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Fic: From This Moment (1/1), Domlijah, NC-17 ;)
Title: From This Moment
Author: Arwen Rox (girlieliv@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Sex and schmoop!
Okay, this story was posted at the Yahoo!Groups Closer_Than_Brothers, dpl, LOTR_RPS, and Drunk_On_Lotr_Men about a week or two ago. Then I got this journal, so... anyways, if it looks familiar that's probably where it's from! Enjoy. :)
Trapped in the cradle of Dom's powerful thighs, Lijah found himself with no power or will to escape. He let out a small groan, Dom's manhood nestling against the rock-hard arousal at the apex of his thighs. Dom let out a throaty growl of pleasure as Lijah's sharp little teeth sank down on one taut nipple. Dom pressed Lijah back against the wall, grinding the evidence of his impressive arousal into Lijah's throbbing sex. Elijah was gripped with a shiver as he felt his knees turn to water, and his head fell back in total and complete abandon. "Yess," Dom purred, "You're mine. Say it. You're
mine."
Elijah paused. This was all so new and freeing. "Oh, yes, Dom, I'm your hot little sailor boy of love."
Dom gave a moan of satisfaction at this ragged affirmation. His tongue plunged deep into Elijah's mouth in a tantalizing parody of another kind of penetration.
Elijah was not fooled, however, as their tongues began a tantalizing duel. They danced and darted inside Lijah's mouth, stroking and driving him wild, like two playful otters discovering the joys of a new world of love. It was much like a sonata, Elijah reckoned, only with more teen lust and hot passionate quivering.
But he soon forgot all such considerations and, indeed, all thoughts entirely, in the onslaught of crushing waves of desire as Dom's fingers found his nipple through his shirt. Oh. Oh. He had wanted this for so long.
Dom was apprehensive at taking Elijah like this, so fully and completely, but his loins cried for release.
"Dom," Elijah breathed, "anything, anything you want at all," and Dom felt himself tremble and shudder, his manhood pulsing urgently against Elijah's sex, causing them to grind their hips together like an erotic dancer with a pole. A large pole, melting hot to the touch, clothed in taut black leather.
"Elijah," Dom moaned, "Elijah. Let me inside you. I need to be inside you." His lips did wonderful, wicked things to Elijah's neck as he spoke, and his fingers were unfastening Lijah's pants, even that simple act erotic as the button slid slickly through the tight mouth of the buttonhole.
Elijah could barely comprehend the overwhelming eroticness of it all, and he thrust against Dom hungrily. "Just give it to me!" He whined, grinding his sex more firmly against Dom's lean yet strong pelvis. Dom, meanwhile, was ripping Elijah's pants from his body with strong, urgent, manly jerks of his manly hands. "Oooh, yes," he whispered, "God, yes," as their cocks sprang free.
The manly scent of Dom's manly musk made Elijah quiver and tremble with excitement as he opened his thighs and felt Dom pressing his manhood between them. Elijah couldn't help but gasp. "Oh, Dom, you're so big! It'll never fit!"
"Shhh, baby," Dom crooned, unable to resist rocking his hips gently in a rhythm as old as time, as sweet and smooth as a toy boat in a river of water. Dom crushed Elijah to his broad, manly, yet hairless chest. "Don't think, Elijah, it will only make it hurt more," he breathed, and Elijah gasped yet again.
Elijah picked up his rhythm, finally, pushing up, arching into Dom's insistent touch like a dog in the heat of mating fever. Dom quaked and trembled. How could this blue-eyed angel be such a devil? He moved against Elijah in a pattern that could only be described as gentle and smooth, with hints of manly prowess. It was going to be hard to take Elijah and make him his--oh, yes, but it was going to be worth it. Dom groaned at the thought. "Mine," he grunted mindlessly,
thrusting his powerful erection in the crease of Elijah's thigh with smooth flexes of his powerful thighs.
