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Little Red Corvette: 2/2
Title: Little Red Corvette
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lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sarcasm and sexual content
Summary: London, 1984. Matt meets Dominic in a dingy night club after weeks of watching him intently. Dominic is sexually insatiable, drives a corvette, and thrives on pleasure. Essentially pwp, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Feedback: It's my Kubrick, it's my Jesus
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. Something went horribly wrong in my life, I know. I'm still trying to figure it out.
Note: It's finished! Clearly, I had a ball writing this. I mean. It's Prince. How could I not? But really, I never seem to allow myself the opportunity to be witty so I kind of took this and ran with it. Thanks todolce_piccante for looking some of this over <3 Love her face <3 I want to dedicate this whole thing to millionstar . She's my Prince soul sister and she really encouraged me to have fun with this. To all my readers, commenters, lurkers I LOVE YOU! Enjoy :D
Part 1
"Suck me, Matt. I want you to suck me."
Well, shit, I want to suck you too but that would require proper brain function. If you think I'm being cheeky, let me break down this image for you. He's got his eyes closed and he's panting like he just ran a marathon. His hands keep kneading my arse cheeks, like they want to rip off my trouser pockets, which, if I'm being honest, I wouldn't mind if he did. If he ripped the clothes right off of me, I wouldn't actually mind because he's so hot, he's fucking burning them off. I already mentioned the swollen lips, but fuck it, I want you to think of them again. I don't get to run away from the image and neither do you. They're also wet.
They're fucking glistening.
Have you thought of any of the above image? You should be dead by now, I should be dead by now. I deserve a fucking nobel prize for surviving this physical onslaught.
He doesn't even wait for my answer anymore, he probably thinks I'm a bit dim, and he just walks backward to his bed while undoing his belt.
I'm dying. This is what dying feels like.
He isn't wearing any boxers and he stands by the edge of his bed like a proud lion when he sees me eying the trail of hair that leads to his groin. Those. Fucking. Hips. I can see his hip bones, and I want to lick them, suck them, fuck myself against them. Tugging his jeans down his hips, he's been smiling the whole time and I swear if he looks at me like this one more time, I'm going to get on my hands and knees and pray for salvation because this man is the fucking devil.
But I'm stupid and I like sinning, so I walk forward and stand there like the dumb fuck I am. He seems to know what he wants, so why not just make him get it himself? He puts his hands on my shoulders and tugs my braces down to my hips, utterly pleased with himself because I let him do this. It's at the point know where I don't give a fuck what he does to me as long as he does something. Anything. I'm pretty sure I could come just from the sight of him, but I don't want to try because it looks like he expects me to last.
He sits on the bed and leans back on his elbows, cock just waiting for my mouth to be on it.
I'm telling you, this is a legitimate crossroads. Yeah, I want to suck him. I want him so far down my throat it makes his head spin and cuts off my breathing. But I also want to look at him. If my head is between his legs, that gives me a fairly restricted view. But I can see a bit of precome shining on his tip and my tongue is fucking aching to taste it and, I don't know when, but somehow I got on my knees and his thighs are so smooth I could cry.
There really isn't a point to saying anything before I do this, is there? I haven't said much the whole night, so I'm not going to ruin the atmosphere by opening my mouth again. His cock is fucking magnificent, just like his car and just like his entire fucking being.
Happy birthday, Bellamy.
My lips wrap around him and I deliver the first suck. His dick is throbbing against my tongue and his skin tastes so good I'm pretty sure his come is going to taste like ambrosia. I don't need to base this on scientific fact, I can assure you I'm more than eager to test the hypothesis.
Let me take a second here to inform you that the last time I gave a blowjob was when I was 17 and I was visiting my brother at uni. His roommate was a...generous type, and thought that offering me the chance to become sexually experienced meant he was a good samaritan, or that he had secured himself a place in heaven. Who the fuck knows. What matters here is that it was a traumatizing experience and that I have every reason to panic because I have the dick of a god in my mouth and I can hardly remember what to even do with it.
You know what? Fuck it. Let's go crazy.
My hands need something to do, so let's see what happens when I grip his arse cheeks. I pull him deeper into my mouth and that might be the most perfect noise I have ever heard.
One of his legs comes to rest over my shoulder and his heels starts digging into me. I'm no expert but I think I'm doing this right.
I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, moving my head up and down because it feels fucking fabulous when he glides in and out of my mouth. He's huge, made of silk, and he's so hard I'm pretty sure he could break at any second. Moving in and out of my mouth, I can hear him gasping for breath and I can feel him trying not to thrust into me. I wish he would. I wish he would fuck my mouth.
Let's be honest. I wish he would just fuck me. The whole time I've been sucking his cock, there's a part of me that's just begging to be opened up and filled by him. And no, you don't need to be an intelligent reader to figure out what part I'm talking about.
