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lalalive23Title: The Long Surrender
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lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexual content
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: My darling readers, this chapter is yours. Everything in this belongs to you. I apologize it took so long to get this chapter posted. It's just been crazy in the Haus of Kitty. A tank of Chris Corners tosunshine_173 for proofing this before it went up. We have finally found the time to be together for a proper writing party! And endless porn sent to mrkwest for helping me with the Spanish :D I adore all of you. Your comments are what keep this story alive <3
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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23
The train ride home was difficult for Dominic, as Matthew refused him any body contact in the hopes of keeping the blonde on edge. He succeeded completely, and Dominic sat in the small seat feeling as though he were hanging on the edge of a precipice, the blood coursing through his veins reaching a temperature akin to a slow boil. The cramped quarters of the train caused their elbows to bump in the rhythm of the train moving over the tracks, and the brief contact made Dominic want to get on his knees and beg for more.
Matthew did not gift him with conversation, hardly even turned his azure gaze onto Dominic's flushed cheeks. The denial caused Dom's body to resonate with unused energy, his body struggling to keep his hands in his lap, to keep his lips from Matthew's skin. He watched as the strangers passed on and off the tube, the short ride feeling like an eternity as his body twitched to feel every inch of Matthew's skin.
It was only when they were in the privacy of the elevator to Dom's flat that Matthew pressed himself against the blonde, his eyes wicked and devilish, guitar placed in the opposite corner. Dom clutched the fabric of Matthew's coat as the brunet's tongue licked along his lips, begging immediate entrance. Dominic's tongue came out to meet his, grazing and touching against the tip as a high pitched sigh escaped his lips. With quivering knees, Dominic ground into Matthew as best he could and moan when strong hands dropped to his arse and began to knead the soft flesh beneath his trousers.
"Matt," Dom whimpered, his fingers twitching against the wool. The rail along the elevator wall pressed against the vertebrae at the base of his spine, and he released a grunt of pain as Matthew pushed harder against him. "Fuck, Matt."
As if sensing Dominic's desires, Matt pressed roughly against the curve of his arse, lifting Dominic just enough to seat him against the rail, promptly easing the pain and promptly stepping between his parted legs. Dominic clutched what he could of Matt's waist as his mouth was attacked, his tongue becoming vigorously sucked in an almost rhythmic pattern. He was swiftly becoming consumed with Matthew's presence, feeling as though he was wearing no coat at all but burning, being devoured by the heat that radiated from Matthew's core. In the strangest of ways, if felt as though he had pushed his desire for Matthew behind a levee, and with each lick to the roof of his mouth, every thrust of his hips into Dominic's groin, cracks were forming, simply begging for there to be a flood.
He heard himself, distantly, whimpering and releasing small moans into the atmosphere. The elevator felt almost claustrophobic, and when Matthew moved his mouth to Dominic's neck, he briefly opened his eyes to ground himself in his surroundings. It was a futile attempt, Matthew's mouth sucking and nipping the delicate skin of his neck roughly in an attempt to leave a mark forced Dominic's eyes to roll back and suddenly he didn't care if the elevator shaft was caving in - it merely meant they would be closer.
And suddenly, he was terribly alone. His body craved Matthew's body as he watched the brunet leave the elevator, the doors open wide to his hall and a gentle beeping resonating through his mind. Dominic stumbled off the railing without Matthew to hold him up and his knees momentarily gave beneath him, forcing him to clutch the railing in order to stop himself form hitting the floor. It was mesmerizing, the way in which Matthew turned to smile at him from over his shoulder, guitar case dangling at his side as he walked before he slipped from view.
As Dominic quickly exited the elevator, it shocked him that he had been so completely devoured by Matthew in so brief a time, their ride in the elevator taking no more than a minute at most. Matthew leaned against his door, patiently waiting for Dominic to stand next to him, and because of his behavior, Dom decided to walk as slowly as possible. He had felt Matthew's erection against his own, and he knew the brunet was just as eager as he. And so, he figured, if Matthew could be a devilish tease, so could he.
