added to the pain and heat before sweeping it away. Dom moaned for the hundredth time; he wanted the pain to last all night if it would always be followed by Orlando's fuckable mouth.
Dom noticed the cup of soy being exchanged for the glass of icecubes. "You're getting too hot, Dommie," Orli taunted. "Need to cool you down." Dom could tell by the catch in Orli's voice that he was getting as strung out on this as Dom himself was. Orlando traced a cross over Dom's swollen nipple with the icecube, and pushed it into Dom's mouth as Dom gasped at the change in temperature. Orlando swung his feet onto the floor and slid off the trousers and boxers that were still in the way of having as much contact with Dom as he'd like to. Dom looked up to see Orlando standing naked and erect beside him and he shattered the icecube between his back teeth. Orlando jumped back on the bed and straddled Dom's hips again.
He fished another icecube out of the glass with two fingers and sucked it between his lips, a quick repeat of the trick with the nori roll. Dom rolled his eyes and Orlando reached behind him to pinch Dom hard on the inside of his thigh, making him yelp. "You don't deserve this," Orli said before sucking the icecube completely into his mouth and heading for Dom's chest again.
Dom cried out "aaAHH!" as the freezing block grazed his right nipple. Orlando's mouth was attached to him like a blowfish, his tongue pushing the icecube around on Dom's skin. So cold, so fucking cold and warm and hot, he still had some wasabi on his lips - and cold again, and oh god he was sucking, sucking hard, rolling the icecube over the perked nub again, oh fuck... and he hadn't even noticed the contact with Orli's balls until now, Orli's balls moving along the length of his cock as his head moved across his chest to the other nipple, oh fuck...
Orlando straightened up again, rising up on his knees until Dom looked far away down there on the bed. He smiled at the tormented figure as grabbed another icecube. Dom's eyes twitched and Orlando said, "No Dom, this one's for me." Toned abdominals gloriously extended, tattooed skin gliding over muscle, Orlando stretched luxuriously, looking out of the corner of his eye at poor bound Dom. He'd get to play soon, no need to feel sorry for him. Still stretching one arm over his head, Orli lowered the other until the icecube melting between his fingers rubbed against a nipple, and he gasped at the cold contact. A shock at first but overall a delectable sensation. He moved the flat edge of the icecube over his aureola in a slow circle, feeling other parts of his body react - goosebumps rising on his upper arms, hairs on his thighs standing up, erect cock twitching a little. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he moved the icecube to the other nipple. And Dom, Dom wasn't there tonight for a show but he was going to get one.
Orli popped the remainder of the icecube into his mouth and lowered him self back down onto Dom's hips, making Dom say "oh goddd" as the balls-on-cock contact made another appearance. Orlando plucked up the last icecube with the fingers of his right hand and surprised Dom by pushing the fingers of the left into Dom's mouth. "Gimme a suck, Sblombie," he requested, voice full of syrup. Dom was tempted to bite him, and did as Orli pulled out. Orli scowled briefly, "naughty," before dipping the tips of the wet fingers into the soy and wasabi cup.
Dom's attention was fully focussed on Orlando as he straightened up above him again. His right hand raised the icecube to his navel, and the left hand reached underneath as he shifted his knees wider. Dom noticed Orlando's thighs twitch as his fingertips ran over the entrance to his body - he was wondering what the touch of wasabi would do, and if Orli had any idea what it would do. Couldn't be too adverse, as Orli was able to push a finger into himself.
"Fnsssss!" Orli hissed, biting his lower lip hard.
"What's it like?" Dom asked, genuinely curious.
"Gah, fuck... Um, good. Stings. Stings hot." Recovering a little control, Orlando rubbed the icecube over his stomach and back up to his nipple. "Cold..." he sighed.
Dom watched transfixed as Orlando pulled out the finger and pushed back in with two, gasping again at the added heat and moaning at the wet path of the icecube. His right hand moved the icecube back down to dip into his navel, then dropped out of his fingers as he grabbed at his own cock. Dom cried "ah fuck!" as the icecube slid over his balls and onto the mattress, lodging under his left cheek. It'll melt soon, it'll melt soon, he told himself, before his attention was drawn back to the masturbatory show has was unable to participate in.
"Fuck, Orli, fuck..." Dom felt unable to say anything else.
Orlando was having his own issues - he needed to fuck Dom now and he was running out of hands. He panted, "Dom, if I untie your hands will you put on the condom then lie still again?"
