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Places
Title: Places
Author: Ami
Pairings: BB/EW; DM/BB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dude, it's smut. Thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nothing_to_say for forcing inspiring me. <3
Disclaimer: Meh, s'all lies.
AN 1: Short, quickie, experimental fic.
AN 2: So, apologies if it sucks. I try, I really do.
AN 3: And this is my first post to the community. So. Um. Hello! *cue cheesy smiles and waves*
Places
You like his small sweet mouth.
You like the way his lips, soft and pink, fit around your cock.
You like the way he doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t utter a word, but only takes and takes and *takes* what you have to give him, your hands knotted tightly in his hair and his lips wrapped tight and hot around you as you thrust up, up, *up* into that giving heat and you say his name, low and guttural and fast. And when you come, you don’t say his name.
You say mine.
And when he crawls back from you and unconsciously wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, he gives you the dirtiest, angriest look he can muster.
You stare at his wild hair, his flushed face, the tie still hanging around his neck, the moist lips that curl into an angry scowl at the sight of you. A slow smile curves up over your lips and you lean forward, tug at his tie and lead him up to your lips. A long leisurely blend of tongue and lip and you pull away from him.
You ask him if it bothers him that you say someone else’s name when you come. There’s a dangerous glint to your eyes and your hand is still wrapped around the tie.
If you don’t like his answer, you might pull the tie tighter.
It all depends on how you feel.
He knows this. He shivers. And he says, his eyes flickering away from and then back to, yours, no.
It doesn’t bother him at all.
Good, you say and you let go of his tie. Your smile softens.
Touch me, you order.
And he does, his fingers ghosting over, across, your body. The ragged edge of his nail scratches a smooth, erotic line across your skin and you give a sigh of pleasure. Your eyes are dark in the dim light. Your smile is still perfectly clear.
The motions of his hands grow slower until they fall away entirely. He hovers above you, his fingers hesitating mere inches from your skin. His eyes are big, his lips slightly parted. His gaze never leaves your own.
He is waiting for your instructions.
But you have none to give him. Instead, you sit up, slowly and smoothly, and bring your lips to his. He moans beneath your kiss, his eyes flutters close. Yours stays open. And it is then I see a glittering, gleaming reflection of myself.
He gasps out your name. You see the pale expanse of his throat as his head tilts back. It glowers white in the moonlight for the brief movement that you watch it. And then, it is covered by your lips.
Soft noises of lip on skin fill the room, of tongue on flesh. And then he gives a sharp gasp and you lift your head. Smile. There is a smear of red on your lower lip and a trickle on the edge of his neck.
Your tongue flickers across the shining red patch,
He moans and you give a low growl against his flesh. The bitter, metallic taste of his blood floods your mouth.
You own him completely and he knows it.
He doesn’t dare say a word, breathe a gasp, whisper a sigh when you draw yourself away from him.
You study him, give his body an appraisal with cold, predatory eyes.
He’s still wearing that ridiculous tie.
Off, you say and immediately, obediently, his fingers fumble at the knot.
You like the power her willingly gives you. You like the abuse he submits to. You like that he allows you to fuck him guiltily, quickly, anonymously in the dark. You like that he allows you to do things that I never will.
The tie is off and dangling off the tip of a forefinger.
You don’t think you’ll use that tonight.
Drop it, you say and immediately, the tie slips to the floor. He sighs. It is hard to tell if it’s a sigh of disappointment or relief.
Doesn’t matter though. You’re focused on other, better things.
Do you want me to fuck you, you ask him as your fingers gravitate to the nightstand’s uppermost drawer.
He gives a small, tiny nod of the head.
Answer me, you say and your eyes close halfway as you bring your fingers, gleaming with oil, to your cock.
Yes, he whispers. He doesn’t lift his head, can’t lift his gaze to meet yours. To see my reflection in your eyes.
Tell me what you want me to do to you, you insister and your fingers glide over the curve of his ass.
I want you to fuck me, he whispers.
Louder, you hiss, and force your fingers forward.
His breath escapes in one, low, surprised gasp – oh! – before he answers. I want you to *fuck* me Billy, he cries out and nearly sobs as you twist your fingers, deep inside of him.
It’s the first time a name has been spoken this night.
I’m going to fuck you, you promise and slowly, pull away from him. Your eyes meet mine. You smile as he lifts his hips, moves his legs, opens himself up to you.
You might fuck him, but it’s me you’ll be thinking of.
It’s always me you think of.
You know his body well by now. You recognize the heat that surrounds you when you slide into him and the slow hiss of breath that escapes as you take him, quickly, your touch varying between gentleness and brutality. You know the arch of his body and the tensing of his muscles, the hitch in his breath that tells you he is close, so close – you look at me. Come, you say, but you’re talking to me, not him.
His breath catches again, louder.
I shake my head – no.
He can’t come till you do, you say and slowly still your movements against him. He whimpers, begs.
Make me, I say, I dare, and I watch your smile unfold in the darkness.
