Dancing In The Flames (One Shot) - A
Dom giggled as Matt walked into the kitchen, his suit dishevelled and the expression on his face one of confusion.
“Did you get off work early?” Matt asked, walking over to Dom and pressing a kiss to his full lips before walking to their bedroom to get changed out of his suit.
“Yeah, so I’d have time to cook. Thought I’d surprise you,” Dom called, starting to plate up their food. Matt came wandering back out of the bedroom a couple of minutes later, walking up behind Dom and wrapping his arms around the blond’s slim torso, resting his chin on Dom’s shoulder and turning his head to place a kiss to the soft skin underneath Dom’s ear, smiling as the lean body in his arms shuddered and the metal serving spoon clanged against the stainless steel pan. Sliding his hands down to Dom’s hips, he squeezed gently before stepping away and tapping his bum.
“Come on, then, hurry up; I’m starving.”
Dom rolled his eyes fondly and, smiling, finished plating up the food he’d prepared as part of his plan of sweet-talking Matt into what he wanted to do that weekend. He picked up the two plates of steaming food and carried them through to the dining room where Matt was setting the table for the two of them. He set the plates down carefully and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the box of matches lying on the side, striking one and lighting the candles in the simple candle holder on the dining room table.
“This is romantic,” Matt smirked, “What are you after?”
“Do I have to be after something to treat you?” Dom replied, slipping around the table and pulling Matt’s chair out for him before he could do it himself.
“Such a gentleman,” Matt simpered before bursting out into giggles. Dom managed to keep a straight face until he’d sat down opposite Matt and caught his gaze. The look in the blue eyes set him off and they laughed for a couple of minutes, bursting into a new fit of the giggles every time they locked eyes, feeling especially giddy. By the time they managed to calm down, their food was cool enough to eat, and the following couple of minutes were spent eating quickly and Matt complimenting Dom on the food. Their pace gradually slowed down and allowed for conversation.
“How was your day?” Dom enquired, popping a bit of roast potato into his mouth.
Matt looked up from cutting his chicken breast and pulled a face, making Dom giggle and choke on his mouthful. He swallowed quickly and reached for his glass of wine, gulping it down.
“Not good, then?” he asked as soon as he could speak again. Matt shook his head, his mouth full of roasted chicken. He swallowed, wincing as the too-large mouthful squeezed down his oesophagus.
“Awful,” he said. “Just as I was about to leave, someone brought me a case that needed finishing off before the end of the day for first thing tomorrow morning, and I was the only person left who was experienced enough to take it, which is why I was late back - sorry about that, by the way.”
Dom shook his head. “It’s alright, just call next time, yeah? I was starting to get worried.”
Matt looked up through his over long fringe, smiling slightly. “Sorry. What about your day?”
Shrugging, Dom murmured, “It was okay. Bit boring, really. Then I escaped at lunch to come back here.” Meeting Matt’s eyes, he pulled a bit of broccoli off his fork and chewed, Matt’s eyes watching the movements of his throat as he swallowed.
“And what do you want?”
Dom started, lost in his own thoughts as he ate mindlessly. “Hmm? Oh, nothing; like I said, I just wanted to treat you.”
Matt smiled. “You forget how well I know you, Dom. I believe that you’d just treat me like this, but not today. You’ve got that aura of apprehension around you, and it’s showing in your eyes. Is there something wrong?”
Dom’s eyes dropped to his plate and his teeth nibbled at his bottom lip. Setting his knife and fork down delicately on his plate, he took a deep breath in and looked up, meeting Matt’s wide blue eyes.
“Can we go to that place this Saturday? I know you weren’t too keen on it last time, and I know we said we’d save it for our next trip into London, but I really fancy going...”
Matt stood up and strode around to Dom’s side of the table meaningfully. He gestured for Dom to move his chair backwards and straddled his lap, fusing his lips to Dom’s.