Elijah cried out softly, "Oh, Dom, make me yours, claim me forever!" And Dom thrust against him again, chanting Elijah's name as though it were a sort of mantra at a yoga session.
"Dom, Dom," Elijah moaned in reply, converting it into the prayer of an esoteric one-member cult. Then he felt Dom's fingers probing at the eager entrance to his body--and fell into the sacrificial flames of desire.
Dom couldn't control himself. He wanted to worship at the altar of Elijah forever and always. As he pressed into Elijah more fully, Dom felt as though he was about to have a religious experience.
Elijah moaned as he felt his body slowly, slickly open to accept the pulsing velvet length of Dom into his depths.
Dom was surrounded by heat, sheathed in silk, enveloped in satin, wrapped in polycotton blend. He had never felt more alive.
Elijah groaned as he felt Dom press home, deeper than deep, as fully buried in Elijah's body as he could get. Then Dom withdrew and slowly thrust again, deeper than Elijah would have thought possible, as deep within his heart, something dark loomed and blossomed. Dom was claiming him, yes, as he lifted his hips and Dom once again
thrust even deeper than all the deeps that went before that.
Elijah's body clutched at Dom, drew him deeper, as if it knew the secret of Elijah's heart, that treacherous traitor. "Yes, yes!" Elijah gasped, as Dom thrust even deeper again.
Dom couldn't control himself, he was a wild man, thrusting against Elijah with reckless abandon. When he was buried within Elijah's sweet warmth deeper than humanly or inhumanly possible, he knew he could never even think of sex or leather or buttons again without remembering the tight fit of the secret channel of Elijah's body, so beautiful-feeling, so hot, as though it had been made just to caress and knead his throbbing manhood.
Elijah panted and squirmed. His insides were being ripped to shreds, and it was the most exquisite torture he had ever felt. He knew that this was more than just hot flesh on flesh; this was home. This... was a love deeper than any love he'd ever known, deeper than Dom's manhood was now pressing into him.
Deeper, even, than Liv Tyler.
Dom's pulsating, throbbing manhood invaded Elijah's deepest depths. How could one, albeit important, part of the body be so perfect, so made for him? As Elijah felt Dom's swollen manhood pressing one last time against that special place in him, he gave in to the tide of pleasure, let the beauty of love take him on its silver wings beyond the sky and over the edge of a silver waterfall into a rainbow river of stars and love. "Oh, Dom," he gasped, "that was incredible, so moving and spiritual!"
"Shut up, Elijah," Dom growled, furiously capturing Elijah's mouth for a searing kiss.
The knowledge exploded in their minds simultaneously like fireworks: they were not alone. They had both felt the earth-shaking beauty of what was between them, so much more, so much deeper than just the sweaty sex of the body. It was in the shy darts of Dom's tongue in Elijah's eager mouth, it was in Elijah's fingers smoothing over Dom's toned biceps as if to rub in sunscreen. The connection between them was real and true. Was love. Elijah gave a little shuddering sigh and gave himself up to his one true love by opening his mouth.
Their tongues met in a blissful symphony of sensation. Elijah couldn't remember the last time he'd ever kissed somebody like this, and if you'd seen his movies, you'd know why.
As for Dom, he knew that he would never be the same. He could never feel the same as he felt in Elijah's arms and in his mouth, could never capture again the sweet suction of this moment, with Elijah's mouth fastened to his with an airtight seal. Much like a clamp, Elijah had attached himself to Dom's mouth. Elijah was the Hoover and Dom was a piece of dust. But that didn't matter as the pleasure washed around them in a sea of perfection. A sea that would remain utterly perfect, in never-ending sweetness and hotness and cuteness, until the end of time.
The End
The title for this story comes from a kind of old song that I still like a lot, by Shania Twain. Here's one of the verses so you can see why I think it applies so much to Dom and Elijah:
From this moment life has begun
From this moment you are the one
Right beside you is where I belong
From this moment on
-Shania Twain
Author: Arwen Rox (girlieliv@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Sex and schmoop!
