Ecstatic Fires (One-off)
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lalalive23Title: Ecstatic Fires
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lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drug use, sex, swearing
Summary: London, England. 1993. At the peak of the rave scene that was sweeping the globe, Matt spots Dom from across the room and simply has to have him.
Feedback: Has the same effect as the ecstasy in this story! No, seriously. I love it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I.
Note: I wish to send a tank full of beautiful men tosunshine_173 , dolce_piccante , and millionstar for being bit readers, lovely friends and convincing me that porn doesn't always need a plot. If it weren't for these ladies, this would not be posted. If it weren't for Deadmau5 and his live stream gig on Saturday night, this story would not exist. Thanks to gods of techno and industrial house beats. Thanks to Spor for deciding to become a DJ. Thanks to synesthesia. Enjoy!
July 18, 1993.
Heat. All consuming heat, inside and outside the warehouse, making the sweat sting on the bodies crowded together trying to catch a glimpse of the anonymous DJ. For tonight, and only tonight, the 4,000-some young adults looking for an escape worshiped this man as they would a god. Rhythmically, they bounced, and went together. Symmetrically, asymmetrically. It didn't matter. The building had reached maximum capacity, maximum temperature. It was probably 109ºF but with a hand to the walls, there was an inexplicable chill that seemed to soothe the skin and ease the mind to the touch.
Pressed against the wall, Dominic stood with his eyes closed and lips parted. His hips ground in time with the beat into the cool brick, pressing and rubbing to extinguish the fire that was causing sweat to pool at the base of his spine. Neck glistening with moisture, he ran his hand through his red-sprayed hair, glitter from his cheek rubbing off onto his forearm as he wiped the droplets at the nape of his hairline.
With his other hand, he tugged at his pink teeshirt, which seemed to cling to his slim waist like a second skin. The fabric was damp and he wrinkled his nose for a moment at the feel of it under his fingers, pulling it back and making a breeze on his belly.
Coursing through his veins was an energy, a live wire that seemed to have plugged into him. He could not stop moving, he could not stop the music that was his beating heart. From the moment he had entered the building, he had become a cyborg, governed by batteries and not by blood. He only needed to be recharged and, soon, he would find himself in the throws of movement, bonding briefly with the nameless people around him.
He ground his hips harder into the wall, the music seeming to drip from his ears into his soul and a small whimper escaped his mouth at the sensation of being so ecstatically high on sound. Unconsciously, his arms raised above his head, wrists twisting and his shirt raising above the waist band of his leather trousers.
Across the room, Matthew watched the display hungrily. His tongue lapped eagerly on the lollipop between his lips, sucking and devouring with glee. Sparkling blue eyes stared transfixed at the patch of skin now glowing the coloured lights, and the lower half of his body began to respond in earnest. He was drawn to the patch of hair below the man's navel, the line teasing him with what remained beneath the low-slung and devastatingly tight leather. He wanted to lick and pull the hair with his teeth. The lollipop slid from his mouth with a gentle 'pop,' and he ran the candy along his bottom lip, wetting it with sticky sweetness, never tearing his eyes away from the show he was privy to. His eyes wandered from the twined hands, long fingers grasping together, down the muscular forearms. He paused briefly at the sight of his head: blonde hair shining through the red spray, glitter smeared carelessly under his closed eyes, lips parted slightly, head thrown back in wild abandon as he writhed against the wall. Perhaps Matthew's favourite bit of flesh was the wet skin of Dominic's neck, glistening and glowing, and urging Matthew's appetite on a spiraling increase. Down the blue irises went, wishing in earnest to see the collarbone, the nipples and the ribs that were hidden from his view, but a wicked grin crooked his lips to the side at the sight of light under arm hair. He denied himself the desire to linger at the navel, having stared so primally long enough and viewed with pleasure the hip bones that dented in a faint beginning of a swimmer's cut. Further still was the joining of his pelvic bone to his groin, a bulge existing there, though whether it was half hard or not was a mystery Matthew was all too eager to put to bed. On a final run through of the delicious man's body, his gaze slid from his thin legs to his large feet, Matthew's unguarded appraisal complete and one thought lingering on his brain:
I might die if I don't bury my cock in his arse tonight.
From his position leaning in the doorway to a separate room of the warehouse, just as crowded as the main floor, legs crossed languidly, Matthew pushed himself away and started on a beeline for the man he found he was craving. With elegant steps, he sauntered over to the unaware young man, and Matthew smiled as he got closer when we realized he could not have been much older than he. A ripe 18 years of age. His tongue swirled around the sucker, greedily consuming all the flavors in the melting syrup. A lurch in his stomach rose into his chest as he watched the blonde-redhead bring his hands down, pressing roughly into his flesh as he dragged his hands, fingers probing and almost scratching, down the length of his waist. He rubbed vigorously at his hips as that swiveled, his arse pressing back into the wall in a violent circle, before bringing his hands to comb and grab through his hair.
Matthew became animalistic in his advance towards Dominic, the lollipop falling from his lips as, suddenly he wanted to be sucking Dominic's cock with such determination, the sweet sugar long forgotten in the promise of Dominic's natural flavor. Inside his thick boots, his steps quickened, every impulse in his body telling him to mark the other man as his own.
Acutely aware that he was being watched, hair standing on end at the feeling of a body approaching, Dominic opened his eyes and Matthew nearly halted his steps at the sight of the grey eyes nearly black with lust. He studied the pupils carefully, wondering if perhaps he was drugged, just as he was. But the whites of his eyes were not bloodshot, and his actions were elegantly hyperactive. The motions of his body were planned, his eyes merely half lidded from the erotic physicality of the music.
Finally in front of Dominic, Matthew wasted no time in grabbing his hips and forcing his mouth to his ear. Breathing hot and steady into the canal he muttered, "We're going to dance now." In a place such as this, partners were claimed instantly and aggressively, and one had to make their claim known before missing their chance.
A shiver and a whimper were the only reply he received, and he smiled to himself as his sticky tongue laved eagerly at the tasty lobe.
Their hips ground together, rhythmically and desperately. Dom's hands found his way to the raven haired locks, threading themselves through the strands and forcing his head to his neck as the slick tongue sucked off the droplets of sweat that had lingered there.
Matthew threw the lollipop away from him, not caring in the slightest where it landed. The flesh he was nipping tasted infinitely better than any confection known to man. His hands worked their way from the cool wall to the muscular bum of his partner in crime, kneading roughly at the cheeks and reveling in the feeling of his fingers gliding on the smooth leather.
He pulled away to assess his work, a red mark matching Dominic's hair appearing and he smiled impishly. The sight of the other man worrying his bottom lip from pleasure between his teeth made his breath catch, and he found it impossible to tear his eyes away from the swollen skin.
"What's your name?" Dominic shouted above the music.