“That’s what you were worried about?” Matt breathed against Dom’s lips. He nodded and accepted Matt’s tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and feeling the vibrations of Matt’s moan on his lips. Matt pulled back again and murmured, “Yes,” before standing up, pulling his left leg over Dom’s lap, brushing his knee carefully against Dom’s hard crotch. Food forgotten, Matt offered Dom his hand and pulled him up, yanking him so their bodies collided and their lips crashed together again. Matt’s hands roamed down Dom’s back and to his arse, squeezing firmly and pulling their groins together. They ground against each other, Matt biting down Dom’s jaw and neck, sucking hard and sinking his teeth into Dom’s pulse point, the blond groaning and grabbing Matt’s head to hold him against his neck, his other hand mirroring Matt’s position on his own arse and holding the smaller man’s body close to his own, pushing his groin closer to Matt’s hips and grinding against him.
“More,” he moaned when Matt’s teeth released his skin. He loosened his grip on Matt’s hair when he felt him pushing back, just for the smaller man to skim his nose along Dom’s collarbone. The blond sighed breathily and Matt removed his hands from Dom’s arse, wrapping his fingers around his slim wrist instead.
“C’mon,” Matt muttered, pulling Dom along to the bedroom. He stopped in the hall and pushed the blond against the wall, pressing their bodies together and licking the bruise he had left. He left a kiss on the purple skin and trailed the tip of his nose up to Dom’s strong jaw, his tongue darting out and scraping along the stubble. He bit down, gently this time, and pulled away, dragging Dom down the hall and into their bedroom. He pushed the door shut with a flick of his wrist and released Dom’s wrist, yanking Dom’s t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. Stepping forward, Matt sealed his lips around Dom’s nipple and nibbled, falling to his knees as his lips began to explore Dom’s tanned torso. Biting into the denim of Dom’s black jeans, he grabbed the opposite side of the waistband with his long fingers and undid the button with his teeth, then grabbing the metal fly with his teeth and tugging down. His tongue pressed against the tent in Dom’s boxers, grinning wolfishly as he felt Dom’s cock twitch beneath the fabric. He yanked his jeans and boxers down Dom’s slim legs, pulling them over his feet when Dom lifted them. He kissed up Dom’s thighs and bit down on his hip, sucking hard. Dom’s hips bucked towards his face and he let go with his teeth, raising his hands to squeeze Dom’s hipbones and push him towards the bed, as he stood. Dom obeyed, sitting down and sliding across the sheets to watch Matt as he shed his clothes and stepped towards him. Dom’s gaze trickled down his body and he shuddered, striding faster towards the bed. He climbed onto the bed, placing his hands on Dom’s shoulders and pushing down, pinning him to the mattress, his knees squeezing Dom’s arms to his sides.
“Matt, please,” Dom pleaded as Matt ground down onto him, throwing his head back and exposing his long, pale neck to hungry grey eyes. “More,” he gasped, as Matt's nails dug into his shoulders.
“More?” Matt asked breathlessly. He let go of one shoulder and rested his left forearm across Dom’s chest, keeping him pressed to the mattress. He pushed the fingers of his right hand into Dom’s warm, wet mouth and growled, “Suck them.”
Immediately, Dom complied, his tongue winding around Matt’s long fingers, his lips forming a tight seal around them as he sucked, coating them in his saliva. He moaned around the fingers when Matt’s cock brushed against his stomach as he reached over to the bedside table for the bottle of lube they kept in the draw. Dropping it on the bed next to them, Matt reached back over and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the draw - a precursor to what they would be doing on Saturday night - before shutting it again. The metal clinked as it was dropped on the bed next to the lube and it glinted in the light, catching Dom’s eye. He drew in a sharp breath through his nose and flicked his hips up to Matt’s. Matt pulled his fingers out of Dom’s mouth with a wet pop and loosened the grip with which he was holding Dom’s arms to his sides with his knees, and Dom flipped them over, using his slight height and weight advantage to overpower his partner. He leaned down and kissed him, massaging the thin lips with his own and slid his tongue into Matt’s mouth, dominating the kiss. He groaned low in this throat, one hand on Matt’s shoulder, the other fisted in his hair. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and Dom rocked his hips into Matt’s. Matt moaned, his tongue twisting around Dom’s, and the blond reached down to take his cock in his hand. Matt took that moment to slide out from under Dom and straddled him, quickly grabbing Dom’s arms and pulling them behind his back, pushing his groin against Dom’s arse as he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Nice try, Dominic,” Matt said, grinning as Dom turned around to glare at him. “But tonight, I’m in charge unless I say we can swap. Got it?” To emphasise his point, he thrust against Dom's bum and enjoyed the answering groan. “Well?” he asked again, still waiting for the blond's consent.