Okay, you reply and without further words, you leave him and come toward me. You stop at the edge of the bed and beckon me over with your eyes from the chair on which I’ve sat all night, watching you and him.
He is curled away from you, breathing hard, his eyes wide, trying not to watch as I unfold my body from the chair and slide next to yours, on the bed. Your hands immediately reach for my cock and your eyes are steady on my own as you trail your fingers along the length of it. I shake my head. Your motions freeze.
What? you ask. Confusion slides into your voice as I pull away from you.
You’re rarely out of control.
Inside you, I whisper. Your eyes meet mine. A smile tugs at the corner of your lip. I lift my eyebrows.
And it’s a sudden rush of flesh and whispers as you open yourself up to me, allow me to fuck you. It’s hard and it’s fast and it’s hard to think, hard to see or hear or do anything but feel, feel your body beneath mine and your hand gripping my hip, your nails grinding into sweat-slick skin.
And somehow, I don’t know how you do it, but you manage to reach out and grasp his hand, hold it for a brief moment before your hand slides away and finds his cock. He says your name and then mine and your eyes lock on mine and time speeds up when you whisper, come, Dominic, *come*.
I don’t know if I’m the first to or the last or if we all cry out at once, but suddenly, it’s very dark and very quiet and I fall down against you, your chest pressed up against mine, your breathing in rhythm with my own.
He lays beside us, on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling.
I take a deep shaking breath and slide off your body, roll over and stare up at the ceiling as well.
There is always this quiet awkwardness afterwards. From him because he knows that I love you. From you because you know that we both love you. And from me because I’m never really sure I completely have your love in return.
You turn your head to him and say thank you while at the same moment, your fingers, damp with sweat, tangle with mine.
He smiles weakly and nods his head before slipping away from the bed. He dresses quietly, quickly and for a moment his body glows in the moonlight before he buttons up his shirt and shoves his feet into his shoes.
He pauses for a moment in the doorway. Opens his lips as though to speak – but in the end, he presses them firmly together and smiles wanly. And then leaves, a soft shuffle down the hallway.
I love you, you whisper and inch closer to my body.
Is he going to be all right? I whisper back.
Elijah will find his place eventually, you promise before kissing me. But when you draw away and I look over to see the sheets next to you rumpled and creased where his body was, your body marked where his nails and teeth were, I wonder if, maybe, he already has.
::END::
Author: Ami
Pairings: BB/EW; DM/BB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dude, it's smut. Thank
nothing_to_say for Disclaimer: Meh, s'all lies.
AN 1: Short, quickie, experimental fic.
AN 2: So, apologies if it sucks. I try, I really do.
AN 3: And this is my first post to the community. So. Um. Hello! *cue cheesy smiles and waves*
Places
You like his small sweet mouth.
You like the way his lips, soft and pink, fit around your cock.
You like the way he doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t utter a word, but only takes and takes and *takes* what you have to give him, your hands knotted tightly in his hair and his lips wrapped tight and hot around you as you thrust up, up, *up* into that giving heat and you say his name, low and guttural and fast. And when you come, you don’t say his name.
You say mine.
And when he crawls back from you and unconsciously wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, he gives you the dirtiest, angriest look he can muster.
You stare at his wild hair, his flushed face, the tie still hanging around his neck, the moist lips that curl into an angry scowl at the sight of you. A slow smile curves up over your lips and you lean forward, tug at his tie and lead him up to your lips. A long leisurely blend of tongue and lip and you pull away from him.
You ask him if it bothers him that you say someone else’s name when you come. There’s a dangerous glint to your eyes and your hand is still wrapped around the tie.
If you don’t like his answer, you might pull the tie tighter.
It all depends on how you feel.
He knows this. He shivers. And he says, his eyes flickering away from and then back to, yours, no.
It doesn’t bother him at all.
Good, you say and you let go of his tie. Your smile softens.
Touch me, you order.
And he does, his fingers ghosting over, across, your body. The ragged edge of his nail scratches a smooth, erotic line across your skin and you give a sigh of pleasure. Your eyes are dark in the dim light. Your smile is still perfectly clear.
The motions of his hands grow slower until they fall away entirely. He hovers above you, his fingers hesitating mere inches from your skin. His eyes are big, his lips slightly parted. His gaze never leaves your own.
He is waiting for your instructions.
But you have none to give him. Instead, you sit up, slowly and smoothly, and bring your lips to his. He moans beneath your kiss, his eyes flutters close. Yours stays open. And it is then I see a glittering, gleaming reflection of myself.
He gasps out your name. You see the pale expanse of his throat as his head tilts back. It glowers white in the moonlight for the brief movement that you watch it. And then, it is covered by your lips.
Soft noises of lip on skin fill the room, of tongue on flesh. And then he gives a sharp gasp and you lift your head. Smile. There is a smear of red on your lower lip and a trickle on the edge of his neck.
Your tongue flickers across the shining red patch,
He moans and you give a low growl against his flesh. The bitter, metallic taste of his blood floods your mouth.