I really want to see him though, so I open my eyes and try to look up at him. He's got one hand fisting his bed sheets, those fucking incredible bed sheets, and the other is clutching his hair like he's a mathematician on the verge of solving an equation. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen and I get so caught up in it my teeth drag over his cock because I got careless.
The sound he makes though. That fucking sound. It's like he wants to whine or cry and got caught between the two. Jesus Christ, I want to do it again. So I do. And now he's fucking my mouth, hand in my hair like I'm a slut and he's biting his bottom lip like he wants it to bleed and are we sure he's the one who's supposed to come because I'm pretty sure I'm about to.
He's getting close to coming. How do I know? Because those fucking glorious thighs are tightening around me, clenching me with a force that could probably snap my neck. I don't give him the chance though. I pull back and release him, because if he's going to come he's going to come in me if it's the last thing I ever do. Which, I'd be perfectly happy if it is.
I stand up and try to fix him with a stare that is supposed to be sexy. I probably look ridiculous but he's too busy being bleary eyed to even notice I'm taking off my shirt.
"Why did you stop?"
"Fuck me."
Shit like that sounds better when he says it. I think I just sound desperate. He doesn't seem to mind though, cause he lets out a keening whine and is looking at me like it's the best idea ever.
We're both undressing, which is interesting. Tim, the guy I blew all those years ago, undressed me because he said it was how shit goes. Fuck him. I can undress myself and I'm practically tearing off my clothes so I can get on Dominic's bed. He pulls his shirt off as I step out of my jeans, and someone needs to get the paramedics on speed dial because he is naked I can almost feel my cardiac arrest before it happens.
"So pretty."
Excuse me? I know I didn't say that shit out loud.
"You're so fucking pretty."
He's talking to me. He's talking about me. Now I know why he brought me home, why he wears those sunglasses in doors. He's partly blind. Hallelujah, it all makes sense.
"Look at your skin. It's so pale."
That doesn't mean anything. I'm not just white, and I'm not white as a ghost. Ghosts have better tans than I do. So he'd have to be a full on Stevie Wonder to not notice I'm practically translucent. In fact, Stevie could probably tell, so there goes that analogy.
"Fuck, your nipples are so hard."
Alright. Maybe he isn't blind.
"Get out of your boxers. I want to fuck you."
I'm already naked before he's finished his sentence. Look, I might be self loathing but I'm not fucking stupid. I know a command when I hear one, and I know a once in a lifetime offer when I see one. So excuse me if I jumped the gun, but you can't blame me for even being a little bit excited. I still want to see you function if you were in my position. Your panties would have melted off the minute you saw the sheets, ok?
He crooks his finger at me, and I practically lunge at him, crawling over him on the bed. He's attacking my lips before I can even register how fucking magical his sheets are, but the sheets don't even fucking matter because his goddamn tongue lapping at me like a kitten for milk. I straddle his hips because it feels comfortable and he grabs my face as he licks against the tip of my tongue, thrusting it in and out of my mouth like he wants to do my body. Good thing he was holding me in place cause I would have fallen off the bed and died because the action itself is so erotic even Cupid is beating off.
And then it hits me. I'm not usually a smart motherfucker, and I'm certainly no Casanova (I mean, you are actually aware who's narrating this, right?), but it's so fucking obvious I can't even feel a little bit cheeky about coming up with this. I pull away from his mouth for a second, and I don't even let myself look into those eyes, because I'm reaching down to the floor for my braces and when I get them I smirk.
He looks positively angelic, his smile not even remotely filthy, just patient. I show him the braces and he still doesn't get it. For once I feel like I'm taming the beast that's been consuming me in flames all night.
Let's make that a reality, shall we?
I take his wrists in one hand and guide them over to one of the posts on the bed. He seems to catch my drift and flashes me a look that almost makes me stop in my tracks I just want to moan from the sight of it. He doesn't even fight as I tie the braces in a tight knot, binding him there and essentially holding him captive. What a fucking perfect image, aye?
With his hands above his head, he takes to using his hips to get my attention, grinding up into me and his cock feels so good sliding between my cheeks I damn well lose the plot right there. I like to tease him though, partly because I've never had a chance to do this and also partly because if you had him beneath you to do as you will, you would fucking take your time too.
I run my fingers down his arms and into his armpits, and he doesn't even giggle, he just sighs. His fucking nipples keep fighting for my attention so I give in and grab one between my teeth. That gets him talking.
"Fuck, yes, so good. Fuck."
I like it when he babbles. It sounds good on him. I can't sexy babble. I've tried. I can babble when I'm nervous and really all I talk about then are aliens and The Cure. Robert Smith. Fuck yes. But he just sounds so good lost in his own little world of lust, so I lick and lick and lick that fucking nub until I swear he's going to scream from over stimulation.