"Does it matter?" Matthew replied cooly.
"To me it does," Dominic announced defiantly.
"Matthew. You?"
"Dominic."
Nodding, Matthew slipped his hands from the warm body he was pulsing against to reach into the pocket of his skin tight trousers, pulling out a small zip-loc bag of pills. His delicate fingers removed only one, Dominic's eyes never leaving the elegant motion of the digit.
"What is that?" Dominic asked naively.
"Ecstasy," Matthew said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was, perhaps, the delivery of the word that convinced him to take it.
The electric blue eyes seemed to burn deep into his core, and as the finger holding the pill came closer, he brought his tongue out to wrap around it, devouring the pill and the finger whole.
The action itself sparked something deep within the core of Matthew's being. The sight of the long tongue winding itself so needily around his finger, the sensation of the exquisite wetness made his eyes flutter. Before the tongue could retract back into the beautiful mouth Matthew was all too excited to explore, he brought his hand to Dominic's jaw, forcing his tongue to remain extracted. Eyes never leaving Dominic's he brought his mouth mere inches from his tongue, and allowed his own to glide along the muscle, dragging and tasting the burning heat from its very tip. Dominic's eyes rolled back into his head, hips bucking into Matthew's as he forced the ebony haired man flush to his body. The smaller man was an expert with his tongue, teasing Dominic's mouth with alarming finess. Both wet muscles lapped and glided together deliriously and blissfully, the taste of the saliva becoming the catalyst for the rest of their actions.
Between their bodies, the heat from the room and the july, summer burn was causing their stomachs to ache. Matthew's heart rate was beating at an alarming pace, the affect of the drug kicked in twenty minutes before and the feeling of Dominic's tongue against his own causing him to become furiously light headed. Distantly, the beneath the sound of the music, he could hear Dominic's little voice whimpering with intense rapture, the sound shooting straight to his already exceptionally hard cock. He sounded desperate and greedy, innocently possessed and as though he knew unnaturally well what sounds to elicit to make Matthew crave him more. Unable to stand it no more, he brought his lips to Dominic's, crushing them together with magnificent force.
Their lips moved together, Dominic's hands moving in a fierce massage down Matthew's head as Matthew's own hands smeared the glitter on Dominic's cheek bones. The heat within their mouths was feverish, but not oppressive as a tingle of excitement slithered down both their spines. Dominic pushed himself from the wall, walking the two men into the crowd, where their grinding took on a feverish pace.
With reluctance, Matthew withdrew his lips from the swollen flesh of Dom's mouth, their wetness giving them a pink and edible characteristic. Abruptly he spun the boy around, grinding his hardness into Dom's leathery bum and pressing his hips to his. His strong fingers closed tightly on Dom's waist, and a keening whimper erupted from Dom's aching mouth. Their hips moved in tandem, thrusting and turning in time as Dom's heart rate began to climb.
The drug he had slipped down his throat began to take affect, his eye sight blurring as the swirling colours began to combine and his skin began to crawl. The feeling was not unpleasant, though, and he welcomed the sensation as it washed over him. Matthew's hands on his hips tightened and he felt a nose rubbing into his neck as his scent was inhaled. They exhaled at the same time, Dominic's arm wrapping around to caress the soft tresses atop Matt's head.
"Is this your first time?" Matthew asked, lips impossibly close to his ear to ensure that he heard him.
Dominic's eyes popped open as he thought about what to say. Did Matthew mean first time at a rave? Or first time being this close with a bloke? In honesty, both answers were yes so he decided not to question further and save himself the embarrassment. He gave his honest answer.
"Yeah," he shouted breathily.
He turned his innocent eyes over to Matthew's face, Matthew busily rubbing his lips along the glitter on his cheeks. Sensing that he was turning slowly, Matthew pulled away, their bodies still moving. "Am I doing alright so far?" he asked.
A wolfish grin spread across Matthew's lips and he thrust roughly into Dom's arse, his groin teasing Dominic perfectly. "You're doing just fine."
Dominic squeezed his eyes shut and cried out at the sensation of feeling Matthew press so accurately where he was slowly realizing he wanted him most. His body was feeling everything to the max, the world slowing down and the touches Matthew was giving him seemed to last a lifetime. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears, could hear Matthew breathing sharply in a laugh and a pant at Dominic's reaction, could hear the laughter of a woman somewhere far away and so close he could hardly pin-point her geographic distance.
The song changed from electronic body music to industrial dub-step, a slow grind more appropriate than a sharp and ecstatic thrust. Matthew began rolling his hips into Dominic's, remaining in control of their pace, in control of Dominic's body.
It alarmed Dominic to feel how quickly the change in rhythm could affect his body. From the center of his groin, he could feel a surge of warmth as his erection pressed urgently at his tight leather trousers. The pleasure coursing through his groin was starting to make him ache, a pleasant burning sensation making his inner thighs tremble. He felt dizzy and ecstatic, like his skin was gleaming in a supernova, though the very thought made no sense. Confusion was settling itself in his mind, not knowing where Matthew's hands were rubbing, a sensation of being groped all over crawling along his body. Colours that weren't the lights or lasers were flashing before his eyes, the music suddenly retaining a physical quality in his vision. Desperately, and innocently, he wanted to know if Matthew felt the same.
For his part, Matthew was doing the very best at controlling himself, at least for a few more songs. It was taking every ounce of his concentration not to strip Dominic of his leather ensemble on the dance floor, to not slip his fingers beneath the tight waistband and press his fingers into his tight arse. Though that urge was becoming more and more dominant in Matthew's mind, he was resisting with astounding strength, for now merely letting the naive boy dance against him as he came up to a blissful high.
Matthew watched eagerly as the grey eyes became black with lust and ecstasy, the dilating pupils stretching just like Matthew yearned to do to Dominic's body. He allowed himself the pleasure of letting his tongue lick along Dom's bottom lip while his right hand slid leisurely underneath the pink shirt to scratch in earnest along a hardened nipple. A keening cry lost itself from Dom's mouth and into Matthew's, the ebony haired man absorbing it completely. Dom's hands twisted and pulled at the strands of dark hair, fingers twitching with sensory overload. The little noises Dominic was making as Matthew's tongue fucked his mouth in time with his dancing hips made Matthew a bit manic and, with a explicit moan, Matthew broke the kiss, pulling away completely and beckoning Dominic to follow him.
Dominic did as Matthew's long finger told him, following him as best he could through the throng of people and out into the midnight summer. He followed him silently through the empty streets of London, walking several blocks before they found a street busy enough to hold a few cabs. Matthew hailed one, without ever turning to see if Dominic was still there. Matthew could sense him, his heat, hear his heart beating, his breath panting in a list of emotions, namely desire and confusion. They slid into the car without a word, Matthew dictating an address and telling the driver to step on it, but refusing to turn to Dominic.
