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Title: If It Makes You Happy
Author: Span
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elijah/Dominic
Warnings: Cross-dressing, Hideous Lemon Frills (oh, they're so gross!) And really bad drunken singing.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, This never happened. I however, do own the pink stockings. I don't own the hideous dress, thank god.
Feedback: Make a girls day
Authors Notes: Praise be to Trianne who beta'd this for me. Forever I shall be grateful to my school for letting us see a play which involved a pretty boy wearing the said hideous dress and pink stockings. He has fueled a tragic love of boys in dresses. That is all.
The chest hit the living room floor with a loud *thud*.
Elijah stared at Dominic and blinked. Once. Twice. Then looked down at the chest.
Bending down, Dominic lifted the lid a bit and peered inside.
"Oi, let me see," Elijah moved his head to the side slightly, trying to catch a glimpse. Dominic slammed the lid shut, but Elijah could have sworn he saw a flash of hot pink and, was that yellow lace? Feathers? "Dom, what the fuck?"
Smiling, Dominic patted Elijah on the back . "It's nothing really. Just trying to work you up," he laughed and walked toward the kitchen, returning a moment later with two bottles, "Beer?"
Elijah smiled suspiciously, "Sure. Are you going to let me look inside?" he took one of the bottles.
Dominic walked happily away and sat down with a sigh on the closest chair. "Nope."
"Then..why did you bring it out?"
"You'll see. Just sit down. Relax. Drink your beer" Dominic glanced up at his friend who looked utterly confused.
"Should I be worried?" Elijah eased himself down on the opposite chair.
Dominic looked up from his beer. His eyes were dark and there was something there that Elijah couldn't read. "Maybe."
Elijah again looked suspiciously at Dominic, then at the chest and slowly sipped his beer.
******
"So....the box." Elijah looked up from his fourth beer and grinned at Dominic.
"You know what? You're the most impatient person I have ever met."
"What's your point? Come on, I've been waiting all night for you to open that crusty thing."
Dominic raised an eyebrow and put his beer down on the table. He decided it was probably time to open the ‘crusty' chest. "Alright. You can open it."
Elijah practically flew off his chair and landed in front of the chest, eyeing it up eagerly. He took one last look at Dominic then flipped open the lid.
"Oh...what the...?" Elijah reached into the box and pulled out a pair of hot pink stockings. He held them up to his face and turned towards Dominic. "Do they suit me?"
Dominic chuckled. "Yeah, they do actually."
Elijah snorted, dropped the stockings and looked back into the box. He pulled out a rather tatty looking pirate hat, complete with white feathers and fake bird. He threw the hat in Dominic's direction and told him to put it on. Dominic complied, he wasn't going to argue with Mr. Impatient again today. Eventually, Elijah pulled out a Lemon-yellow piece of material which had hideous looking yellow frills around it. Elijah stood up and let the piece of material unfold. Turns out, it wasn't just a piece of hideous material after all. It was a whole hideous dress. "Um Dom, What's this?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Elijah glared, unimpressed. "Funny. Seriously, what is this stuff?"
"They're my old dress up clothes," He smiled fondly.
"Wow, you had a more messed up childhood that I thought...." Elijah held the dress up to his face, "Does it suit me?" The response was a low giggle and an offer of beer.
Dominic had an idea. It was probably a stupid idea, but it could end up being fun." Why don't you put the dress on?" He blurted out.
Elijah, in his semi-drunk state giggled, and picked up the dress, along with the pink stockings and headed for the bathroom.
"You're actually going to do it?"
"Why not. You only live once right?" He smiled mischievously and made for the bathroom again.
"Wait!" Dominic knelt down over the box and rummaged through it a bit before pulling out a small white tube-type thing. He threw the small object at Elijah.
"If you're going to do it, do it right,"
Elijah studied the object then laughed. "Hot pink lipstick eh? I've said it once, and I'll say it again, Messed up childhood." He grinned and went into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
*****
As Elijah opened the door of the bathroom, Dominic scrambled across the floor and hit the play button on his stereo, then stumbled back to his chair. The first four bars of Sheryl Crows ‘If it makes you happy' blasted through the room.