And then I do it again to the other.
Jesus, I could do this all night. No, that's a lie. My dick is so hard it's basically purple. My thighs are holding his hips so tightly I'm pretty sure his bones are giving me bruises. I want to ride him so badly. I want his dick so deep in me I can feel it in my spine. I want him.
And I want him now.
He starts humping against me like he knows exactly what I want, and my head falls forward because it's so fucking delicious. My hands are on his chest at this point and he's sweating like he's about to melt into the atmosphere. I'm sweating too, and I can hear little gasped whines coming from my throat cause I just want him in me so fucking badly.
I'm an impatient bastard, so I shove two of my fingers to his lips and he immediately knows what to do with them.
God. Fucking. Dammit.
If his arse is as sweet as his mouth I am not going to make it through the night. He's sucking me like I'm a lollipop, like there's a prize to be had from the tips of my fingers. I want to tell him it's not my dick he's fucking devouring but I can't say anything because he's making 'mm' sounds and his tongue is way too hot and did I mention his fucking lips?
My fingers are sufficiently slick, so I lift myself onto my knees and prepare myself for him. I'm not good at putting on a show. In fact, I don't even know what to do with myself so I just pretend he isn't there, which is kind of depressing but at least I'm not embarrassing myself. I throw my head back and moan, my hair falling all around my face and sticking there because my forehead is wet like I've been in a rain storm.
I scissor myself and I pretend it's Dominic's cock, not my fingers.
That was a shitty idea because I actually scream and nearly lose it right there.
"That's enough. Want to be in you. Fucking need to fuck you. Fuck, just ride me."
He's panting out the words and I'm just nodding like a fucking bobble head because I don't have the strength to tease anyone anymore.
I spit on my hand and reach around to find his cock ready and waiting. I slick him up as best I can before I lower myself onto him and - and.
Jesus.
Mary.
And Joseph.
Moses can come too.
He feels so fucking perfect, we both let out moans of ecstasy because it just feels so goddamn right. I have to hold him there for a second because I can almost feel a hint of pain, but mostly because I need to ground myself in reality. This is real. Dominic is in me. And I don't even know his last name. It doesn't even matter because he has his eyes shut like he's about to cry, his mouth is open in a silent gasp and he's nodding his head like I've just asked him the most important yes or no question of his entire life.
And all I can do is stare wide eyed down at him because I've forgotten how to move.
He takes care of this because the vein in his neck has been throbbing from the effort of not moving, so he finally lowers his hips into the mattress only to come up once more. I swear to god, nothing has ever felt this good.
Nothing.
My brain feels like it's shutting off and I grasp the bed sheets for dear life as I fall forward, moving my hips in time with his. I'm properly riding him, feeling him move in and out of me like that's what he's been supposed to be doing for the past 25 years of my life. Saliva is coming to linger on my bottom lip, my breath is shaking and then he delivers a thrust to the right and -
WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYTHING COLOURFUL?
I scream, properly scream, and suddenly nothing is the same. It's a frantic race to the end and I'm bouncing up and down on him like I'm being held at gun point to do so. He throws his head back and I can hear the thud of it against the post resonate for a second. He doesn't even care, he's pounding into my body so hard I can hear the sound of our skin echoing through the room. I lean forward and bite his ear, and that seems to set him off. He's shivering beneath me, never breaking the rhythm, clenching at the braces he fucking loves so much like they're his life line.
His eyes pop open and we're just looking at each other, gasping in the same air and he's fucking the spot in me that makes me quiver like I'm in the middle of an earthquake. I get really lightheaded, and his eyes seem to glaze. I'm shaking, properly shaking and I can't actually see straight.
And then I'm coming.
Without a hand on my cock, I'm coming.
Hard.
I don't know when I fell completely forward onto him, but I did. My dick is trapped and my come is spilling between us like it's a glue to keep us together. Dominic is coming too, and I can feel him filling me to the brim. He ride out the waves until it's too fucking much to even move.
I can hear his heartbeat in his chest, and it reminds me of the cardiac arrest I've been waiting have the entire night. Tremors of aftershock are passing through him, and I love feeling them vibrate up into me. Sweat is stinging my eyes, my ears are ringing and I think that's a sine of a concussion.
He fucked me so hard he injured my brain. Bravo, mate.
I don't know how the fuck he does it, but he finds the will to speak.
"That was worth the seven week wait."
Author:
lalalive23 Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sarcasm and sexual content
Summary: London, 1984. Matt meets Dominic in a dingy night club after weeks of watching him intently. Dominic is sexually insatiable, drives a corvette, and thrives on pleasure. Essentially pwp, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Feedback: It's my Kubrick, it's my Jesus
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. Something went horribly wrong in my life, I know. I'm still trying to figure it out.