The blonde was shivering in anticipation, breath coming in heaves just waiting for Matthew to lay one hand on him. Being honest with himself, he was scared senseless. He had never been with a man, and could only assume that this night was leading in that direction. His brian was muddled, filled with colours, sounds and foreign emotions and he was sure he would disappoint Matthew the minute he was stripped of his clothes.
In the dark of the cab, Matthew began sneaking glances over towards the exquisite creature seated beside him, highlighted with the glow from the city like a halo. From the moment he had spotted him to the minute the lithe body had slid next to his on the dingy leather seats, Matthew had been trapped in a cage of overwhelming physical sensation. His cock was in a state of agony, on fire with the need to be buried deep inside the body next to him. The friction the fabric of his tight trousers was delicious, but his body was straining to be released, to find release. When he had left the house earlier that evening, he had decided that he was unable to fit himself in the trousers he wanted if he was wearing pants. At the time he had been planning to merely enjoy a night out, but now he was astutely aware that the shape of his cock was absurdly visible through the thin skinnies.
It was 3AM, and the streets were dark with a fog from a summer rain they both had missed whilst they were inside the warehouse. The mist of the fog gave the appearance that the metal of the streetlights was sweating with them. As they passed light after light, Dominic found himself studying the small body of Matthew. He was short, and frighteningly thin, but he knew from experience that the body was small, experienced, and profoundly erotic. A small gasp escaped his lips at the sight of Matthew's white v-neck shirt, dipped wet with sweat. The thin fabric had become see through, and in the dim lighting of the streetlights he could make out mouthwatering dark nipple, raised to its peak along the ivory smooth skin of his chest.
At the sound of the air leaving Dominic's lungs, Matthew brought his face to Dominic's, ripping his eyes away from the window. Dominic was paralyzed by the all consuming blue, electric cerulean gazing deep, positively scorching its way into Dominic's soul. And then, a devilish grin forced that tantalizing bottom lip to contort into the picture of sin and Dominic let out a growl of his own accord.
Again, it was Dominic's vocal inhibitions that set Matthew's soul to burning. He kept his gaze on the blonde and demanded "Drive faster" to the driver. He received a grunt as a response, but he felt the cab move a little quicker and he was thankful that it wouldn't be much longer before he would see luscious body before spread out beneath him, waiting and aching for him.
Abruptly the cab came to a halt and the driver muttered "£12.70," his dirty brown eyes looking into the review mirror to see the two men still staring hungrily at each other's faces. "OI!" he exclaimed. Matthew brought a cold stare to the driver. "£12.70, mate."
Matthew removed a ten and a five pound note from his pocket, the skinnies too tight to hold his wallet. He threw them through the little window, saying "keep the change," before sliding out of the car with Dominic waiting patiently for him outside.
"I never asked," Matthew said calmly as the driver pulled away. "Would you like to come home with me?"
Dom smiled, clearly already at Matt's apartment building and repeated Matthew's earlier words. "Does it matter?"
Matthew let a giggle escape him and he quickly leapt up the steps to the large door that she shoved open urgently. Dominic followed him silently, assessing his surroundings and realizing that the building he was in was old and dirty. The apartment Matt lived in would not be very expensive, and he found himself wondering if he lived with flatmates or his parents. A blush crept across his sparkling cheeks at the thought of having to address other people in the flat, explaining that he was there to seek pleasure and pleasure alone. And then he briefly felt shame, about to lose his virginity to a man he had known for merely a few hours, a man he really didn't know at all. But those thoughts disappeared as he felt Matthew slip a soft hand into his, and the tender touch brought pink and lavender hues to the walls and suddenly, Dominic didn't feel afraid anymore.
They climbed the steps, though neither of them heard the sounds of their footsteps, their ears ringing from the sound of the music. Matthew tripped up the last step, both of them laughing at an unknown level but the sound of Dominic's magnificent laugh brought spots of colour to Matt's eyes and he felt as though he was walking in a dream. Their laughter continued for no particular reason as they continued down the hall to Matt's door, the peep-hole broken and the 6B on the wood tarnished and rusting from age and neglect.
Upon entering the flat, Dominic was dimly aware that the studio flat could hardly contain Matthew, let alone flatmates. In the center of the apartment was a queen sized mattress, resting on the floor with no frame to house it and simple black sheets to cover it. There were two pillows, both mangled and contorted into a shapes from years of use.
Matthew kicked the door shut and swirled Dominic around, pulling him to him with a fierce urgency.
"Need so much. Want you so much. So pretty, pretty thing," Matthew whispered before absolutely consuming Dominic's lips whole. HIs hands held tightly to Dominic's face, and forcing his tongue into the deepest corners of his mouth.
Searching and nimble fingers slid wistfully under Matthew's damp shirt, fingering and pressing greedily into the sharp muscles they found. The sensation of being massaged caused Matthew to break his needy kiss, and he let out a howl of glee, his spine arching into the touch, eyes squeezing shut and neck twisting down and under to retain the sensation forever. Dominic stood spellbound, continuing his ministrations and watching as the man before him digressed into a needy kitten, positively straining to evaporate into Dom's fingertips.
Matthew brought his face to Dom's, lips parted and gleaming with wet saliva, eyes hungry and positively burning with a heady and overwhelming fervor. He said nothing as he brought a pale and perfectly sculpted hand to his mouth, wetting it with his gut-wrenchingly skilled tongue and brought it to the waistband of Dom's trousers. He held the searing gaze for what seemed like an eternity before he thrust it beneath the PVC, grasping wholly the hard flesh of Dom's cock and sending the blonde into a spasm of ardor.
Biting his lip, his eyes fluttered shut and Dom let himself drown in the sensation of being held so tightly. Colours were flashing, positive he heard a symphony in his own heartbeat, and before long he felt a breeze on his thighs and wondered when Matthew had tugged his trousers to his feet. Kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of the pants, barefoot and half naked. Casually, he toyed with the hem of Matt's damp shirt, marveling at the view of two scrumptiously dark nipples that he was dying to tease between his teeth. He could hear himself whimpering like a small child at the feel of Matt's hand working him so fiercely, but he was hyperaware of the way Matt's damp hair fell in front of his eyes as he forced himself to concentrate. He was aware of gold flecks in Matt's crystal azure, of the sierra burn in the crevices of the floorboards, of the specks of dust taking up residence on the door handle, and the smeared fingerprints his sweaty palm print was making on the door frame.
