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lalalive23Title: The Long Surrender
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lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Fluff and sadness
Summary: AU. Matt moved to Spain immediately after his lover left him to continue his work on the Spanish guitar. When Dom takes a holiday with his new fiancee, his world gets turned upside down and nothing is ever the same again.
Feedback: Not gonna lie, I'm a feedback whore. I get the shakes without 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: It's been a fabulous day for team TLS. Those of you who follow me on twitter know that I am now a good deal of the way through my thesis, which has been the main reason this hasn't updated in over a month. I recently lost 9 pages of work and I had a mental breakdown. That really scared me into action, so it's been thesis time and school time, never fic time. BUT SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENED TODAY.sunshine_173 and I finally sat down and had a proper writing party. My plot penguin, I have missed her soooo much. **Also: the TLS Interview Post is still open for questions. OTHER THAN THAT, ENJOY THIS OK BECAUSE I LOVE ALL YOU!!! <333 Idk why I shouted that. I just wanted you to feel the force of my love xD **Thanks to dolce_piccante , millionstar , and sunshine_173 for being cheerleaders, bit readers, plot doctors, and the most epic ladies ever. Also, welcome kaosspad to the TLS team <3 Her efforts at helping me find the appropriate music for this chapter were welcomed and appreciated beyond belief <333
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14A Chapter 14B Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Matthew sat quietly on his bed, chopsticks poised delicately between his fingers as he watched Dominic typing fervently on his laptop. On the windy Saturday at the end of September, they had decided on a lunch of Chinese takeaway as they worked through the coding of Matthew's new website. Dominic had kindly offered to write the code, stating that he had taken several web design classes while at uni, his own way of expressing his creativity as his parents paid his way towards a corporate death - at least, that's how he had thought of it all those years ago. Now in the comfort of his bedroom, Matthew got to watch the blonde create numbers, letters and symbols, writing in a language Matthew hardly understood but admired completely.
They had fallen into an easy routine, meeting on the weekends and occasional evenings, alternating between either flat to set the scene. Truth be told, Matthew preferred to have Dominic in his flat, preferred to see the blonde relaxing over the sheets of his bed. He looked as though he belonged there, fitting in perfectly against the backdrop of the red satin. At risk of sounding possessive or clingy, he had admitted to Vida just a few days before that he loved the way his sheets smelled after Dom had rested upon them, the clean smell of laundry detergent, and what could only be described as gold, making the sheets more comfortable to sleep in. The hours after Dominic left his apartment made Matthew feel terribly lonely, his body missing Dominic before he had even made his way completely down the stairs to the street. He had been like this before, using words like 'smitten' and 'infatuated' to avoid the terms that were riddled with heavier meanings but completely true, and to be there again so soon made him feel like an overeager school boy. Though, if Dominic had ever asked him, he would never admit it so soon.
From the corner of his eye he watched as the blonde smiled and worked his way through the world of HTML. Beside him, his egg rolls sat completely forgotten, his chopsticks resting untouched atop his container of rice. He knew he should speak, tell Dominic that he should take a break, that the website could wait - it could, and eventually he would open his mouth. But his reasons for remaining silent were entirely selfish. It was a rare occasion to find Dominic so engrossed in one activity. Matthew had never been gifted with the opportunity to see Dominic work, though Dominic had been watching him from the start. The shift in voyeurism was welcome and had only happened once before when he had caught the blonde cooking dinner, a secret passion he didn't know Dominic had. What captivated him the most was his hands, the way they chopped vegetables quickly, twirled wooden spoons between the fingers, those same fingers that were typing diligently against the keyboard. He was content to simply watch the blonde, Dominic himself being a vision from Matthew's erotic dreams. The fact that he got to touch him was merely an undeserved reward.
"I can see to staring at me, you know," Dominic said calmly, not bothering to look up from the screen.
Matthew looked back at his food as he chuckled, blushing slightly as he shifted some noodles around. "Does it bother you?"
"No, not at all." Dominic smiled brightly, almost overpowering his computer screen with its shine. "Though it makes me wonder what exactly you're thinking."
Dominic's soft chuckle drifted to Matthew's ears as he thought about how to respond. He knew he would respond truthfully, taking the pains cover up what was obvious would be entirely ridiculous, but the words he chose were what mattered the most. Bringing his eyes to where Dominic's should have been if they were not hidden behind his computer screen, he spoke softly and clearly. "I'm thinking about touching you."