Note: It's finished! Clearly, I had a ball writing this. I mean. It's Prince. How could I not? But really, I never seem to allow myself the opportunity to be witty so I kind of took this and ran with it. Thanks to
dolce_piccante for looking some of this over <3 Love her face <3 I want to dedicate this whole thing to millionstar . She's my Prince soul sister and she really encouraged me to have fun with this. To all my readers, commenters, lurkers I LOVE YOU! Enjoy :DPart 1
"Suck me, Matt. I want you to suck me."
Well, shit, I want to suck you too but that would require proper brain function. If you think I'm being cheeky, let me break down this image for you. He's got his eyes closed and he's panting like he just ran a marathon. His hands keep kneading my arse cheeks, like they want to rip off my trouser pockets, which, if I'm being honest, I wouldn't mind if he did. If he ripped the clothes right off of me, I wouldn't actually mind because he's so hot, he's fucking burning them off. I already mentioned the swollen lips, but fuck it, I want you to think of them again. I don't get to run away from the image and neither do you. They're also wet.
They're fucking glistening.
Have you thought of any of the above image? You should be dead by now, I should be dead by now. I deserve a fucking nobel prize for surviving this physical onslaught.
He doesn't even wait for my answer anymore, he probably thinks I'm a bit dim, and he just walks backward to his bed while undoing his belt.
I'm dying. This is what dying feels like.
He isn't wearing any boxers and he stands by the edge of his bed like a proud lion when he sees me eying the trail of hair that leads to his groin. Those. Fucking. Hips. I can see his hip bones, and I want to lick them, suck them, fuck myself against them. Tugging his jeans down his hips, he's been smiling the whole time and I swear if he looks at me like this one more time, I'm going to get on my hands and knees and pray for salvation because this man is the fucking devil.
But I'm stupid and I like sinning, so I walk forward and stand there like the dumb fuck I am. He seems to know what he wants, so why not just make him get it himself? He puts his hands on my shoulders and tugs my braces down to my hips, utterly pleased with himself because I let him do this. It's at the point know where I don't give a fuck what he does to me as long as he does something. Anything. I'm pretty sure I could come just from the sight of him, but I don't want to try because it looks like he expects me to last.
He sits on the bed and leans back on his elbows, cock just waiting for my mouth to be on it.
I'm telling you, this is a legitimate crossroads. Yeah, I want to suck him. I want him so far down my throat it makes his head spin and cuts off my breathing. But I also want to look at him. If my head is between his legs, that gives me a fairly restricted view. But I can see a bit of precome shining on his tip and my tongue is fucking aching to taste it and, I don't know when, but somehow I got on my knees and his thighs are so smooth I could cry.
There really isn't a point to saying anything before I do this, is there? I haven't said much the whole night, so I'm not going to ruin the atmosphere by opening my mouth again. His cock is fucking magnificent, just like his car and just like his entire fucking being.
Happy birthday, Bellamy.
My lips wrap around him and I deliver the first suck. His dick is throbbing against my tongue and his skin tastes so good I'm pretty sure his come is going to taste like ambrosia. I don't need to base this on scientific fact, I can assure you I'm more than eager to test the hypothesis.
Let me take a second here to inform you that the last time I gave a blowjob was when I was 17 and I was visiting my brother at uni. His roommate was a...generous type, and thought that offering me the chance to become sexually experienced meant he was a good samaritan, or that he had secured himself a place in heaven. Who the fuck knows. What matters here is that it was a traumatizing experience and that I have every reason to panic because I have the dick of a god in my mouth and I can hardly remember what to even do with it.
You know what? Fuck it. Let's go crazy.
My hands need something to do, so let's see what happens when I grip his arse cheeks. I pull him deeper into my mouth and that might be the most perfect noise I have ever heard.
One of his legs comes to rest over my shoulder and his heels starts digging into me. I'm no expert but I think I'm doing this right.
I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, moving my head up and down because it feels fucking fabulous when he glides in and out of my mouth. He's huge, made of silk, and he's so hard I'm pretty sure he could break at any second. Moving in and out of my mouth, I can hear him gasping for breath and I can feel him trying not to thrust into me. I wish he would. I wish he would fuck my mouth.
Let's be honest. I wish he would just fuck me. The whole time I've been sucking his cock, there's a part of me that's just begging to be opened up and filled by him. And no, you don't need to be an intelligent reader to figure out what part I'm talking about.
I really want to see him though, so I open my eyes and try to look up at him. He's got one hand fisting his bed sheets, those fucking incredible bed sheets, and the other is clutching his hair like he's a mathematician on the verge of solving an equation. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen and I get so caught up in it my teeth drag over his cock because I got careless.