Distantly in the back of his mind, he could feel his orgasm rising in the base of his spine, so he stepped out of Matt's touch and walked backwards to the bed. MAtthew followed like an obedient and horny teenager, removing his shirt as he walked and shaking his hair out of his eyes as he lifted it over his head. Dominic did the same, finally wearing nothing but glitter and what he hoped was a seductive grin. Dominic's grey eyes focused only on the white belt of Matt's trousers, the way it clattered as the clasp was undone, and the way the vinyl of the fibers made the sound of being ripped as he pulled it from the loops. A small inferno began to blossom in earnest in his core as he watched Matthew pull the zip apart, the button undone, and his hips giving a shimmy as the tight black gave way to the agonizingly beautiful dark hair of Matthew's groin. He wore no pants and Dominic marveled at that fact as the rest of the trousers slipped away, revealing Matthew in his full glory outside of his sewn in look.
Having noticed the shape of his stunning cock before, Dominic found himself surprised to see that the gift between Matthew's legs was impressive, and Dominic threw his head back to worry his bottom lip in delight.
He felt Matthew come to straddle him, his hand coming to cradle Dominic's head, fisting in his hair, while he slid two fingers into Dominic's mouth.
"Usually, I would drag this out as long as possible, until you were absolutely begging me to bury myself inside of you. But you've had me on edge for so long, I might scream if I don't fuck you right now." Matthew murmured the words and trembled as Dominic's eyes widened, unable to speak as he contained a mouthful of knuckle, sucking and laving much the way Matthew had to his lollipop.
A sharp fear lingered again in Dominic's stomach, his inexperience giving way to bristling anxieties and when Matthew removed his fingers from Dominic's mouth he found himself stammering. "I can't - I don't - I've never - " Matthew silenced him with a surprisingly tender kiss, sucking his bottom lip and not trying to shush him with the thrust of his tongue.
"I figured," Matthew whispered, dragging his soaked fingers down Dominic's abdomen. "It's going to hurt at first," Matthew swirled his fingers around Dom's entrance and chuckled at the shiver the action received. "But I promise I'll make you feel so good, you'll be dying for more." With his last words, he thrust a finger deep into Dominic, not moving the digit until the blonde's howl of pain had silenced. He held it there, savoring the fantastic heat surrounding his knuckles and allowed the other man to adjust before moving it with purpose.
Colours exploded behind Dom's shut eyes, the sensation of being stretched both a painful and a beautiful one. He focused his breathing, and soon found himself begging for the second finger, for a faster pace, for Matt to go deeper. He found himself bouncing on the digits, impaling himself and seeking a feeling he couldn't put a word on. When Matthew's astute fingers curled, and hit something buried deep within him he didn't know existed, he screamed and felt as though he were hovering inches above the ground, above and outside himself.
"Now, oh please, dear god, now." he cried as he clutched Matt's shoulders, his sweaty hands slipping on Matt's warm skin.
Matthew removed his fingers, tracing the edge of his bottom lip before sucking them whole and reveling at the intimate taste of Dominic. He wished that Dominic had seen the illicit action, but could not blame the boy for remaining in a helpless heap on the bed, begging to be fucked to an inch of his life, eyes shut and mouth panting with heavy breaths. He prepared himself, condom and all, proud of himself for leaving such things close to the mattress, and also proud for remembering to do so in such a drugged and delirious state.
Slowly he crawled up the shivering blonde, allowing his cock to press gently at his entrance. Dominic's eyes popped open, fear lingering behind the lusty pupils. Matthew calmed him, twining their fingers together and placing a kiss to Dom's lips. The electric blue eyes questioned the thin grey irises briefly, wondering if he was sure, if he was ready, if he needed another minute, and the sheer kindness of the act caused Dom to buck his hips and nod in approval.
Matthew thrust himself in slowly, and a pained gasp escaped Dom's lips. He held himself still, the head of his cock enveloped in Dom's warmth and he found himself immediately trembling with the effort to remain unmoving. His head bowed with the heat, their hands squeezing together for entirely different reasons. Eventually, Matt couldn't take it anymore and he had to move, pushing in deeper and telling Dominic to relax so it could get better.
Dominic focused on his breathing, his inhales and his exhales, the sparks of colour that each inward and outward thrust of Matt's hips caused. He was losing track of time, the seconds and the minutes slipping away into a painful eternity, until eventually, a white fire fogged his view and Matt's hips tapped something inside of him that brought an earth shattering shift in feeling. He came alive with a vengeance, wrapping his legs tightly around Matt's waist and surprising the blue eyes boy with the force of his participation.
"Harder, faster, deeper," Dominic growled.
A volcanic eruption occurred in Matthew's veins, and his hips snapped with alarming force as he drove himself deep into the welcoming body beneath him. The clenching of Dominic's muscles on each outward thrust made his head spin, and his rhythm became fast and furious. From far away he heard the sound of his voice, crying out in the sheer agony of his pleasure, his skin crawling and his lips beginning to tremble as Dominic threw his head back to let out a frighteningly pornographic moan. He was beginning to feel trapped under the weight of his desire, and his brain snapped, focusing now only on completing his orgasm in time with Dominic's.
All Dominic was aware of was that he had never felt as full in his life. He felt stretched and completed, and he was aware that his body was convulsing. The skin of their bodies was burning, and his head thrashed on the distorted pillows to cool his feverish flesh. He brought one hand to fist in Matthew's soaked hair, the other grasping urgently at his throbbing cock and working the pre-come along the flesh, making his hand glide over his head easily.
Tears burned at the corners of Matt's eyes, the burn of his orgasm coming from the very tips of his toes and climbing through his legs and into his thighs. He felt them quiver, convulsing at a rapid fire pace and he choked out the words "Gonn - gonna - go- come - " before the shaking made its way to his biceps and down his arms as his hips snapped frantically into Dominic's lithe body.
Dominic heard Matthew's words distantly, nodding quickly and crying out "uh-huh" and "uuunnggg - YES!" before arching his back and writhing helplessly beneath him, and in that instant, before his eyes fogged with tears, Matthew was sure he had never seen anything so beautiful.
He came with a scream, the tears spilling over just as Dominic did onto his chest. The force of his orgasm was painful, his hips slamming unapologetically into Dominic, and Dom's own cries became a symphony he was sure was carved in gold in his mind. They rode out their orgasm together, his tears mingling with the white come on Dominic's chest and, as his trembling body collapsed onto Dominic's surprisingly still one, he wept in relief at feeling so satisfied.
He had never experienced an orgasm so intense, had never felt as though he had be shot through with metal and his arms brought themselves limply to clutch Dominic.
"Don't pull out yet, please," Dominic's exhausted whisper said.
Matthew simply nodded, physically unable to say a word.
They rested in silence and neither of them knew how long they stayed like that. All that really mattered was that the feeling remained, and they had realized that the sun was peeking through the windows, the affect of the drug having worn off long ago. Matthew was unsure if the force of his orgasm had been the last remains of the drugs, or something specific to them. He didn't mind though. Dominic held him close, stroking the hair that stuck to his forehead, and assuring him that he was more than eager to try again to find out.