Elijah, drunk and suddenly caught up in the music, strutted happily into the living room, swinging his hips from side to side. He shimmed past the coffee table, picked up his beer and continued to strut across the living room, spinning around and twisting his free hand in small circles as he did.
The first thing Dominic noticed was the strangely good-looking, tight hot pink stockings. They clung to Elijah's legs like a second skin and he looked as though he'd been wearing them all his life. The dress was tight too, sort of shiny, like satin, and it perfectly delineated Elijah's body, curving inwards to show the form of his hips, and then, when Elijah spun around, Dominic noticed how it clung firmly to his ass. He swallowed hard.
The hideous lemon-yellow frills of the dress stopped mid- thigh and shook slightly with every step Elijah made. The neckline was low and off the shoulder, lined with more of the hideous yellow frills and it slipped further down Elijah's arms as he walked.
Dominic studied Elijah's face and he noticed the new, bright gleam on his lips. His hot pink lips.
Dominic cheered as Elijah half walked, half danced, across the white living room carpet.
He stopped in front of Dominic ( who was leaning back in his chair holding his beer lovingly), lifted his pink stocking covered leg onto the arm rest and pointed down at the smiling Englishman with his empty beer bottle ( he must have finished it in the bathroom...), while using the other hand to hold the lemon frills down over his crotch. When beer dribbled out of the mouth of the empty bottle Dominic had to bite his lip and hold back a sigh. He let his eyes wander up Elijah's calf, past his knee, along his thigh. He traced every hot pink and Lemon yellow contour he could see. Lastly, he traced the line of Elijah's lips, watching them part as he breathed.
The only word Dominic could think of was ‘fuck'. Plain and simple. Fuck.
Elijah threw his head back. "If it makes you happy! It can't be that baaaaaaaad...," he sang drunkenly, his bright pink lips arched into an idiotic smile.
Dominic couldn't help but laugh. Elijah looked ridiculous, but in a strangely, sexy way.
Elijah removed himself from the chair , picked up another beer and continued to dance across the room, lacy frills flying everywhere. He turned to Dominic again and lifted his skirt slightly, revealing a more hot pink thigh.
"I'm not the kind of girl you take home," Elijah sang, winked, then let the dress fall again.
Dominic watched intently. Elijah was really getting into this; shaking his skirt around like a can-can dancer and singing into his beer bottle.
Elijah stopped singing for a moment and sipped his beer, then licked the residue off his glistening pink, pouting lips. Dominic suddenly found himself wanting, no fuck that, he was longing, to be those lips. "You've lost it Monaghan,' he whispered, sculling the remaining beer from the bottle in his hand.
Elijah managed to drunkenly clamber onto the couch, his eyes wide and his lips gleaming. He stood with one foot on each cushion, stretched his arms out and sang at the top of his lungs once more, "If it makes you haaaaaappy..."
Dominic shook his head, laughing and placed his empty bottle down on the table. It was quickly replaced by Elijah's hand.
Elijah soon became an extension of Dominic's arm as they danced around the living room. Elijah ended up spinning around in circles and giggling like a maniac while Dominic stood by and just grinned.
Elijah was still laughing and dancing when the music changed.
Celine Dion, ‘falling into you'.
Dominic cursed his CD mixing skills.
*And in your eyes...*
Elijah stopped dancing and moved closer to Dominic, still grinning like an idiot. The smell of beer, sweat and pure Elijah drifted over Dominic. It was intoxicating. Elijah moved closer. Too close? Elijah's arms made their way over Dominic's shoulders and he locked his fingers behind Dominic's neck. Dominic could hear Elijah's soft singing against his ear; his breath warm and damp against his skin.
"...I see us, inside of each other..." His voice was soft and sweet, like chocolate.
Dominic wrapped his arms around the waist of the lemon yellow bundle in front him and felt the soft fabric shift beneath his fingers as Elijah swayed in time to the music.
Dominic moved his face slightly, and his lips brushed the soft skin on Elijah's neck. The air grew thick, and Dominic suddenly felt tense. Elijah's swaying changed and Dominic knew he'd felt it too. Elijah's embrace tightened and Dominic felt himself being pressed dangerously close to Elijah's body.
*I'm falling into you...*
Dominic opened his eyes.
Gathering his courage, he guided Elijah backwards and gently pushed him against the wall.
Elijah sighed deeply.
