Chaste (4b/?)
Title: Chaste
Author: ashamedbliss
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17/18
Fic summary: Based on the following prompt from mkmeme, which was: AU Belldom. Dom's in his early 20s, outrageously attractive (obviously) and a sex ed teacher. He's also a nervous virgin. Matt's a bold 17 year old student who discovers "Mr H's" secret shame. And he decides to take matters into his own hands.
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Disclaimer: much as I and many other ladies would love to own Muse, I don't. This is totally fictional, I'm not making profit, and pretty please don't steal it *bats eyelashes*
Author's Note: Massive thanks to Angela for watching me write this, and for everyone on twitter helping to kick my arse into gear. You guys have no idea how much you all helped. This is in three parts because it’s SO LONG aka over 9000 words lmao I fucked up I hope you enjoy <3
A few hours later, Matthew sat on a park bench on the outskirts of town, with a belly full of bacon sandwich and a Boots carrier bag by his side. He laughed in the quiet park as he remembered the face of the young female cashier as he went through the checkout with a jumbo box of condoms (the kind specialised for anal sex, of course), with an equally as large bottle of lube and a specialised bottle of massage oil.
There were a few elderly couples around the park, dotted about on the other benches. Matthew looked at them with a sense of longing that was new and foreign. He wished he would still be happily in love when he reached that age. He shook the thought out of his head quickly as he saw a figure approaching from the distance.
“You’re early,” he said as a way of greeting. Dominic smiled sheepishly before gesturing to the bag.
“Gave my A-Level class a study period,” he said with a shrug, placing his briefcase down at the end of the bench. “What’s in there?” Dominic asked as he sat down next to Matthew at a comfortable distance, eyes scanning the park.
“An elephant and your sense of adventure,” Matthew deadpanned, before finally cracking a smile at Dominic’s confused face. “I fucking told you at school,” he said, before tucking the bag out of sight as Dominic tried to peek. “Lube and condoms. Extra large, may I add,” Matthew said as he dropped his voice a tone. Dominic felt a shiver run down his spine, before something pinged in his brain.
“Matthew... I don’t think I’m that big.”
“I never said they were for you.”
Dominic swallowed. “Oh.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, sexual tension bristling between them as the birds continued singing overhead and the general roar of the city droned on, outside of their isolated bubble. As Dominic searched desperately for something to say to Matthew, who was so coolly sat there, every single muscle in his body oozing a feeling of self-contentment, an opportunity presented itself.
An elegant black cat strode into sight, tail high and swaying, along the edge of one of the flowerbeds. Matthew called to her effortlessly, and her ears pricked up before she turned to face him. With a smile on his face unlike any that Dominic had ever seen, Matthew beckoned her with his hand. With wide eyes, she followed the motion, jumping up onto the space on the bench between them. Instantly, Matthew was stroking her back with delicate touches.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured lowly, and Dominic felt a strange sense of warmth spread through his chest. Perhaps pride, perhaps infatuation, possibly both. “Who’s a pretty girl?”
Tentatively, Dominic raised his hand and stroked the cat’s head, allowing his fingers to brush with Matthew’s for a moment. Dominic watched the boy smile, before he coyly looked up from his new friend to his teacher.
“I’ve always wanted a cat,” Matthew said lowly, as to not scare away the currently purring animal. “We had one when I was little but I never really remember having her. I was always good with pets,” he said, pressing his fingers just into a spot behind her ear. The purring got louder.
“I didn’t think you were capable of being this affectionate,” Dominic tried, smirking at Matthew. The boy laughed lowly.
“Oi, sir, don’t be mean now,” he said, purposefully ghosting his fingers across the back of Dominic’s hand. The sensitive skin there caused him to flinch, in turn causing the cat’s head to jolt up. She stood up, turned around prettily, and dropped off the edge of the bench, sauntering away once more.
“Sorry,” Dominic muttered. Just as he was going to draw his hand away entirely from the now empty space between them, Matthew grabbed it, squeezing it just once before letting it go, folding his own hands in his lap.
“I didn’t realise you were so sensitive.”
Dominic turned away from the flowers to look at Matthew once more, something he’d been wanting to do all day and now couldn’t quite get his fill of. There was a tone of challenge in his words, but as he stared out into the distance Dominic could see none of that on his face. His blue eyes flicked towards him once, before looking back out to the rest of the park. “It’s rude to stare,” he said, this time with the very ghost of a smile on his lips. He rummaged around in his bag beside him, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. “Do you mind?” he asked, turning back towards Dominic.
“Only if you’re not sharing.”
Matthew’s brow furrowed. “I thought you didn’t smoke?” he asked, nevertheless opening the lid of the half-empty carton and offering it to Dominic. Dominic plucked one from the box.