Author:
lalalive23 Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drug use, sex, swearing
Summary: London, England. 1993. At the peak of the rave scene that was sweeping the globe, Matt spots Dom from across the room and simply has to have him.
Feedback: Has the same effect as the ecstasy in this story! No, seriously. I love it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I.
Note: I wish to send a tank full of beautiful men to
sunshine_173 , dolce_piccante , and millionstar for being bit readers, lovely friends and convincing me that porn doesn't always need a plot. If it weren't for these ladies, this would not be posted. If it weren't for Deadmau5 and his live stream gig on Saturday night, this story would not exist. Thanks to gods of techno and industrial house beats. Thanks to Spor for deciding to become a DJ. Thanks to synesthesia. Enjoy!July 18, 1993.
Heat. All consuming heat, inside and outside the warehouse, making the sweat sting on the bodies crowded together trying to catch a glimpse of the anonymous DJ. For tonight, and only tonight, the 4,000-some young adults looking for an escape worshiped this man as they would a god. Rhythmically, they bounced, and went together. Symmetrically, asymmetrically. It didn't matter. The building had reached maximum capacity, maximum temperature. It was probably 109ºF but with a hand to the walls, there was an inexplicable chill that seemed to soothe the skin and ease the mind to the touch.
Pressed against the wall, Dominic stood with his eyes closed and lips parted. His hips ground in time with the beat into the cool brick, pressing and rubbing to extinguish the fire that was causing sweat to pool at the base of his spine. Neck glistening with moisture, he ran his hand through his red-sprayed hair, glitter from his cheek rubbing off onto his forearm as he wiped the droplets at the nape of his hairline.
With his other hand, he tugged at his pink teeshirt, which seemed to cling to his slim waist like a second skin. The fabric was damp and he wrinkled his nose for a moment at the feel of it under his fingers, pulling it back and making a breeze on his belly.
Coursing through his veins was an energy, a live wire that seemed to have plugged into him. He could not stop moving, he could not stop the music that was his beating heart. From the moment he had entered the building, he had become a cyborg, governed by batteries and not by blood. He only needed to be recharged and, soon, he would find himself in the throws of movement, bonding briefly with the nameless people around him.
He ground his hips harder into the wall, the music seeming to drip from his ears into his soul and a small whimper escaped his mouth at the sensation of being so ecstatically high on sound. Unconsciously, his arms raised above his head, wrists twisting and his shirt raising above the waist band of his leather trousers.
Across the room, Matthew watched the display hungrily. His tongue lapped eagerly on the lollipop between his lips, sucking and devouring with glee. Sparkling blue eyes stared transfixed at the patch of skin now glowing the coloured lights, and the lower half of his body began to respond in earnest. He was drawn to the patch of hair below the man's navel, the line teasing him with what remained beneath the low-slung and devastatingly tight leather. He wanted to lick and pull the hair with his teeth. The lollipop slid from his mouth with a gentle 'pop,' and he ran the candy along his bottom lip, wetting it with sticky sweetness, never tearing his eyes away from the show he was privy to. His eyes wandered from the twined hands, long fingers grasping together, down the muscular forearms. He paused briefly at the sight of his head: blonde hair shining through the red spray, glitter smeared carelessly under his closed eyes, lips parted slightly, head thrown back in wild abandon as he writhed against the wall. Perhaps Matthew's favourite bit of flesh was the wet skin of Dominic's neck, glistening and glowing, and urging Matthew's appetite on a spiraling increase. Down the blue irises went, wishing in earnest to see the collarbone, the nipples and the ribs that were hidden from his view, but a wicked grin crooked his lips to the side at the sight of light under arm hair. He denied himself the desire to linger at the navel, having stared so primally long enough and viewed with pleasure the hip bones that dented in a faint beginning of a swimmer's cut. Further still was the joining of his pelvic bone to his groin, a bulge existing there, though whether it was half hard or not was a mystery Matthew was all too eager to put to bed. On a final run through of the delicious man's body, his gaze slid from his thin legs to his large feet, Matthew's unguarded appraisal complete and one thought lingering on his brain:
I might die if I don't bury my cock in his arse tonight.
From his position leaning in the doorway to a separate room of the warehouse, just as crowded as the main floor, legs crossed languidly, Matthew pushed himself away and started on a beeline for the man he found he was craving. With elegant steps, he sauntered over to the unaware young man, and Matthew smiled as he got closer when we realized he could not have been much older than he. A ripe 18 years of age. His tongue swirled around the sucker, greedily consuming all the flavors in the melting syrup. A lurch in his stomach rose into his chest as he watched the blonde-redhead bring his hands down, pressing roughly into his flesh as he dragged his hands, fingers probing and almost scratching, down the length of his waist. He rubbed vigorously at his hips as that swiveled, his arse pressing back into the wall in a violent circle, before bringing his hands to comb and grab through his hair.
Matthew became animalistic in his advance towards Dominic, the lollipop falling from his lips as, suddenly he wanted to be sucking Dominic's cock with such determination, the sweet sugar long forgotten in the promise of Dominic's natural flavor. Inside his thick boots, his steps quickened, every impulse in his body telling him to mark the other man as his own.
Acutely aware that he was being watched, hair standing on end at the feeling of a body approaching, Dominic opened his eyes and Matthew nearly halted his steps at the sight of the grey eyes nearly black with lust. He studied the pupils carefully, wondering if perhaps he was drugged, just as he was. But the whites of his eyes were not bloodshot, and his actions were elegantly hyperactive. The motions of his body were planned, his eyes merely half lidded from the erotic physicality of the music.
Finally in front of Dominic, Matthew wasted no time in grabbing his hips and forcing his mouth to his ear. Breathing hot and steady into the canal he muttered, "We're going to dance now." In a place such as this, partners were claimed instantly and aggressively, and one had to make their claim known before missing their chance.
A shiver and a whimper were the only reply he received, and he smiled to himself as his sticky tongue laved eagerly at the tasty lobe.
Their hips ground together, rhythmically and desperately. Dom's hands found his way to the raven haired locks, threading themselves through the strands and forcing his head to his neck as the slick tongue sucked off the droplets of sweat that had lingered there.
Matthew threw the lollipop away from him, not caring in the slightest where it landed. The flesh he was nipping tasted infinitely better than any confection known to man. His hands worked their way from the cool wall to the muscular bum of his partner in crime, kneading roughly at the cheeks and reveling in the feeling of his fingers gliding on the smooth leather.
He pulled away to assess his work, a red mark matching Dominic's hair appearing and he smiled impishly. The sight of the other man worrying his bottom lip from pleasure between his teeth made his breath catch, and he found it impossible to tear his eyes away from the swollen skin.
"What's your name?" Dominic shouted above the music.