The sound he makes though. That fucking sound. It's like he wants to whine or cry and got caught between the two. Jesus Christ, I want to do it again. So I do. And now he's fucking my mouth, hand in my hair like I'm a slut and he's biting his bottom lip like he wants it to bleed and are we sure he's the one who's supposed to come because I'm pretty sure I'm about to.
He's getting close to coming. How do I know? Because those fucking glorious thighs are tightening around me, clenching me with a force that could probably snap my neck. I don't give him the chance though. I pull back and release him, because if he's going to come he's going to come in me if it's the last thing I ever do. Which, I'd be perfectly happy if it is.
I stand up and try to fix him with a stare that is supposed to be sexy. I probably look ridiculous but he's too busy being bleary eyed to even notice I'm taking off my shirt.
"Why did you stop?"
"Fuck me."
Shit like that sounds better when he says it. I think I just sound desperate. He doesn't seem to mind though, cause he lets out a keening whine and is looking at me like it's the best idea ever.
We're both undressing, which is interesting. Tim, the guy I blew all those years ago, undressed me because he said it was how shit goes. Fuck him. I can undress myself and I'm practically tearing off my clothes so I can get on Dominic's bed. He pulls his shirt off as I step out of my jeans, and someone needs to get the paramedics on speed dial because he is naked I can almost feel my cardiac arrest before it happens.
"So pretty."
Excuse me? I know I didn't say that shit out loud.
"You're so fucking pretty."
He's talking to me. He's talking about me. Now I know why he brought me home, why he wears those sunglasses in doors. He's partly blind. Hallelujah, it all makes sense.
"Look at your skin. It's so pale."
That doesn't mean anything. I'm not just white, and I'm not white as a ghost. Ghosts have better tans than I do. So he'd have to be a full on Stevie Wonder to not notice I'm practically translucent. In fact, Stevie could probably tell, so there goes that analogy.
"Fuck, your nipples are so hard."
Alright. Maybe he isn't blind.
"Get out of your boxers. I want to fuck you."
I'm already naked before he's finished his sentence. Look, I might be self loathing but I'm not fucking stupid. I know a command when I hear one, and I know a once in a lifetime offer when I see one. So excuse me if I jumped the gun, but you can't blame me for even being a little bit excited. I still want to see you function if you were in my position. Your panties would have melted off the minute you saw the sheets, ok?
He crooks his finger at me, and I practically lunge at him, crawling over him on the bed. He's attacking my lips before I can even register how fucking magical his sheets are, but the sheets don't even fucking matter because his goddamn tongue lapping at me like a kitten for milk. I straddle his hips because it feels comfortable and he grabs my face as he licks against the tip of my tongue, thrusting it in and out of my mouth like he wants to do my body. Good thing he was holding me in place cause I would have fallen off the bed and died because the action itself is so erotic even Cupid is beating off.
And then it hits me. I'm not usually a smart motherfucker, and I'm certainly no Casanova (I mean, you are actually aware who's narrating this, right?), but it's so fucking obvious I can't even feel a little bit cheeky about coming up with this. I pull away from his mouth for a second, and I don't even let myself look into those eyes, because I'm reaching down to the floor for my braces and when I get them I smirk.
He looks positively angelic, his smile not even remotely filthy, just patient. I show him the braces and he still doesn't get it. For once I feel like I'm taming the beast that's been consuming me in flames all night.
Let's make that a reality, shall we?
I take his wrists in one hand and guide them over to one of the posts on the bed. He seems to catch my drift and flashes me a look that almost makes me stop in my tracks I just want to moan from the sight of it. He doesn't even fight as I tie the braces in a tight knot, binding him there and essentially holding him captive. What a fucking perfect image, aye?
With his hands above his head, he takes to using his hips to get my attention, grinding up into me and his cock feels so good sliding between my cheeks I damn well lose the plot right there. I like to tease him though, partly because I've never had a chance to do this and also partly because if you had him beneath you to do as you will, you would fucking take your time too.
I run my fingers down his arms and into his armpits, and he doesn't even giggle, he just sighs. His fucking nipples keep fighting for my attention so I give in and grab one between my teeth. That gets him talking.
"Fuck, yes, so good. Fuck."
I like it when he babbles. It sounds good on him. I can't sexy babble. I've tried. I can babble when I'm nervous and really all I talk about then are aliens and The Cure. Robert Smith. Fuck yes. But he just sounds so good lost in his own little world of lust, so I lick and lick and lick that fucking nub until I swear he's going to scream from over stimulation.
And then I do it again to the other.
