Scratch
Title: Scratch
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: NC-17
WARNINGS: smut, a very smutty smut
Summary: Dom is trying out a new look.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, and everything that happened here is pure crazy ass fiction
Author's note: I felt like I really needed something that involved Dom's beard, because that beard is love and life and everything I can't believe his face with that beard. Now that's clear, this is my first smut so ehhhh I don't know if it will be any good. Hope so, though! Reviews are lovely and welcome <3 enjoy!
The yellow light from the bathroom flicked inside our dark hotel room. It was nighttime and I wasn't too keen on getting up to turn on the lights. I was lying on my bed scrolling through my phone, looking for something interesting to distract me, dressed in whole black clothes, loose black shirt, skinny black pants and my favorite sneakers; the only thing that was missing was Dominic being ready for us to finally go out with Chris and Tom.
"Matt, you think I should shave now?" I heard his voice from the bathroom, which suddenly got my eyes away from the lit screen in front of me. I pondered if I should get up and check if he should or shouldn't shave or not, and I decided to guide myself to the yellow lit room, throwing my phone on the bed.
I stopped by the door and looked at Dom standing in front of the mirror; he had a black towel loosely griped on his waist, his equally black hair messy and wet, just as wet as the rest of his well-built body; it was becoming clearer and clearer that he was working out. He was leaning on the sink to get a proper look at the newly grown beard that started to differ from the recently dyed hair showing shades of a very blond or nearly ginger hair.
"Jesus, you look fucking great." was all I could gather in my mind. He smirked and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"Well, you're not bad yourself, darling." I huffed in response; he knew how ridiculous I find him calling me 'darling', and kept doing it. Such a little tease. He was back gazing at his facial hair, running his hands through it, trying to get used to feeling. "I never let one of these grow, but I'm quite enjoying it." he turned around and rested his lower back on the sink, his arms folded in front of his chest, making his muscles even more prominent. He looked at me, asking with his eyes what my opinion was.
"I think you should let it grow, you know. It looks quite good with the dark hair, in fact, you look good with it, you look so fucking amazing like this..." I said with my tone descending with each word. Years could and would pass, but I would never stop being amazed by Dominic's looks. He was impossibly good looking, all that could be considered flaws only added to the beautiful harmony on his face. Add that to the fantastic person he was, the way he could light up any room with his laugh, or how he had every power over me, more than any of the women I dated. I've known that man for so long and I couldn't stop loving him and, especially right now, lusting over him.
I didn't know how long I stood there, thinking all of these thoughts, but I knew I had to kiss him immediately. I stepped forward and he simply waited for me, with that well-known devilish smile on his face. He only moved to grip me by my hips when I was close enough, while I tangled my fingers through the dark mess atop his head. His lips crashed lazily into mine, our tongues soon finding each other and letting themselves get lost in the moment. The feeling of his almost beard was almost foreign to me, but the sandpaper scratch on my recently shaved chin felt amazing. We might as well have been kissing for hours until he pulled me closer to his body by my hips, making me feel every inch of him glued to me, including his now obvious boner.
"Someone's excited, huh?" I said near his earlobe as I slowly bit it. He groaned as I knew he would when one of my hands let go of his beautiful hair to travel down to his ass, squeezing it lightly.
"I'm not the only one, fucker." he laughed and rubbed his palm on my clothed hard-on. How could I even prevent having one of those when I was making out with that sex god? 'Sex god', Jesus, do I even hear my own thoughts? I grunted back and latched my teeth on his shoulders, making my way to his neck, licking his Adam's apple so slightly that I could feel his moan running thought my tongue. He turned me around making me be the one against the sink with my teeth still marking his tanned skin with what would become a lovely hickey.
"Let's see how much you enjoy it." his skin was soon detached from my lips, and I felt his own soft kisses though my collarbone. I had been ready and dressed for quite a while now, but he pay no mind to that, taking my shirt off in an instant. He continued to kiss my body down, scratching his stubble on my skin, probably leaving soft marks and a soft tingling wherever he passed. I looked down at him through his whole way, until he was down on his knees. Always a fucking amazing scene to my eyes.
He took his time undoing my belt and pulling my pants down to my ankles, breathing heavily near the thin fabric of my boxers and letting the soft puffs of hot air hit me; even from up here, I could see that little smile on his face when he looked at my dick that was demanding his attention, a demand that was quickly executed.
Dom never rushed when he was going to suck me, the whole anticipation only making more sensitive to anything he did to me, and he knew that far too well. I soon closed my eyes and let my head fall back, my hands holding the edge of the sink for support, as I knew it could be a while and I had nothing to worry about. In our first times, we were both unexperienced teenagers, and I never had the chance to practice anything beyond our encounters; but Dom was always better and better.