“Yes,” Dom ground out. “Just, just fuck me!”
“After that little stunt you pulled,” Matt started, turning Dom onto his back and reaching for the handcuffs, “I don't see why I should. Give me one good reason why I should fuck you.” He cuffed one wrist, looped the cuffs through the bars at the top of the bed and clicked the second metal ring around Dom’s other wrist. He sat back, hovering over Dom’s hips, and took in the body in front of him: heaving chest, sweat shining on golden skin, mouth hanging open, grey eyes glistening, arms stretched above his head and cuffed together.
“I want you, I need you,” Dom said, lust burning in his eyes in an almost accusatory way. Matt hummed, trailing his fingers up Dom’s chest and along his collarbones. Dom shuddered and held Matt’s gaze, a test of willpower, to see who would give in first. Matt continued his teasing, leaning down close to Dom’s lips but making sure not to kiss him; his tongue darted out and slid along Dom’s full bottom lip.
“Please,” Dom gasped, tearing his eyes away from Matt’s as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Please, fuck me.”
His pleas were heavy with desperation and Matt grinned, finally pressing their mouths together. He slipped his fingers back into Dom’s mouth to wet them again, pulling them out and pressing them against Dom’s entrance, watching as he squirmed on the bed and tried to push his hips down and force Matt’s fingers inside him. Matt granted his silent request and slid his index finger in, his eyes fixated on Dom’s face as his mouth fell open on a silent moan. He pulled his finger out and slid it back in, moving it gently to stretch him. Matt placed an open mouth kiss to Dom’s mouth, his tongue darting in and battling Dom’s. He bit down on Dom’s lip and slid in a second finger, then a third, his preparation becoming hurried as he himself grew more desperate. He grabbed the lube and squirted some onto his palm, quickly coating his cock and positioning it at Dom’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut, and he heard the clanking of the handcuffs against the metal railings of the bed as Dom strained against the restraints, wrapping his legs around Matt’s waist and attempting to pull him in faster. Matt resisted, pushing against Dom’s legs and pulling out almost completely, before snapping his hips forward violently. Dom groaned, his thighs trembling and loosening their hold on Matt.
“That’s better,” Matt growled, moving back and thrusting back in, throwing his head back, sweat beginning to dampen his hair. “So hot, so tight...” He lifted Dom’s legs up so they rested on his shoulders and used the new position to smack Dom’s arse, drawing a cry out of him. Matt spanked him again as he pulled out and thrust in again, feeling Dom’s legs shake under his fingers. He slid one hand down to hold Dom’s hip and began to move steadily, building up a rhythm that was marked out by the obscene sound of their skin slapping together, occasionally punctuated by the sound of metal scraping against metal as Dom pulled at the handcuffs in frustration, wanting to touch Matt and feel him quivering under his ministrations.
“Matt, will you-” Dom cut himself off with a moan he couldn’t contain when Matt hit his prostate. He swallowed, eyes fluttering shut and opened his mouth again. “Before you come, will you pull out and... y’know?”
He forced his eyes open to meet Matt’s, his mouth staying open in an almost permanent ‘o’ as the head of Matt’s cock pummeled his prostate again.