It was then that Dominic was reminded that Matthew had told him he was a very sexual creature. Experience had proved that the brunet had not been lying, though, Dominic felt as though he had already known it was the truth before it had even been questioned. There were ways in which his body emulated sexual energy, inexplicable ways in which he was completely arresting that went beyond his intense moments on stage. Momentarily, Dominic thought on how Matthew had become so sexually experienced, skilled with his tongue and a master with his hands. While Dominic had, of course, had his share of girlfriends and sexual experiences, he felt as though Matthew had somehow practiced with a more skilled tutor or, at the very least, seemed to know how to please Dominic because it was written in his DNA.
And even still, it was a remarkable contrast in his being, the way Matthew would change around sexual contact. His shy demeanor evaporating in an atmosphere heavy with want, all pretenses of polite formality becoming replaced with suggestive hip movements and filthy touches of hands. He seemed to favor eroticism, seemed to enjoy it more than any other partner that Dominic had ever had, and, without question, he shined in it.
Coming to stand at his door, Dominic pulled his keys from his coat pocket, the feeling of blue eyes grazing every nuance of his body nearly causing him to fumble with the metal.
"You could have used your own," Dominic said. As soon as he spoke, he resented using the power of speech. There was a kinetic form of communication occurring in the atmosphere, and he regretted stifling it with his mouth.
"I wanted to wait for you. I'll always wait for you."
There was a way in which Matthew spoke that made every word wash over him like warm butter, sticky and rich, each vocal inflection shooting straight to his cock. It was more than clear that Matthew was insinuating something deeper in his utterance of waiting, it was an implication of shared orgasm.
Stifling his body's reaction, he held the door for Matthew, the brunet smiling as he pushed himself off the doorframe and entered. Shutting the door behind him, Dom watched the way Matthew dropped his guitar to the floor, moving slowly through the flat as he began to take off his coat. Unbuttoning his own jacket, Dom walked behind Matthew, savoring the way in which their frantic urgency in the elevator had cooled just enough to watch the way Matthew's shoulder blades flexed and moved beneath his shirt.
A creature to be marveled at, Matthew stood in the open space between the kitchen and the bedroom, arms moving to work the jacket down and off. He reached to his right and flicked the switch for the kitchen, the light creating an otherworldly glow around the hard line of his features. His body was a magnetic force, pulling Dom to him, begging to be touched. Skin fully wrapped in clothes, he remained a a masterpiece of erotic desire, one hip jutting to the side as he stood, willing Dominic to come and do as he will.
The blonde stepped behind him, slowly dragging his hands over the fabric of his shirt, bunching as he went to reveal the skin of his waist. Pressed flush against Matthew's back, his hands continued until his fingers toyed idly with the collar of the shirt, stroking the soft skin of the brunet's creamy neck. He was rewarded with the vision of Matthew's profile, eyelashes covering the azure irises as he gazed with parted lips back towards Dom. Dominic was thankful, then, that his fingers were long enough to reach under Matthew's chin, lifting his face up and back to capture his lips in a kiss that forced a whimper from Matthew's chest.
It was an intensely erotic feeling, the sensation of having control over Matthew, of dominating the brunet who so often possessed him completely. The sensation of Matthew pushing back against his groin, the knowledge that he had turned the man in his arms into and needy and desperate little thing made the synapses in his brain fall under haywire.
Thrusting his tongue into Matthew's mouth, he created a rhythm that he mimicked with his hips into Matthew's bum, the brunet pushing back in time, moaning, as his hands came to fist in Dominic's hair. With a smirk, Dom dropped his right hand from Matthew's chin, dragged it with almost affectionate slowness down the smaller man's torso, only to palm the hardness at the apex of his thighs roughly.
A sharp cry rang from Matthew's lips, the kiss ending on the most pornographic sound he had ever heard. Blue eyes opened wide, and suddenly Dom felt like he was drowning in the hungry pools. Within seconds, Matthew had turned in his arms and was forcing Dominic against the wall next to his bedroom door, turning him so his chest was pressed tightly against the cool plaster. His fingers gripped and slid, pressing for leverage as Matthew drove his hips into his arse. Wetting his lips, he dragged his tongue along his bottom lip only for Matthew to take it into his mouth and suck on it as though he were trying to force Dominic's very soul from his mouth.