Dominic pressed his lips against Elijah's. He felt the lipstick smudge onto his own mouth. Wet and pink.
He let his hands slide down Elijah's sides, tracing the curve of Elijah's hips. Skin against satin.
Clasping onto a hot pink thigh, Dominic pulled it up and rested it on his own hip allowing more room to press against Elijah's body.
"Oh god I want you," Elijah gasped, breathless.
Dominic's breath caught in his throat. His grip on Elijah's thigh tightened as his lips traced a wet path along Elijah's jaw, stopping at his ear where he whispered huskily, "I want you more."
Another sigh passed from Elijah's lip as he arched himself harder against Dominic's body.
The hand which was not clutching onto Elijah's thigh rested on his hip, Dominic's thumb drawings circles on Elijah's body.
Elijah let his head fall back against the wall. He blinked at the ceiling, feeling Dominic's lips work against his skin, licking and biting their way across Elijah's bare shoulders. The hand moved from his hip and became tangled in hideous frills, tugging on them gently. An already low dress began to get lower as Dominic began to slide it down Elijah's arms.
Elijah might have whispered ‘fuck', or perhaps it was just what Dominic was thinking, he couldn't be sure. But his need to remove the dress became more urgent as the moans escaping Elijah's lips became louder.
Tugging harder, Dominic managed to pull the dress off Elijah's arms so eventually it sat around his waist. There was a ripping sound as some of the frills came away from the yellow satin. Elijah gasped and began to move his hand away from where it was rested on Dominic's chest.
"Leave it..," Dominic panted into Elijah's mouth as his own hand traced a path down Elijah's chest, leaving the skin beneath tingling delightfully. Elijah put his hand behind Dominic's neck and pulled him closer, grinding into him hard. Dominic groaned as Elijah's tongue penetrated the depths of his mouth, searching, devouring, enjoying. Dominic's hand slid slowly down the pink thigh and cupped Elijah's ass, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Couch," Dominic managed to breathe as Elijah's hands found their way under his shirt.
They moved, slowly, making their way toward the couch, hands roaming, tongues entwined.
When the back of Elijah's legs collided with the arm of the sofa and he half fell backwards, he reluctantly pulled himself away from Dominic's embrace. "Fucking stupid-" Quickly, Dominic's lips silenced him, and he was back in warm arms.
Elijah found himself being lifted onto the couch arm, his legs being gently pushed apart. The lemon frills were stealthy being eased back up his legs until they no longer covered his thighs. Dominic was once again pushing against him hard, groaning softly into Elijah's mouth, hands gripping fabric, ripping frills now and again. Elijah became so caught up in the moment he didn't notice that he was slipping slowly backwards off that chair arm...
When Dominic finally realised it was too late. Elijah was already lying on the couch, his knees still over the edge of the sofa either side of Dominic, laughing hysterically. Hot pink lipstick was smeared all over his face, down his neck and some had even made it across his shoulders.
"You're a mess Lij," Dominic chuckled.
"So are you." More giggling.
Dominic lifted his hand and ran delicate fingers across his own lips, only to find his fingers covered in pink. He wiped them on his jeans, and began to climb onto the sofa while Elijah wiggled backwards.
"Wait! Take off your pants."
Dominic stopped and unfastened his jeans, sliding them down his legs, then kicking them off carelessly.
"Your boxers too." Elijah grinned.
"But-"
The unimpressed glare was all Dominic needed. He pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside then assumed his position on the couch, kneeling between Elijah's spread, hot pink legs.
Dominic slipped his fingers beneath the frills once again, and working them under the waist band of Elijah's stockings, gripped hard and pulled them down slowly. Elijah sighed as the top of the stockings brushed his erection. Dominic maneuvered himself so he could pull the stockings off completely, then threw them onto the floor.
Reaching out, Dominic grabbed Elijah's ankles and pulled them so Elijah slid gracefully beneath him and Elijah wrapped his legs around Dominic's hips. Placing his hands on either side of Elijah's head, Dominic leaned down and kissed him hard, deep and wet. When their erections pressed together, Lij did whisper ‘fuck', and pushed himself upwards, encouraging the sweet friction.
When Dominic's hand found it's way to the curve of Elijah's ass, and lingered, a breathy ‘yes' was all he needed.