“It’s been a long day,” he said, watching as Matthew lit his own cigarette and took a quick drag.
“Mm,” Matthew said, “can’t wait to get home.”
As Matthew said this, he reached towards Dominic’s cigarette with his lighter. He cupped the flame as he lit the cigarette, the very tips of his fingers brushing the stubble near the corner of Dominic’s mouth. Their eyes met, briefly, and the full impact of what Matthew said sunk into Dominic’s veins.
They sat back in their seats, and Dominic took a long drag, exhaling noisily. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I needed that.”
“It’s bad for your health. I wouldn’t recommend it,” Matthew said with a little laugh. He tapped the ash of his cigarette towards the ground.
“You’re bad for my health, but here I am.”
Matthew thought about that for a second, turning towards his teacher. He looked serene, staring out at the park with his head tipped back and eyes narrowed slightly, though not in malice. Perhaps in contentment. The smoke from his cigarette coiled upwards in a lazy spiral, and Matthew subtly licked his lips at the sight of his teacher in his suit jacket, reclining quite happily on the bench with a cigarette in his hand. He looked like some kind of model for a fancy magazine. It was like every one of his wet dreams combined.
“Touché,” he said simply, for fear of saying something ridiculous instead. For the first time, he was worried not that he would look uncool or he would become less popular for something he said. As he took a shaky drag on his cigarette, he realised that for the first time, he was genuinely concerned that he would offend Dominic somehow. And that was not something he wanted to do in the slightest.
“You know,” Dominic said quietly, as to break the silence. Matthew’s eyes traced his cigarette as it went to his full lips and back. Dominic exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “In those films, I never understood what the appeal was in a post-sex cigarette. Now, though,” he paused, evidently looking Matthew up and down, “I think I can see the attraction.”
Matthew smiled in return, just a little, until the full meaning of the words sunk in. He pictured them, sweaty and exhausted after a long, tantalising fuck, cigarettes in hand with the bedsheets dishevelled around their hips, as they stared at the ceiling with grins across their faces. Matthew pictured this, and he bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. He took a final drag of his cigarette before flicking the stub out along the path. He turned to Dominic.
“I think we need to leave,” Dominic said, stealing the words right from his mouth. He stood up, picked up his briefcase and began to talk in the opposite direction to which he had came. Matthew slung his bag over his shoulder, picking up the carrier bag as he stood up and jogged to catch up with Dominic.
“My house is just off this park,” Dominic said, and Matthew looked to see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke. They turned a corner. “It’s on that street there, with all the terraced houses.”
“Cute,” Matthew said with a smirk.
“Anything but,” Dominic said, casting a casual glance over his shoulder. “There’s at least four bottles of unfinished Jack Daniels around the house. The cellar’s a home gym, I like to get nice and sweaty when I bench press. Oh, and there’s a well violated dildo in my bedside table.”
Matthew made the quietest whining sound. It was Dominic’s turn to smirk.
“Not quite so cute now, hmm?” Dominic said lowly, before picking up the pace ever so slightly.
He glanced occasionally at Matthew, watching the boy’s hands twitch as he bit his lip. They continued walking under a canopy of trees and eventually to the road, at which point Dominic pointed out that his house was the one with the red door.
“I can’t wait to be pressed up against it,” Matthew said lowly, as a mother pushing a pram passed them, “your lips on my neck.”
“I thought you were the one wanting to fuck me?” Dominic replied in a similar tone, as they both crossed the street and walked up to Dominic’s door. He pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket.
“I am this close to asking you to fuck me until I’m sore,” Matthew said, as Dominic pushed open the door and gestured for Matthew to walk into the hallway, plainly decorated and sparse of anything particularly resembling Dominic’s possessions. Dominic turned to shut the door behind them, and as he turned back Matthew was smirking at him.
“But not close enough,” he said, before he pressed Dominic up against the door and kissed him.
Dominic let out a surprised yelp that soon turned into a moan as Matthew pressed him harder against the door, running his fingers through his hair. He nipped his bottom lip playfully, before their mouths opened and their tongues met. Dominic’s hands roamed Matthew’s back, one sliding up beneath his t-shirt and eliciting a hiss from the student. Tipping his head back to thud against the wood of the door, Matthew began kissing down Dominic’s neck, sucking wetly for a brief moment on his Adam’s apple.
“Been thinking about you all day,” Dominic whispered, as Matthew disentangled his hands from his hair to pop a button on his shirt. His lips ghosted over the dusting of golden hair on his chest, and the rush of Matthew’s breath against his dampened skin set his heart thudding. “Couldn’t wait to get you like this.”
