S&M (One Shot)
Dom danced around the room, unaware of Matt watching him from the doorway. His slim hips waved from side to side as he slunk towards the piano, duster in hand. The song blasting from the radio was hypnotic, and reminded Matt of a club: heavy synthesised beats, the tweaked-to-perfection voice. It was surprising that this song was being played; there would normally have been uproar about it. ‘Too raunchy,’ some would have said, ‘too explicit.’ Matt was grateful that the radio station had decided to play it.
‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it,
Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me.
Matt held a hand over his mouth to stifle his gasp as Dom sung along to the chorus, the movements of his body becoming more and more seductive by the second. He slipped into the room silently as the chorus repeated, and stood behind Dom, eyes fixated on the arse in front of him. He watched as Dom flicked his hips sharply from side to side as the radio blasted out S-S-S-S M-M-M, and grabbed hold of him, pulling the blonde back against him, grinding his hardness into Dom’s firm rear. His lips met Dom’s earlobe, biting and tugging. He released it as Dom gasped, to whisper into his ear ‘chains and whips excite you?’ His hands ran up Dom’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as the blonde panted. His index finger traced a circle around Dom’s peaked left nipple through the soft cotton of his t shirt. Dom’s head fell back onto his shoulder, face buried in Matt’s neck, nipping softly. Matt’s hands fell slowly down to the growing bulge in Dom’s jeans, straining against the restrictive fabric. Long fingers laced together, creating a surface for Dom to roll his hips into, long moans escaping from his open mouth, sweat beginning to cover his skin in a thin layer. The end of the song faded out, leaving the room in complete silence, save for Dom’s harsh breathing as Matt teased him through his jeans, until the radio presenter announced ‘that was S&M, Rihanna. Next we have…’
Matt reached over and turned the radio off, plunging the pair back into complete silence. He pulled his hands away from Dom’s crotch, ignoring the groan of protest, and wrapped his fingers around one slim wrist, dragging Dom from the room, down the hall to their dim bedroom. Choosing to keep the lights on a low setting, he shoved Dom, who stumbled into the centre of the room.
‘Take your clothes off and wait for me there.’
Not waiting to see Dom’s answering nod, Matt walked out of the room swiftly, not wanting to stay away for too long. He pulled his laptop along the kitchen counter towards him, quickly loading up a music site and selecting the song he wanted. He clicked the ‘repeat’ option and shed his shirt, impatiently pushing the buttons through the holes and dropping his arms to his sides, allowing the shirt to float down to the floor. Shirtless, he picked up the laptop and carried it to the bedroom, his nipples reacting to the cold and drawing a shiver out of him. He entered without looking at Dom, only turning to inspect the golden body when he’d placed his laptop down and pressed play. The same song that they had heard, minutes before, filtered out of his speakers. Matt’s eyes started at the floor, climbing up Dom’s legs, thin tendrils of lust winding themselves around the slim muscles. His gaze jumped from Dom’s thighs to his hard cock, the head shining with pre-come. He took in the toned stomach, the nearly hairless chest, the long neck. His eyes studied the smooth skin of Dom’s chin and cheeks, unmarked by stubble, up his nose and he fell into the grey eyes, pools of lust and want and need. He took a step forward, and another, and another, until the tips of their toes touched, Matt’s socked feet against Dom’s naked toes. He raised a hand and took Dom’s arm, wrapping his cold fingers around Dom’s warm skin, raising goosebumps and gaining a shudder. He turned the blonde silently, allowing the music to talk for him.
Chains and whips excite me…
He placed his free hand between Dom’s shoulder blades, releasing his grip on the strong arm, and guided him to stand against the wall. He took one wrist in a gentle hold and raised it, placing the hand flat on the wall. He did the same with Dom’s other arm and nudged the blonde’s legs apart. Stepping back, he admired the willing body spread out for him, flat against the wall. A wicked grin spread across his face. He reached for his riding crop, twirling it with one hand while supporting it with the other. He toyed with the leather loop at the end while simply watching Dom. He could see that the blonde was getting nervous, the subtle shifting of weight from one leg to the other a giveaway. He slunk back to stand behind Dom, holding the crop firmly in his left hand and raising his right to cup his cheek. Dom leant into the touch, turning his head to kiss Matt’s palm.
‘You ready?’
The blonde nodded, biting his lip as he turned back to face the wall. Matt slipped back to stand on Dom’s left, crop back in his right hand. The first blow landed on Dom’s fleshy backside, making him yelp, a sound which turned into a moan.
Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on,
It’s exactly what I’ve been yearning for, give it to me strong.
Matt hit him again, leaving a second thin, pink stripe across golden flesh. Dom moaned, interrupting the song.
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.
Matt drew his arm back again, and again, leaving his marks all over Dom. He stopped after five more strokes, breath heaving, the skin of Dom’s back pink and sore-looking. He dropped the whip on the floor, ignoring dull thump as it hit the carpet, and took a step towards Dom. He placed his hands on Dom’s waist and traced one of the welts with the tip of his tongue, feeling rather than hearing the sharp intake of breath. He dragged the fingertips of his right hand up Dom’s ribcage, gently massaging his shoulder and neck with his thumb. His fingers ghosted over Dom’s cheek and probed at his mouth. Dom eagerly sucked the fingers in, tongue twirling around them, coating them in saliva as Matt’s tongue continued to trace the lines marking his back. With a little pop, Matt withdrew his fingers from the hot, wet mouth and trailed them back down Dom’s back. He teased the blonde, his fingers circling his entrance, feeling the fluttering of his muscles before pushing in. One finger stretched Dom; he pushed back onto it, needing Matt deeper. A second finger was added, then a third. Matt hooked his fingers slightly…
Dom howled. There. Matt grinned, stroking the spot again and feeling Dom’s muscles tighten around him, clinging onto his fingers, needing him to stay there. He pulled out, ignoring the whines of protest that came from the slender blonde, hurriedly undoing his jeans and pushing them down, kicking them off and away, his boxers entangled in the jeans. He pressed Dom against the wall, a silent command to keep still. He almost ran to the bedside table, yanking the top drawer open and grabbing the small tube, slicking himself up before hurrying back to the blonde. He rubbed himself against Dom’s smooth arse, sliding easily between his cheeks. He pressed in slowly, groaning and biting into Dom’s shoulder as the sensations, the hot, tight feeling overpowering him. He stilled, resisting the temptation to just grab Dom’s hips and fuck him. The blonde, however, pushed straight back onto Matt’s cock.
‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it.
Matt released Dom’s shoulder from between his teeth, grinning wolfishly at the purple bruise colouring the sweaty skin.
Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it.
He pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slowly, carefully torturing Dom. He pulled back again, but slammed back in, his fingernails digging into the flesh of Dom’s hips. He repeated the action, angling his hips just so, the head of his cock glancing Dom’s prostate. Dom’s hands hadn’t moved from where Matt had placed them against the wall, and his nails scraped against the plaster, trying and failing to find something to hold onto. Matt kept thrusting, each time shoving Dom into the wall again, only supported by his hands. The blonde placed his forehead to the wall, the cool surface soothing his sweating brow as Matt’s thrusts became more rough and erratic.
‘Touch yourself, Dom. I’m close; I want us to come together.’
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
His right arm dropped down from the wall, his left bending to cushion his forehead. He looked down, watching his fingers wrap around his own cock, stroking quickly, tugging…
But chains and whips excite me.
His breathing was ragged, sharp inhalations of air when he could. His mouth hung open, moans and cries ripping themselves away from his raw throat. Matt’s panted breath was warm and wet on his shoulder, mixing with the coat of sweat covering his feverish skin. He pushed back onto Matt and then into his fist, tightening his grip around himself.
S-S-S-S M-M-M
He felt Matt push into him again, fucking him deep, his body trapped between Matt’s and the wall. He twisted his wrist; he was so close, he only needed a little bit more…
S-S-S-S M-M-M
‘Fuck!’ they cried together, both falling into oblivion as they came. Matt’s cock brushed Dom’s prostate and was rewarded with Dom’s muscles clenching as he started to come, prompting his own orgasm. Their bodies moved together, Matt pushing Dom’s hips forward as he continued to thrust. The blonde was weak, legs shaking, as he allowed Matt to hold him up against the wall as they rode out their orgasms, Dom’s hand still wrapped around his cock. Exhausted, they both sank to the floor, Dom sitting with Matt’s arms and legs wrapped around his body. Somehow, Matt had shifted them so that his back was against the wall, and he leant back, allowing Dom to rest against his chest. The blonde’s body rose and fell with the movement of Matt’s chest as they both tried to catch their breath. Dom closed his eyes, mouth wide open as he gulped down mouthfuls of air. Matt’s arms snuck around his waist, holding him close as the song came to an end with an echo of
S-S-S-S M-M-M.