Elijah groaned as Dominic slid a single finger into his own mouth, then inside Elijah. At first, the pain was almost unbearable, and Dominic hesitated. He watched Elijah's facefeatures, and made sure he did nothing to hurt him. When the second finger entered him, Elijah gasped and Dominic noticed how his pale hand was clenched into a fist around the lemon frills, his face twisted both into pleasure and pain. When the third finger was inside him, Elijah thought he was going to die , of want.
Dominic guided himself into Elijah, placing soft kisses on his pink lips now and again, reassuring him. At first he wasn't sure if Elijah was ready, but when Elijah's hand ran down his sides and onto his ass, pulling him deeper, he was certain.
Elijah's head spun. Breathy sighs became gasps as Dominic quickened his pace, and gasps turned into cursing moans as Dominic's hand wrapped itself around Elijah's hardness and stroked him toward climax.
Elijah panted, trying to retain his breath as he ran his fingers across Dominic's back lightly, occasionally digging his fingers into the supple skin. Dominic thrust into Elijah one last time and came, breathing Elijah's name into the thick air. Dominic's hand was still wrapped firmly around Elijah's erection, and as he shuddered with orgasm, Elijah, too, came hard, onto Dominic's hand, and all over the lemon yellow frills.
Dominic collapsed on top of Elijah, panting. Pink lipstick was smeared all over his face, all over Elijah's face and there seemed to be a hell of a lot of pink on Elijah's dress too.
They shifted, and Elijah buried his head in Dominic's neck, dropping a light kiss against his skin. Their legs were still tangled, and Elijah's arm now lay limply across Dominic's chest. Somehow, Elijah had managed to push Dominic off him and to the side so he was laying snugly between the back of the sofa and Dominic's warm, comfy body.
As Elijah's breathing pattern changed, and Dominic realised they were both falling asleep he heard Elijah whisper breathlessly, "I love you, Dom."
"And I love you, Lij." A smile spread across Dominic's lips. Elijah was still in the dress, and he looked ruffled and beautiful. At that moment, it seemed there was only one thing Dominic could think, and that was Fuck.
Plain and simple. Fuck.
Title: If It Makes You Happy
Author: Span
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elijah/Dominic
Warnings: Cross-dressing, Hideous Lemon Frills (oh, they're so gross!) And really bad drunken singing.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, This never happened. I however, do own the pink stockings. I don't own the hideous dress, thank god.
Feedback: Make a girls day
Authors Notes: Praise be to Trianne who beta'd this for me. Forever I shall be grateful to my school for letting us see a play which involved a pretty boy wearing the said hideous dress and pink stockings. He has fueled a tragic love of boys in dresses. That is all.
The chest hit the living room floor with a loud *thud*.
Elijah stared at Dominic and blinked. Once. Twice. Then looked down at the chest.
Bending down, Dominic lifted the lid a bit and peered inside.
"Oi, let me see," Elijah moved his head to the side slightly, trying to catch a glimpse. Dominic slammed the lid shut, but Elijah could have sworn he saw a flash of hot pink and, was that yellow lace? Feathers? "Dom, what the fuck?"
Smiling, Dominic patted Elijah on the back . "It's nothing really. Just trying to work you up," he laughed and walked toward the kitchen, returning a moment later with two bottles, "Beer?"
Elijah smiled suspiciously, "Sure. Are you going to let me look inside?" he took one of the bottles.
Dominic walked happily away and sat down with a sigh on the closest chair. "Nope."
"Then..why did you bring it out?"
"You'll see. Just sit down. Relax. Drink your beer" Dominic glanced up at his friend who looked utterly confused.
"Should I be worried?" Elijah eased himself down on the opposite chair.
Dominic looked up from his beer. His eyes were dark and there was something there that Elijah couldn't read. "Maybe."
Elijah again looked suspiciously at Dominic, then at the chest and slowly sipped his beer.
******
"So....the box." Elijah looked up from his fourth beer and grinned at Dominic.
"You know what? You're the most impatient person I have ever met."
"What's your point? Come on, I've been waiting all night for you to open that crusty thing."
Dominic raised an eyebrow and put his beer down on the table. He decided it was probably time to open the ‘crusty' chest. "Alright. You can open it."