Okay, this story was posted at the Yahoo!Groups Closer_Than_Brothers, dpl, LOTR_RPS, and Drunk_On_Lotr_Men about a week or two ago. Then I got this journal, so... anyways, if it looks familiar that's probably where it's from! Enjoy. :)
Trapped in the cradle of Dom's powerful thighs, Lijah found himself with no power or will to escape. He let out a small groan, Dom's manhood nestling against the rock-hard arousal at the apex of his thighs. Dom let out a throaty growl of pleasure as Lijah's sharp little teeth sank down on one taut nipple. Dom pressed Lijah back against the wall, grinding the evidence of his impressive arousal into Lijah's throbbing sex. Elijah was gripped with a shiver as he felt his knees turn to water, and his head fell back in total and complete abandon. "Yess," Dom purred, "You're mine. Say it. You're
mine."
Elijah paused. This was all so new and freeing. "Oh, yes, Dom, I'm your hot little sailor boy of love."
Dom gave a moan of satisfaction at this ragged affirmation. His tongue plunged deep into Elijah's mouth in a tantalizing parody of another kind of penetration.
Elijah was not fooled, however, as their tongues began a tantalizing duel. They danced and darted inside Lijah's mouth, stroking and driving him wild, like two playful otters discovering the joys of a new world of love. It was much like a sonata, Elijah reckoned, only with more teen lust and hot passionate quivering.
But he soon forgot all such considerations and, indeed, all thoughts entirely, in the onslaught of crushing waves of desire as Dom's fingers found his nipple through his shirt. Oh. Oh. He had wanted this for so long.
Dom was apprehensive at taking Elijah like this, so fully and completely, but his loins cried for release.
"Dom," Elijah breathed, "anything, anything you want at all," and Dom felt himself tremble and shudder, his manhood pulsing urgently against Elijah's sex, causing them to grind their hips together like an erotic dancer with a pole. A large pole, melting hot to the touch, clothed in taut black leather.
"Elijah," Dom moaned, "Elijah. Let me inside you. I need to be inside you." His lips did wonderful, wicked things to Elijah's neck as he spoke, and his fingers were unfastening Lijah's pants, even that simple act erotic as the button slid slickly through the tight mouth of the buttonhole.
Elijah could barely comprehend the overwhelming eroticness of it all, and he thrust against Dom hungrily. "Just give it to me!" He whined, grinding his sex more firmly against Dom's lean yet strong pelvis. Dom, meanwhile, was ripping Elijah's pants from his body with strong, urgent, manly jerks of his manly hands. "Oooh, yes," he whispered, "God, yes," as their cocks sprang free.
The manly scent of Dom's manly musk made Elijah quiver and tremble with excitement as he opened his thighs and felt Dom pressing his manhood between them. Elijah couldn't help but gasp. "Oh, Dom, you're so big! It'll never fit!"
"Shhh, baby," Dom crooned, unable to resist rocking his hips gently in a rhythm as old as time, as sweet and smooth as a toy boat in a river of water. Dom crushed Elijah to his broad, manly, yet hairless chest. "Don't think, Elijah, it will only make it hurt more," he breathed, and Elijah gasped yet again.
Elijah picked up his rhythm, finally, pushing up, arching into Dom's insistent touch like a dog in the heat of mating fever. Dom quaked and trembled. How could this blue-eyed angel be such a devil? He moved against Elijah in a pattern that could only be described as gentle and smooth, with hints of manly prowess. It was going to be hard to take Elijah and make him his--oh, yes, but it was going to be worth it. Dom groaned at the thought. "Mine," he grunted mindlessly,
thrusting his powerful erection in the crease of Elijah's thigh with smooth flexes of his powerful thighs.