“You want me to... to come on you?” he forced out, his hips beginning to snap into Dom in a more irregular rhythm. The blond nodded, his calves tensing on Matt’s shoulders. “Fuck, Dom, that’s just-”
Choking on his words, his hips snapped into Dom again before he forced himself to still. He pulled out of Dom’s body, ignoring his groan. He wanted this. Dom’s tanned legs fell to the bed on either side of him and remained there, spread for Matt to kneel between. Matt’s hand released Dom’s hip and moved to his cock, his long fingers wrapping around the heavy flesh. His hand started to move, stroking himself slowly. He tightened his fist until it felt like he was still encased in Dom’s arse and stroked down to his head, thumbing his slit. He moaned and a pearly drop of pre-come stuck to his finger, smeared down his cock as he stroked. Dom’s legs lifted and wrapped around his waist, pulling him in until his knees touched the tops of Dom’s toned thighs. His hips bucked sharply, his mouth hanging open to pull in ragged breaths as sweat trickled down the side of his face. He reached his free hand out to take Dom’s cock, lying hard and weeping against his belly, and his long fingers wrapped around the flesh but he couldn’t move his hand in any sort of rhythm; he was too lost in his own pleasure. As his hand moved towards the head of his own cock again, he twisted his wrist slightly and cried out, his hips bucking into his fist, driving him to completion of their own volition. He kept his grip tight and allowed himself to fall into the sensation, his hips thrusting erratically. He kept his eyes open, first gazing into Dom’s grey eyes and then flicking down to watch his cock sliding smoothly in and out of his fist.
“Fuck,” he gasped, still watching himself fuck his own fist, “Gonna come, Dom, shit-”
He stared, transfixed, as his pearly come splattered onto Dom’s tanned stomach and chest. He managed to tear his eyes away from the filthy sight and glanced at Dom’s face. He had raised his head from the pillow and was looking at his stomach covered in Matt’s come. He looked up and his eyes caught Matt’s own cerulean eyes. His gaze was heavy with lust and need, and his voice was deep and gravelly when he croaked out, “Matt, touch me... please,” and tugged at his restraints again. He looked like sin, his hair dishevelled, his skin shining with a sheen of sweat and come drying quickly on his torso; he looked like sin, but he still looked beautiful. The hand that was already wrapped around Dom’s cock started to move without him thinking about it, stroking firmly, as his free right hand reached out to Dom’s heaving chest. It hovered for a minute, before his index finger swept through a patch of his come that hadn’t yet dried. He brought his finger to Dom’s mouth and pushed it in past unresisting lips, moving his left hand faster on Dom’s cock as the blond began to suck on his finger, licking and seeming to savour the taste. Dom’s breathing filled the room, interrupted by the occasional sucking sound and whimper. His lips broke the seal they had made around Matt’s finger but he held on gently with his teeth as he panted. His lips wrapped back around Matt’s finger but released it completely only a second later. Matt trailed his wet finger down Dom’s cheek to his neck, where he stroked the contours over and over again as Dom shook his head from side to side, his eyes falling shut.
“I’m gonna come, Matt!” he cried, hips bucking into Matt’s firm grip. He used his legs, still wrapped around Matt’s waist, as leverage to help push his hips up. After a few more thrusts, Dom came over Matt’s fist with a moan of “Matt!” His hips gradually slowed their thrusts and his legs fell back to the bed again as the effects of his orgasm washed over him. Dom lay panting as Matt reached over him to the bedside table, grabbing a couple of tissues, cleaning his hands off and dropping them in the bin. He picked up the key to the handcuffs and unlocked Dom’s hands, kissing the insides of his sore-looking wrists and placing them on the pillow, resting beside Dom’s head. His sweat-dampened golden hair was spread out on the pillow, fanning out and framing his face. Matt yanked the top draw of the bedside table open and chucked the handcuffs inside, slipping off the bed and offering his hand to Dom, who accepted it and allowed Matt to pull him up and off the mattress.
