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RPS PWP
TITLE : As yet untitled
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PAIRING : Dominic Monaghan / Andy Serkis
RATING : NC-17
A/N : Series of 25 drabbles, written forolivia_ramirez, thanks to my great beta sweetexplosions
He can feel eyes watching him, following him as he walks across the room, taking a seat at the opposite side, curling his legs underneath himself. Hugging a cushion to his chest, pretending to listen to Billy’s story, he risks a glance at those eyes. As quickly as their blue gazes meet, they part. Dom continues his act of pretend-listening, but he can’t stop thinking about those eyes. As he thinks more and more about those eyes, he thinks more and more about the devilish smile, the dark, unruly curls, the well-muscled arms, everything that goes with those watchful eyes.
He watches Dom take lazy, short strides in front of him, watches as he curls himself into the chair, watches as he listens to Billy. He can’t help it, he’s fascinated, intrigued, curious. Something about Dom has grasped his imagination, and isn’t going to let go easily. For the fraction of a second during which their eyes meet, Andy feels a sudden intensity; something lurking in the pit of his stomach awakens. The moment passes as quickly as it arrived, but the feeling deep inside of Andy lingers.
Dom knows Andy’s been watching him, knows he’s been doing it most of the night, but he’s sure no one else has noticed, why would they? Over dinner, over dessert, while they tried to watch TV, drank beer, and now, while they’re telling various tales, Dom knows he’s still being watched. Another quick glance. His heart beats just a little faster; not because he’s being watched; not because of who is watching him, exactly; what’s really getting his pulse racing, making the adrenaline rush through his body, is that it doesn’t bother him. It’s Andy, and it doesn’t bother him.
Andy can’t help it, can’t stop it. He didn’t try to at first, he didn’t realise. Over dinner, he thought it might just be the conversation that kept his gaze creeping back to Dom, but as they settled in the lounge, he realised he was hooked. He still wasn’t sure what he was hooked on or to, a safe generalisation, he figured, was one word : Dominic. Had he been aware then, when they had still been sat around the table, casually eating, he could’ve stopped staring, stopped watching, stopped this bizarre addiction kicking in. But would he have stopped?
Again. He knows he is being watched again. As he stands in the doorway, saying goodnight to Viggo and Sean, he knows it. His heart is still beating that fraction faster than normal. What he hadn’t known was that when Billy had told everyone they could stay at his place that night, and save a drunken stagger home, that Andy would accept. The thought hadn’t occurred to Dom. But now, that very same thought makes his pulse quicken further, giving him the same feeling that you get before going on a roller coaster. That feeling of nerves mixed with excitement.
Again. He is doing it again. He had watched as Dom went into the hallway with the others to say goodnight. He hadn’t planned on staying, but agreed when Billy phoned him that afternoon; it wasn’t until five minutes ago that he discovered Dom would be staying. Elijah, Billy, Dom and himself. A tiny, almost inaudible, little voice in his head tells Andy he should make his excuses, leave, take his new little obsession with him and work it out later or tomorrow. Andy mentally gives that little voice a slap as he settles back into the sofa beside Elijah.
Gratefully taking the quilt and pillows from Billy, Dom thanks him, assures him the sofa will be fine. He makes a crude joke about sharing Billy’s bed, before throwing his bedclothes on the sofa, dropping on top of them. He sits on the sofa, staring at the fireplace in front of him, listening to the voices wishing him sweet dreams. Risking a glance before even thinking about doing it, he’s captured by those eyes, holding him, almost enticing him. Dom swallows the lump that has formed in his throat, as Billy points Andy in the direction of the spare room.
Andy watches Dom toss his bedclothes effortlessly onto the sofa, flopping down on top of them. Now he can only see the top of Dom’s head over the back of the couch. But he still stares, secretly hoping for one last glance, one like he’s been receiving throughout the night. His heart jumps in his ribcage as Dom looks in his direction : he’s caught. Like a deer in headlights, he can only stare. He would like nothing more, although he knows not why, than to stay here all night, but a gentle tug on his arm lures him away.