He released him with a gasp and another teasing blow to his hips. Panting, Dominic fingered desperately at the wall.
"Matt," he breathed.
"How does it feel?" Matthew asked. "This is what you were doing to me. How does it make you feel?" Dominic shivered, Matthew's nose running from the crook of his neck to his ear, where Matthew nibbled roughly on the soft lobe. Sharp hipbones pressed into his hips, and he found himself yearning to bite along the contours.
"Matt, please." His voice was trembling and he didn't care. "Bedroom."
The word had barely passed the threshold of his lips before Matthew had pushed off of him, backing away as he tugged his shirt over his head. The separation made Dominic ache, and he soon followed suit, entering the bedroom as he undid the buttons to his shirt. Fingers swiftly tugging on the leather of his belt, he studied the way Matthew's stomach muscles clenched as he wiggled out of his trousers, standing proudly in just the black of his boxers.
While it was not the first time he had witnessed Matthew in such an exquisite state of undress, the cream of his skin never ceased to stop the blonde in his tracks. He always stood so beautifully, like a statue of marble than a man of flesh.
"You're so perfect, Matt," Dom whispered, not realizing what he had said before it was too late.
With slow, silent steps on the hardwood, Matthew walked to Dominic with a shy smile playing on his lips. His long fingers came to the button and fly of Dominic's trousers, toying with the metal as he met Dominic's gaze with eyes that were practically starving.
"Take your pants off so I can suck you. Ok, beautiful?"
The words dripped one by one into Dominic's groin, pooling and igniting a fire like no other.
"Are you sure?" he panted as Matthew impishly nipped at his bottom lip. "We haven't done anything like...I mean we just -"
Matthew walked him back to the bed, pushing Dominic down onto his back as he pulled Dominic's trousers off. "You haven't," he smiled, "but I have. And oh, I don't think you can understand how badly I want to." He came to straddle Dominic's hips, his mouth sucking on Dom's lips suggestively.
Explicit moans left Dom's chest, only to be swallowed eagerly by Matthew's mouth, drinking them down like his favourite tonic. Propping himself on his elbows he watched as Matthew's lips slipped from his mouth down to his neck, leaving a wet trail which ended at the collarbone he eagerly sucked. Tremors began to pass violently through the blonde, his head thrown back as his vision began to blur.
"Mmmm," Matthew sighed. Dom lowered his head to find the man sliding from his hips, coming to his knees at the edge of the bed. With his nose running lines down Dominic's abdomen, he came to rest happily between his parted legs, his face turning in to caress Dominic's inner thigh. His hands came to the waistband of Dominic's boxers, his fingers tracing along the fabric, a sweet sensation that made Dominic lightheaded. He found the strength to lift his arse allowing Matthew to slide his boxers down his legs, his cock springing free and sending shivers down his spine as it hit the air. He was throbbing, all his blood pulsing and pushing towards his erection, turning it a dark shade of purple. Forcing himself to be grounded in reality, he watched as an impish grin spread along Matt's features.
"Now," the brunet said, "sanctify my mouth."
It was the last word he said before he silenced himself with Dominic's cock, his tongue tracing along the head with profound expertise. At the feel of the intense heat around his cock, Dominic's elbows gave out, his body collapsing on top of his sheets with a cry. Fisting one hand in his hair, he was reminded of the last time he had a mouth on his cock, of all the numerous times, and all the ways none of those moments felt as beautiful or erotic or as powerful as the way Matthew sucked with shameless greed.
And though he knew greed was a sin, his body and his heart burned with the knowledge that they both viewed the encounter as something holy, a communion of their desires. He couldn't shake the idea: the halo of Matthew's mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, the velvet of his tongue stroking with precision, the heat and the force all serving to drag his soul into a carnal heaven.