"Does it matter?" Matthew replied cooly.
"To me it does," Dominic announced defiantly.
"Matthew. You?"
"Dominic."
Nodding, Matthew slipped his hands from the warm body he was pulsing against to reach into the pocket of his skin tight trousers, pulling out a small zip-loc bag of pills. His delicate fingers removed only one, Dominic's eyes never leaving the elegant motion of the digit.
"What is that?" Dominic asked naively.
"Ecstasy," Matthew said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was, perhaps, the delivery of the word that convinced him to take it.
The electric blue eyes seemed to burn deep into his core, and as the finger holding the pill came closer, he brought his tongue out to wrap around it, devouring the pill and the finger whole.
The action itself sparked something deep within the core of Matthew's being. The sight of the long tongue winding itself so needily around his finger, the sensation of the exquisite wetness made his eyes flutter. Before the tongue could retract back into the beautiful mouth Matthew was all too excited to explore, he brought his hand to Dominic's jaw, forcing his tongue to remain extracted. Eyes never leaving Dominic's he brought his mouth mere inches from his tongue, and allowed his own to glide along the muscle, dragging and tasting the burning heat from its very tip. Dominic's eyes rolled back into his head, hips bucking into Matthew's as he forced the ebony haired man flush to his body. The smaller man was an expert with his tongue, teasing Dominic's mouth with alarming finess. Both wet muscles lapped and glided together deliriously and blissfully, the taste of the saliva becoming the catalyst for the rest of their actions.
Between their bodies, the heat from the room and the july, summer burn was causing their stomachs to ache. Matthew's heart rate was beating at an alarming pace, the affect of the drug kicked in twenty minutes before and the feeling of Dominic's tongue against his own causing him to become furiously light headed. Distantly, the beneath the sound of the music, he could hear Dominic's little voice whimpering with intense rapture, the sound shooting straight to his already exceptionally hard cock. He sounded desperate and greedy, innocently possessed and as though he knew unnaturally well what sounds to elicit to make Matthew crave him more. Unable to stand it no more, he brought his lips to Dominic's, crushing them together with magnificent force.
Their lips moved together, Dominic's hands moving in a fierce massage down Matthew's head as Matthew's own hands smeared the glitter on Dominic's cheek bones. The heat within their mouths was feverish, but not oppressive as a tingle of excitement slithered down both their spines. Dominic pushed himself from the wall, walking the two men into the crowd, where their grinding took on a feverish pace.
With reluctance, Matthew withdrew his lips from the swollen flesh of Dom's mouth, their wetness giving them a pink and edible characteristic. Abruptly he spun the boy around, grinding his hardness into Dom's leathery bum and pressing his hips to his. His strong fingers closed tightly on Dom's waist, and a keening whimper erupted from Dom's aching mouth. Their hips moved in tandem, thrusting and turning in time as Dom's heart rate began to climb.
The drug he had slipped down his throat began to take affect, his eye sight blurring as the swirling colours began to combine and his skin began to crawl. The feeling was not unpleasant, though, and he welcomed the sensation as it washed over him. Matthew's hands on his hips tightened and he felt a nose rubbing into his neck as his scent was inhaled. They exhaled at the same time, Dominic's arm wrapping around to caress the soft tresses atop Matt's head.
"Is this your first time?" Matthew asked, lips impossibly close to his ear to ensure that he heard him.
Dominic's eyes popped open as he thought about what to say. Did Matthew mean first time at a rave? Or first time being this close with a bloke? In honesty, both answers were yes so he decided not to question further and save himself the embarrassment. He gave his honest answer.
"Yeah," he shouted breathily.
He turned his innocent eyes over to Matthew's face, Matthew busily rubbing his lips along the glitter on his cheeks. Sensing that he was turning slowly, Matthew pulled away, their bodies still moving. "Am I doing alright so far?" he asked.
A wolfish grin spread across Matthew's lips and he thrust roughly into Dom's arse, his groin teasing Dominic perfectly. "You're doing just fine."
Dominic squeezed his eyes shut and cried out at the sensation of feeling Matthew press so accurately where he was slowly realizing he wanted him most. His body was feeling everything to the max, the world slowing down and the touches Matthew was giving him seemed to last a lifetime. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears, could hear Matthew breathing sharply in a laugh and a pant at Dominic's reaction, could hear the laughter of a woman somewhere far away and so close he could hardly pin-point her geographic distance.
The song changed from electronic body music to industrial dub-step, a slow grind more appropriate than a sharp and ecstatic thrust. Matthew began rolling his hips into Dominic's, remaining in control of their pace, in control of Dominic's body.
It alarmed Dominic to feel how quickly the change in rhythm could affect his body. From the center of his groin, he could feel a surge of warmth as his erection pressed urgently at his tight leather trousers. The pleasure coursing through his groin was starting to make him ache, a pleasant burning sensation making his inner thighs tremble. He felt dizzy and ecstatic, like his skin was gleaming in a supernova, though the very thought made no sense. Confusion was settling itself in his mind, not knowing where Matthew's hands were rubbing, a sensation of being groped all over crawling along his body. Colours that weren't the lights or lasers were flashing before his eyes, the music suddenly retaining a physical quality in his vision. Desperately, and innocently, he wanted to know if Matthew felt the same.
For his part, Matthew was doing the very best at controlling himself, at least for a few more songs. It was taking every ounce of his concentration not to strip Dominic of his leather ensemble on the dance floor, to not slip his fingers beneath the tight waistband and press his fingers into his tight arse. Though that urge was becoming more and more dominant in Matthew's mind, he was resisting with astounding strength, for now merely letting the naive boy dance against him as he came up to a blissful high.
Matthew watched eagerly as the grey eyes became black with lust and ecstasy, the dilating pupils stretching just like Matthew yearned to do to Dominic's body. He allowed himself the pleasure of letting his tongue lick along Dom's bottom lip while his right hand slid leisurely underneath the pink shirt to scratch in earnest along a hardened nipple. A keening cry lost itself from Dom's mouth and into Matthew's, the ebony haired man absorbing it completely. Dom's hands twisted and pulled at the strands of dark hair, fingers twitching with sensory overload. The little noises Dominic was making as Matthew's tongue fucked his mouth in time with his dancing hips made Matthew a bit manic and, with a explicit moan, Matthew broke the kiss, pulling away completely and beckoning Dominic to follow him.
Dominic did as Matthew's long finger told him, following him as best he could through the throng of people and out into the midnight summer. He followed him silently through the empty streets of London, walking several blocks before they found a street busy enough to hold a few cabs. Matthew hailed one, without ever turning to see if Dominic was still there. Matthew could sense him, his heat, hear his heart beating, his breath panting in a list of emotions, namely desire and confusion. They slid into the car without a word, Matthew dictating an address and telling the driver to step on it, but refusing to turn to Dominic.
