Gluttony
For the furorscribendi Gluttony challenge
Never Stop Hunting You
R
EW/DM
Summary: Lij's shaky, Dom's undone.
Untrue in fact, true enough in ethics
Tell me everything.
Never enough. Not ever. Can't get there. Not from here, not from anywhere.
No idea, really, before, that anything, anyone, could be so desirable, and so impossible of attainment.
I'd never have called myself "glutton".
But I can't get enough of you:
Leaning in the doorway laughing when you see me online, eyes to the screen, forehead wrinkled, shoulders hunched, surfing domlijah and hanarobi as though you were in there.
Crossing the room silently, no hobbit feet here, the heat of you increasing exponentially with the decreasing distance between us.
Chin resting on my head, elbows in my knotted traps, loosening my shoulders, back, grip on reality.
Lips on my lips, tongue in my mouth, eyes millimeters from mine and endless, endless green-grey-gold softness filling me.
But I'm never filled.
Come in my mouth, my ass, my navel; in the bedroom, in the car, in public; once. Twice. A hundred times.
Bite me. Leave bruises. Order me: I'll do anything-but it will never be enough. Enough of your skin on mine. Sparks between the hair on your arms and the hair on mine. Your cock and mine between our clasped hands.
God, Dom, hold me-fill me-don't leave me-don't go. You can't really get away: I'll never stop hunting you.
Never Stop Hunting You
R
EW/DM
Summary: Lij's shaky, Dom's undone.
Untrue in fact, true enough in ethics
Tell me everything.
Never enough. Not ever. Can't get there. Not from here, not from anywhere.
No idea, really, before, that anything, anyone, could be so desirable, and so impossible of attainment.
I'd never have called myself "glutton".
But I can't get enough of you:
Leaning in the doorway laughing when you see me online, eyes to the screen, forehead wrinkled, shoulders hunched, surfing domlijah and hanarobi as though you were in there.
Crossing the room silently, no hobbit feet here, the heat of you increasing exponentially with the decreasing distance between us.
Chin resting on my head, elbows in my knotted traps, loosening my shoulders, back, grip on reality.
Lips on my lips, tongue in my mouth, eyes millimeters from mine and endless, endless green-grey-gold softness filling me.
But I'm never filled.
Come in my mouth, my ass, my navel; in the bedroom, in the car, in public; once. Twice. A hundred times.
Bite me. Leave bruises. Order me: I'll do anything-but it will never be enough. Enough of your skin on mine. Sparks between the hair on your arms and the hair on mine. Your cock and mine between our clasped hands.
God, Dom, hold me-fill me-don't leave me-don't go. You can't really get away: I'll never stop hunting you.