Jesus, I could do this all night. No, that's a lie. My dick is so hard it's basically purple. My thighs are holding his hips so tightly I'm pretty sure his bones are giving me bruises. I want to ride him so badly. I want his dick so deep in me I can feel it in my spine. I want him.
And I want him now.
He starts humping against me like he knows exactly what I want, and my head falls forward because it's so fucking delicious. My hands are on his chest at this point and he's sweating like he's about to melt into the atmosphere. I'm sweating too, and I can hear little gasped whines coming from my throat cause I just want him in me so fucking badly.
I'm an impatient bastard, so I shove two of my fingers to his lips and he immediately knows what to do with them.
God. Fucking. Dammit.
If his arse is as sweet as his mouth I am not going to make it through the night. He's sucking me like I'm a lollipop, like there's a prize to be had from the tips of my fingers. I want to tell him it's not my dick he's fucking devouring but I can't say anything because he's making 'mm' sounds and his tongue is way too hot and did I mention his fucking lips?
My fingers are sufficiently slick, so I lift myself onto my knees and prepare myself for him. I'm not good at putting on a show. In fact, I don't even know what to do with myself so I just pretend he isn't there, which is kind of depressing but at least I'm not embarrassing myself. I throw my head back and moan, my hair falling all around my face and sticking there because my forehead is wet like I've been in a rain storm.
I scissor myself and I pretend it's Dominic's cock, not my fingers.
That was a shitty idea because I actually scream and nearly lose it right there.
"That's enough. Want to be in you. Fucking need to fuck you. Fuck, just ride me."
He's panting out the words and I'm just nodding like a fucking bobble head because I don't have the strength to tease anyone anymore.
I spit on my hand and reach around to find his cock ready and waiting. I slick him up as best I can before I lower myself onto him and - and.
Jesus.
Mary.
And Joseph.
Moses can come too.
He feels so fucking perfect, we both let out moans of ecstasy because it just feels so goddamn right. I have to hold him there for a second because I can almost feel a hint of pain, but mostly because I need to ground myself in reality. This is real. Dominic is in me. And I don't even know his last name. It doesn't even matter because he has his eyes shut like he's about to cry, his mouth is open in a silent gasp and he's nodding his head like I've just asked him the most important yes or no question of his entire life.
And all I can do is stare wide eyed down at him because I've forgotten how to move.
He takes care of this because the vein in his neck has been throbbing from the effort of not moving, so he finally lowers his hips into the mattress only to come up once more. I swear to god, nothing has ever felt this good.
Nothing.
My brain feels like it's shutting off and I grasp the bed sheets for dear life as I fall forward, moving my hips in time with his. I'm properly riding him, feeling him move in and out of me like that's what he's been supposed to be doing for the past 25 years of my life. Saliva is coming to linger on my bottom lip, my breath is shaking and then he delivers a thrust to the right and -
WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYTHING COLOURFUL?
I scream, properly scream, and suddenly nothing is the same. It's a frantic race to the end and I'm bouncing up and down on him like I'm being held at gun point to do so. He throws his head back and I can hear the thud of it against the post resonate for a second. He doesn't even care, he's pounding into my body so hard I can hear the sound of our skin echoing through the room. I lean forward and bite his ear, and that seems to set him off. He's shivering beneath me, never breaking the rhythm, clenching at the braces he fucking loves so much like they're his life line.
His eyes pop open and we're just looking at each other, gasping in the same air and he's fucking the spot in me that makes me quiver like I'm in the middle of an earthquake. I get really lightheaded, and his eyes seem to glaze. I'm shaking, properly shaking and I can't actually see straight.
And then I'm coming.
Without a hand on my cock, I'm coming.
Hard.
I don't know when I fell completely forward onto him, but I did. My dick is trapped and my come is spilling between us like it's a glue to keep us together. Dominic is coming too, and I can feel him filling me to the brim. He ride out the waves until it's too fucking much to even move.
I can hear his heartbeat in his chest, and it reminds me of the cardiac arrest I've been waiting have the entire night. Tremors of aftershock are passing through him, and I love feeling them vibrate up into me. Sweat is stinging my eyes, my ears are ringing and I think that's a sine of a concussion.
He fucked me so hard he injured my brain. Bravo, mate.
I don't know how the fuck he does it, but he finds the will to speak.
"That was worth the seven week wait."
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The way you described Dom...what a wonderful and sexy image of him tied up with Dom's braces. And I loved Matt's sarcasm. This was great hun! <3
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Let's go crazy.
Damn right. ;)
<3
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The braces... the braces, I can't even handle it. And the riding, what is it about Matt riding Dom that is so damn hot? :D
He takes care of this because the vein in his neck has been throbbing from the effort of not moving, so he finally lowers his hips into the mattress only to come up once more. I swear to god, nothing has ever felt this good.