“Come on,” Matt said, attempting to smooth down Dom’s rebellious hair with his hand. “Let’s have a quick shower.”
They walked slowly to the bathroom, dropping random kisses to each other’s shoulders, ears, heads; wherever they could while walking. Walking into the bathroom, Dom shut the door and checked that they had a towel each while Matt flicked the shower on, both of them going about their individual routines as they waited for the shower water to warm up. Dom opened the door and allowed Matt to step in before him, one hand resting on his lower back. Stepping in, he turned to close the door and felt Matt’s lips caress the back of his neck gently. He smiled as Matt’s hands curled around his waist, turning him around and guiding him back to stand under the warm water. The droplets began to roll down his face and he closed his eyes, breathing in the steam filling the cubicle. This, combined with Matt’s hands rubbing his chest carefully with a flannel, swiping away the itchy come, gave him an intensely relaxing out-of-body feeling. He sighed, the coolness of the shower gel Matt was massaging into his skin contrasting with the heat the water was bringing. Matt’s fingers pressed into his shoulder muscles and he drew in a quick breath, the muscles sore.
“Sorry,” Matt murmured, his hands sliding down to the tops of Dom’s arms. “Turn your hands so the palms face me.”
Dom did so, his little fingers at right angles with his body, and Matt’s fingers wrapped around his biceps, squeezing gently to try and get rid of the tension in them. Dom’s eyes remained closed, and Matt’s lips pressing against his made him smile into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Matt’s body and their clean, wet chests sliding against each other. Their mouths moved together, both men parting their lips. Their tongues met, merely touching each other at first, but growing braver and beginning to caress each other, dancing together. Dom broke the kiss first, moving back to peck Matt on the lips before murmuring “I love you.”
Matt grinned and replied, “I love you, too, baby,” before stepping under the spray himself. He sighed and moaned quietly in pleasure as Dom washed his body as he had washed Dom’s. Once Dom had finished, they stood in the shower together for a while, talking and kissing, both swearing loudly when the water turned cold. They practically leapt out of the shower, grabbing a towel each and drying themselves off. Matt discarded his towel on the floor when he was dry, ignoring Dom’s muttering about his ‘neanderthal behaviour’, pulling Dom’s towel out of his hands and dropping it on top of his own, towing the blond out of the bathroom before he could bend down to pick the towels up. Matt flicked the light off and they were plunged into darkness, forcing them to find their way back to their bedroom through feel and memory.
“It got dark quickly,” Dom mumbled, walking down the hall with his hand against the wall, feeling for the door frame of their bedroom. Matt nodded, even though he knew Dom couldn’t see him, and placed his hand on Dom’s shoulder, using him as a guide. Dom’s fingers found the wood of the door frame and snuck around it to turn the light on in their bedroom. They stepped into the room, Matt’s hand slipping from Dom’s shoulder to his hand, squeezing tightly. Flopping onto their bed, they crawled over to their sides of the mattress and Dom turned the lights off again with the second switch just above the bedside table. They curled up to each other and fell into a comfortable silence, their arms winding around each other.
“I love you,” Dom whispered against Matt’s cheek.
Matt turned so their lips brushed and murmured, “I love you, too.”
“About Saturday...” Dom began, but was cut off by Matt.
“Leave it to me, baby. I want you to stay here in the day time while I go out, and I’ll come back to get you. I’ll sort it.”
Matt’s tone sounded final; he wanted to organise it all himself. Dom didn’t have the energy to argue, so simply curled up closer to Matt as they both drifted off to sleep.
Friday passed slowly for Dom. Work was mundane and routine. He could hardly concentrate on his work; his thoughts kept drifting to what was in store for the next evening.