The reaction was instantaneous, Dominic's hand coming to tip the screen low as he stared wide eyed and open mouthed at Matthew. "What?" The word was carried on an exhale and Matthew marveled at its timbre.
Not allowing himself to look away from Dominic's stare, Matthew took the opportunity to continue through the blonde's silence. "It's true though," he said softly. "It's like...having you here, on my bed...if I wanted to reach out and touch you, I could. I love that."
Shifting on the bed as Dominic set the computer aside, he lifted up his container of rice as his foot came to stroke along Matthew's shin. "So why don't you then?" he giggled.
"I didn't want to interrupt you," Matthew laughed, honestly.
"I wouldn't have looked at it as an interruption, though. I like it when you touch me," Dominic whispered softly.
Matthew slid himself closer to Dominic, his feet pressing into the mattress as he pushed his bum to the right and back to rest against his headboard. Leaning back against the wood, he placed his lo mein between his legs as he studied Dominic's features. The angle at which he sat meant that he was directly at eye line with the blonde, the grey eyes peering at him with matched curiosity. In the dim lighting, the irises almost looked like a dull blue, morphing and changing shade with his mood. The smooth line down his nose and sharp line of his brow were positively majestic, everything about the man completely bewitching. Nibbling his lip, he nervously looked down to Dominic's neck to study the tendons he found.
"It feels so...intense...when you do this," Dominic whispered.
The statement made Matthew bring his eyes back up to Dominic's face. "Do what?"
"Look at me like this," he clarified. "Julia never did this. No one ever has, really. No one has ever looked at me like..." His sentence drifted away into thin air.
"Like what?" Matthew whispered as he brought his lips to a random spot on Dominic's neck. He knew he was addicted to the flavor of Dominic's skin, though he couldn't describe it to anyone if he tried. It was something that could not be explained, only experienced, and he found he was never in the mood to share. Sucking contently, he waited patiently for Dominic to finish his thought.
"Like," Dominic exhaled. "Like I'm beautiful."
Pulling back, Matthew studied Dominic's face and took note of the changes there. The parted lips closed slightly as his brow furrowed, reeling from the loss of the contact immediately after Matthew's tongue had left his skin. His closed eyes opened as he turned to face Matthew, silently asking why he stopped, if he could have more, feeling out the lines he thought about crossing. All of these things registered on the blonde's face as if his features were an open book waiting to be read. So open, so trusting, and so, much to Matthew's surprise, needy.
From the center of the brunet's chest down to the apex of his thighs, he felt the familiar warmth of erotic desire ignite within his veins. Before him sat a magnificent creature, a creature all his own, waiting to be pleasured at the touch of Matthew's experienced fingers. As much as he would like to talk about his desires with the blonde before he acted on them, he felt that practice was far better than theory.
"Dominic," his lips nipping at the blonde's ear lobe. "Can I touch you?"
With a shaking inhale of breath, Dominic nodded. "I just told you,' he sighed. "Yes."
Matthew chuckled darkly. "No, I don't think you did." Bringing his right hand to twine its digits into Dominic's hand, he shifted as he brought his left to Dominic's groin, resting his palm over the half-hardness he found. "Can I touch you?"
Upon instinct, Matthew applied pressure to Dominic's cock through the blonde's soft jeans. As he cupped Dominic, something inside him woke, something that fed on sexual energy and had been resting dormant inside him for months. The simple feeling of Dominic hardening beneath him made him flush with longing, the weight of the feeling and the heat of it consuming him from the inside out.
He was thankful that Dominic did not try his patience for long, his hips bucking into Matthew's hand upon instinct. Dominic gripped Matthew's hand tightly, a hiss of breath inhaled through clenched teeth the first noise in the room to break the heavy silence. Eventually, Dominic nodded against Matthew's cheek, forcing a wicked smile to spread across the brunets face.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Matthew whispered.
"You just started, for fuck's sake," Dominic moaned as Matthew began to stoke him through the fabric.
"I meant if it gets uncomfortable," Matthew chuckled.