"No, fuck no, no fucking chance." Dom was twisting his hands in the scarf, trying to slip his hands out. Orli had pulled it so taut that there was no stretch left in it.
Orli groaned as he pulled his hand away from his cock and leant over to grab the lube and condoms from the bedside table. Disengaging his other hand from himself he rolled the condom onto Dom and slicked lube over his cock, just a little - the idea of friction was making him sweat. He planted his sticky hand firmly on Dom's stomach, a handprint to mark his territory, and slid it up to give Dom's right nipple another tweak. Dom being thus distracted he held Dom's cock steady and pushed himself down onto it, thinking immediately that maybe this was a little more friction than he could handle. Eh, he'd get over that quickly enough.
He bit his lip and focussed on loosening up as he pushed further down onto Dom, and Dom let out another string of expletives as their balls made contact briefly before Orli lifted himself back up, until the head of Dom's cock was held just by the strong muscle at Orli's entrance. He noticed Orli's lips moving (counting?) before Orli pushed down on him again, rose again. Orlando's eyes were closed and he bit his lip - if his eyes opened they would have seen Dom biting his lip too, he'd had just about fucking enough of this torture. Orlando relaxed again and slid down onto Dom, and asked with a shaky voice, "Dom?"
"What?" Dom snapped, too titillated and frustrated to manage more.
Orlando held his hips as still as possible on top of Dom's as he gingerly leant forward and worked at the knot of the scarf with one hand. As soon as it loosened Dom tore his hands free, yelling something close to a roar at the triumph of his release. Dom grabbed Orlando's hips and pulled him down hard, twice, four times, before pulling out of him and pushing Orlando down onto the mattress on knees and elbows. Kneeling behind he drove into him hard, a few deep hard thrusts as punishment (or reward?) for getting him so strung out. They both seemed to feel it was a reward after all, as Dom reached around for Orlando's cock and Orli thrust into his hand, matching the rhythm Dom was beating out behind him. Dom's other hand brushed over the muscles of Orlando's stomach, and had a brief thought about the connectedness of all the muscles in the body below him, just as Orlando came and the muscles surrounding Dom's cock contracted in quick succession. Dom's body spasmed in response and he felt his legs weaken, and he collapsed (as gently as possible) on top of Orli.
"Well fuck you too," Dom heard Orlando's muffled voice say.
"Just you fucking wait," Dom panted in reply.
Author:
vestalvagrantRating: NC17
Pairing: DomOrli
Disclaimer: PWP RPS. Totally bullshit.
Another disclaimer: I went for porn rather than well-written, good dialogue, or consistent style. This is for
limeysugar after all!Dedication: For
limeysugar's 24th birthday. A selection of my favourite kinks, served with a side of in-jokes. Creditation: Influenced by Calico's Sabotage (mostly the word 'devour'), Linda Jaivin's Eat Me (can never look at sushi the same way again), and whatever else has continued to my personal kinks over the decades. Over the last 6 or 8 years anyway!
*****
Dom answered the knock on his hotel room door and held it wide for Orlando to enter. "Glad you could make it," he said with a dirty grin.
"Took me ages to get away from the bloody photographers. Sorry."
"Ah, everyone wants a piece of our Mr Bloom. Not least of all me." Orlando's grin became almost as dirty as Dom's, but Dom's was hard to match. "What's that you've got?"
Orlando shrugged. "Scarf. Some squeeing fangirl stalker gave it to me on the red carpet. Pinned her phone number to it and everything."
"And you kept it because the garish choice of colours is you all over. Well I'm sure we can find a use for it. The phone number too - maybe Fangirl and her best friend would like to come up here and suck us off while I devour your mouth with my tongue."
"You're a perverted man, Dom."
Dom covered Orli's hands with his own and slipped the scarf out of them. "Yes, I can think of things to do with this. Imagine what Fangirl would say if she saw you tied to my bed using the scarf she so stalkerishly knitted."
Orlando closed his hands back around the scarf . "It's my scarf, Dom. I get to do the tying."
"You're a fucking dirty boy, Orli. Fucking filthy."
"Say it again."
"You're a dirty fucking pervert."
Orli grabbed Dom's collar. "Shut the fuck up and kiss me." Their mouths met mid-air, a turmoil of lips and tongues and teeth, hot breath and desperate hands. Dom fumbled open the top three buttons of Orlando's shirt and pulled it over his head, then tore his own shirt off. Their mouths reattached and he tugged Orli's chest to his, groaning as their nipples rubbed past each other. He wanted Orlando to suck his nipples, suck them hard enough to leave marks. Thinking this he slid a hand down to Orli's sun tattoo, not needing sight to locate it. He pinched it with the flats of his fingers, knowing the skin around the ink would turn red from the pressure. In response Orlando rubbed the flat of his palm against Dom's bicep where he'd been decorated by the needle.