Dom shifts on the sofa for at least the twentieth time, turning his pillow over. He can’t sleep. He closes his eyes, but sleep doesn’t come. His pulse is still accelerated, his mind continuing to work overtime. His ears perk up every time he hears a noise, whether inside or out, and his body freezes, waiting for something, anything, to follow. Now, the creak of a door handle turning. Soft, slow footsteps padding along the wooden floor. The click of the bathroom light. Soft thud of the door closing. Dom releases the breath he was holding tight in his lungs.
Andy turns in his bed for at least the twentieth time. He can’t sleep. He’s stared at the ceiling, wall and floor. Whatever had been driving his actions earlier is now his craving. That feeling, that creature, that part of himself he had not known, still lingers in his stomach, still making him question himself. The pine is cool on his bare feet as he makes his way to the bathroom, anything to get away from his distraction. Pausing before entering the room, he glances down the hallway into the darkness. He barely resists his urge to follow his gaze.
Sitting up, Dom rests his head in his hands, rubs his eyes. He doesn’t know how long he’s been lying there, awake as ever, but he knows he needs to sleep. Yawning, Dom stretches his arms above his head in a dramatic fashion. Avoiding the sharp edge of the coffee table, he makes his way to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes again. A soft thud echoes through the hall as a sharp pain starts at his elbow, working its way through his arm. He isn’t normally that bad with doors. Standing in the middle of the kitchen now, he’s frozen.
A quick drink. Not alcohol. Not coffee. Water. Andy runs his hand along the wall, feeling his way along the darkened hallway from the bathroom to the kitchen, careful not to hit the doorframe. Quickly abandoning the idea of remembering where Billy keeps his glasses, Andy begins to open the cupboards, forcing his eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Boxes of cereal. Plates and bowls. Third time lucky; glasses. Gently closing the cupboard door, Andy makes his way to the sink, letting the cold water run into his glass. Turning to lean back against the sink, he’s frozen.
Dom’s aware of the chill in the air, the cold from tiles beneath his feet, but only vaguely, because those eyes are fixed on him again. The gaze pinning him to the spot sends heat throughout his entire body. He unconsciously clenches and unclenches his hand, swallows. Whether it’s the attractive force of the gaze, or another force pushing him forward, he takes a cautious step. Another. He’s standing in front of Andy before he realises it. Dom maintains the intense stare, breaking it only for a second to glance at the glass as he takes it from Andy’s hands.
Andy appreciates the support of the sink, without it he’s convinced his knees would buckle, leaving him in a heap on the floor. He’s experienced intensity before, but this is new, different. As he watches Dom hesitantly make his way across the kitchen, listening to the quiet noises Dom’s feet make on the tiles, his heart beats faster, his hands become slightly shaky. Dom stands directly in front of him, in what Andy would normally consider his “personal space”, but this time it’s not a problem. He’s somewhat thankful that Dom removes the glass of water from his now-unsteady hands.
Dom hesitates only a moment to catch his breath. His heart is pounding. His trembling fingers brush Andy’s cheek, rough stubble beneath his hand. Completely undone, Dom can almost hear his mind switch off, allowing his body to take over. Bodies almost touching, Dom brings his other hand to cup Andy’s face; the flood of energy through Dom is overwhelming. Tracing Andy’s jawline back, Dom threads his fingers through a maze of dark, unruly curls. Gripping tightly, he is suddenly aware of hands on his sides, firmly, slowly rubbing, forcing his stomach into somersaults. Dom presses his lips against Andy’s.