Testing Dominic's boundaries, Matthew slid his hand from Dominic's fully erect cock to the button and zip of his jeans, a light mewl leaving the blonde's parted lips. He worked them between his fingers, undoing them with an expertise he hadn't used since his days with Evan. Not wanting to completely leave Dominic, or himself, really, without contact, he returned his lips to Dominic's neck, licking the tendon he found before nipping it with his teeth. Slowly, he brought his hand beneath Dominic's boxers, teasing the patch of hair he found with his nails.
"Oh, fuck me," Dominic hissed. "Fuck."
The reaction made Matthew giggle darkly, pulling back only momentarily to speak. "Not yet," he whispered as his hand closed around Dominic's cock.
Dominic cried out with astounding volume, his hips frantically shifting from side to side in the effort to drag his jeans further down his hips. He released Dominic briefly, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick his palm, slicking himself with saliva in order to ease the friction. The hand that had been enclosed in Dom's was released as Dominic gripped the bed in preparation, his hands fisting in the sheets. Matthew paused to mentally photograph the image before him, the blonde resting with his head against his pillows, shirt raised up to reveal a smooth expanse of stomach, jeans and boxers pushed down to the middle of his thighs. Eyes closed and hair strewn with wild abandon, he was the picture definition of lust and Matthew allowed himself the privilege of feeling possessive, if only for a moment.
Returning his hand to Dominic's cock, he traced the veins he found as he studied the contours of Dominic's erection. Tremors passed through Dominic's body as he did so, and Matthew smiled as he watched the muscles beneath his skin shiver at the action. Bringing one hand to cradle Dominic's balls, he brought the other to fist thick handfuls of blonde hair, smirking as he watched Dominic open his eyes slightly, unfocused and bleary at the stimulation.
If the image before him was something to marvel at, it was the symphony of noises that filled the room which made Matthew positively ache with want. Without fail, the blonde would release high pitched whines when Matthew removed his fingers for more than a second; loud moans would tremble within his throat as he pumped him quickly and with deft fingers. But, in the actions of learning Dominic's body, he found his favourite sound was the pure, animalistic growl the blonde released when Matthew's long middle finger gently ran along Dominic's perineum, the lithe body beneath him shivering violently as his back arched, eyes clenching shut as the growl morphed into a moan verging on a scream.
"I want you," Matthew whispered after some time. "I want you to fuck my fist."
He did not have to ask twice, Dominic's hips coming to thrusts between his hand almost immediately after the words left his mouth.
"Look at you," Matthew whispered, nipping gently at Dominic's cheek. He listened quietly to Dominic's panted breaths, closing his eyes momentarily to revel in the sensation of Dominic sliding between his grip. "Stunning."
The only response he was given was a sharp cry from Dominic, the blonde's head coming off the pillow before pressing back into the bed.
"Are you going to come, Dominic?" Matthew asked gently.
"Mm-" Dominic tried answer, only to stop himself to let out an exhale. "Mmhmm, unngg."
Matthew laughed, impishly. "You are positively unintelligible. Who knew you wanted me to touch you so badly. You really should speak up more, Dominic. Let me know what you want. I want you to tell me, tell me exactly what you want."
"I want-" Dominic choked out.
"Oh! You're going to tell me now? Let's hear it," Matthew whispered into Dominic's ear before sucking on the lobe.
"Come," Dominic gasped. "Want to come."
"Come for me, Dominic. I want to watch you come."
As noisy as the road to his orgasm had been, Dominic's climax was a quiet affair, his lips parted only slightly as he gasped and swallowed what air he could. Matthew was first drawn to the sight of Dominic's thighs, how they clenched and unclenched rapidly from the force of his pleasure. It was the curl of Dominic's toes that fascinated him next, how the heels raised just centimeters off ht bed, but in the world of sex and desire, those centimeters were the height of mountains. He spilled into Matthew's hand, the white of his release marring the golden skin Matthew admired so deeply, and almost immediately Matthew wanted to taste the natural essence of the man beneath him.
Watching intently as he milked all he could from Dominic, he couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that he was the one who caused this, that it was his first time touching him so intimately, and that he had heard Dominic vocalize in ways he had never thought possible.