Matthew stood up straight again, Dominic cracking his eyelids to meet the wild blue stare before him. “I think I’m the one who has got you like this, actually,” he said with that infuriating grin Dominic had learned to admire, and he leant forward to kiss him. He was pushed back against the door, however, as Matthew’s nimble fingers slid to his shoulders and pushed his jacket down his arms. It fell to the floor with a thud, and Dominic used the opportunity to hold Matthew’s face with both his hands, deepening their kiss further. Matthew whined, and Dominic committed the sound to memory as they broke for air.
Panting, Matthew’s fingers worked down the buttons of Dominic’s shirt with ease, a grin spreading across his face as he reached the bottom. He pushed the shirt from Dominic’s broad shoulders, pale fingers touching as much tanned skin as they could reach. He hadn’t been able to see Mister Howard like this last night, and as his fingers skirted down his defined torso to his abs, Matthew struggled to fight the grin that remained on his face.
“I hope that’s not all you’re going to do to me tonight,” Dominic said, and Matthew’s head snapped up to see his teacher’s dangerous smirk.
Looks like someone’s finally found their confidence.
“I mean, it’s awfully cute, but--”
Matthew pushed Dominic hard against the door, with his hand against his shoulder and a stern look on his face. “Call me cute again and I will make you beg for it,” Matthew warned, one hand still gripping Dominic’s shoulder but the other ghosting the outline of his cock in his suit trousers. Dominic’s mouth twitched into a smirk, before Matthew slammed his shoulder blade back against the door again.
“That hurts, you twat,” Dominic growled, and Matthew's dick jumped in his jeans. A flash of true anger had crossed his teacher’s face, and it was absolutely erotic.
“Please,” Matthew said in a dismissive tone, with a small smile on his face. He batted his eyelashes, just once. “A little bit of roughness never hurt anyone.”
“Glad to hear it,” Dominic said with a wry smile, and Matthew’s hand increased the pressure on his cock. The smile faltered as he gasped. “I don’t plan on calling you cute again. I’ve learnt my lesson, I promise.”
Dominic smirked.
“Sir,” he drawled.
Matthew stepped back with his eyebrows raised, his face a state of shock. Slowly but surely, a smile crept onto his face, and he chuckled, just once. “You bastard,” he half-said, half-laughed. “I’m gonna make you come so hard. Bedroom, now.”
Grinning, Dominic toed off his shoes, kicking them noisily into the corner before bounding up the stairs in a manner that radiated with familiarity. Matthew followed suit, slinging his schoolbag down to the ground but taking the carrier bag upstairs with him. When he reached the top of the stairs, only one of the doors was open, through which he could see Dominic hurriedly pulling the duvet up his bed and fluffing one of the pillows.
“Not expecting company?” Matthew asked, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. He watches the nubs of Dominic’s spine roll up into a standing position, as the man turns to greet him.
“I was in a rush this morning. Someone kept me up late,” Dominic said, tone not quite sarcastic but already most of the way there. Matthew stepped into the room.
“Get on the bed,” he said in a tone which allowed no room for argument. Matthew pulled the condoms and lube out of the carrier bag, leaving the massage oil aside as he put it on Dominic’s chest of drawers.
Dominic was propped up against his pillows, watching Matthew put one knee on the bed with hungry eyes. He crawled up Dominic’s body, placing the lube and condoms on his bedside table, before settling himself on top of the warm body beneath him for a slow, languid kiss. Dominic's hips pressed up against his own, before long legs slowly wrapped around his waist. Matthew rolled his hips, his erection pressing against Dominic’s, and the man below him moaned.
“We didn’t get around to foreplay last time, did we?” Matthew asked as he broke the kiss. “Someone was too impatient.”
“Sorry, sir,” Dominic said as he tipped his head back into the pillows, letting Matthew nip gently at the corner of his jaw. They both knew that it was Matthew who had been impatient last night, yet neither would admit it.
“You’ll pay for that,” Matthew whispered against Dominic’s skin. Dominic’s hands, which had been placed firmly on Matthew’s arse, slowly slid up under his t-shirt, encouraging the boy to remove the garment. Matthew nipped Dominic’s skin just a little harder. “And that. Be patient.”
“But I can’t be patient,” Dominic said, running a hand through Matthew’s hair as he rolled his hips upwards again. He grabbed Matthew’s hand, thrusting it between their bodies, rolling his cock upwards against his open palm. “Can’t you feel how hard you’ve made me? I need you so badly, sir,” Dominic said lowly. He released Matthew’s hand, instead tucking his hands behind his head, biceps bulging with the strain of it. He tried his hardest not to smirk when he saw Matthew admiring the prominent veins in them, but he failed.