He was taken down to the hilt, his cock hitting the back of Matthew's throat and he screamed. his voice braking off on an almost painful gasp as Matthew moaned in pleasure, the vibration spreading all throughout his body. Dominic arched his spine, rising off the bed like a bow, one hand grasping madly at his sheets, the other tugging at his hair as he let out a sob of pleasure. As Matthew's hands clutched his arse cheeks, lifting just enough so Dominic's legs came to rest over his shoulders, Dominic began panting. There was never enough air in his lungs, his chest burning and his eyes caught between fluttering shut and rolling back in his head.
"Shit, I can't," Dom choked. "I won't last - I'm gonna - unng, Matthew."
He was released into the atmosphere, Matthew sucking kisses along the inside of his thigh as he began to speak.
"Acaba para mi guapo, hazio en mi boca, quiero beber de ti," Matthew whispered along the thin skin of his thighs, his eyes locking proudly with Dominic's.
He was a master of seduction, and Dominic was defenseless against his mouth, his voice, and his language. In an instant, Matthew had taken him back in his mouth, sucking diligently and with incredible force. It became too much for Dominic to handle, the aftermath of Matthew's tongue as he spoke and the present of his tongue wrapped like a vice around his cock, he felt himself squeezed to the brim.
His orgasm hit him with impossible force, his body shaking and his breathing becoming ragged. He came with severity, his hips bucking into Matthew's mouth as the brunet eagerly drank all the he had to offer. Shutting his eyes tightly, he gasped in painful whimpers and muttered incomprehensible words into the air.
He felt matthew release him, crawling up his body as he happily licked the come off his bottom lip. Boneless, Dominic rested atop his bed, melting into the sheets, evaporating into the atmosphere that was heavy and thick with sex. Matthew came to rest next to him, sitting on his side as he stared happily at Dominic's profile. Dominic warmed at the affection flowing from Matthew's eyes, his afterglow enveloping him in a tender cocoon.
And then he wondered something, moment of insecurity breaching his content silence.
"Matthew," he whispered, not entirely capable of speech.
"Hmm?" Matthew murmured, his fingers toying with strands of Dominic's blonde hair.
"Whenever we're...together...like this," he said, unsure of how to phrase their intimacy, "it's always you. You're always the one satisfying me. I can't help but wonder...do I...do I affect you all...like this?" He finally turned his head to the brunet, the blue eyes twinkling with happiness.
Biting his lip, Matthew reached for Dominic's right hand, slowly bringing it across the bed to the fabric of his boxers. His hand was pressed against the large bulge the clothing protected, and Dom hissed at the heat of it.
"Do you feel this?" Matthew whispered. "I am so hard right now. How could you think you didn't affect me. You can always feel it." His blue eyes bore holes into Dominic, pleasding with Dominic to make him understand.
He chuckled. "Yes, I know I can get you hard but...is it more than that? I mean, when I'm around you all I want you to do is just...consume me. And I worry that it isn't the same for you."
"Dom, of course it is." Matthew released his hand, bringing his own to cup his cheek. Dominic nuzzled into the touch, but kept his hand at the erection under his hand. He smiled as he watched his hand cup and squeeze it. "I want you...all the time. I want you always," he finished with a hiss.
"Then why don't you let me touch you like this." He whispered the words with a powerful blush.
"Because you never asked," he said simply, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What?" His eyes flashed back to Matthew's, the words catching him off guard.
"Dom, I told you. I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. I want you to tell me what you want."
Realization washed over him and made him flush with emotion. Consent was a powerful thing, consenting to sex and physical intimacy merely doubled that power, allowing another person to cross the borders of one's body. The word 'yes' was definitive and forced the speaker to own their desires, meant complete trust in another. His desires for Matthew were something he owned, but the body of his lover was something that he yearned to posses. And so he pressed the bone of his palm directly into Matthew's erection, smiling at the shocked moan that passed between his parted lips.
"I want to touch you, Matthew," he said, his voice taking on a strong, deep timbre. "I would like to touch you."
It felt like hours, the way Dominic guided Matthew to his orgasm, pumping with his fist in sharp and deliberate movements. The symphony of sounds Matthew released into his bedroom seemed to soak into the walls, lingering on the paint a little longer to remind Dominic that the most seductive creature he had ever met came for him on his bedsheets.