Dominic panted desperately in the wake of his orgasm, his face looking through the window to his left, eyes vacant with a small smile on his face. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through him, and Matthew took the opportunity to scoop what he could of Dominic's come onto his fingers to lick the digits clean. He sucked diligently, smiling at the salt of Dominic's flavor, eyes closed as he burned every nuance of the taste into his memory. As he expected, Dominic was unnaturally delicious.
"Did you just...?" he heard Dominic whispers.
Licking his lips clean, he brought his eyes to the blonde, who had fallen to rest completely on the pillows from the force of his extraordinary thrusts.
"Yes, I did," Matthew said simply, looking down at Dominic. "Does it gross you out?"
"No," he said honestly, shaking his head slowly. "It's just...it's a lot to get used to, I guess."
"Did you...enjoy it? The whole...thing I mean?" Matthew asked quietly, his natural insecurity getting the best of him.
"Uhm, hello? Were you not just present for that?" Dominic laughed. "Of course I liked it. I bloody well loved it."
"Even though it was from a man?"
Dominic turned onto his side at this, tugging on Matthew's shirt to bring the brunet down to the bed with him. Matthew used his legs to guide the chinese food down his bed, though he hardly cared if it spilled or not. Resting on his pillows, he faced Dominic, their legs tangling together naturally.
"Saying that it was from a man means I would need to remove myself from this and look at what just happened in basic terms," Dominic explained. "A bloke gave another bloke a hand job, thus making the second bloke have an orgasm. When you put it in those terms, it's scientific, mathematical and strange and, yeah, not exactly hot."
Matthew released a small chuckle at Dominic's words.
"But it was you. You touched me and seemed to know exactly what buttons to push. You touched me the way you look at me, like you were learning me, and marveling at my body. It was intense and beautiful. And the fact that it was you, paired with how you made me feel, is everything to me."
It touched Matthew, the way Dominic bypassed the physical activity of what had just happened and got straight to the feeling of it all, in a way that he was completely unprepared for. He had wanted to pleasure Dominic, make him feel good and desired, but he had achieved so much more. Having been apart from another person for so long, neither touching nor simply lying next to, he had forgotten what it felt like to achieve such intimacy between two people. Knowing that he had done this to Dominic made him feel equally as cherished.
"It's been so long," he whispered, "since I've been with another person. Not just...with them, sexually, but just with them. I'd forgotten how good it feels to have someone next to you." Slowly, he brought his hands to Dominic's, fingers playing with the knuckles of the other man. "I've always loved that feeling," he continued. "That feeling of another person beneath you, their sweat and the texture of their skin. But even beside you while you sleep. I've always felt like...once I've been with someone long enough...it's like there's a tether between us. I can feel them and it just...pulls me to them. It's the feeling of just being connected to them. I've missed that."
He pushed himself loser to Dominic's body as the blonde smiled in the aftermath of his words.
In a moment of content confidence, Matthew leaned into Dominic as he gently pressed their noses together.
"Can I kiss you?" Matthew whispered.
"So polite today," Dominic chuckled as he brought his lips to Matthew's. Chastely, their lips touched, Matthew smiling against the softness of Dominic's mouth. "I fucking love your mouth," the blonde whispered when their lips parted.
"I'll use it more often," Matthew panted before pressing his lips against Dominic's mouth once more. Using his tongue to trace along the pouting bottom lip he adored, Dominic granted him entrance and for the first time in what felt like eternity, their tongues were reunited.
The slowness of their relationship, the small, tentative first steps, meant that kissing had been the only thing on the menu for weeks. Now an expert in the details of Dominic's mouth, Matthew immediately pressed his tongue along the back corner that made Dominic moan a long 'mmm' before releasing one of his hands to gently stroke the still bare skin of Dominic's strong back.
They parted, foreheads resting together in their content silence. Eventually, Dominic found the urge to speak.
"How does it feel with me?" Dominic asked. "You know...the tether thing?"
Matthew blushed then, not expecting that question. "I mean...I miss you before you're gone...is the easiest way for me to respond to that. I just....I miss you before you've even left and that scares me."
Dominic nodded, his eyes resting somewhere along Matthew's chest.
"I should ask you the same thing," Matthew whispered, his fingers making idle patterns along Dominic's spine.
Dominic did not shift under his gaze, his only action being the return of his eyes to Matthew's as he spoke."It's just....natural," he whispered. "Being with you...it's natural."