The same thing had been on Matt’s mind. He had been out on his lunch break on Friday, scouring the town to make sure the shops he needed to go to the next day were open, their timings and, most importantly, whether they were legal. He also walked past Club Domina on his way home, checking the area. The street was as it had always been: dirty, graffitied and frequented by the drunks and the drug users. Matt walked through it swiftly, trying as hard as he could not to make eye contact with any of the people sprawled on the pavement, forcing him to step over their outstretched limbs. As soon as he stepped through the door of his and Dom’s flat, he erased any thoughts of the day from his face, wiping his expression and replacing it with a happy one, smiling, joking, and kissing Dom.
On Saturday morning, Matt got up just as the sun was rising, keen to get the shopping for the evening ahead done. He dressed as quietly as he could, swearing quietly under his breath as Dom mumbled in his sleep.
“Dom?” he whispered while hopping on the spot, trying to pull his trousers on, “Did I wake you up?”
When he got no reply apart from the blond, he sighed in relief and shrugged his jacket on. He crossed over to the bed, placing a gentle kiss on Dom’s forehead and glancing at the note he’d left on the bedside table, picking up his wallet and keys before walking down the hall and out of the flat, locking the door behind him.
Matt had always preferred the early morning to the rest of the day: the streets were calm and he could get everything done quickly. He jogged out of the block of flats and into the cool morning air, breathing deeply and smiling to himself. Striding down the street, he turned right on the corner and right again down an alleyway, taking a short cut to make sure he got to the first store as soon as it opened. He arrived, slightly out of breath, just as the owner was unlocking the door. His stomach was flipping: it wasn’t the first time he had been in a shop like this, but it had been a long time since his last visit. The man’s smile and greeting of “Morning, how are you?” set his mind at rest, and a friendly conversation opened up between them as they walked into the shop, Matt looking around at all of the erotic clothing hanging on railings, along with other things that Matt made a mental note to look at when he had found what he had come for.
“So, what are you looking for?” the shop owner, Steve, asked. Matt showed him his list and Steve helped him locate the items on his list. “Anything else?” he asked, placing the bundle of black clothing on the counter, folding them neatly. Matt had wandered over to a rack almost completely covered in leather, straps dangling down from the metal rail. He took one of the straps in his hand, slipping his hand down it and marvelling at the smooth, supple feel of the leather.
“How much do these cost?” he asked, turning and coming face-to-face with Steve. The man was a little taller than him, with shaggy black hair, dark stubble and pale, smooth skin. He smiled, his full lips tilting up slightly at the corners. Matt’s eyes got caught in Steve’s brown gaze, losing himself in the warmth of Steve’s eyes.
“Depends on which one you want...” Steve answered, stepping back slightly as Matt’s blue eyes began to flood with caution at Steve’s close proximity, the slightly taller man guessing immediately that Matt was taken. Matt turned back to the rack and picked out a harness. It comprised of several leather straps and three buckles, and looked like it would fit Dom’s slim frame. He checked it over for any defects and nodded, satisfied.
“This one, please,” he said, walking back over to the counter and placing it on top of the rest of his pile, yanking his wallet out of his pocket. Steve slipped behind the counter and began to scan the leather and latex items that Matt had needed to replace; some of their things from last time had begun to wear out a bit.
“Heading anywhere nice tonight, then, or are you just staying in?”
Matt shook his head, pulling his credit card out of his wallet and slipping it into the machine that Steve had turned towards him.
“No, Dom - my partner - and I are going to Club Domina tonight. First time in a while.”
Steve nodded. “PIN code please. I might see you there then; I’m putting on a display tonight.”
“Cool,” Matt said, smiling as he took back his card and grabbed the handles of his bag, taking the receipt when Steve offered it to him. “I’ll look out for you. I’m planning to look around for a while before Dom and I begin anyway. See you later!”