Author:
lalalive23 Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexual content
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: My darling readers, this chapter is yours. Everything in this belongs to you. I apologize it took so long to get this chapter posted. It's just been crazy in the Haus of Kitty. A tank of Chris Corners to
sunshine_173 for proofing this before it went up. We have finally found the time to be together for a proper writing party! And endless porn sent to mrkwest for helping me with the Spanish :D I adore all of you. Your comments are what keep this story alive <3Prologue 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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23
The train ride home was difficult for Dominic, as Matthew refused him any body contact in the hopes of keeping the blonde on edge. He succeeded completely, and Dominic sat in the small seat feeling as though he were hanging on the edge of a precipice, the blood coursing through his veins reaching a temperature akin to a slow boil. The cramped quarters of the train caused their elbows to bump in the rhythm of the train moving over the tracks, and the brief contact made Dominic want to get on his knees and beg for more.
Matthew did not gift him with conversation, hardly even turned his azure gaze onto Dominic's flushed cheeks. The denial caused Dom's body to resonate with unused energy, his body struggling to keep his hands in his lap, to keep his lips from Matthew's skin. He watched as the strangers passed on and off the tube, the short ride feeling like an eternity as his body twitched to feel every inch of Matthew's skin.
It was only when they were in the privacy of the elevator to Dom's flat that Matthew pressed himself against the blonde, his eyes wicked and devilish, guitar placed in the opposite corner. Dom clutched the fabric of Matthew's coat as the brunet's tongue licked along his lips, begging immediate entrance. Dominic's tongue came out to meet his, grazing and touching against the tip as a high pitched sigh escaped his lips. With quivering knees, Dominic ground into Matthew as best he could and moan when strong hands dropped to his arse and began to knead the soft flesh beneath his trousers.
"Matt," Dom whimpered, his fingers twitching against the wool. The rail along the elevator wall pressed against the vertebrae at the base of his spine, and he released a grunt of pain as Matthew pushed harder against him. "Fuck, Matt."
As if sensing Dominic's desires, Matt pressed roughly against the curve of his arse, lifting Dominic just enough to seat him against the rail, promptly easing the pain and promptly stepping between his parted legs. Dominic clutched what he could of Matt's waist as his mouth was attacked, his tongue becoming vigorously sucked in an almost rhythmic pattern. He was swiftly becoming consumed with Matthew's presence, feeling as though he was wearing no coat at all but burning, being devoured by the heat that radiated from Matthew's core. In the strangest of ways, if felt as though he had pushed his desire for Matthew behind a levee, and with each lick to the roof of his mouth, every thrust of his hips into Dominic's groin, cracks were forming, simply begging for there to be a flood.
He heard himself, distantly, whimpering and releasing small moans into the atmosphere. The elevator felt almost claustrophobic, and when Matthew moved his mouth to Dominic's neck, he briefly opened his eyes to ground himself in his surroundings. It was a futile attempt, Matthew's mouth sucking and nipping the delicate skin of his neck roughly in an attempt to leave a mark forced Dominic's eyes to roll back and suddenly he didn't care if the elevator shaft was caving in - it merely meant they would be closer.
And suddenly, he was terribly alone. His body craved Matthew's body as he watched the brunet leave the elevator, the doors open wide to his hall and a gentle beeping resonating through his mind. Dominic stumbled off the railing without Matthew to hold him up and his knees momentarily gave beneath him, forcing him to clutch the railing in order to stop himself form hitting the floor. It was mesmerizing, the way in which Matthew turned to smile at him from over his shoulder, guitar case dangling at his side as he walked before he slipped from view.
As Dominic quickly exited the elevator, it shocked him that he had been so completely devoured by Matthew in so brief a time, their ride in the elevator taking no more than a minute at most. Matthew leaned against his door, patiently waiting for Dominic to stand next to him, and because of his behavior, Dom decided to walk as slowly as possible. He had felt Matthew's erection against his own, and he knew the brunet was just as eager as he. And so, he figured, if Matthew could be a devilish tease, so could he.