“You’re such a shit,” Matthew said, shuffling backwards whilst pressing kisses down Dominic’s chest, stopping just above his belly button as his chin scraped the metal buckle of Dominic’s belt. He ran the tip of his nose down the outline of Dominic’s cock in his trousers, before straightening up, sitting on his heels between Dominic’s spread legs. “Beg me for it.”
Dominic let out a snort of laughter. “What?!”
“Beg. Me. For. It.” Matthew said slowly, enunciating every word with clear conviction. He sat up slightly, arching his back as he pulled off his bright red t-shirt and flung it to the foor. Dominic caught a glimpse of a second tattoo on his left shoulder, but suddenly Matthew’s hands were on Dominic’s thighs, and moving upwards. “You want my cock, you beg for my cock.”
Dominic inhaled sharply as Matthew’s thumbs brushed near his crotch, before he moved his hands away again. “Please,” he found himself saying, and as the thought of being filled by Matthew rushed into his head, words began to rush from his mouth. “Please sir, I need to be filled. I need your cock more than anything I’ve ever needed, I’ve been so bad, I need punishing, please sir, I--”
Matthew silenced Dominic with a frantic kiss, Dominic’s hands now down between them as he undid Matthew’s belt and fly. The student sighed as Dominic wrapped a hand around his dick, and even through his boxers it felt so good. He thrust into Dominic’s grip, almost begging for it himself before he realised that he was in charge.
“Trousers off,” Matthew said, and Dominic’s hand dropped from his crotch to his own. Matthew peeled his jeans down his legs and kicked them off the bed, followed by his socks and then his boxers. When he turned back, Dominic had thrown his trousers and boxers off the bed and was now fully naked, spread along the length of the bed with his pretty pink cock laying against his thigh.
“Fuck,” Matthew breathed, stroking himself gently, distractedly. “You look so good like that,” he continued, and Dominic let down his guard for a moment as he nervously grinned at Matthew. The brunet crawled up the bed again, laying flush against Dominic’s hard planes of muscle to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’ll be gentle,” Matthew said, gifting Dominic with another kiss. “At least, to begin with,” he continued in a darker tone with a wicked grin. Dominic made a sound low in his throat, three parts approval and one part desire, as Matthew reached for the lube.
Sitting back on his heels between Dominic’s legs once more, he coated his fingers generously before tossing the bottle aside. Giggling, he put the smallest amount of lube on his little finger, and drew a small, sticky smile just above the base of Dominic’s cock.
“You’re an idiot,” Dominic laughed, and any tension that had been between them melted away.
Matthew frowned comically. “That’s no way to speak to your teacher,” he said in a deep voice, attempting to imitate Mister Howard. Instead, Dominic laughed.
“And what exactly, are you going to be teaching me? I hardly-- shit that’s cold.”
Matthew had traced one lubricated finger gently around Dominic’s entrance, giving his balls a gentle fondle with his free hand. “Sorry, what were you saying?” Matthew said with a smirk, looking up to find Dominic biting his lip in anticipation. “I was saying how I was going to teach you all about feeling good.”
Matthew pressed the tip of his finger into Dominic, allowing Dominic to get used to the sensation before he pushed it in further. He’d already been told that Dominic was a keen fan of using toys; he wasn’t going to waste any time being gentle with his fingers.
“It... it feels so good when it’s someone else, when it’s not... not yourself,” Dominic said, as Matthew withdrew slightly to add a second finger. He spread them as they were inside Dominic, and his teacher mewled. With his free hand, he tugged at his own cock, although the image of Dominic running his hands through his blond hair and twitching in anticipation kept him more than aroused.
“I never said you couldn’t touch yourself,” Matthew said, a dark surprise in his tone. Dominic fisted one hand in his hair and the other against his sheets.
“Like I said,” Dominic began, before his words trailed off into a moan as Matthew added a third finger. His legs bent at the knee as he drew them closer to his body, toes curling with pleasure. “Fuck, cunting hell.”
“Love it when you use that dirty mouth of yours,” Matthew said, left hand moving from his own dick to Dominic’s, working both of his hands in sync as to drive Dominic to the very edge. Dominic’s mouth opened in a gasp and he pressed his head back into the pillows, sweat curling the ends of his hair.
“I need your cock inside me right now,” Dominic ground out, lifting his head to meet Matthew’s eyes. “Need you to fuck me until I forget my name. M-Matthew,” Dominic whined as Matthew’s fingers purposefully brushed his prostate. The sound of Matthew’s name in such a desperate tone made the student’s dick twitch, and stopped touching Dominic for a moment as he reached for the condoms.
part four c
Author: ashamedbliss
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17/18
Fic summary: Based on the following prompt from mkmeme, which was: AU Belldom. Dom's in his early 20s, outrageously attractive (obviously) and a sex ed teacher. He's also a nervous virgin. Matt's a bold 17 year old student who discovers "Mr H's" secret shame. And he decides to take matters into his own hands.