Andy feels air catching in his lungs at Dom’s cool touch, the chill not unwelcome, sending a shiver down Andy’s spine, calling each individual hair on his body to attention. Two hands now, resting on his cheeks, the right one slightly damp from condensation on the glass. As soft hands make their way deep into his hair, taking hold, Andy is grateful the newly-formed lump in his throat catches the sigh that almost escapes. His own hands now firmly attached to Dom’s sides, he doesn’t know how or when, move in time with his barely-controlled breathing as leans towards him.
Nerves, unfamiliarity, that feeling of doing something new and exciting, are all combined within Dom, making him more tense than he has been in a long time. This tension is translating itself through his shaky fingers, which still clutch dark ringlets as if it was the only thing keeping him on this earth. Andy’s lips part, allowing, inviting further exploration. And Dom accepts. His tongue slick over Andy’s, delving deeper, Dom presses their bodies closer; himself tight against Andy, and Andy tight against the counter. Caution thrown to the wind, hands wandering, their kiss is full of passion, lust, desire.
Whether it is Dom’s lips against his, the sensation of Dom’s tongue against his, or the force of Dom’s body, pressed from head to toe against his, Andy doesn’t know, but the pressure within his body builds. Separating his lips allows, invites more untamed energy to spread through him. The edge of the counter digs into his back as Dom forces their bodies closer, though it doesn’t seem possible. But the pain is irrelevant compared with the pleasure incited by Dom, his hungry tongue, his soft and curious fingers. Andy lets his hands wander further, eager to discover new territory.
Impatience, need, lust all take over. Dom, wrenching his fists from Andy’s hair, grasps at the hem of Andy’s ruffled shirt, yanking the material over his head and tossing it to the floor. The cool rush of air sweeping into the gap between them is quickly replaced by their warm bodies. Dom’s fingers are searching, seeking to touch upon every inch of bare flesh, roaming across Andy’s back. He doesn’t want to let Andy go, end their kiss, tries in vain to prevent it; mere seconds later, he’s not so reluctant as experienced lips work their magic on his neck.
Restlessness, want, craving all take over. Andy wastes no time in assisting Dom with the removal of his shirt. Their bodies apart for only a matter of seconds, Andy quickly resumes his exploration of Dom. Struggling to separate their insatiable lips and mouths, Andy cannot control the urge to discover the taste and texture of the warm skin of Dom’s neck, that untouched skin now teasing him, taunting him, urging him on. He doesn’t resist, why the hell would he? Resisting the urge to completely devour, Andy instead savours the taste, lapping at the beads of sweat, relishing every moment.
The fire Dom sees in Andy’s eyes just before their mouths clash again excites him, arouses him, stirs his senses beyond control. Thanking almost everyone under the sun for the lack of buttons, zippers and anything else which may have gotten in the way, Dom pushes Andy’s boxers to the floor. He’s only vaguely aware of rough hands removing his shorts, without much thought stepping out of them when they hit his ankles. Dom is much more concerned with committing each touch, taste and feeling to memory, enjoying every sensation for what it is worth, delighting in each new thrill.
The yearning Andy sees in Dom’s eyes just before their mouths crash together again encourages him, stimulates him, provokes him. Rapidly hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Dom’s shorts, he tugs them loose, forcing them downward. Again tasting the sweet flavour from Dom’s neck and shoulders, Andy traces a jagged line along Dom’s collarbone, licking and sucking at every opportunity, indulging in the expanse of pale skin before him. A faint worry in the back of his mind asks Andy if he’s taking things too far too fast; a deep, barely audible moan from Dom shuts that thought out.
Friction. Contact. Dom couldn’t contain the loud moan if he tried with all he was worth; their free, erect cocks pressing against each other, trapped between their anxious bodies. Dom can feel the low groan in Andy’s throat as he sucks the skin between his lips. Another audible moan escapes Dom’s lips as Andy grabs his ass; Dom involuntarily bites down on the skin between his teeth at further friction. Prying themselves apart, the suggestive look Dom receives is not lost on him; the devilish smile he replies with confirms so, he wastes no time in accepting Andy’s next invitation.