Elijah cried out softly, "Oh, Dom, make me yours, claim me forever!" And Dom thrust against him again, chanting Elijah's name as though it were a sort of mantra at a yoga session.
"Dom, Dom," Elijah moaned in reply, converting it into the prayer of an esoteric one-member cult. Then he felt Dom's fingers probing at the eager entrance to his body--and fell into the sacrificial flames of desire.
Dom couldn't control himself. He wanted to worship at the altar of Elijah forever and always. As he pressed into Elijah more fully, Dom felt as though he was about to have a religious experience.
Elijah moaned as he felt his body slowly, slickly open to accept the pulsing velvet length of Dom into his depths.
Dom was surrounded by heat, sheathed in silk, enveloped in satin, wrapped in polycotton blend. He had never felt more alive.
Elijah groaned as he felt Dom press home, deeper than deep, as fully buried in Elijah's body as he could get. Then Dom withdrew and slowly thrust again, deeper than Elijah would have thought possible, as deep within his heart, something dark loomed and blossomed. Dom was claiming him, yes, as he lifted his hips and Dom once again
thrust even deeper than all the deeps that went before that.
Elijah's body clutched at Dom, drew him deeper, as if it knew the secret of Elijah's heart, that treacherous traitor. "Yes, yes!" Elijah gasped, as Dom thrust even deeper again.
Dom couldn't control himself, he was a wild man, thrusting against Elijah with reckless abandon. When he was buried within Elijah's sweet warmth deeper than humanly or inhumanly possible, he knew he could never even think of sex or leather or buttons again without remembering the tight fit of the secret channel of Elijah's body, so beautiful-feeling, so hot, as though it had been made just to caress and knead his throbbing manhood.
Elijah panted and squirmed. His insides were being ripped to shreds, and it was the most exquisite torture he had ever felt. He knew that this was more than just hot flesh on flesh; this was home. This... was a love deeper than any love he'd ever known, deeper than Dom's manhood was now pressing into him.
Deeper, even, than Liv Tyler.
Dom's pulsating, throbbing manhood invaded Elijah's deepest depths. How could one, albeit important, part of the body be so perfect, so made for him? As Elijah felt Dom's swollen manhood pressing one last time against that special place in him, he gave in to the tide of pleasure, let the beauty of love take him on its silver wings beyond the sky and over the edge of a silver waterfall into a rainbow river of stars and love. "Oh, Dom," he gasped, "that was incredible, so moving and spiritual!"
"Shut up, Elijah," Dom growled, furiously capturing Elijah's mouth for a searing kiss.
The knowledge exploded in their minds simultaneously like fireworks: they were not alone. They had both felt the earth-shaking beauty of what was between them, so much more, so much deeper than just the sweaty sex of the body. It was in the shy darts of Dom's tongue in Elijah's eager mouth, it was in Elijah's fingers smoothing over Dom's toned biceps as if to rub in sunscreen. The connection between them was real and true. Was love. Elijah gave a little shuddering sigh and gave himself up to his one true love by opening his mouth.
Their tongues met in a blissful symphony of sensation. Elijah couldn't remember the last time he'd ever kissed somebody like this, and if you'd seen his movies, you'd know why.
As for Dom, he knew that he would never be the same. He could never feel the same as he felt in Elijah's arms and in his mouth, could never capture again the sweet suction of this moment, with Elijah's mouth fastened to his with an airtight seal. Much like a clamp, Elijah had attached himself to Dom's mouth. Elijah was the Hoover and Dom was a piece of dust. But that didn't matter as the pleasure washed around them in a sea of perfection. A sea that would remain utterly perfect, in never-ending sweetness and hotness and cuteness, until the end of time.
The End
The title for this story comes from a kind of old song that I still like a lot, by Shania Twain. Here's one of the verses so you can see why I think it applies so much to Dom and Elijah:
From this moment life has begun
From this moment you are the one
Right beside you is where I belong
From this moment on
-Shania Twain