Feedback: appreciated like vinyls don’t look at me like that
Disclaimer: much as I and many other ladies would love to own Muse, I don't. This is totally fictional, I'm not making profit, and pretty please don't steal it *bats eyelashes*
Author's Note: Massive thanks to Angela for watching me write this, and for everyone on twitter helping to kick my arse into gear. You guys have no idea how much you all helped. This is in three parts because it’s SO LONG aka over 9000 words lmao I fucked up I hope you enjoy <3
A few hours later, Matthew sat on a park bench on the outskirts of town, with a belly full of bacon sandwich and a Boots carrier bag by his side. He laughed in the quiet park as he remembered the face of the young female cashier as he went through the checkout with a jumbo box of condoms (the kind specialised for anal sex, of course), with an equally as large bottle of lube and a specialised bottle of massage oil.
There were a few elderly couples around the park, dotted about on the other benches. Matthew looked at them with a sense of longing that was new and foreign. He wished he would still be happily in love when he reached that age. He shook the thought out of his head quickly as he saw a figure approaching from the distance.
“You’re early,” he said as a way of greeting. Dominic smiled sheepishly before gesturing to the bag.
“Gave my A-Level class a study period,” he said with a shrug, placing his briefcase down at the end of the bench. “What’s in there?” Dominic asked as he sat down next to Matthew at a comfortable distance, eyes scanning the park.
“An elephant and your sense of adventure,” Matthew deadpanned, before finally cracking a smile at Dominic’s confused face. “I fucking told you at school,” he said, before tucking the bag out of sight as Dominic tried to peek. “Lube and condoms. Extra large, may I add,” Matthew said as he dropped his voice a tone. Dominic felt a shiver run down his spine, before something pinged in his brain.
“Matthew... I don’t think I’m that big.”
“I never said they were for you.”
Dominic swallowed. “Oh.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, sexual tension bristling between them as the birds continued singing overhead and the general roar of the city droned on, outside of their isolated bubble. As Dominic searched desperately for something to say to Matthew, who was so coolly sat there, every single muscle in his body oozing a feeling of self-contentment, an opportunity presented itself.
An elegant black cat strode into sight, tail high and swaying, along the edge of one of the flowerbeds. Matthew called to her effortlessly, and her ears pricked up before she turned to face him. With a smile on his face unlike any that Dominic had ever seen, Matthew beckoned her with his hand. With wide eyes, she followed the motion, jumping up onto the space on the bench between them. Instantly, Matthew was stroking her back with delicate touches.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured lowly, and Dominic felt a strange sense of warmth spread through his chest. Perhaps pride, perhaps infatuation, possibly both. “Who’s a pretty girl?”
Tentatively, Dominic raised his hand and stroked the cat’s head, allowing his fingers to brush with Matthew’s for a moment. Dominic watched the boy smile, before he coyly looked up from his new friend to his teacher.
“I’ve always wanted a cat,” Matthew said lowly, as to not scare away the currently purring animal. “We had one when I was little but I never really remember having her. I was always good with pets,” he said, pressing his fingers just into a spot behind her ear. The purring got louder.
“I didn’t think you were capable of being this affectionate,” Dominic tried, smirking at Matthew. The boy laughed lowly.
“Oi, sir, don’t be mean now,” he said, purposefully ghosting his fingers across the back of Dominic’s hand. The sensitive skin there caused him to flinch, in turn causing the cat’s head to jolt up. She stood up, turned around prettily, and dropped off the edge of the bench, sauntering away once more.
“Sorry,” Dominic muttered. Just as he was going to draw his hand away entirely from the now empty space between them, Matthew grabbed it, squeezing it just once before letting it go, folding his own hands in his lap.
“I didn’t realise you were so sensitive.”
Dominic turned away from the flowers to look at Matthew once more, something he’d been wanting to do all day and now couldn’t quite get his fill of. There was a tone of challenge in his words, but as he stared out into the distance Dominic could see none of that on his face. His blue eyes flicked towards him once, before looking back out to the rest of the park. “It’s rude to stare,” he said, this time with the very ghost of a smile on his lips. He rummaged around in his bag beside him, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. “Do you mind?” he asked, turning back towards Dominic.
“Only if you’re not sharing.”
Matthew’s brow furrowed. “I thought you didn’t smoke?” he asked, nevertheless opening the lid of the half-empty carton and offering it to Dominic. Dominic plucked one from the box.