Author:
lalalive23 Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Fluff and sadness
Summary: AU. Matt moved to Spain immediately after his lover left him to continue his work on the Spanish guitar. When Dom takes a holiday with his new fiancee, his world gets turned upside down and nothing is ever the same again.
Feedback: Not gonna lie, I'm a feedback whore. I get the shakes without 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: It's been a fabulous day for team TLS. Those of you who follow me on twitter know that I am now a good deal of the way through my thesis, which has been the main reason this hasn't updated in over a month. I recently lost 9 pages of work and I had a mental breakdown. That really scared me into action, so it's been thesis time and school time, never fic time. BUT SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENED TODAY.
sunshine_173 and I finally sat down and had a proper writing party. My plot penguin, I have missed her soooo much. **Also: the TLS Interview Post is still open for questions. OTHER THAN THAT, ENJOY THIS OK BECAUSE I LOVE ALL YOU!!! <333 Idk why I shouted that. I just wanted you to feel the force of my love xD **Thanks to dolce_piccante , millionstar , and sunshine_173 for being cheerleaders, bit readers, plot doctors, and the most epic ladies ever. Also, welcome kaosspad to the TLS team <3 Her efforts at helping me find the appropriate music for this chapter were welcomed and appreciated beyond belief <333Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14A Chapter 14B Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Matthew sat quietly on his bed, chopsticks poised delicately between his fingers as he watched Dominic typing fervently on his laptop. On the windy Saturday at the end of September, they had decided on a lunch of Chinese takeaway as they worked through the coding of Matthew's new website. Dominic had kindly offered to write the code, stating that he had taken several web design classes while at uni, his own way of expressing his creativity as his parents paid his way towards a corporate death - at least, that's how he had thought of it all those years ago. Now in the comfort of his bedroom, Matthew got to watch the blonde create numbers, letters and symbols, writing in a language Matthew hardly understood but admired completely.
They had fallen into an easy routine, meeting on the weekends and occasional evenings, alternating between either flat to set the scene. Truth be told, Matthew preferred to have Dominic in his flat, preferred to see the blonde relaxing over the sheets of his bed. He looked as though he belonged there, fitting in perfectly against the backdrop of the red satin. At risk of sounding possessive or clingy, he had admitted to Vida just a few days before that he loved the way his sheets smelled after Dom had rested upon them, the clean smell of laundry detergent, and what could only be described as gold, making the sheets more comfortable to sleep in. The hours after Dominic left his apartment made Matthew feel terribly lonely, his body missing Dominic before he had even made his way completely down the stairs to the street. He had been like this before, using words like 'smitten' and 'infatuated' to avoid the terms that were riddled with heavier meanings but completely true, and to be there again so soon made him feel like an overeager school boy. Though, if Dominic had ever asked him, he would never admit it so soon.
From the corner of his eye he watched as the blonde smiled and worked his way through the world of HTML. Beside him, his egg rolls sat completely forgotten, his chopsticks resting untouched atop his container of rice. He knew he should speak, tell Dominic that he should take a break, that the website could wait - it could, and eventually he would open his mouth. But his reasons for remaining silent were entirely selfish. It was a rare occasion to find Dominic so engrossed in one activity. Matthew had never been gifted with the opportunity to see Dominic work, though Dominic had been watching him from the start. The shift in voyeurism was welcome and had only happened once before when he had caught the blonde cooking dinner, a secret passion he didn't know Dominic had. What captivated him the most was his hands, the way they chopped vegetables quickly, twirled wooden spoons between the fingers, those same fingers that were typing diligently against the keyboard. He was content to simply watch the blonde, Dominic himself being a vision from Matthew's erotic dreams. The fact that he got to touch him was merely an undeserved reward.
"I can see to staring at me, you know," Dominic said calmly, not bothering to look up from the screen.
Matthew looked back at his food as he chuckled, blushing slightly as he shifted some noodles around. "Does it bother you?"
"No, not at all." Dominic smiled brightly, almost overpowering his computer screen with its shine. "Though it makes me wonder what exactly you're thinking."
Dominic's soft chuckle drifted to Matthew's ears as he thought about how to respond. He knew he would respond truthfully, taking the pains cover up what was obvious would be entirely ridiculous, but the words he chose were what mattered the most. Bringing his eyes to where Dominic's should have been if they were not hidden behind his computer screen, he spoke softly and clearly. "I'm thinking about touching you."