It was then that Dominic was reminded that Matthew had told him he was a very sexual creature. Experience had proved that the brunet had not been lying, though, Dominic felt as though he had already known it was the truth before it had even been questioned. There were ways in which his body emulated sexual energy, inexplicable ways in which he was completely arresting that went beyond his intense moments on stage. Momentarily, Dominic thought on how Matthew had become so sexually experienced, skilled with his tongue and a master with his hands. While Dominic had, of course, had his share of girlfriends and sexual experiences, he felt as though Matthew had somehow practiced with a more skilled tutor or, at the very least, seemed to know how to please Dominic because it was written in his DNA.
And even still, it was a remarkable contrast in his being, the way Matthew would change around sexual contact. His shy demeanor evaporating in an atmosphere heavy with want, all pretenses of polite formality becoming replaced with suggestive hip movements and filthy touches of hands. He seemed to favor eroticism, seemed to enjoy it more than any other partner that Dominic had ever had, and, without question, he shined in it.
Coming to stand at his door, Dominic pulled his keys from his coat pocket, the feeling of blue eyes grazing every nuance of his body nearly causing him to fumble with the metal.
"You could have used your own," Dominic said. As soon as he spoke, he resented using the power of speech. There was a kinetic form of communication occurring in the atmosphere, and he regretted stifling it with his mouth.
"I wanted to wait for you. I'll always wait for you."
There was a way in which Matthew spoke that made every word wash over him like warm butter, sticky and rich, each vocal inflection shooting straight to his cock. It was more than clear that Matthew was insinuating something deeper in his utterance of waiting, it was an implication of shared orgasm.
Stifling his body's reaction, he held the door for Matthew, the brunet smiling as he pushed himself off the doorframe and entered. Shutting the door behind him, Dom watched the way Matthew dropped his guitar to the floor, moving slowly through the flat as he began to take off his coat. Unbuttoning his own jacket, Dom walked behind Matthew, savoring the way in which their frantic urgency in the elevator had cooled just enough to watch the way Matthew's shoulder blades flexed and moved beneath his shirt.
A creature to be marveled at, Matthew stood in the open space between the kitchen and the bedroom, arms moving to work the jacket down and off. He reached to his right and flicked the switch for the kitchen, the light creating an otherworldly glow around the hard line of his features. His body was a magnetic force, pulling Dom to him, begging to be touched. Skin fully wrapped in clothes, he remained a a masterpiece of erotic desire, one hip jutting to the side as he stood, willing Dominic to come and do as he will.
The blonde stepped behind him, slowly dragging his hands over the fabric of his shirt, bunching as he went to reveal the skin of his waist. Pressed flush against Matthew's back, his hands continued until his fingers toyed idly with the collar of the shirt, stroking the soft skin of the brunet's creamy neck. He was rewarded with the vision of Matthew's profile, eyelashes covering the azure irises as he gazed with parted lips back towards Dom. Dominic was thankful, then, that his fingers were long enough to reach under Matthew's chin, lifting his face up and back to capture his lips in a kiss that forced a whimper from Matthew's chest.
It was an intensely erotic feeling, the sensation of having control over Matthew, of dominating the brunet who so often possessed him completely. The sensation of Matthew pushing back against his groin, the knowledge that he had turned the man in his arms into and needy and desperate little thing made the synapses in his brain fall under haywire.
Thrusting his tongue into Matthew's mouth, he created a rhythm that he mimicked with his hips into Matthew's bum, the brunet pushing back in time, moaning, as his hands came to fist in Dominic's hair. With a smirk, Dom dropped his right hand from Matthew's chin, dragged it with almost affectionate slowness down the smaller man's torso, only to palm the hardness at the apex of his thighs roughly.
A sharp cry rang from Matthew's lips, the kiss ending on the most pornographic sound he had ever heard. Blue eyes opened wide, and suddenly Dom felt like he was drowning in the hungry pools. Within seconds, Matthew had turned in his arms and was forcing Dominic against the wall next to his bedroom door, turning him so his chest was pressed tightly against the cool plaster. His fingers gripped and slid, pressing for leverage as Matthew drove his hips into his arse. Wetting his lips, he dragged his tongue along his bottom lip only for Matthew to take it into his mouth and suck on it as though he were trying to force Dominic's very soul from his mouth.