“It’s been a long day,” he said, watching as Matthew lit his own cigarette and took a quick drag.
“Mm,” Matthew said, “can’t wait to get home.”
As Matthew said this, he reached towards Dominic’s cigarette with his lighter. He cupped the flame as he lit the cigarette, the very tips of his fingers brushing the stubble near the corner of Dominic’s mouth. Their eyes met, briefly, and the full impact of what Matthew said sunk into Dominic’s veins.
They sat back in their seats, and Dominic took a long drag, exhaling noisily. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I needed that.”
“It’s bad for your health. I wouldn’t recommend it,” Matthew said with a little laugh. He tapped the ash of his cigarette towards the ground.
“You’re bad for my health, but here I am.”
Matthew thought about that for a second, turning towards his teacher. He looked serene, staring out at the park with his head tipped back and eyes narrowed slightly, though not in malice. Perhaps in contentment. The smoke from his cigarette coiled upwards in a lazy spiral, and Matthew subtly licked his lips at the sight of his teacher in his suit jacket, reclining quite happily on the bench with a cigarette in his hand. He looked like some kind of model for a fancy magazine. It was like every one of his wet dreams combined.
“Touché,” he said simply, for fear of saying something ridiculous instead. For the first time, he was worried not that he would look uncool or he would become less popular for something he said. As he took a shaky drag on his cigarette, he realised that for the first time, he was genuinely concerned that he would offend Dominic somehow. And that was not something he wanted to do in the slightest.
“You know,” Dominic said quietly, as to break the silence. Matthew’s eyes traced his cigarette as it went to his full lips and back. Dominic exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “In those films, I never understood what the appeal was in a post-sex cigarette. Now, though,” he paused, evidently looking Matthew up and down, “I think I can see the attraction.”
Matthew smiled in return, just a little, until the full meaning of the words sunk in. He pictured them, sweaty and exhausted after a long, tantalising fuck, cigarettes in hand with the bedsheets dishevelled around their hips, as they stared at the ceiling with grins across their faces. Matthew pictured this, and he bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. He took a final drag of his cigarette before flicking the stub out along the path. He turned to Dominic.
“I think we need to leave,” Dominic said, stealing the words right from his mouth. He stood up, picked up his briefcase and began to talk in the opposite direction to which he had came. Matthew slung his bag over his shoulder, picking up the carrier bag as he stood up and jogged to catch up with Dominic.
“My house is just off this park,” Dominic said, and Matthew looked to see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke. They turned a corner. “It’s on that street there, with all the terraced houses.”
“Cute,” Matthew said with a smirk.
“Anything but,” Dominic said, casting a casual glance over his shoulder. “There’s at least four bottles of unfinished Jack Daniels around the house. The cellar’s a home gym, I like to get nice and sweaty when I bench press. Oh, and there’s a well violated dildo in my bedside table.”
Matthew made the quietest whining sound. It was Dominic’s turn to smirk.
“Not quite so cute now, hmm?” Dominic said lowly, before picking up the pace ever so slightly.
He glanced occasionally at Matthew, watching the boy’s hands twitch as he bit his lip. They continued walking under a canopy of trees and eventually to the road, at which point Dominic pointed out that his house was the one with the red door.
“I can’t wait to be pressed up against it,” Matthew said lowly, as a mother pushing a pram passed them, “your lips on my neck.”
“I thought you were the one wanting to fuck me?” Dominic replied in a similar tone, as they both crossed the street and walked up to Dominic’s door. He pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket.
“I am this close to asking you to fuck me until I’m sore,” Matthew said, as Dominic pushed open the door and gestured for Matthew to walk into the hallway, plainly decorated and sparse of anything particularly resembling Dominic’s possessions. Dominic turned to shut the door behind them, and as he turned back Matthew was smirking at him.
“But not close enough,” he said, before he pressed Dominic up against the door and kissed him.
Dominic let out a surprised yelp that soon turned into a moan as Matthew pressed him harder against the door, running his fingers through his hair. He nipped his bottom lip playfully, before their mouths opened and their tongues met. Dominic’s hands roamed Matthew’s back, one sliding up beneath his t-shirt and eliciting a hiss from the student. Tipping his head back to thud against the wood of the door, Matthew began kissing down Dominic’s neck, sucking wetly for a brief moment on his Adam’s apple.
“Been thinking about you all day,” Dominic whispered, as Matthew disentangled his hands from his hair to pop a button on his shirt. His lips ghosted over the dusting of golden hair on his chest, and the rush of Matthew’s breath against his dampened skin set his heart thudding. “Couldn’t wait to get you like this.”