Orli pushed harded against Dom's arm to move him toward the bed. As much as he craved Dom's tongue in his mouth he needed Dom's dick inside him more. And the most expedient way to get it there was to move things along.
When the back of Dom's legs hit the bed and Orli unfastened Dom's belt, with much smoother movement than Dom's button work. He stripped Dom of footwear, trousers and boxers, and kicked off his own shoes and socks.
Dom's hands moved to undress Orlando but they were stopped - "You're not touching anything," Orli purred. Orli picked up the scarf from where it had been dropped on the floor and twisted it into a thicker rope. Dom couldn't resist as Orlando slowly pushed him onto his back and stretched his arms up to the headboard. "Fuck, Dom..." he sighed, as he traced a finger along the vulnerable white skin from Dom's elbow to wrist. He twisted the scarf around Dom's wrists and bound them together, and tied the ends of the scarf to the bedhead.
Orli's fingers trailed off Dom's chest as he stood up and walked to the other side of the room.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"What have you got in this place?" Orlando asked, not meaning the condoms and lube left conspicuously on the bedside table.
"I found a take-away Japanese across the street," Dom smirked.
A sigh caught in Orli's throat. "Wasabi? Haven't tasted that in such a fucking long time..." He opened the bar fridge and pulled out a plastic box with Japanese script on the lid, and tipped half a tray of icecubes into a glass. He started to feel like a kid at Christmas who couldn't decide what toy to play with first.
"Get the fuck back over here, will you?" Dom yelled. Orli turned and Dom's eyes just about burned holes in him from the other side of the room. Orli felt his core temperature rise by a couple of degrees.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he ruffled Dom's hair with one hand, grinning as much in remembrance of kinky times past as kinky times about to come. Dom tried to bite his fingers and Orli allowed him a little nip, had to give the man something.
What first, fire or ice? Feeling hungry, Orli opened the box from the take-away and took out the plastic cup of soy sauce and the green sachet. He mixed a glob of wasabi into the black sauce with a finger, until the sauce had an oily green skin floating on top, like Dom had shown him the first time they'd all gone for Japanese. He licked his finger - fuck, that had some bite in it. He lowered the finger to Dom's mouth and Dom lapped greedily, licking the sting of the Japanese mustard off his lips.
Orli took a long nori roll from the box and dipped an end in the sauce and took a bite. "Hey this is good - maybe I'll just have dinner, yeah?"
"Fucker, stop messing around." Dom's eyes still burned and the intensity seemed to match the burn of the wasabi in his mouth.
Orlando crawled around on the bed and straddled Dom's hips. Orlando still wore trousers; Dom was bare naked. Orlando put the nori roll back between his lips and pushed it in deep, making all accompanying noises and facial expressions. He slid it back out then in again and shifted around a little over Dom's groin. Dom made an impatient noise; he wasn't there for a show. Orlando rewarded (or punished?) him by tightening his teeth over the roll and tearing the seaweed wrapper as he pulled it out a second time, spilling grains of rice over Dom's stomach. Orli dropped the spent nori roll back in the box and moved down to clean up the white sticky mess from Dom's skin. Dom craned his neck to watch Orli's tongue emerge from between parted lips and flick at a grain of rice, licking it into his mouth. Dom sighed "fuck yeahhh..." as Orli's tongue swept around in a circle, collecting several grains and leaving Dom's skin pricking in its absence. After another light circle Orlando started licking wetly and heavily, swirling into Dom's navel and brushing against the dark trail of hair that pointed to Dom's eager cock. Orlando let nothing more than a hot breath touch the yearning head before straightening up and reaching for the cup of soy and wasabi. Dom moaned in disappointment and anticipation.
"This soy and wasabi is like you, Dom," Orlando mused as he licked a blackened finger. "Looks all regular and safe until you get it on your tongue, then..."
"Fuck, Orli, fuck! Shut the fuck up and get on with it!"