He released him with a gasp and another teasing blow to his hips. Panting, Dominic fingered desperately at the wall.
"Matt," he breathed.
"How does it feel?" Matthew asked. "This is what you were doing to me. How does it make you feel?" Dominic shivered, Matthew's nose running from the crook of his neck to his ear, where Matthew nibbled roughly on the soft lobe. Sharp hipbones pressed into his hips, and he found himself yearning to bite along the contours.
"Matt, please." His voice was trembling and he didn't care. "Bedroom."
The word had barely passed the threshold of his lips before Matthew had pushed off of him, backing away as he tugged his shirt over his head. The separation made Dominic ache, and he soon followed suit, entering the bedroom as he undid the buttons to his shirt. Fingers swiftly tugging on the leather of his belt, he studied the way Matthew's stomach muscles clenched as he wiggled out of his trousers, standing proudly in just the black of his boxers.
While it was not the first time he had witnessed Matthew in such an exquisite state of undress, the cream of his skin never ceased to stop the blonde in his tracks. He always stood so beautifully, like a statue of marble than a man of flesh.
"You're so perfect, Matt," Dom whispered, not realizing what he had said before it was too late.
With slow, silent steps on the hardwood, Matthew walked to Dominic with a shy smile playing on his lips. His long fingers came to the button and fly of Dominic's trousers, toying with the metal as he met Dominic's gaze with eyes that were practically starving.
"Take your pants off so I can suck you. Ok, beautiful?"
The words dripped one by one into Dominic's groin, pooling and igniting a fire like no other.
"Are you sure?" he panted as Matthew impishly nipped at his bottom lip. "We haven't done anything like...I mean we just -"
Matthew walked him back to the bed, pushing Dominic down onto his back as he pulled Dominic's trousers off. "You haven't," he smiled, "but I have. And oh, I don't think you can understand how badly I want to." He came to straddle Dominic's hips, his mouth sucking on Dom's lips suggestively.
Explicit moans left Dom's chest, only to be swallowed eagerly by Matthew's mouth, drinking them down like his favourite tonic. Propping himself on his elbows he watched as Matthew's lips slipped from his mouth down to his neck, leaving a wet trail which ended at the collarbone he eagerly sucked. Tremors began to pass violently through the blonde, his head thrown back as his vision began to blur.
"Mmmm," Matthew sighed. Dom lowered his head to find the man sliding from his hips, coming to his knees at the edge of the bed. With his nose running lines down Dominic's abdomen, he came to rest happily between his parted legs, his face turning in to caress Dominic's inner thigh. His hands came to the waistband of Dominic's boxers, his fingers tracing along the fabric, a sweet sensation that made Dominic lightheaded. He found the strength to lift his arse allowing Matthew to slide his boxers down his legs, his cock springing free and sending shivers down his spine as it hit the air. He was throbbing, all his blood pulsing and pushing towards his erection, turning it a dark shade of purple. Forcing himself to be grounded in reality, he watched as an impish grin spread along Matt's features.
"Now," the brunet said, "sanctify my mouth."
It was the last word he said before he silenced himself with Dominic's cock, his tongue tracing along the head with profound expertise. At the feel of the intense heat around his cock, Dominic's elbows gave out, his body collapsing on top of his sheets with a cry. Fisting one hand in his hair, he was reminded of the last time he had a mouth on his cock, of all the numerous times, and all the ways none of those moments felt as beautiful or erotic or as powerful as the way Matthew sucked with shameless greed.
And though he knew greed was a sin, his body and his heart burned with the knowledge that they both viewed the encounter as something holy, a communion of their desires. He couldn't shake the idea: the halo of Matthew's mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, the velvet of his tongue stroking with precision, the heat and the force all serving to drag his soul into a carnal heaven.