Contact. Friction. Andy’s mind screams at Dom's subconscious double assault on his senses; Dom’s loud moan twists Andy’s stomach in knots, skilful lips on his neck make his legs and arms weak. His senses are being spoiled in every way possible. Gripping Dom’s ass, he forces them together again, rubbing their aching cocks together. The teeth in his shoulder would’ve hurt more had it not been such an erotic action. Feeling need and desire more than ever, Andy pries them apart, leaving a question, a proposal, lingering between them. The smile he receives from Dom leaves no room for doubt.
Reaching the table, Dom is quick to his knees, taking Andy in his mouth before he was really prepared. Hot. Wet. Grabbing fistfuls of hair is Andy’s only method of keeping upright. Pressure. Pleasure. Just before reaching his climax, Andy has Dom’s lips against his, inviting him. Open. Waiting. Dom quickly takes Andy’s hand, licking and sucking each finger in turn, before bracing himself against the table. One. Two. Dom’s groan causes a similar sound from Andy, echoing through the quiet house. Burning. Craving. Andy bites down hard on Dom’s shoulder blade, reaching for his cock. Back. Forth. Dom’s nails are almost embedded in the table as Andy moves in him. Harder. Faster. Their two bodies, finding a rhythm, Andy stroking Dom’s cock in time with his own movements. Sparks. Tremors. Dom’s hand covers Andy’s on his cock, encouraging him, urging him to stroke more quickly. Desire. Need. Slamming into Dom, Andy almost knocks the air clean from his lungs, but the amazing satisfaction which each thrust brings Dom closer to his orgasm, reaches deep inside him to cause spectacular sensations. Climax. Explosions. Both men collapse on the table, breathing heavily, deeply, neither quite believing what has just happened. Sated.
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m_l_hPAIRING : Dominic Monaghan / Andy Serkis
RATING : NC-17
A/N : Series of 25 drabbles, written for
olivia_ramirez, thanks to my great beta sweetexplosionsHe can feel eyes watching him, following him as he walks across the room, taking a seat at the opposite side, curling his legs underneath himself. Hugging a cushion to his chest, pretending to listen to Billy’s story, he risks a glance at those eyes. As quickly as their blue gazes meet, they part. Dom continues his act of pretend-listening, but he can’t stop thinking about those eyes. As he thinks more and more about those eyes, he thinks more and more about the devilish smile, the dark, unruly curls, the well-muscled arms, everything that goes with those watchful eyes.
He watches Dom take lazy, short strides in front of him, watches as he curls himself into the chair, watches as he listens to Billy. He can’t help it, he’s fascinated, intrigued, curious. Something about Dom has grasped his imagination, and isn’t going to let go easily. For the fraction of a second during which their eyes meet, Andy feels a sudden intensity; something lurking in the pit of his stomach awakens. The moment passes as quickly as it arrived, but the feeling deep inside of Andy lingers.
Dom knows Andy’s been watching him, knows he’s been doing it most of the night, but he’s sure no one else has noticed, why would they? Over dinner, over dessert, while they tried to watch TV, drank beer, and now, while they’re telling various tales, Dom knows he’s still being watched. Another quick glance. His heart beats just a little faster; not because he’s being watched; not because of who is watching him, exactly; what’s really getting his pulse racing, making the adrenaline rush through his body, is that it doesn’t bother him. It’s Andy, and it doesn’t bother him.
Andy can’t help it, can’t stop it. He didn’t try to at first, he didn’t realise. Over dinner, he thought it might just be the conversation that kept his gaze creeping back to Dom, but as they settled in the lounge, he realised he was hooked. He still wasn’t sure what he was hooked on or to, a safe generalisation, he figured, was one word : Dominic. Had he been aware then, when they had still been sat around the table, casually eating, he could’ve stopped staring, stopped watching, stopped this bizarre addiction kicking in. But would he have stopped?