Matthew stood up straight again, Dominic cracking his eyelids to meet the wild blue stare before him. “I think I’m the one who has got you like this, actually,” he said with that infuriating grin Dominic had learned to admire, and he leant forward to kiss him. He was pushed back against the door, however, as Matthew’s nimble fingers slid to his shoulders and pushed his jacket down his arms. It fell to the floor with a thud, and Dominic used the opportunity to hold Matthew’s face with both his hands, deepening their kiss further. Matthew whined, and Dominic committed the sound to memory as they broke for air.
Panting, Matthew’s fingers worked down the buttons of Dominic’s shirt with ease, a grin spreading across his face as he reached the bottom. He pushed the shirt from Dominic’s broad shoulders, pale fingers touching as much tanned skin as they could reach. He hadn’t been able to see Mister Howard like this last night, and as his fingers skirted down his defined torso to his abs, Matthew struggled to fight the grin that remained on his face.
“I hope that’s not all you’re going to do to me tonight,” Dominic said, and Matthew’s head snapped up to see his teacher’s dangerous smirk.
Looks like someone’s finally found their confidence.
“I mean, it’s awfully cute, but--”
Matthew pushed Dominic hard against the door, with his hand against his shoulder and a stern look on his face. “Call me cute again and I will make you beg for it,” Matthew warned, one hand still gripping Dominic’s shoulder but the other ghosting the outline of his cock in his suit trousers. Dominic’s mouth twitched into a smirk, before Matthew slammed his shoulder blade back against the door again.
“That hurts, you twat,” Dominic growled, and Matthew's dick jumped in his jeans. A flash of true anger had crossed his teacher’s face, and it was absolutely erotic.
“Please,” Matthew said in a dismissive tone, with a small smile on his face. He batted his eyelashes, just once. “A little bit of roughness never hurt anyone.”
“Glad to hear it,” Dominic said with a wry smile, and Matthew’s hand increased the pressure on his cock. The smile faltered as he gasped. “I don’t plan on calling you cute again. I’ve learnt my lesson, I promise.”
Dominic smirked.
“Sir,” he drawled.
Matthew stepped back with his eyebrows raised, his face a state of shock. Slowly but surely, a smile crept onto his face, and he chuckled, just once. “You bastard,” he half-said, half-laughed. “I’m gonna make you come so hard. Bedroom, now.”
Grinning, Dominic toed off his shoes, kicking them noisily into the corner before bounding up the stairs in a manner that radiated with familiarity. Matthew followed suit, slinging his schoolbag down to the ground but taking the carrier bag upstairs with him. When he reached the top of the stairs, only one of the doors was open, through which he could see Dominic hurriedly pulling the duvet up his bed and fluffing one of the pillows.
“Not expecting company?” Matthew asked, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. He watches the nubs of Dominic’s spine roll up into a standing position, as the man turns to greet him.
“I was in a rush this morning. Someone kept me up late,” Dominic said, tone not quite sarcastic but already most of the way there. Matthew stepped into the room.
“Get on the bed,” he said in a tone which allowed no room for argument. Matthew pulled the condoms and lube out of the carrier bag, leaving the massage oil aside as he put it on Dominic’s chest of drawers.
Dominic was propped up against his pillows, watching Matthew put one knee on the bed with hungry eyes. He crawled up Dominic’s body, placing the lube and condoms on his bedside table, before settling himself on top of the warm body beneath him for a slow, languid kiss. Dominic's hips pressed up against his own, before long legs slowly wrapped around his waist. Matthew rolled his hips, his erection pressing against Dominic’s, and the man below him moaned.
“We didn’t get around to foreplay last time, did we?” Matthew asked as he broke the kiss. “Someone was too impatient.”
“Sorry, sir,” Dominic said as he tipped his head back into the pillows, letting Matthew nip gently at the corner of his jaw. They both knew that it was Matthew who had been impatient last night, yet neither would admit it.
“You’ll pay for that,” Matthew whispered against Dominic’s skin. Dominic’s hands, which had been placed firmly on Matthew’s arse, slowly slid up under his t-shirt, encouraging the boy to remove the garment. Matthew nipped Dominic’s skin just a little harder. “And that. Be patient.”
“But I can’t be patient,” Dominic said, running a hand through Matthew’s hair as he rolled his hips upwards again. He grabbed Matthew’s hand, thrusting it between their bodies, rolling his cock upwards against his open palm. “Can’t you feel how hard you’ve made me? I need you so badly, sir,” Dominic said lowly. He released Matthew’s hand, instead tucking his hands behind his head, biceps bulging with the strain of it. He tried his hardest not to smirk when he saw Matthew admiring the prominent veins in them, but he failed.