The reaction was instantaneous, Dominic's hand coming to tip the screen low as he stared wide eyed and open mouthed at Matthew. "What?" The word was carried on an exhale and Matthew marveled at its timbre.
Not allowing himself to look away from Dominic's stare, Matthew took the opportunity to continue through the blonde's silence. "It's true though," he said softly. "It's like...having you here, on my bed...if I wanted to reach out and touch you, I could. I love that."
Shifting on the bed as Dominic set the computer aside, he lifted up his container of rice as his foot came to stroke along Matthew's shin. "So why don't you then?" he giggled.
"I didn't want to interrupt you," Matthew laughed, honestly.
"I wouldn't have looked at it as an interruption, though. I like it when you touch me," Dominic whispered softly.
Matthew slid himself closer to Dominic, his feet pressing into the mattress as he pushed his bum to the right and back to rest against his headboard. Leaning back against the wood, he placed his lo mein between his legs as he studied Dominic's features. The angle at which he sat meant that he was directly at eye line with the blonde, the grey eyes peering at him with matched curiosity. In the dim lighting, the irises almost looked like a dull blue, morphing and changing shade with his mood. The smooth line down his nose and sharp line of his brow were positively majestic, everything about the man completely bewitching. Nibbling his lip, he nervously looked down to Dominic's neck to study the tendons he found.
"It feels so...intense...when you do this," Dominic whispered.
The statement made Matthew bring his eyes back up to Dominic's face. "Do what?"
"Look at me like this," he clarified. "Julia never did this. No one ever has, really. No one has ever looked at me like..." His sentence drifted away into thin air.
"Like what?" Matthew whispered as he brought his lips to a random spot on Dominic's neck. He knew he was addicted to the flavor of Dominic's skin, though he couldn't describe it to anyone if he tried. It was something that could not be explained, only experienced, and he found he was never in the mood to share. Sucking contently, he waited patiently for Dominic to finish his thought.
"Like," Dominic exhaled. "Like I'm beautiful."
Pulling back, Matthew studied Dominic's face and took note of the changes there. The parted lips closed slightly as his brow furrowed, reeling from the loss of the contact immediately after Matthew's tongue had left his skin. His closed eyes opened as he turned to face Matthew, silently asking why he stopped, if he could have more, feeling out the lines he thought about crossing. All of these things registered on the blonde's face as if his features were an open book waiting to be read. So open, so trusting, and so, much to Matthew's surprise, needy.
From the center of the brunet's chest down to the apex of his thighs, he felt the familiar warmth of erotic desire ignite within his veins. Before him sat a magnificent creature, a creature all his own, waiting to be pleasured at the touch of Matthew's experienced fingers. As much as he would like to talk about his desires with the blonde before he acted on them, he felt that practice was far better than theory.
"Dominic," his lips nipping at the blonde's ear lobe. "Can I touch you?"
With a shaking inhale of breath, Dominic nodded. "I just told you,' he sighed. "Yes."
Matthew chuckled darkly. "No, I don't think you did." Bringing his right hand to twine its digits into Dominic's hand, he shifted as he brought his left to Dominic's groin, resting his palm over the half-hardness he found. "Can I touch you?"
Upon instinct, Matthew applied pressure to Dominic's cock through the blonde's soft jeans. As he cupped Dominic, something inside him woke, something that fed on sexual energy and had been resting dormant inside him for months. The simple feeling of Dominic hardening beneath him made him flush with longing, the weight of the feeling and the heat of it consuming him from the inside out.
He was thankful that Dominic did not try his patience for long, his hips bucking into Matthew's hand upon instinct. Dominic gripped Matthew's hand tightly, a hiss of breath inhaled through clenched teeth the first noise in the room to break the heavy silence. Eventually, Dominic nodded against Matthew's cheek, forcing a wicked smile to spread across the brunets face.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Matthew whispered.
"You just started, for fuck's sake," Dominic moaned as Matthew began to stoke him through the fabric.
"I meant if it gets uncomfortable," Matthew chuckled.