The blonde was shivering in anticipation, breath coming in heaves just waiting for Matthew to lay one hand on him. Being honest with himself, he was scared senseless. He had never been with a man, and could only assume that this night was leading in that direction. His brian was muddled, filled with colours, sounds and foreign emotions and he was sure he would disappoint Matthew the minute he was stripped of his clothes.
In the dark of the cab, Matthew began sneaking glances over towards the exquisite creature seated beside him, highlighted with the glow from the city like a halo. From the moment he had spotted him to the minute the lithe body had slid next to his on the dingy leather seats, Matthew had been trapped in a cage of overwhelming physical sensation. His cock was in a state of agony, on fire with the need to be buried deep inside the body next to him. The friction the fabric of his tight trousers was delicious, but his body was straining to be released, to find release. When he had left the house earlier that evening, he had decided that he was unable to fit himself in the trousers he wanted if he was wearing pants. At the time he had been planning to merely enjoy a night out, but now he was astutely aware that the shape of his cock was absurdly visible through the thin skinnies.
It was 3AM, and the streets were dark with a fog from a summer rain they both had missed whilst they were inside the warehouse. The mist of the fog gave the appearance that the metal of the streetlights was sweating with them. As they passed light after light, Dominic found himself studying the small body of Matthew. He was short, and frighteningly thin, but he knew from experience that the body was small, experienced, and profoundly erotic. A small gasp escaped his lips at the sight of Matthew's white v-neck shirt, dipped wet with sweat. The thin fabric had become see through, and in the dim lighting of the streetlights he could make out mouthwatering dark nipple, raised to its peak along the ivory smooth skin of his chest.
At the sound of the air leaving Dominic's lungs, Matthew brought his face to Dominic's, ripping his eyes away from the window. Dominic was paralyzed by the all consuming blue, electric cerulean gazing deep, positively scorching its way into Dominic's soul. And then, a devilish grin forced that tantalizing bottom lip to contort into the picture of sin and Dominic let out a growl of his own accord.
Again, it was Dominic's vocal inhibitions that set Matthew's soul to burning. He kept his gaze on the blonde and demanded "Drive faster" to the driver. He received a grunt as a response, but he felt the cab move a little quicker and he was thankful that it wouldn't be much longer before he would see luscious body before spread out beneath him, waiting and aching for him.
Abruptly the cab came to a halt and the driver muttered "£12.70," his dirty brown eyes looking into the review mirror to see the two men still staring hungrily at each other's faces. "OI!" he exclaimed. Matthew brought a cold stare to the driver. "£12.70, mate."
Matthew removed a ten and a five pound note from his pocket, the skinnies too tight to hold his wallet. He threw them through the little window, saying "keep the change," before sliding out of the car with Dominic waiting patiently for him outside.
"I never asked," Matthew said calmly as the driver pulled away. "Would you like to come home with me?"
Dom smiled, clearly already at Matt's apartment building and repeated Matthew's earlier words. "Does it matter?"
Matthew let a giggle escape him and he quickly leapt up the steps to the large door that she shoved open urgently. Dominic followed him silently, assessing his surroundings and realizing that the building he was in was old and dirty. The apartment Matt lived in would not be very expensive, and he found himself wondering if he lived with flatmates or his parents. A blush crept across his sparkling cheeks at the thought of having to address other people in the flat, explaining that he was there to seek pleasure and pleasure alone. And then he briefly felt shame, about to lose his virginity to a man he had known for merely a few hours, a man he really didn't know at all. But those thoughts disappeared as he felt Matthew slip a soft hand into his, and the tender touch brought pink and lavender hues to the walls and suddenly, Dominic didn't feel afraid anymore.
They climbed the steps, though neither of them heard the sounds of their footsteps, their ears ringing from the sound of the music. Matthew tripped up the last step, both of them laughing at an unknown level but the sound of Dominic's magnificent laugh brought spots of colour to Matt's eyes and he felt as though he was walking in a dream. Their laughter continued for no particular reason as they continued down the hall to Matt's door, the peep-hole broken and the 6B on the wood tarnished and rusting from age and neglect.
Upon entering the flat, Dominic was dimly aware that the studio flat could hardly contain Matthew, let alone flatmates. In the center of the apartment was a queen sized mattress, resting on the floor with no frame to house it and simple black sheets to cover it. There were two pillows, both mangled and contorted into a shapes from years of use.
Matthew kicked the door shut and swirled Dominic around, pulling him to him with a fierce urgency.
"Need so much. Want you so much. So pretty, pretty thing," Matthew whispered before absolutely consuming Dominic's lips whole. HIs hands held tightly to Dominic's face, and forcing his tongue into the deepest corners of his mouth.
Searching and nimble fingers slid wistfully under Matthew's damp shirt, fingering and pressing greedily into the sharp muscles they found. The sensation of being massaged caused Matthew to break his needy kiss, and he let out a howl of glee, his spine arching into the touch, eyes squeezing shut and neck twisting down and under to retain the sensation forever. Dominic stood spellbound, continuing his ministrations and watching as the man before him digressed into a needy kitten, positively straining to evaporate into Dom's fingertips.
Matthew brought his face to Dom's, lips parted and gleaming with wet saliva, eyes hungry and positively burning with a heady and overwhelming fervor. He said nothing as he brought a pale and perfectly sculpted hand to his mouth, wetting it with his gut-wrenchingly skilled tongue and brought it to the waistband of Dom's trousers. He held the searing gaze for what seemed like an eternity before he thrust it beneath the PVC, grasping wholly the hard flesh of Dom's cock and sending the blonde into a spasm of ardor.
Biting his lip, his eyes fluttered shut and Dom let himself drown in the sensation of being held so tightly. Colours were flashing, positive he heard a symphony in his own heartbeat, and before long he felt a breeze on his thighs and wondered when Matthew had tugged his trousers to his feet. Kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of the pants, barefoot and half naked. Casually, he toyed with the hem of Matt's damp shirt, marveling at the view of two scrumptiously dark nipples that he was dying to tease between his teeth. He could hear himself whimpering like a small child at the feel of Matt's hand working him so fiercely, but he was hyperaware of the way Matt's damp hair fell in front of his eyes as he forced himself to concentrate. He was aware of gold flecks in Matt's crystal azure, of the sierra burn in the crevices of the floorboards, of the specks of dust taking up residence on the door handle, and the smeared fingerprints his sweaty palm print was making on the door frame.