"Yeah yeah," Orlando mumbled, secretly thrilled by Dom's impatience. He dipped his middle finger back into the sauce and ran it over Dom's lips, and ducked to lick it off before Dom could. Dom was quick but Orli got down there in time to get some of the heat for himself - heat of wasabi blended with the heat of Dom's mouth. Even though he was on top he allowed himself to get pulled into Dom's hungry kiss, for a little while anyway. He stuck two fingers into the cup and gave them to Dom to suck, cursing at the way Dom looked as he sucked him. It had been way too long.
Dom felt Orlando tug his fingers out of his mouth and he lifted his head, knowing what was coming next but wanting to be sure. The fingers swept around the edge of the cup and hovered over Dom's chest, letting Dom know who was in control here. Dom knew even with his hands tied he could talk this situation round into any direction he wanted, but what he wanted tonight was to let Orli call the shots. It could be surprising sometimes.
Dom lost touch with all thought as an unblended spot of wasabi was rubbed onto his left nipple, the drip of soy that followed it barely relieving the sting. The heat grew before Orli's tongue flicked over the hardening nipple, and Dom almost started gibbering when the smooth wetness of Orli's mouth sucked off the last of the sauce.
"Hot enough?" Orlando questioned, eyebrow raised, tongue chasing the last of the oil from the corner of his mouth.
Dom exhaled loudly. "Do it again."
He closed his eyes and felt Orlando's fingers pinch at his swollen-hard nipple, rubbing the heat in until Dom cried out. The fingers were replaced with tongue and lips which momentarily added to the pain and heat before sweeping it away. Dom moaned for the hundredth time; he wanted the pain to last all night if it would always be followed by Orlando's fuckable mouth.
Dom noticed the cup of soy being exchanged for the glass of icecubes. "You're getting too hot, Dommie," Orli taunted. "Need to cool you down." Dom could tell by the catch in Orli's voice that he was getting as strung out on this as Dom himself was. Orlando traced a cross over Dom's swollen nipple with the icecube, and pushed it into Dom's mouth as Dom gasped at the change in temperature. Orlando swung his feet onto the floor and slid off the trousers and boxers that were still in the way of having as much contact with Dom as he'd like to. Dom looked up to see Orlando standing naked and erect beside him and he shattered the icecube between his back teeth. Orlando jumped back on the bed and straddled Dom's hips again.
He fished another icecube out of the glass with two fingers and sucked it between his lips, a quick repeat of the trick with the nori roll. Dom rolled his eyes and Orlando reached behind him to pinch Dom hard on the inside of his thigh, making him yelp. "You don't deserve this," Orli said before sucking the icecube completely into his mouth and heading for Dom's chest again.
Dom cried out "aaAHH!" as the freezing block grazed his right nipple. Orlando's mouth was attached to him like a blowfish, his tongue pushing the icecube around on Dom's skin. So cold, so fucking cold and warm and hot, he still had some wasabi on his lips - and cold again, and oh god he was sucking, sucking hard, rolling the icecube over the perked nub again, oh fuck... and he hadn't even noticed the contact with Orli's balls until now, Orli's balls moving along the length of his cock as his head moved across his chest to the other nipple, oh fuck...
Orlando straightened up again, rising up on his knees until Dom looked far away down there on the bed. He smiled at the tormented figure as grabbed another icecube. Dom's eyes twitched and Orlando said, "No Dom, this one's for me." Toned abdominals gloriously extended, tattooed skin gliding over muscle, Orlando stretched luxuriously, looking out of the corner of his eye at poor bound Dom. He'd get to play soon, no need to feel sorry for him. Still stretching one arm over his head, Orli lowered the other until the icecube melting between his fingers rubbed against a nipple, and he gasped at the cold contact. A shock at first but overall a delectable sensation. He moved the flat edge of the icecube over his aureola in a slow circle, feeling other parts of his body react - goosebumps rising on his upper arms, hairs on his thighs standing up, erect cock twitching a little. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he moved the icecube to the other nipple. And Dom, Dom wasn't there tonight for a show but he was going to get one.
Orli popped the remainder of the icecube into his mouth and lowered him self back down onto Dom's hips, making Dom say "oh goddd" as the balls-on-cock contact made another appearance. Orlando plucked up the last icecube with the fingers of his right hand and surprised Dom by pushing the fingers of the left into Dom's mouth. "Gimme a suck, Sblombie," he requested, voice full of syrup. Dom was tempted to bite him, and did as Orli pulled out. Orli scowled briefly, "naughty," before dipping the tips of the wet fingers into the soy and wasabi cup.