Again. He knows he is being watched again. As he stands in the doorway, saying goodnight to Viggo and Sean, he knows it. His heart is still beating that fraction faster than normal. What he hadn’t known was that when Billy had told everyone they could stay at his place that night, and save a drunken stagger home, that Andy would accept. The thought hadn’t occurred to Dom. But now, that very same thought makes his pulse quicken further, giving him the same feeling that you get before going on a roller coaster. That feeling of nerves mixed with excitement.
Again. He is doing it again. He had watched as Dom went into the hallway with the others to say goodnight. He hadn’t planned on staying, but agreed when Billy phoned him that afternoon; it wasn’t until five minutes ago that he discovered Dom would be staying. Elijah, Billy, Dom and himself. A tiny, almost inaudible, little voice in his head tells Andy he should make his excuses, leave, take his new little obsession with him and work it out later or tomorrow. Andy mentally gives that little voice a slap as he settles back into the sofa beside Elijah.
Gratefully taking the quilt and pillows from Billy, Dom thanks him, assures him the sofa will be fine. He makes a crude joke about sharing Billy’s bed, before throwing his bedclothes on the sofa, dropping on top of them. He sits on the sofa, staring at the fireplace in front of him, listening to the voices wishing him sweet dreams. Risking a glance before even thinking about doing it, he’s captured by those eyes, holding him, almost enticing him. Dom swallows the lump that has formed in his throat, as Billy points Andy in the direction of the spare room.
Andy watches Dom toss his bedclothes effortlessly onto the sofa, flopping down on top of them. Now he can only see the top of Dom’s head over the back of the couch. But he still stares, secretly hoping for one last glance, one like he’s been receiving throughout the night. His heart jumps in his ribcage as Dom looks in his direction : he’s caught. Like a deer in headlights, he can only stare. He would like nothing more, although he knows not why, than to stay here all night, but a gentle tug on his arm lures him away.
Dom shifts on the sofa for at least the twentieth time, turning his pillow over. He can’t sleep. He closes his eyes, but sleep doesn’t come. His pulse is still accelerated, his mind continuing to work overtime. His ears perk up every time he hears a noise, whether inside or out, and his body freezes, waiting for something, anything, to follow. Now, the creak of a door handle turning. Soft, slow footsteps padding along the wooden floor. The click of the bathroom light. Soft thud of the door closing. Dom releases the breath he was holding tight in his lungs.
Andy turns in his bed for at least the twentieth time. He can’t sleep. He’s stared at the ceiling, wall and floor. Whatever had been driving his actions earlier is now his craving. That feeling, that creature, that part of himself he had not known, still lingers in his stomach, still making him question himself. The pine is cool on his bare feet as he makes his way to the bathroom, anything to get away from his distraction. Pausing before entering the room, he glances down the hallway into the darkness. He barely resists his urge to follow his gaze.
Sitting up, Dom rests his head in his hands, rubs his eyes. He doesn’t know how long he’s been lying there, awake as ever, but he knows he needs to sleep. Yawning, Dom stretches his arms above his head in a dramatic fashion. Avoiding the sharp edge of the coffee table, he makes his way to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes again. A soft thud echoes through the hall as a sharp pain starts at his elbow, working its way through his arm. He isn’t normally that bad with doors. Standing in the middle of the kitchen now, he’s frozen.
A quick drink. Not alcohol. Not coffee. Water. Andy runs his hand along the wall, feeling his way along the darkened hallway from the bathroom to the kitchen, careful not to hit the doorframe. Quickly abandoning the idea of remembering where Billy keeps his glasses, Andy begins to open the cupboards, forcing his eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Boxes of cereal. Plates and bowls. Third time lucky; glasses. Gently closing the cupboard door, Andy makes his way to the sink, letting the cold water run into his glass. Turning to lean back against the sink, he’s frozen.