Distantly in the back of his mind, he could feel his orgasm rising in the base of his spine, so he stepped out of Matt's touch and walked backwards to the bed. MAtthew followed like an obedient and horny teenager, removing his shirt as he walked and shaking his hair out of his eyes as he lifted it over his head. Dominic did the same, finally wearing nothing but glitter and what he hoped was a seductive grin. Dominic's grey eyes focused only on the white belt of Matt's trousers, the way it clattered as the clasp was undone, and the way the vinyl of the fibers made the sound of being ripped as he pulled it from the loops. A small inferno began to blossom in earnest in his core as he watched Matthew pull the zip apart, the button undone, and his hips giving a shimmy as the tight black gave way to the agonizingly beautiful dark hair of Matthew's groin. He wore no pants and Dominic marveled at that fact as the rest of the trousers slipped away, revealing Matthew in his full glory outside of his sewn in look.
Having noticed the shape of his stunning cock before, Dominic found himself surprised to see that the gift between Matthew's legs was impressive, and Dominic threw his head back to worry his bottom lip in delight.
He felt Matthew come to straddle him, his hand coming to cradle Dominic's head, fisting in his hair, while he slid two fingers into Dominic's mouth.
"Usually, I would drag this out as long as possible, until you were absolutely begging me to bury myself inside of you. But you've had me on edge for so long, I might scream if I don't fuck you right now." Matthew murmured the words and trembled as Dominic's eyes widened, unable to speak as he contained a mouthful of knuckle, sucking and laving much the way Matthew had to his lollipop.
A sharp fear lingered again in Dominic's stomach, his inexperience giving way to bristling anxieties and when Matthew removed his fingers from Dominic's mouth he found himself stammering. "I can't - I don't - I've never - " Matthew silenced him with a surprisingly tender kiss, sucking his bottom lip and not trying to shush him with the thrust of his tongue.
"I figured," Matthew whispered, dragging his soaked fingers down Dominic's abdomen. "It's going to hurt at first," Matthew swirled his fingers around Dom's entrance and chuckled at the shiver the action received. "But I promise I'll make you feel so good, you'll be dying for more." With his last words, he thrust a finger deep into Dominic, not moving the digit until the blonde's howl of pain had silenced. He held it there, savoring the fantastic heat surrounding his knuckles and allowed the other man to adjust before moving it with purpose.
Colours exploded behind Dom's shut eyes, the sensation of being stretched both a painful and a beautiful one. He focused his breathing, and soon found himself begging for the second finger, for a faster pace, for Matt to go deeper. He found himself bouncing on the digits, impaling himself and seeking a feeling he couldn't put a word on. When Matthew's astute fingers curled, and hit something buried deep within him he didn't know existed, he screamed and felt as though he were hovering inches above the ground, above and outside himself.
"Now, oh please, dear god, now." he cried as he clutched Matt's shoulders, his sweaty hands slipping on Matt's warm skin.
Matthew removed his fingers, tracing the edge of his bottom lip before sucking them whole and reveling at the intimate taste of Dominic. He wished that Dominic had seen the illicit action, but could not blame the boy for remaining in a helpless heap on the bed, begging to be fucked to an inch of his life, eyes shut and mouth panting with heavy breaths. He prepared himself, condom and all, proud of himself for leaving such things close to the mattress, and also proud for remembering to do so in such a drugged and delirious state.
Slowly he crawled up the shivering blonde, allowing his cock to press gently at his entrance. Dominic's eyes popped open, fear lingering behind the lusty pupils. Matthew calmed him, twining their fingers together and placing a kiss to Dom's lips. The electric blue eyes questioned the thin grey irises briefly, wondering if he was sure, if he was ready, if he needed another minute, and the sheer kindness of the act caused Dom to buck his hips and nod in approval.
Matthew thrust himself in slowly, and a pained gasp escaped Dom's lips. He held himself still, the head of his cock enveloped in Dom's warmth and he found himself immediately trembling with the effort to remain unmoving. His head bowed with the heat, their hands squeezing together for entirely different reasons. Eventually, Matt couldn't take it anymore and he had to move, pushing in deeper and telling Dominic to relax so it could get better.
Dominic focused on his breathing, his inhales and his exhales, the sparks of colour that each inward and outward thrust of Matt's hips caused. He was losing track of time, the seconds and the minutes slipping away into a painful eternity, until eventually, a white fire fogged his view and Matt's hips tapped something inside of him that brought an earth shattering shift in feeling. He came alive with a vengeance, wrapping his legs tightly around Matt's waist and surprising the blue eyes boy with the force of his participation.
"Harder, faster, deeper," Dominic growled.
A volcanic eruption occurred in Matthew's veins, and his hips snapped with alarming force as he drove himself deep into the welcoming body beneath him. The clenching of Dominic's muscles on each outward thrust made his head spin, and his rhythm became fast and furious. From far away he heard the sound of his voice, crying out in the sheer agony of his pleasure, his skin crawling and his lips beginning to tremble as Dominic threw his head back to let out a frighteningly pornographic moan. He was beginning to feel trapped under the weight of his desire, and his brain snapped, focusing now only on completing his orgasm in time with Dominic's.
All Dominic was aware of was that he had never felt as full in his life. He felt stretched and completed, and he was aware that his body was convulsing. The skin of their bodies was burning, and his head thrashed on the distorted pillows to cool his feverish flesh. He brought one hand to fist in Matthew's soaked hair, the other grasping urgently at his throbbing cock and working the pre-come along the flesh, making his hand glide over his head easily.
Tears burned at the corners of Matt's eyes, the burn of his orgasm coming from the very tips of his toes and climbing through his legs and into his thighs. He felt them quiver, convulsing at a rapid fire pace and he choked out the words "Gonn - gonna - go- come - " before the shaking made its way to his biceps and down his arms as his hips snapped frantically into Dominic's lithe body.
Dominic heard Matthew's words distantly, nodding quickly and crying out "uh-huh" and "uuunnggg - YES!" before arching his back and writhing helplessly beneath him, and in that instant, before his eyes fogged with tears, Matthew was sure he had never seen anything so beautiful.
He came with a scream, the tears spilling over just as Dominic did onto his chest. The force of his orgasm was painful, his hips slamming unapologetically into Dominic, and Dom's own cries became a symphony he was sure was carved in gold in his mind. They rode out their orgasm together, his tears mingling with the white come on Dominic's chest and, as his trembling body collapsed onto Dominic's surprisingly still one, he wept in relief at feeling so satisfied.
He had never experienced an orgasm so intense, had never felt as though he had be shot through with metal and his arms brought themselves limply to clutch Dominic.
"Don't pull out yet, please," Dominic's exhausted whisper said.
Matthew simply nodded, physically unable to say a word.
They rested in silence and neither of them knew how long they stayed like that. All that really mattered was that the feeling remained, and they had realized that the sun was peeking through the windows, the affect of the drug having worn off long ago. Matthew was unsure if the force of his orgasm had been the last remains of the drugs, or something specific to them. He didn't mind though. Dominic held him close, stroking the hair that stuck to his forehead, and assuring him that he was more than eager to try again to find out.