Dom's attention was fully focussed on Orlando as he straightened up above him again. His right hand raised the icecube to his navel, and the left hand reached underneath as he shifted his knees wider. Dom noticed Orlando's thighs twitch as his fingertips ran over the entrance to his body - he was wondering what the touch of wasabi would do, and if Orli had any idea what it would do. Couldn't be too adverse, as Orli was able to push a finger into himself.
"Fnsssss!" Orli hissed, biting his lower lip hard.
"What's it like?" Dom asked, genuinely curious.
"Gah, fuck... Um, good. Stings. Stings hot." Recovering a little control, Orlando rubbed the icecube over his stomach and back up to his nipple. "Cold..." he sighed.
Dom watched transfixed as Orlando pulled out the finger and pushed back in with two, gasping again at the added heat and moaning at the wet path of the icecube. His right hand moved the icecube back down to dip into his navel, then dropped out of his fingers as he grabbed at his own cock. Dom cried "ah fuck!" as the icecube slid over his balls and onto the mattress, lodging under his left cheek. It'll melt soon, it'll melt soon, he told himself, before his attention was drawn back to the masturbatory show has was unable to participate in.
"Fuck, Orli, fuck..." Dom felt unable to say anything else.
Orlando was having his own issues - he needed to fuck Dom now and he was running out of hands. He panted, "Dom, if I untie your hands will you put on the condom then lie still again?"
"No, fuck no, no fucking chance." Dom was twisting his hands in the scarf, trying to slip his hands out. Orli had pulled it so taut that there was no stretch left in it.
Orli groaned as he pulled his hand away from his cock and leant over to grab the lube and condoms from the bedside table. Disengaging his other hand from himself he rolled the condom onto Dom and slicked lube over his cock, just a little - the idea of friction was making him sweat. He planted his sticky hand firmly on Dom's stomach, a handprint to mark his territory, and slid it up to give Dom's right nipple another tweak. Dom being thus distracted he held Dom's cock steady and pushed himself down onto it, thinking immediately that maybe this was a little more friction than he could handle. Eh, he'd get over that quickly enough.
He bit his lip and focussed on loosening up as he pushed further down onto Dom, and Dom let out another string of expletives as their balls made contact briefly before Orli lifted himself back up, until the head of Dom's cock was held just by the strong muscle at Orli's entrance. He noticed Orli's lips moving (counting?) before Orli pushed down on him again, rose again. Orlando's eyes were closed and he bit his lip - if his eyes opened they would have seen Dom biting his lip too, he'd had just about fucking enough of this torture. Orlando relaxed again and slid down onto Dom, and asked with a shaky voice, "Dom?"
"What?" Dom snapped, too titillated and frustrated to manage more.
Orlando held his hips as still as possible on top of Dom's as he gingerly leant forward and worked at the knot of the scarf with one hand. As soon as it loosened Dom tore his hands free, yelling something close to a roar at the triumph of his release. Dom grabbed Orlando's hips and pulled him down hard, twice, four times, before pulling out of him and pushing Orlando down onto the mattress on knees and elbows. Kneeling behind he drove into him hard, a few deep hard thrusts as punishment (or reward?) for getting him so strung out. They both seemed to feel it was a reward after all, as Dom reached around for Orlando's cock and Orli thrust into his hand, matching the rhythm Dom was beating out behind him. Dom's other hand brushed over the muscles of Orlando's stomach, and had a brief thought about the connectedness of all the muscles in the body below him, just as Orlando came and the muscles surrounding Dom's cock contracted in quick succession. Dom's body spasmed in response and he felt his legs weaken, and he collapsed (as gently as possible) on top of Orli.
"Well fuck you too," Dom heard Orlando's muffled voice say.
"Just you fucking wait," Dom panted in reply.
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Sorry.
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And I would so read your story if I was into DomOrli, because. Yes. Kink.
I'd also like to mention I adore your icon. Hee!
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oh holy fuck.
"Just you fucking wait," Dom panted in reply
*wibble*
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uh
yeah. :)
Can't be more coherent than that right now.
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it's no wonder we're luvehs. tee hee. giggle. snork.
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*pash and stuff, liek yeah*
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Damn, does that mean I have to post more fics?
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A 'yeah' is as good as a wink to a blind RPS writer, or something.
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*melts at the thought*
great fic!!!
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and i just re-read. tis fantastic. i'm friending youuuuuuuu.
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Someone at work has a friend in NZ who, a few years back, opened Wellington's first sushi bar. All the LOTR cast used to go there. I found that out a couple months after writing Scarf...
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I can never look sushi in the face again!
*hug*