With a cheery “See ya, mate!” and a wave from the shop keeper, Matt stepped out onto the street and immediately headed for the club. Within ten minutes, he had managed to guarantee a room there for him and Dom. A grin broke out on his face, crooked tooth on full show. After a quick trip to a second shop, in which he spent as little time as possible (although he could not help but pause when a leopard print corset caught his eye - it would look fucking hot on Dom) to pick up some extra things, he started to make his way home, excitement bubbling inside his body. He had so much energy he didn’t know with himself; he decided that the best thing to would be to try to conserve the energy for later. He bounded up the stairs to the apartment, nearly crashing headfirst into one of his neighbours, who was walking down. He apologised as walked off as quickly as he could without seeming too rude, his face heating as he imagined the awkwardness of the scene in which everything spilled out of his plastic bags. He transferred one bag from his right hand to his left and fished around in his pocket for his door keys, letting himself in as quietly as he could in case Dom was still asleep. He needn’t have worried: Dom was sitting in the kitchen, and called to Matt as he walked through the door. Matt stopped to listen, accepted Dom’s offer of tea and dropped the bags down in the hallway, spinning around on the spot and locking the door, jiggling his keys out and chucking them into the small glass bowl on the table. He walked into the kitchen, forbidding Dom to look in the bags and hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. He watched as Dom walked around the kitchen: flicking the kettle on, gathering mugs, milk, sugar, tea bags. He set them all down next to Matt, who was too busy watching the muscles of Dom’s torso flex under his skin to get the hint that he was supposed to be helping. It was only when Dom prodded him in the thigh with a spoon that he jumped, shaking his head to clear it from any thoughts of how lovely those muscles looked when they twitched under his fingers.
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
Dom rolled his eyes, and replied, “I wasn’t, but seeing as you asked, you can make the tea.”
Dom wasn’t a morning person, Matt knew that and, when he was in the right mood, went out of his way to antagonise the blond. Today, though, he decided to oblige, and started to drop tea bags into the cups, along with milk and sugar.
“What are you doing?” Dom asked, exasperated. “That’s not how you make tea.”
Nevertheless, he let Matt carry on with what he was doing, grinning slightly when Matt said, “My tea’s going to be the best fucking tea you’ve ever tasted.” Matt reached over for the kettle, the movement of his arms pulling his t-shirt up. He could feel the familiar burn of Dom’s eyes on his bare stomach and he had to work hard to suppress a shudder. He sloshed water into their mugs, stirring with tea spoons. Dropping the metal spoons to the counter with a loud clatter, he replaced the kettle and sat up straight, placing his hands on Dom’s shoulders and guiding him to stand between his spread legs. Dom’s hands slid onto his hips and Matt slid closer to the edge of the counter, his knees digging into Dom’s side slightly as he bend down to kiss the blond. It was a fleeting kiss, a mere brush of lips, and Matt whispered “Good morning,” against Dom’s mouth before sealing their lips together again. Their mouths moved together gracefully as they playfully nipped at each other’s lips, smiling into the kiss. It was slow and sensual, a complete contrast to the urgency of last night’s fuck. It was kisses like this that both men loved, and they swore that they completed their relationship. Matt pulled away with a final peck on Dom’s mouth, sighing gently as he leaned back.
“Tea’s ready,” he murmured, caressing Dom’s shoulders as they would later be caressed with leather straps. He let his legs fall from Dom’s waist and shuffled back onto the counter awkwardly without using his hands, poking his tongue out at Dom as he giggled. He began to cross his legs, but was stopped by Dom’s warning glare. He dropped his legs down and they dangled, his heels hitting the cupboard doors. They drank their tea in comfortable silence. Matt was the first to break the calm by jumping off the counter with a loud bang that was completely disproportionate to his size and putting his cup in the sink, seemingly waiting for Dom to finish his tea. Matt slipped out of the kitchen when Dom showed no signs of hurrying himself and picked his bags up off the floor, carrying them through to the kitchen and dumping them on the counter where he had previously been sitting. Dom stopped drinking, his curiosity telling him to pay attention. He watched Matt pull black clothes out of the bags, allowing the white bags to float down to the floor when he had emptied them. Matt left them where they had fallen, picking up his purchases and carrying them to the bedroom, Dom following him, mug in hand. Matt dropped them all on the bed and proceeded to sort through them, dividing them into two different piles.