He was taken down to the hilt, his cock hitting the back of Matthew's throat and he screamed. his voice braking off on an almost painful gasp as Matthew moaned in pleasure, the vibration spreading all throughout his body. Dominic arched his spine, rising off the bed like a bow, one hand grasping madly at his sheets, the other tugging at his hair as he let out a sob of pleasure. As Matthew's hands clutched his arse cheeks, lifting just enough so Dominic's legs came to rest over his shoulders, Dominic began panting. There was never enough air in his lungs, his chest burning and his eyes caught between fluttering shut and rolling back in his head.
"Shit, I can't," Dom choked. "I won't last - I'm gonna - unng, Matthew."
He was released into the atmosphere, Matthew sucking kisses along the inside of his thigh as he began to speak.
"Acaba para mi guapo, hazio en mi boca, quiero beber de ti," Matthew whispered along the thin skin of his thighs, his eyes locking proudly with Dominic's.
He was a master of seduction, and Dominic was defenseless against his mouth, his voice, and his language. In an instant, Matthew had taken him back in his mouth, sucking diligently and with incredible force. It became too much for Dominic to handle, the aftermath of Matthew's tongue as he spoke and the present of his tongue wrapped like a vice around his cock, he felt himself squeezed to the brim.
His orgasm hit him with impossible force, his body shaking and his breathing becoming ragged. He came with severity, his hips bucking into Matthew's mouth as the brunet eagerly drank all the he had to offer. Shutting his eyes tightly, he gasped in painful whimpers and muttered incomprehensible words into the air.
He felt matthew release him, crawling up his body as he happily licked the come off his bottom lip. Boneless, Dominic rested atop his bed, melting into the sheets, evaporating into the atmosphere that was heavy and thick with sex. Matthew came to rest next to him, sitting on his side as he stared happily at Dominic's profile. Dominic warmed at the affection flowing from Matthew's eyes, his afterglow enveloping him in a tender cocoon.
And then he wondered something, moment of insecurity breaching his content silence.
"Matthew," he whispered, not entirely capable of speech.
"Hmm?" Matthew murmured, his fingers toying with strands of Dominic's blonde hair.
"Whenever we're...together...like this," he said, unsure of how to phrase their intimacy, "it's always you. You're always the one satisfying me. I can't help but wonder...do I...do I affect you all...like this?" He finally turned his head to the brunet, the blue eyes twinkling with happiness.
Biting his lip, Matthew reached for Dominic's right hand, slowly bringing it across the bed to the fabric of his boxers. His hand was pressed against the large bulge the clothing protected, and Dom hissed at the heat of it.
"Do you feel this?" Matthew whispered. "I am so hard right now. How could you think you didn't affect me. You can always feel it." His blue eyes bore holes into Dominic, pleasding with Dominic to make him understand.
He chuckled. "Yes, I know I can get you hard but...is it more than that? I mean, when I'm around you all I want you to do is just...consume me. And I worry that it isn't the same for you."
"Dom, of course it is." Matthew released his hand, bringing his own to cup his cheek. Dominic nuzzled into the touch, but kept his hand at the erection under his hand. He smiled as he watched his hand cup and squeeze it. "I want you...all the time. I want you always," he finished with a hiss.
"Then why don't you let me touch you like this." He whispered the words with a powerful blush.
"Because you never asked," he said simply, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What?" His eyes flashed back to Matthew's, the words catching him off guard.
"Dom, I told you. I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. I want you to tell me what you want."
Realization washed over him and made him flush with emotion. Consent was a powerful thing, consenting to sex and physical intimacy merely doubled that power, allowing another person to cross the borders of one's body. The word 'yes' was definitive and forced the speaker to own their desires, meant complete trust in another. His desires for Matthew were something he owned, but the body of his lover was something that he yearned to posses. And so he pressed the bone of his palm directly into Matthew's erection, smiling at the shocked moan that passed between his parted lips.
"I want to touch you, Matthew," he said, his voice taking on a strong, deep timbre. "I would like to touch you."
It felt like hours, the way Dominic guided Matthew to his orgasm, pumping with his fist in sharp and deliberate movements. The symphony of sounds Matthew released into his bedroom seemed to soak into the walls, lingering on the paint a little longer to remind Dominic that the most seductive creature he had ever met came for him on his bedsheets.
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Date: 2011-06-05 05:43 pm (UTC)I need a cold shower.
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