My legs trembled a little when I felt Dom pressing a kiss against the tip of my cock, still trapped inside my boxers. He grazed his teeth through my whole length, sending shivers up my spine.
"Ready for it?" he said with a husky voice, his daring tone making me smile. Oh, that build up.
"Just do it, you teasing bastard." he took no time to push the last layer of fabric down to my ankles and quickly putting his fist around my erection, pumping it ever so slowly. His thumb occasionally ran through my slit, making me shiver once again and smearing the pre-come that was already leaking.
Soon, I felt the warm wetness of his mouth taking me in entirely, even if slowly. I gazed at his head moving back and forth, and he looked directly at me, humming in approval. I smirked and licked my lips; I could hardly get tired of seeing him like this, pleasing me and enjoying himself. He stopped sucking me for a while, probably to get some air, but I couldn't be away from his lips any longer.
"Get up here, Dom." he looked quickly at me and obliged. We were in eye level again; his focused on mine, his fist still moving around my cock that ached for release. I could see the sweat running down his forehead now, his cheeks flushed, the pupils so blown it was hard to see that shade of grey in his irises. He looked gorgeous once again. "Fuck..."
I didn't even had to get rid of any clothing to reach his own cock with my hand, the towel that once was there was already on the floor, probably having fell down at some point. The movements of our fists in each other's dicks were soon synchronized, as well as our soft noises.
Dom buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips kissing my skin and teeth grazing through it. I could feel that new stubble scratching again on my most sensitive spot, right on my collarbone. I used one hand to encourage that scratching, which he understood clearly and continued on what he was doing. It all felt too good and my own noises got louder with that new feeling. Our hands were replaced by the pure friction of our erections together, he held me once again by my hips, his own rolling on top of mine; I could feel the unmistakable heat from my orgasm from the lower part of my spine, all the way up to where Dom's beard was scratching me, only enhancing that experience.
His hips started rocking harder and more erratically against my cock, his moans and whimpers against my skin taking me even closer to the edge. He came first between our bodies with a loud moan and I followed him seconds after, painting both of our chests with the white liquid. We didn't move for some time, just holding each other closely and still panting breathless from our high.
"I guess..." Dom finally said after a while, lifting his head and looking at me. His hair was half dry, still messy, and his face was flushed red, that beautiful post-sex face. "I guess you liked the beard."
What a little fucker.
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: NC-17
WARNINGS: smut, a very smutty smut
Summary: Dom is trying out a new look.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, and everything that happened here is pure crazy ass fiction
Author's note: I felt like I really needed something that involved Dom's beard, because that beard is love and life and everything I can't believe his face with that beard. Now that's clear, this is my first smut so ehhhh I don't know if it will be any good. Hope so, though! Reviews are lovely and welcome <3 enjoy!
The yellow light from the bathroom flicked inside our dark hotel room. It was nighttime and I wasn't too keen on getting up to turn on the lights. I was lying on my bed scrolling through my phone, looking for something interesting to distract me, dressed in whole black clothes, loose black shirt, skinny black pants and my favorite sneakers; the only thing that was missing was Dominic being ready for us to finally go out with Chris and Tom.
"Matt, you think I should shave now?" I heard his voice from the bathroom, which suddenly got my eyes away from the lit screen in front of me. I pondered if I should get up and check if he should or shouldn't shave or not, and I decided to guide myself to the yellow lit room, throwing my phone on the bed.
I stopped by the door and looked at Dom standing in front of the mirror; he had a black towel loosely griped on his waist, his equally black hair messy and wet, just as wet as the rest of his well-built body; it was becoming clearer and clearer that he was working out. He was leaning on the sink to get a proper look at the newly grown beard that started to differ from the recently dyed hair showing shades of a very blond or nearly ginger hair.
"Jesus, you look fucking great." was all I could gather in my mind. He smirked and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"Well, you're not bad yourself, darling." I huffed in response; he knew how ridiculous I find him calling me 'darling', and kept doing it. Such a little tease. He was back gazing at his facial hair, running his hands through it, trying to get used to feeling. "I never let one of these grow, but I'm quite enjoying it." he turned around and rested his lower back on the sink, his arms folded in front of his chest, making his muscles even more prominent. He looked at me, asking with his eyes what my opinion was.
"I think you should let it grow, you know. It looks quite good with the dark hair, in fact, you look good with it, you look so fucking amazing like this..." I said with my tone descending with each word. Years could and would pass, but I would never stop being amazed by Dominic's looks. He was impossibly good looking, all that could be considered flaws only added to the beautiful harmony on his face. Add that to the fantastic person he was, the way he could light up any room with his laugh, or how he had every power over me, more than any of the women I dated. I've known that man for so long and I couldn't stop loving him and, especially right now, lusting over him.