“These are yours,” Matt said, pointing to the pile on his left. Dom set his mug down and walked closer, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking through the pile of latex and leather. “Let me know if there’s anything in there that you don’t like or don’t feel comfortable wearing.”
“No, they all look fine...” Dom murmured, picking up the harness and inspecting it, running his fingers over the smooth leather and cool metal buckles. “Did you buy everything you want me to wear tonight, or am I wearing some of our old things too?”
“You’re wearing those things-” Matt pointed to the clothes on the bed, “-and your normal collar and lead. You can wear a coat and some shoes of some sort while we walk there - I don’t want any trouble with anyone, least of all the police - but when we get in you’ll take the coat and shoes off.”
Dom nodded. “Can I see what you’re going to wear?”
“No,” Matt answered, “Not until I come to get you ready. I want you waiting in here for me, naked, at five o’clock. I’ll probably have a shower first, and then while I get dressed you can shower and come in here?”
Dom nodded, and murmured a soft “Yes, Matt.”
The brunet grinned. “Good to see you getting into it already, Dom,” he said, winking as he walked out of the room and left Dom to finish his tea. He gulped it down and wandered back to the kitchen, leaving his mug in the dishwasher, which the men usually filled up during the day and turned on at night, washing all of their dirty cutlery and dishes at once. He then walked through the door to the living room where Matt was sprawled out on the sofa, absentmindedly checking the news on Teletext. Dom flopped down next to him and rested his head on Matt’s bony shoulder. Matt flicked the television off, having scanned all of the national and regional news, dropping the remote onto his lap and stretching his arms out along the top of the sofa back.
“We should take a nap,” Matt said. “We had quite a late night last night and we’ll be up late tonight, and you know what it’s like.”
Dom nodded. “Why couldn’t you have said that when we were in the bedroom? I can’t be arsed moving now...” Dom prodded Matt in the side, a smile flashing across his face as Matt squealed, wriggling away from Dom and protecting his sensitive sides. He stood quickly, wanting to put some more distance between himself and Dom’s mischievous fingers.
“Come on, then,” he said, “I’ll set my alarm for a couple of hours’ time.”
It didn’t take the pair long to get to sleep, falling onto their bed after moving Matt’s purchases from the bottom of the bed to their dresser. Matt’s alarm soon went off, and he got up to shower after running his fingers through Dom’s hair and leaving him to rest for a bit longer, feeling refreshed and alert. He showered quickly, scrubbing his hair roughly and stealing Dom’s shower gel to wash his body. He stood under the spray for about five minutes, just thinking, before turning the shower off, swiftly opening the door and wrapping his towel around himself, shivering in the cool bathroom air. He dried himself quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist before he walked through to the bedroom and told Dom that the shower was free. Dom slipped off the bed and out into the hallway to walk to the bathroom after a quick peck on Matt’s lips. Matt waited until he could hear the shower running and released his towel from around his hips, dropping it in the corner of the room. He dressed himself and walked over to the mirror, carefully lining his eyes with a black kohl pencil and smudging it, before walking through to the kitchen to prepare them a small meal. He sat down on the mattress and waited for Dom.
At exactly five o’clock, Dom walked back into the bedroom and froze in the doorway, taking in Matt sat on the bed. Matt was dressed in leather pants, with a ball gag and a chain secured on one of his belt loops, and knee high leather boots, straps and buckles across the boots. Dom’s eyes were transfixed on the boots; he was almost salivating at the sight of them wrapped around Matt’s slim calves, swallowing as Matt stood. He hadn’t seen those boots before; he had dug the tight leather jeans out of the wardrobe, but must have bought the boots when he was on his shopping trip.
“Dominic,” Matt growled, causing Dom’s eyes to flick up to meet his, “Take off your towel and stand in the middle of the room.”
Part B.