Elijah practically flew off his chair and landed in front of the chest, eyeing it up eagerly. He took one last look at Dominic then flipped open the lid.
"Oh...what the...?" Elijah reached into the box and pulled out a pair of hot pink stockings. He held them up to his face and turned towards Dominic. "Do they suit me?"
Dominic chuckled. "Yeah, they do actually."
Elijah snorted, dropped the stockings and looked back into the box. He pulled out a rather tatty looking pirate hat, complete with white feathers and fake bird. He threw the hat in Dominic's direction and told him to put it on. Dominic complied, he wasn't going to argue with Mr. Impatient again today. Eventually, Elijah pulled out a Lemon-yellow piece of material which had hideous looking yellow frills around it. Elijah stood up and let the piece of material unfold. Turns out, it wasn't just a piece of hideous material after all. It was a whole hideous dress. "Um Dom, What's this?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Elijah glared, unimpressed. "Funny. Seriously, what is this stuff?"
"They're my old dress up clothes," He smiled fondly.
"Wow, you had a more messed up childhood that I thought...." Elijah held the dress up to his face, "Does it suit me?" The response was a low giggle and an offer of beer.
Dominic had an idea. It was probably a stupid idea, but it could end up being fun." Why don't you put the dress on?" He blurted out.
Elijah, in his semi-drunk state giggled, and picked up the dress, along with the pink stockings and headed for the bathroom.
"You're actually going to do it?"
"Why not. You only live once right?" He smiled mischievously and made for the bathroom again.
"Wait!" Dominic knelt down over the box and rummaged through it a bit before pulling out a small white tube-type thing. He threw the small object at Elijah.
"If you're going to do it, do it right,"
Elijah studied the object then laughed. "Hot pink lipstick eh? I've said it once, and I'll say it again, Messed up childhood." He grinned and went into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
*****
As Elijah opened the door of the bathroom, Dominic scrambled across the floor and hit the play button on his stereo, then stumbled back to his chair. The first four bars of Sheryl Crows ‘If it makes you happy' blasted through the room.
Elijah, drunk and suddenly caught up in the music, strutted happily into the living room, swinging his hips from side to side. He shimmed past the coffee table, picked up his beer and continued to strut across the living room, spinning around and twisting his free hand in small circles as he did.
The first thing Dominic noticed was the strangely good-looking, tight hot pink stockings. They clung to Elijah's legs like a second skin and he looked as though he'd been wearing them all his life. The dress was tight too, sort of shiny, like satin, and it perfectly delineated Elijah's body, curving inwards to show the form of his hips, and then, when Elijah spun around, Dominic noticed how it clung firmly to his ass. He swallowed hard.
The hideous lemon-yellow frills of the dress stopped mid- thigh and shook slightly with every step Elijah made. The neckline was low and off the shoulder, lined with more of the hideous yellow frills and it slipped further down Elijah's arms as he walked.
Dominic studied Elijah's face and he noticed the new, bright gleam on his lips. His hot pink lips.
Dominic cheered as Elijah half walked, half danced, across the white living room carpet.
He stopped in front of Dominic ( who was leaning back in his chair holding his beer lovingly), lifted his pink stocking covered leg onto the arm rest and pointed down at the smiling Englishman with his empty beer bottle ( he must have finished it in the bathroom...), while using the other hand to hold the lemon frills down over his crotch. When beer dribbled out of the mouth of the empty bottle Dominic had to bite his lip and hold back a sigh. He let his eyes wander up Elijah's calf, past his knee, along his thigh. He traced every hot pink and Lemon yellow contour he could see. Lastly, he traced the line of Elijah's lips, watching them part as he breathed.
The only word Dominic could think of was ‘fuck'. Plain and simple. Fuck.
Elijah threw his head back. "If it makes you happy! It can't be that baaaaaaaad...," he sang drunkenly, his bright pink lips arched into an idiotic smile.
Dominic couldn't help but laugh. Elijah looked ridiculous, but in a strangely, sexy way.
Elijah removed himself from the chair , picked up another beer and continued to dance across the room, lacy frills flying everywhere. He turned to Dominic again and lifted his skirt slightly, revealing a more hot pink thigh.
"I'm not the kind of girl you take home," Elijah sang, winked, then let the dress fall again.