Testing Dominic's boundaries, Matthew slid his hand from Dominic's fully erect cock to the button and zip of his jeans, a light mewl leaving the blonde's parted lips. He worked them between his fingers, undoing them with an expertise he hadn't used since his days with Evan. Not wanting to completely leave Dominic, or himself, really, without contact, he returned his lips to Dominic's neck, licking the tendon he found before nipping it with his teeth. Slowly, he brought his hand beneath Dominic's boxers, teasing the patch of hair he found with his nails.
"Oh, fuck me," Dominic hissed. "Fuck."
The reaction made Matthew giggle darkly, pulling back only momentarily to speak. "Not yet," he whispered as his hand closed around Dominic's cock.
Dominic cried out with astounding volume, his hips frantically shifting from side to side in the effort to drag his jeans further down his hips. He released Dominic briefly, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick his palm, slicking himself with saliva in order to ease the friction. The hand that had been enclosed in Dom's was released as Dominic gripped the bed in preparation, his hands fisting in the sheets. Matthew paused to mentally photograph the image before him, the blonde resting with his head against his pillows, shirt raised up to reveal a smooth expanse of stomach, jeans and boxers pushed down to the middle of his thighs. Eyes closed and hair strewn with wild abandon, he was the picture definition of lust and Matthew allowed himself the privilege of feeling possessive, if only for a moment.
Returning his hand to Dominic's cock, he traced the veins he found as he studied the contours of Dominic's erection. Tremors passed through Dominic's body as he did so, and Matthew smiled as he watched the muscles beneath his skin shiver at the action. Bringing one hand to cradle Dominic's balls, he brought the other to fist thick handfuls of blonde hair, smirking as he watched Dominic open his eyes slightly, unfocused and bleary at the stimulation.
If the image before him was something to marvel at, it was the symphony of noises that filled the room which made Matthew positively ache with want. Without fail, the blonde would release high pitched whines when Matthew removed his fingers for more than a second; loud moans would tremble within his throat as he pumped him quickly and with deft fingers. But, in the actions of learning Dominic's body, he found his favourite sound was the pure, animalistic growl the blonde released when Matthew's long middle finger gently ran along Dominic's perineum, the lithe body beneath him shivering violently as his back arched, eyes clenching shut as the growl morphed into a moan verging on a scream.
"I want you," Matthew whispered after some time. "I want you to fuck my fist."
He did not have to ask twice, Dominic's hips coming to thrusts between his hand almost immediately after the words left his mouth.
"Look at you," Matthew whispered, nipping gently at Dominic's cheek. He listened quietly to Dominic's panted breaths, closing his eyes momentarily to revel in the sensation of Dominic sliding between his grip. "Stunning."
The only response he was given was a sharp cry from Dominic, the blonde's head coming off the pillow before pressing back into the bed.
"Are you going to come, Dominic?" Matthew asked gently.
"Mm-" Dominic tried answer, only to stop himself to let out an exhale. "Mmhmm, unngg."
Matthew laughed, impishly. "You are positively unintelligible. Who knew you wanted me to touch you so badly. You really should speak up more, Dominic. Let me know what you want. I want you to tell me, tell me exactly what you want."
"I want-" Dominic choked out.
"Oh! You're going to tell me now? Let's hear it," Matthew whispered into Dominic's ear before sucking on the lobe.
"Come," Dominic gasped. "Want to come."
"Come for me, Dominic. I want to watch you come."
As noisy as the road to his orgasm had been, Dominic's climax was a quiet affair, his lips parted only slightly as he gasped and swallowed what air he could. Matthew was first drawn to the sight of Dominic's thighs, how they clenched and unclenched rapidly from the force of his pleasure. It was the curl of Dominic's toes that fascinated him next, how the heels raised just centimeters off ht bed, but in the world of sex and desire, those centimeters were the height of mountains. He spilled into Matthew's hand, the white of his release marring the golden skin Matthew admired so deeply, and almost immediately Matthew wanted to taste the natural essence of the man beneath him.
Watching intently as he milked all he could from Dominic, he couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that he was the one who caused this, that it was his first time touching him so intimately, and that he had heard Dominic vocalize in ways he had never thought possible.