“You’re such a shit,” Matthew said, shuffling backwards whilst pressing kisses down Dominic’s chest, stopping just above his belly button as his chin scraped the metal buckle of Dominic’s belt. He ran the tip of his nose down the outline of Dominic’s cock in his trousers, before straightening up, sitting on his heels between Dominic’s spread legs. “Beg me for it.”
Dominic let out a snort of laughter. “What?!”
“Beg. Me. For. It.” Matthew said slowly, enunciating every word with clear conviction. He sat up slightly, arching his back as he pulled off his bright red t-shirt and flung it to the foor. Dominic caught a glimpse of a second tattoo on his left shoulder, but suddenly Matthew’s hands were on Dominic’s thighs, and moving upwards. “You want my cock, you beg for my cock.”
Dominic inhaled sharply as Matthew’s thumbs brushed near his crotch, before he moved his hands away again. “Please,” he found himself saying, and as the thought of being filled by Matthew rushed into his head, words began to rush from his mouth. “Please sir, I need to be filled. I need your cock more than anything I’ve ever needed, I’ve been so bad, I need punishing, please sir, I--”
Matthew silenced Dominic with a frantic kiss, Dominic’s hands now down between them as he undid Matthew’s belt and fly. The student sighed as Dominic wrapped a hand around his dick, and even through his boxers it felt so good. He thrust into Dominic’s grip, almost begging for it himself before he realised that he was in charge.
“Trousers off,” Matthew said, and Dominic’s hand dropped from his crotch to his own. Matthew peeled his jeans down his legs and kicked them off the bed, followed by his socks and then his boxers. When he turned back, Dominic had thrown his trousers and boxers off the bed and was now fully naked, spread along the length of the bed with his pretty pink cock laying against his thigh.
“Fuck,” Matthew breathed, stroking himself gently, distractedly. “You look so good like that,” he continued, and Dominic let down his guard for a moment as he nervously grinned at Matthew. The brunet crawled up the bed again, laying flush against Dominic’s hard planes of muscle to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’ll be gentle,” Matthew said, gifting Dominic with another kiss. “At least, to begin with,” he continued in a darker tone with a wicked grin. Dominic made a sound low in his throat, three parts approval and one part desire, as Matthew reached for the lube.
Sitting back on his heels between Dominic’s legs once more, he coated his fingers generously before tossing the bottle aside. Giggling, he put the smallest amount of lube on his little finger, and drew a small, sticky smile just above the base of Dominic’s cock.
“You’re an idiot,” Dominic laughed, and any tension that had been between them melted away.
Matthew frowned comically. “That’s no way to speak to your teacher,” he said in a deep voice, attempting to imitate Mister Howard. Instead, Dominic laughed.
“And what exactly, are you going to be teaching me? I hardly-- shit that’s cold.”
Matthew had traced one lubricated finger gently around Dominic’s entrance, giving his balls a gentle fondle with his free hand. “Sorry, what were you saying?” Matthew said with a smirk, looking up to find Dominic biting his lip in anticipation. “I was saying how I was going to teach you all about feeling good.”
Matthew pressed the tip of his finger into Dominic, allowing Dominic to get used to the sensation before he pushed it in further. He’d already been told that Dominic was a keen fan of using toys; he wasn’t going to waste any time being gentle with his fingers.
“It... it feels so good when it’s someone else, when it’s not... not yourself,” Dominic said, as Matthew withdrew slightly to add a second finger. He spread them as they were inside Dominic, and his teacher mewled. With his free hand, he tugged at his own cock, although the image of Dominic running his hands through his blond hair and twitching in anticipation kept him more than aroused.
“I never said you couldn’t touch yourself,” Matthew said, a dark surprise in his tone. Dominic fisted one hand in his hair and the other against his sheets.
“Like I said,” Dominic began, before his words trailed off into a moan as Matthew added a third finger. His legs bent at the knee as he drew them closer to his body, toes curling with pleasure. “Fuck, cunting hell.”
“Love it when you use that dirty mouth of yours,” Matthew said, left hand moving from his own dick to Dominic’s, working both of his hands in sync as to drive Dominic to the very edge. Dominic’s mouth opened in a gasp and he pressed his head back into the pillows, sweat curling the ends of his hair.
“I need your cock inside me right now,” Dominic ground out, lifting his head to meet Matthew’s eyes. “Need you to fuck me until I forget my name. M-Matthew,” Dominic whined as Matthew’s fingers purposefully brushed his prostate. The sound of Matthew’s name in such a desperate tone made the student’s dick twitch, and stopped touching Dominic for a moment as he reached for the condoms.
part four c