You own him completely and he knows it.
He doesn’t dare say a word, breathe a gasp, whisper a sigh when you draw yourself away from him.
You study him, give his body an appraisal with cold, predatory eyes.
He’s still wearing that ridiculous tie.
Off, you say and immediately, obediently, his fingers fumble at the knot.
You like the power her willingly gives you. You like the abuse he submits to. You like that he allows you to fuck him guiltily, quickly, anonymously in the dark. You like that he allows you to do things that I never will.
The tie is off and dangling off the tip of a forefinger.
You don’t think you’ll use that tonight.
Drop it, you say and immediately, the tie slips to the floor. He sighs. It is hard to tell if it’s a sigh of disappointment or relief.
Doesn’t matter though. You’re focused on other, better things.
Do you want me to fuck you, you ask him as your fingers gravitate to the nightstand’s uppermost drawer.
He gives a small, tiny nod of the head.
Answer me, you say and your eyes close halfway as you bring your fingers, gleaming with oil, to your cock.
Yes, he whispers. He doesn’t lift his head, can’t lift his gaze to meet yours. To see my reflection in your eyes.
Tell me what you want me to do to you, you insister and your fingers glide over the curve of his ass.
I want you to fuck me, he whispers.
Louder, you hiss, and force your fingers forward.
His breath escapes in one, low, surprised gasp – oh! – before he answers. I want you to *fuck* me Billy, he cries out and nearly sobs as you twist your fingers, deep inside of him.
It’s the first time a name has been spoken this night.
I’m going to fuck you, you promise and slowly, pull away from him. Your eyes meet mine. You smile as he lifts his hips, moves his legs, opens himself up to you.
You might fuck him, but it’s me you’ll be thinking of.
It’s always me you think of.
You know his body well by now. You recognize the heat that surrounds you when you slide into him and the slow hiss of breath that escapes as you take him, quickly, your touch varying between gentleness and brutality. You know the arch of his body and the tensing of his muscles, the hitch in his breath that tells you he is close, so close – you look at me. Come, you say, but you’re talking to me, not him.
His breath catches again, louder.
I shake my head – no.
He can’t come till you do, you say and slowly still your movements against him. He whimpers, begs.
Make me, I say, I dare, and I watch your smile unfold in the darkness.
Okay, you reply and without further words, you leave him and come toward me. You stop at the edge of the bed and beckon me over with your eyes from the chair on which I’ve sat all night, watching you and him.
He is curled away from you, breathing hard, his eyes wide, trying not to watch as I unfold my body from the chair and slide next to yours, on the bed. Your hands immediately reach for my cock and your eyes are steady on my own as you trail your fingers along the length of it. I shake my head. Your motions freeze.
What? you ask. Confusion slides into your voice as I pull away from you.
You’re rarely out of control.
Inside you, I whisper. Your eyes meet mine. A smile tugs at the corner of your lip. I lift my eyebrows.
And it’s a sudden rush of flesh and whispers as you open yourself up to me, allow me to fuck you. It’s hard and it’s fast and it’s hard to think, hard to see or hear or do anything but feel, feel your body beneath mine and your hand gripping my hip, your nails grinding into sweat-slick skin.
And somehow, I don’t know how you do it, but you manage to reach out and grasp his hand, hold it for a brief moment before your hand slides away and finds his cock. He says your name and then mine and your eyes lock on mine and time speeds up when you whisper, come, Dominic, *come*.
I don’t know if I’m the first to or the last or if we all cry out at once, but suddenly, it’s very dark and very quiet and I fall down against you, your chest pressed up against mine, your breathing in rhythm with my own.
He lays beside us, on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling.
I take a deep shaking breath and slide off your body, roll over and stare up at the ceiling as well.
There is always this quiet awkwardness afterwards. From him because he knows that I love you. From you because you know that we both love you. And from me because I’m never really sure I completely have your love in return.
You turn your head to him and say thank you while at the same moment, your fingers, damp with sweat, tangle with mine.
He smiles weakly and nods his head before slipping away from the bed. He dresses quietly, quickly and for a moment his body glows in the moonlight before he buttons up his shirt and shoves his feet into his shoes.
He pauses for a moment in the doorway. Opens his lips as though to speak – but in the end, he presses them firmly together and smiles wanly. And then leaves, a soft shuffle down the hallway.
I love you, you whisper and inch closer to my body.
Is he going to be all right? I whisper back.
Elijah will find his place eventually, you promise before kissing me. But when you draw away and I look over to see the sheets next to you rumpled and creased where his body was, your body marked where his nails and teeth were, I wonder if, maybe, he already has.
::END::
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wouldn't mind seeing it eitherXDno subject
Very good-- very lusty. I liked it a lot. :)
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Thank you! :))
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Ta, darling. :D
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But i pretty much guessed them at the begining...even tho i was confused. i had to read over a bit of the parts.
I <3 monaboyd so much but i like billijah some as well:D
Good job. Very h0t.
Christina