That was GORGEOUS, I was actually holding my breath until Dominic bucked his hips. Then I groaned and came a little. Just saying.
Without a hand on my cock, I'm coming.
But that, THAT was where you killed me. Him, on top, going for it and coming simply from that without touching himself is one of the hottest things ever. EVER.
And the nipples, and armpits... I could just.. die.
I love your writing like burning, bb, believe it. <3 <3
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Then I groaned and came a little. Just saying.
LOLOL Omg D, I love you <33 omg.
I am so happy that you loved this bb <3333 *hugs forever*
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Yep.
That was fucking lovely.
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love all the nip play and the pit mention. those things are near and dear to my heart<3
thank you bb!!
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Oh my moatminx, I love you <333
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I can't even think coherently...you happy? ;)
Omg, your snark is so incredible that I can't even fucking deal with it.
You know what? Fuck it. Let's go crazy.
Yes, let's! And the nipple play...bitch, who told you I love Dom!nips???????? It's like you took my fantasy and just...I can't....you're....You are amazing.
Then this:
Moses can come too.
Laughing your ass off with throbbing loins is a weird feeling, y'know?
But then you went and did this shit...
I lean forward and bite his ear, and that seems to set him off.
I lean forward and bite his ear
I lean forward and bite his ear
I love - AND I MEAN LOVE - Dom's beautiful, delicious, HUMONGOUS Dumbo ears like WHOA. I can't even tell you. So when you add that? Yeah, I did. All over the place.
Mems, bb. MEMS.
sorry about all the edits. I was so got damned
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it's amazing that I hit every Dom girls' kink ever, when I am a hardcore legit WHAT EVEN IS THIS GIRL, HOW IS SHE SO SERIOUS Matt girl. I don't even know how I managed to do this LOL. But Dom has some cute ears, ngl.
Oh M, I adore you <333 I deal with HTML fail alll the time. LOL
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This. This is just amaazing! My thoughts are kinda mush right now.
Gah! Dom tied up... With those braces... Being all confident HNNG.
So much description of Dom in such a brilliantly comical way. Loved it.
Epic.
<3
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Blasphemic orgy!
Loving Matt's voice in here. So wonderfully sarcastic. <3
And it's also hot.
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Thank you so much bb!!
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Thank you bb!
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lol love yah xxx
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lol :P
*hugs babes.*
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*breathes deeply for ten minutes*
holy fucking shit, just... fucking hell. When you wrote 'Good Boy' (fic tag's wrong btw :3) I thought: that was the best PWP I've ever read but then FUCK ABOUT, YOU WRITE THIS AND IT TICKS SO MANY FUCKING BOXES AND IT'S FROM MATT'S POV AND I AM LITERALLY TRYING NOT TO SCREAM HERE.
*collapses breathless*
braces, check. insecure matt, check. coming without hand on cock, check. riding, check. eye fucking, check. car (jesus h christ), check.
shit son, I'm just gonna sit here and flail and then reread like 20 times.
fuck :')
*hugs tightly, still muttering incoherently* ♥
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but then FUCK ABOUT, YOU WRITE THIS AND IT TICKS SO MANY FUCKING BOXES AND IT'S FROM MATT'S POV AND I AM LITERALLY TRYING NOT TO SCREAM HERE.
This is the most entertaining spaff session I have ever seen. LOL That's truly an accomplishment, I hope you know.
Der may or may not be a part 3 to this story. So keep your eyes out. ;)
*hugs forever*
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I LOVE it!
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"Jesus.
Mary.
And Joseph.
Moses can come too." xD God, Matt is hilarious. I love him in this story. :3
And GOD. Dom and Braces and Oh and Matt. And sex. And hot.
"I'm already naked before he's finished his sentence."
I'll tell you what, yeah, Matt? I'd be too. :3 Not kidding.
It was such a interesting and hot thing to read. <3 Thank you.
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Thank you bb!
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Mary.
And Joseph.
Moses can come too.
That's basically my reaction to that fic.
JFC that was sooooo hot, and that ticked so many of my boxes just HNGH.
Like I said in my previous comment, I really love that Matt, he's hilarious, I love his sarcasm and the way he describes Dominic is doing sooo many things to me.
And now onto some quoting:
Well, shit, I want to suck you too but that would require proper brain function. If you think I'm being cheeky, let me break down this image for you. He's got his eyes closed and he's panting like he just ran a marathon. His hands keep kneading my arse cheeks, like they want to rip off my trouser pockets, which, if I'm being honest, I wouldn't mind if he did. If he ripped the clothes right off of me, I wouldn't actually mind because he's so hot, he's fucking burning them off. I already mentioned the swollen lips, but fuck it, I want you to think of them again. I don't get to run away from the image and neither do you. They're also wet.
They're fucking glistening.