Dominic panted desperately in the wake of his orgasm, his face looking through the window to his left, eyes vacant with a small smile on his face. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through him, and Matthew took the opportunity to scoop what he could of Dominic's come onto his fingers to lick the digits clean. He sucked diligently, smiling at the salt of Dominic's flavor, eyes closed as he burned every nuance of the taste into his memory. As he expected, Dominic was unnaturally delicious.
"Did you just...?" he heard Dominic whispers.
Licking his lips clean, he brought his eyes to the blonde, who had fallen to rest completely on the pillows from the force of his extraordinary thrusts.
"Yes, I did," Matthew said simply, looking down at Dominic. "Does it gross you out?"
"No," he said honestly, shaking his head slowly. "It's just...it's a lot to get used to, I guess."
"Did you...enjoy it? The whole...thing I mean?" Matthew asked quietly, his natural insecurity getting the best of him.
"Uhm, hello? Were you not just present for that?" Dominic laughed. "Of course I liked it. I bloody well loved it."
"Even though it was from a man?"
Dominic turned onto his side at this, tugging on Matthew's shirt to bring the brunet down to the bed with him. Matthew used his legs to guide the chinese food down his bed, though he hardly cared if it spilled or not. Resting on his pillows, he faced Dominic, their legs tangling together naturally.
"Saying that it was from a man means I would need to remove myself from this and look at what just happened in basic terms," Dominic explained. "A bloke gave another bloke a hand job, thus making the second bloke have an orgasm. When you put it in those terms, it's scientific, mathematical and strange and, yeah, not exactly hot."
Matthew released a small chuckle at Dominic's words.
"But it was you. You touched me and seemed to know exactly what buttons to push. You touched me the way you look at me, like you were learning me, and marveling at my body. It was intense and beautiful. And the fact that it was you, paired with how you made me feel, is everything to me."
It touched Matthew, the way Dominic bypassed the physical activity of what had just happened and got straight to the feeling of it all, in a way that he was completely unprepared for. He had wanted to pleasure Dominic, make him feel good and desired, but he had achieved so much more. Having been apart from another person for so long, neither touching nor simply lying next to, he had forgotten what it felt like to achieve such intimacy between two people. Knowing that he had done this to Dominic made him feel equally as cherished.
"It's been so long," he whispered, "since I've been with another person. Not just...with them, sexually, but just with them. I'd forgotten how good it feels to have someone next to you." Slowly, he brought his hands to Dominic's, fingers playing with the knuckles of the other man. "I've always loved that feeling," he continued. "That feeling of another person beneath you, their sweat and the texture of their skin. But even beside you while you sleep. I've always felt like...once I've been with someone long enough...it's like there's a tether between us. I can feel them and it just...pulls me to them. It's the feeling of just being connected to them. I've missed that."
He pushed himself loser to Dominic's body as the blonde smiled in the aftermath of his words.
In a moment of content confidence, Matthew leaned into Dominic as he gently pressed their noses together.
"Can I kiss you?" Matthew whispered.
"So polite today," Dominic chuckled as he brought his lips to Matthew's. Chastely, their lips touched, Matthew smiling against the softness of Dominic's mouth. "I fucking love your mouth," the blonde whispered when their lips parted.
"I'll use it more often," Matthew panted before pressing his lips against Dominic's mouth once more. Using his tongue to trace along the pouting bottom lip he adored, Dominic granted him entrance and for the first time in what felt like eternity, their tongues were reunited.
The slowness of their relationship, the small, tentative first steps, meant that kissing had been the only thing on the menu for weeks. Now an expert in the details of Dominic's mouth, Matthew immediately pressed his tongue along the back corner that made Dominic moan a long 'mmm' before releasing one of his hands to gently stroke the still bare skin of Dominic's strong back.
They parted, foreheads resting together in their content silence. Eventually, Dominic found the urge to speak.
"How does it feel with me?" Dominic asked. "You know...the tether thing?"
Matthew blushed then, not expecting that question. "I mean...I miss you before you're gone...is the easiest way for me to respond to that. I just....I miss you before you've even left and that scares me."
Dominic nodded, his eyes resting somewhere along Matthew's chest.
"I should ask you the same thing," Matthew whispered, his fingers making idle patterns along Dominic's spine.
Dominic did not shift under his gaze, his only action being the return of his eyes to Matthew's as he spoke."It's just....natural," he whispered. "Being with you...it's natural."