I didn't know how long I stood there, thinking all of these thoughts, but I knew I had to kiss him immediately. I stepped forward and he simply waited for me, with that well-known devilish smile on his face. He only moved to grip me by my hips when I was close enough, while I tangled my fingers through the dark mess atop his head. His lips crashed lazily into mine, our tongues soon finding each other and letting themselves get lost in the moment. The feeling of his almost beard was almost foreign to me, but the sandpaper scratch on my recently shaved chin felt amazing. We might as well have been kissing for hours until he pulled me closer to his body by my hips, making me feel every inch of him glued to me, including his now obvious boner.
"Someone's excited, huh?" I said near his earlobe as I slowly bit it. He groaned as I knew he would when one of my hands let go of his beautiful hair to travel down to his ass, squeezing it lightly.
"I'm not the only one, fucker." he laughed and rubbed his palm on my clothed hard-on. How could I even prevent having one of those when I was making out with that sex god? 'Sex god', Jesus, do I even hear my own thoughts? I grunted back and latched my teeth on his shoulders, making my way to his neck, licking his Adam's apple so slightly that I could feel his moan running thought my tongue. He turned me around making me be the one against the sink with my teeth still marking his tanned skin with what would become a lovely hickey.
"Let's see how much you enjoy it." his skin was soon detached from my lips, and I felt his own soft kisses though my collarbone. I had been ready and dressed for quite a while now, but he pay no mind to that, taking my shirt off in an instant. He continued to kiss my body down, scratching his stubble on my skin, probably leaving soft marks and a soft tingling wherever he passed. I looked down at him through his whole way, until he was down on his knees. Always a fucking amazing scene to my eyes.
He took his time undoing my belt and pulling my pants down to my ankles, breathing heavily near the thin fabric of my boxers and letting the soft puffs of hot air hit me; even from up here, I could see that little smile on his face when he looked at my dick that was demanding his attention, a demand that was quickly executed.
Dom never rushed when he was going to suck me, the whole anticipation only making more sensitive to anything he did to me, and he knew that far too well. I soon closed my eyes and let my head fall back, my hands holding the edge of the sink for support, as I knew it could be a while and I had nothing to worry about. In our first times, we were both unexperienced teenagers, and I never had the chance to practice anything beyond our encounters; but Dom was always better and better.
My legs trembled a little when I felt Dom pressing a kiss against the tip of my cock, still trapped inside my boxers. He grazed his teeth through my whole length, sending shivers up my spine.
"Ready for it?" he said with a husky voice, his daring tone making me smile. Oh, that build up.
"Just do it, you teasing bastard." he took no time to push the last layer of fabric down to my ankles and quickly putting his fist around my erection, pumping it ever so slowly. His thumb occasionally ran through my slit, making me shiver once again and smearing the pre-come that was already leaking.
Soon, I felt the warm wetness of his mouth taking me in entirely, even if slowly. I gazed at his head moving back and forth, and he looked directly at me, humming in approval. I smirked and licked my lips; I could hardly get tired of seeing him like this, pleasing me and enjoying himself. He stopped sucking me for a while, probably to get some air, but I couldn't be away from his lips any longer.
"Get up here, Dom." he looked quickly at me and obliged. We were in eye level again; his focused on mine, his fist still moving around my cock that ached for release. I could see the sweat running down his forehead now, his cheeks flushed, the pupils so blown it was hard to see that shade of grey in his irises. He looked gorgeous once again. "Fuck..."
I didn't even had to get rid of any clothing to reach his own cock with my hand, the towel that once was there was already on the floor, probably having fell down at some point. The movements of our fists in each other's dicks were soon synchronized, as well as our soft noises.
Dom buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips kissing my skin and teeth grazing through it. I could feel that new stubble scratching again on my most sensitive spot, right on my collarbone. I used one hand to encourage that scratching, which he understood clearly and continued on what he was doing. It all felt too good and my own noises got louder with that new feeling. Our hands were replaced by the pure friction of our erections together, he held me once again by my hips, his own rolling on top of mine; I could feel the unmistakable heat from my orgasm from the lower part of my spine, all the way up to where Dom's beard was scratching me, only enhancing that experience.
His hips started rocking harder and more erratically against my cock, his moans and whimpers against my skin taking me even closer to the edge. He came first between our bodies with a loud moan and I followed him seconds after, painting both of our chests with the white liquid. We didn't move for some time, just holding each other closely and still panting breathless from our high.
"I guess..." Dom finally said after a while, lifting his head and looking at me. His hair was half dry, still messy, and his face was flushed red, that beautiful post-sex face. "I guess you liked the beard."
What a little fucker.