Dom’s aware of the chill in the air, the cold from tiles beneath his feet, but only vaguely, because those eyes are fixed on him again. The gaze pinning him to the spot sends heat throughout his entire body. He unconsciously clenches and unclenches his hand, swallows. Whether it’s the attractive force of the gaze, or another force pushing him forward, he takes a cautious step. Another. He’s standing in front of Andy before he realises it. Dom maintains the intense stare, breaking it only for a second to glance at the glass as he takes it from Andy’s hands.
Andy appreciates the support of the sink, without it he’s convinced his knees would buckle, leaving him in a heap on the floor. He’s experienced intensity before, but this is new, different. As he watches Dom hesitantly make his way across the kitchen, listening to the quiet noises Dom’s feet make on the tiles, his heart beats faster, his hands become slightly shaky. Dom stands directly in front of him, in what Andy would normally consider his “personal space”, but this time it’s not a problem. He’s somewhat thankful that Dom removes the glass of water from his now-unsteady hands.
Dom hesitates only a moment to catch his breath. His heart is pounding. His trembling fingers brush Andy’s cheek, rough stubble beneath his hand. Completely undone, Dom can almost hear his mind switch off, allowing his body to take over. Bodies almost touching, Dom brings his other hand to cup Andy’s face; the flood of energy through Dom is overwhelming. Tracing Andy’s jawline back, Dom threads his fingers through a maze of dark, unruly curls. Gripping tightly, he is suddenly aware of hands on his sides, firmly, slowly rubbing, forcing his stomach into somersaults. Dom presses his lips against Andy’s.
Andy feels air catching in his lungs at Dom’s cool touch, the chill not unwelcome, sending a shiver down Andy’s spine, calling each individual hair on his body to attention. Two hands now, resting on his cheeks, the right one slightly damp from condensation on the glass. As soft hands make their way deep into his hair, taking hold, Andy is grateful the newly-formed lump in his throat catches the sigh that almost escapes. His own hands now firmly attached to Dom’s sides, he doesn’t know how or when, move in time with his barely-controlled breathing as leans towards him.
Nerves, unfamiliarity, that feeling of doing something new and exciting, are all combined within Dom, making him more tense than he has been in a long time. This tension is translating itself through his shaky fingers, which still clutch dark ringlets as if it was the only thing keeping him on this earth. Andy’s lips part, allowing, inviting further exploration. And Dom accepts. His tongue slick over Andy’s, delving deeper, Dom presses their bodies closer; himself tight against Andy, and Andy tight against the counter. Caution thrown to the wind, hands wandering, their kiss is full of passion, lust, desire.
Whether it is Dom’s lips against his, the sensation of Dom’s tongue against his, or the force of Dom’s body, pressed from head to toe against his, Andy doesn’t know, but the pressure within his body builds. Separating his lips allows, invites more untamed energy to spread through him. The edge of the counter digs into his back as Dom forces their bodies closer, though it doesn’t seem possible. But the pain is irrelevant compared with the pleasure incited by Dom, his hungry tongue, his soft and curious fingers. Andy lets his hands wander further, eager to discover new territory.
Impatience, need, lust all take over. Dom, wrenching his fists from Andy’s hair, grasps at the hem of Andy’s ruffled shirt, yanking the material over his head and tossing it to the floor. The cool rush of air sweeping into the gap between them is quickly replaced by their warm bodies. Dom’s fingers are searching, seeking to touch upon every inch of bare flesh, roaming across Andy’s back. He doesn’t want to let Andy go, end their kiss, tries in vain to prevent it; mere seconds later, he’s not so reluctant as experienced lips work their magic on his neck.
Restlessness, want, craving all take over. Andy wastes no time in assisting Dom with the removal of his shirt. Their bodies apart for only a matter of seconds, Andy quickly resumes his exploration of Dom. Struggling to separate their insatiable lips and mouths, Andy cannot control the urge to discover the taste and texture of the warm skin of Dom’s neck, that untouched skin now teasing him, taunting him, urging him on. He doesn’t resist, why the hell would he? Resisting the urge to completely devour, Andy instead savours the taste, lapping at the beads of sweat, relishing every moment.