Dominic watched intently. Elijah was really getting into this; shaking his skirt around like a can-can dancer and singing into his beer bottle.
Elijah stopped singing for a moment and sipped his beer, then licked the residue off his glistening pink, pouting lips. Dominic suddenly found himself wanting, no fuck that, he was longing, to be those lips. "You've lost it Monaghan,' he whispered, sculling the remaining beer from the bottle in his hand.
Elijah managed to drunkenly clamber onto the couch, his eyes wide and his lips gleaming. He stood with one foot on each cushion, stretched his arms out and sang at the top of his lungs once more, "If it makes you haaaaaappy..."
Dominic shook his head, laughing and placed his empty bottle down on the table. It was quickly replaced by Elijah's hand.
Elijah soon became an extension of Dominic's arm as they danced around the living room. Elijah ended up spinning around in circles and giggling like a maniac while Dominic stood by and just grinned.
Elijah was still laughing and dancing when the music changed.
Celine Dion, ‘falling into you'.
Dominic cursed his CD mixing skills.
*And in your eyes...*
Elijah stopped dancing and moved closer to Dominic, still grinning like an idiot. The smell of beer, sweat and pure Elijah drifted over Dominic. It was intoxicating. Elijah moved closer. Too close? Elijah's arms made their way over Dominic's shoulders and he locked his fingers behind Dominic's neck. Dominic could hear Elijah's soft singing against his ear; his breath warm and damp against his skin.
"...I see us, inside of each other..." His voice was soft and sweet, like chocolate.
Dominic wrapped his arms around the waist of the lemon yellow bundle in front him and felt the soft fabric shift beneath his fingers as Elijah swayed in time to the music.
Dominic moved his face slightly, and his lips brushed the soft skin on Elijah's neck. The air grew thick, and Dominic suddenly felt tense. Elijah's swaying changed and Dominic knew he'd felt it too. Elijah's embrace tightened and Dominic felt himself being pressed dangerously close to Elijah's body.
*I'm falling into you...*
Dominic opened his eyes.
Gathering his courage, he guided Elijah backwards and gently pushed him against the wall.
Elijah sighed deeply.
Dominic pressed his lips against Elijah's. He felt the lipstick smudge onto his own mouth. Wet and pink.
He let his hands slide down Elijah's sides, tracing the curve of Elijah's hips. Skin against satin.
Clasping onto a hot pink thigh, Dominic pulled it up and rested it on his own hip allowing more room to press against Elijah's body.
"Oh god I want you," Elijah gasped, breathless.
Dominic's breath caught in his throat. His grip on Elijah's thigh tightened as his lips traced a wet path along Elijah's jaw, stopping at his ear where he whispered huskily, "I want you more."
Another sigh passed from Elijah's lip as he arched himself harder against Dominic's body.
The hand which was not clutching onto Elijah's thigh rested on his hip, Dominic's thumb drawings circles on Elijah's body.
Elijah let his head fall back against the wall. He blinked at the ceiling, feeling Dominic's lips work against his skin, licking and biting their way across Elijah's bare shoulders. The hand moved from his hip and became tangled in hideous frills, tugging on them gently. An already low dress began to get lower as Dominic began to slide it down Elijah's arms.
Elijah might have whispered ‘fuck', or perhaps it was just what Dominic was thinking, he couldn't be sure. But his need to remove the dress became more urgent as the moans escaping Elijah's lips became louder.
Tugging harder, Dominic managed to pull the dress off Elijah's arms so eventually it sat around his waist. There was a ripping sound as some of the frills came away from the yellow satin. Elijah gasped and began to move his hand away from where it was rested on Dominic's chest.
"Leave it..," Dominic panted into Elijah's mouth as his own hand traced a path down Elijah's chest, leaving the skin beneath tingling delightfully. Elijah put his hand behind Dominic's neck and pulled him closer, grinding into him hard. Dominic groaned as Elijah's tongue penetrated the depths of his mouth, searching, devouring, enjoying. Dominic's hand slid slowly down the pink thigh and cupped Elijah's ass, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Couch," Dominic managed to breathe as Elijah's hands found their way under his shirt.
They moved, slowly, making their way toward the couch, hands roaming, tongues entwined.