Have you thought of any of the above image? You should be dead by now, I should be dead by now. I deserve a fucking nobel prize for surviving this physical onslaught.
Oh believe me I was already at that point and that was only the beginning.
If my head is between his legs, that gives me a fairly restricted view. But I can see a bit of precome shining on his tip and my tongue is fucking aching to taste it and, I don't know when, but somehow I got on my knees and his thighs are so smooth I could cry.
UNF I have a kink for Dom's thighs so this is complete porn to me.
And now he's fucking my mouth, hand in my hair like I'm a slut and he's biting his bottom lip like he wants it to bleed and are we sure he's the one who's supposed to come because I'm pretty sure I'm about to.
I'm about to come from just reading this so yeah.
He's getting close to coming. How do I know? Because those fucking glorious thighs are tightening around me, clenching me with a force that could probably snap my neck.
Oh no wait, THIS is porn, those strong thighs are so fucking glorious I can't even.
"So pretty."
Excuse me? I know I didn't say that shit out loud.
xD I love him.
I still want to see you function if you were in my position. Your panties would have melted off the minute you saw the sheets, ok?
Not arguing with you here.
He doesn't even fight as I tie the braces in a tight knot, binding him there and essentially holding him captive. What a fucking perfect image, aye?
Most perfect image ever.
He fucked me so hard he injured my brain. Bravo, mate.
xD
Well Kat you just melted my brains
and ovarieswith that story. Bravo gurl.<3
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All I can say to this is THANK YOU for taking the time to read and comment like this. It means SO GD MUCH WOW *twirls*
DOM'S THIGHS ARE BASICALLY CANDY LAND ALRIGHT. They need to be worshipped forever. *sits in front of a fan*
You never needed either of those things anyway. ^.^ Good that this melted them then <3
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Before I completely lose it, have these bits:
...his skin tastes so good I'm pretty sure his come is going to taste like ambrosia. I don't need to base this on scientific fact, I can assure you I'm more than eager to test the hypothesis.
You know I love your theory on this (who haven't I told?), but...damn. I'd like to lick that man like a popsicle. Or Tootsie Pop.
And now he's fucking my mouth, hand in my hair like I'm a slut and he's biting his bottom lip like he wants it to bleed and are we sure he's the one who's supposed to come because I'm pretty sure I'm about to.
Did I mention I love the narration? I love this Matt; he's amazing.
I still want to see you function if you were in my position. Your panties would have melted off the minute you saw the sheets, ok?
Nope, couldn't do it. Mine would've melted when he stopped at the car.
...because if you had him beneath you to do as you will, you would fucking take your time too.
Take my time? Hell, I'd never let him up. Well...I'd never untie him, I'd really expect him to be up.
I LOVE THIS.
It is amazing and I cannot flail enough. Just OHMYGOD.
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Dom is candy land. Candy forever. Suck suck lick lick HEY.
THE CAR I WANT IT NOW.
I love you so much <333 Thank you bb!!
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You can't just leave it there--you just can't. This is fucking brilliant; there's no way you can leave us hanging like that--no way!!!!!
Please keep going? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEZE????? With Glitterati dust sprinkled on top?
I just love the whole thing, Matt's POV, his sarky tone, his insecurities, the funnies (Moses can come too--FFS that was fucking hilarious), the blody Vette...
Oh, yes, and the sex--Oh, Darwin, the sex.
Good thing I'm not a guy, or I'd have jizzed all over the laptop :P
So, to sum up--YOU CAN'T STOP THIS!!!!!!!
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PRETTY SHINY.
I am so so glad that you liked this. I have to admit that I have never enjoyed writing anything as much as I enjoyed writing this. My ode to Prince is probably the best thing I've done, tbh. I love this story to bits.
THANK YOU SO MUCH BB!! <3
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Thanks!
x
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jesus christ, matt's narration and self-loathing were just hilarious and silly (because, duh, we all know he is just as gorgeous as he is awkward and that a certain slutty little blonde would agree with us).
then... THEN it was just SO fucking hot and I... I can't even talk about it. Dom's hips and thighs and pits and nipples and... DAMMIT I didn't know it was my birthday already!!
and because I was too horny to mention it in the previous comment: Dom's fucking car! *weeps*
I think I'll just stop here before I stop making any sense at all. just know I LOVED this, it was absolutely delicious. THANK YOU <333
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Oh lawd, they are both sluts. But fuck if I don't love them for it. Jesus. 80's forever. I love the car and I love this story. Did I tell you it's my favourite thing I have ever written? Cause it totally is.
NIPS PITS AND THIGHS FOREVER GIRL.
I love love love you <3 so fucking much <333
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FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUU
This was amazing, absolutely, amazing job.
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Thank you so much gorgeous girl!! <33