The fire Dom sees in Andy’s eyes just before their mouths clash again excites him, arouses him, stirs his senses beyond control. Thanking almost everyone under the sun for the lack of buttons, zippers and anything else which may have gotten in the way, Dom pushes Andy’s boxers to the floor. He’s only vaguely aware of rough hands removing his shorts, without much thought stepping out of them when they hit his ankles. Dom is much more concerned with committing each touch, taste and feeling to memory, enjoying every sensation for what it is worth, delighting in each new thrill.
The yearning Andy sees in Dom’s eyes just before their mouths crash together again encourages him, stimulates him, provokes him. Rapidly hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Dom’s shorts, he tugs them loose, forcing them downward. Again tasting the sweet flavour from Dom’s neck and shoulders, Andy traces a jagged line along Dom’s collarbone, licking and sucking at every opportunity, indulging in the expanse of pale skin before him. A faint worry in the back of his mind asks Andy if he’s taking things too far too fast; a deep, barely audible moan from Dom shuts that thought out.
Friction. Contact. Dom couldn’t contain the loud moan if he tried with all he was worth; their free, erect cocks pressing against each other, trapped between their anxious bodies. Dom can feel the low groan in Andy’s throat as he sucks the skin between his lips. Another audible moan escapes Dom’s lips as Andy grabs his ass; Dom involuntarily bites down on the skin between his teeth at further friction. Prying themselves apart, the suggestive look Dom receives is not lost on him; the devilish smile he replies with confirms so, he wastes no time in accepting Andy’s next invitation.
Contact. Friction. Andy’s mind screams at Dom's subconscious double assault on his senses; Dom’s loud moan twists Andy’s stomach in knots, skilful lips on his neck make his legs and arms weak. His senses are being spoiled in every way possible. Gripping Dom’s ass, he forces them together again, rubbing their aching cocks together. The teeth in his shoulder would’ve hurt more had it not been such an erotic action. Feeling need and desire more than ever, Andy pries them apart, leaving a question, a proposal, lingering between them. The smile he receives from Dom leaves no room for doubt.
Reaching the table, Dom is quick to his knees, taking Andy in his mouth before he was really prepared. Hot. Wet. Grabbing fistfuls of hair is Andy’s only method of keeping upright. Pressure. Pleasure. Just before reaching his climax, Andy has Dom’s lips against his, inviting him. Open. Waiting. Dom quickly takes Andy’s hand, licking and sucking each finger in turn, before bracing himself against the table. One. Two. Dom’s groan causes a similar sound from Andy, echoing through the quiet house. Burning. Craving. Andy bites down hard on Dom’s shoulder blade, reaching for his cock. Back. Forth. Dom’s nails are almost embedded in the table as Andy moves in him. Harder. Faster. Their two bodies, finding a rhythm, Andy stroking Dom’s cock in time with his own movements. Sparks. Tremors. Dom’s hand covers Andy’s on his cock, encouraging him, urging him to stroke more quickly. Desire. Need. Slamming into Dom, Andy almost knocks the air clean from his lungs, but the amazing satisfaction which each thrust brings Dom closer to his orgasm, reaches deep inside him to cause spectacular sensations. Climax. Explosions. Both men collapse on the table, breathing heavily, deeply, neither quite believing what has just happened. Sated.
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but i made myself read it and it was acctually good :D
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Please tell me this won't be your only Andy/Dom fic?
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It's not my only Andy/Dom, I think you'll be glad to hear! I've two others, and will no doubt write some more in the future! I really took to writing this pairing after Collectormania :)
Tease (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/898977.html)
Nocturnal Commissions (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/907763.html)
Enjoy!
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Please. Please. Write more.
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I don't doubt I'll be writing more in the future :)