When the back of Elijah's legs collided with the arm of the sofa and he half fell backwards, he reluctantly pulled himself away from Dominic's embrace. "Fucking stupid-" Quickly, Dominic's lips silenced him, and he was back in warm arms.
Elijah found himself being lifted onto the couch arm, his legs being gently pushed apart. The lemon frills were stealthy being eased back up his legs until they no longer covered his thighs. Dominic was once again pushing against him hard, groaning softly into Elijah's mouth, hands gripping fabric, ripping frills now and again. Elijah became so caught up in the moment he didn't notice that he was slipping slowly backwards off that chair arm...
When Dominic finally realised it was too late. Elijah was already lying on the couch, his knees still over the edge of the sofa either side of Dominic, laughing hysterically. Hot pink lipstick was smeared all over his face, down his neck and some had even made it across his shoulders.
"You're a mess Lij," Dominic chuckled.
"So are you." More giggling.
Dominic lifted his hand and ran delicate fingers across his own lips, only to find his fingers covered in pink. He wiped them on his jeans, and began to climb onto the sofa while Elijah wiggled backwards.
"Wait! Take off your pants."
Dominic stopped and unfastened his jeans, sliding them down his legs, then kicking them off carelessly.
"Your boxers too." Elijah grinned.
"But-"
The unimpressed glare was all Dominic needed. He pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside then assumed his position on the couch, kneeling between Elijah's spread, hot pink legs.
Dominic slipped his fingers beneath the frills once again, and working them under the waist band of Elijah's stockings, gripped hard and pulled them down slowly. Elijah sighed as the top of the stockings brushed his erection. Dominic maneuvered himself so he could pull the stockings off completely, then threw them onto the floor.
Reaching out, Dominic grabbed Elijah's ankles and pulled them so Elijah slid gracefully beneath him and Elijah wrapped his legs around Dominic's hips. Placing his hands on either side of Elijah's head, Dominic leaned down and kissed him hard, deep and wet. When their erections pressed together, Lij did whisper ‘fuck', and pushed himself upwards, encouraging the sweet friction.
When Dominic's hand found it's way to the curve of Elijah's ass, and lingered, a breathy ‘yes' was all he needed.
Elijah groaned as Dominic slid a single finger into his own mouth, then inside Elijah. At first, the pain was almost unbearable, and Dominic hesitated. He watched Elijah's facefeatures, and made sure he did nothing to hurt him. When the second finger entered him, Elijah gasped and Dominic noticed how his pale hand was clenched into a fist around the lemon frills, his face twisted both into pleasure and pain. When the third finger was inside him, Elijah thought he was going to die , of want.
Dominic guided himself into Elijah, placing soft kisses on his pink lips now and again, reassuring him. At first he wasn't sure if Elijah was ready, but when Elijah's hand ran down his sides and onto his ass, pulling him deeper, he was certain.
Elijah's head spun. Breathy sighs became gasps as Dominic quickened his pace, and gasps turned into cursing moans as Dominic's hand wrapped itself around Elijah's hardness and stroked him toward climax.
Elijah panted, trying to retain his breath as he ran his fingers across Dominic's back lightly, occasionally digging his fingers into the supple skin. Dominic thrust into Elijah one last time and came, breathing Elijah's name into the thick air. Dominic's hand was still wrapped firmly around Elijah's erection, and as he shuddered with orgasm, Elijah, too, came hard, onto Dominic's hand, and all over the lemon yellow frills.
Dominic collapsed on top of Elijah, panting. Pink lipstick was smeared all over his face, all over Elijah's face and there seemed to be a hell of a lot of pink on Elijah's dress too.
They shifted, and Elijah buried his head in Dominic's neck, dropping a light kiss against his skin. Their legs were still tangled, and Elijah's arm now lay limply across Dominic's chest. Somehow, Elijah had managed to push Dominic off him and to the side so he was laying snugly between the back of the sofa and Dominic's warm, comfy body.
As Elijah's breathing pattern changed, and Dominic realised they were both falling asleep he heard Elijah whisper breathlessly, "I love you, Dom."
"And I love you, Lij." A smile spread across Dominic's lips. Elijah was still in the dress, and he looked ruffled and beautiful. At that moment, it seemed there was only one thing Dominic could think, and that was Fuck.
Plain and simple. Fuck.