A Christmas To Remember (One Shot)
Title: A Christmas To Remember
Author:
engel_sehnsucht
Beta: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: Matt and Dom exchange Christmas presents.
Feedback: would be great.
Warnings: Nothing, I think
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom. This is complete fiction: it never happened. No offence is intended and no profit is being made.
AN: Merry Christmas, guys. ♥ I apologise for the cheesy-as-hell title, I couldn't think of anything else. D:
“Sit doo-ooown,” Matt sung, pointing at the sofa. Dom smiled, rolling his eyes slightly and perching on the edge of the cushion. He placed the parcel he was holding down beside him and looked towards Matt. “Here.” A present was thrust into his hands: wrapped in shiny red paper, it glinted in the light from the dim lamps on the table. “Go on,” Matt was almost bouncing as he said it, “Open it.” Dom slid one finger under a flap of wrapping paper and tore gently, the sellotape peeling off of the paper, taking a layer of red with it. The package was small and he could feel something that felt quite solid inside it.
“Actually,” Dom said, pausing in his investigation of the still-wrapped present. “I want you to open yours at the same time.” Matt nodded, grabbing the package next to Dom.
“Okay, ready?” Dom nodded in response and they tore into the paper. A little bracelet fell out into his lap. It was beaded and elasticated. Dom picked it up, familiarity twinging in his gut. He glanced over at Matt, who was looking at the bracelet Dom had given him with a slightly alarmed expression on his face. “Dom…” Dom’s eyes dropped to the bracelet Matt was holding; it was the same as the one Dom had given Matt. A grin began to spread over his face.
“I think we got the same thing for each other, Matt.” He looked up and they both erupted into giggles, slipping the bracelets on. “I did like it when I saw it, and decided to buy it for you.”
“So did I,” Matt replied, admiring it on his wrist. He opened his mouth again but Dom interrupted.
“I have something else for you, too. But you’re not getting it until later.” Matt made a noise of interest, and slight indignation.
“Tease,” he said and stood, holding his hand out to Dom. “Come on, let’s get lunch.”
It’d been dark for hours. Matt had heaved himself up off the sofa announcing that he needed a shower. Dom had waited on the sofa until he heard the hum of the water and then got up, turning the TV off and folding the blanket up. He placed it on the backrest of the cushion and padded through to the bedroom, flicking lights off in the spacious flat as he did. When he slipped into the bedroom he turned the light on, twisting the switch to dim it, and walked to the chest of drawers. He crouched on the floor, yanking the bottom drawer open and rummaged through the random worn out t-shirts and shorts that were reserved for when they went on holiday, and pulled out a small package. He shoved the draw shut and almost bounced over to the bed, flopping down onto the mattress to wait for Matt. He kept fidgeting, unable to keep still as he thought of the evening ahead. He heard the shower flick off and bit his lip, trying not to grin. Lifting his legs up, Dom crossed them underneath his body, playing with the corner of the duvet. The lock on the bathroom door clicked and Dom could hear Matt padding down the hall to their bedroom. He appeared, skin still damp and a towel wrapped around his waist. A couple of drops of water pooled in the hollow his shoulders created with his collarbone; he was hunched over slightly against the cold. His pale skin was prickled with goose bumps and he shivered slightly, but he saw Dom sitting on the bed and grinned. Matt shut the door, and dropped his towel, saying, “Mind if I just chuck some clothes on?” Dom shook his head, rolling his eyes and grinning fondly as Matt yanked a pair of boxers and jogging bottoms on.
“Pick that towel up.”
“Yes, sir.” Matt mock-bowed and Dom stuck his tongue out, watching from his position on the bed as Matt folded the towel and hung it on the radiator to dry. He then bounded over to the bed and jumped on, landing next to Dom. “Can I open it now?” He was like a small child, practically vibrating with excitement as he held his hands out. Dom grinned, passing him the parcel but biting his lip as nerves flooded into his stomach. It wasn’t the first time he’d bought things like this for Matt, or even Matt for him, but each time he’d felt a flutter of nerves, still just as worried as the first time. Matt ripped surprisingly carefully into the paper, considering his enthusiasm, and folded the paper back. Dom shifted back on the bed and leaned back on his elbows, stretching his cramped legs out. He scrutinised Matt’s face as he did, circling one foot around. The blue eyes had lit up, a fire burning in them. When Matt looked up, it was with a gaze of such intensity Dom almost had to look away. “Dom…”
“Mmm?” Dom gave him his most sultry gaze. He fluttered his eyelashes but then immediately regretted the action, deciding he’d probably looked like a completely idiot, but the fire in Matt’s eyes hadn’t gone out - and he hadn’t burst into giggles, which were both encouraging signs.
“Thank you.” Matt’s eyes were blazing, the fire of ice dancing in the blue depths. He crawled up the bed, gift in one hand and pressed his body to Dom’s, kissing him and leaving him breathless. Soft lips and a soft tongue pressed to Dom’s lips, the tip of Matt’s tongue sliding along the bow of his upper lip. Matt placed the package he still held down on the bed next to their aligned forms and parted his lips slowly against Dom’s, transforming their kiss as Dom opened his mouth. Their tongues met gently, touching each other in sweet motions as Dom slid his hands around Matt’s thin waist, holding him close. One of Matt’s hands slid into golden hair, fingers winding gently around the soft strands as the other hand rested on Dom’s cheek, thumb stroking the skin. Matt broke the kiss, pulling back slightly and breathing into Dom’s mouth, his breath tickling Dom’s wet, kiss-swollen lips. “May I?” he whispered, gesturing to the unwrapped present. Dom nodded and pecked Matt’s lips again. Matt rolled off him and he gripped the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before lying back and stretching his hands above his head. Matt gazed in appreciation and straddled Dom’s hips, pulling the furry handcuffs from the crumpled paper. “Luxury,” he murmured, and Dom grinned.
“I hoped you’d like them.”
“Your taste in handcuffs gets better every time. Actually, no. Your taste in toys in general is brilliant.”
“Only you would comment on my ‘taste in toys’.”
“Shut it,” Matt said, grinning and clicking the cuffs onto Dom’s wrist. He kissed the thin skin below the leopard-spotted fur of the handcuffs and dragged his nose down Dom’s arm, nipping gently. The little bites left Dom’s skin wet and he shivered when Matt blew cold air on patch. “I love your biceps,” Matt murmured, placing a sucking kiss to his inner arm. “So strong.” His lips trailed down to Dom’s shoulder, his tongue leaving a path that his fingers followed, nails scratching tenderly. He licked and sucked at Dom’s neck as he began to roll his hips into Dom’s, teeth sinking in slowly. Matt pulled back and hummed lowly, looking at the mark he’d left.
“Matt?” Dom’s voice almost broke when Matt nipped the sensitive skin under his left ear. “Will you… will you ride me?” A sharp intake of breath, then sharp teeth pressing into his skin again.
“God, yes.” Matt’s lips fell from his jaw and down to his throat, falling even further to place soft kisses to his collarbone. Dom strained carefully against the handcuffs, the artificial fuzz protecting his bones from the metal of the rings. “May I blindfold you?” Dom sighed happily, closing his eyes and nodding. The weight of Matt’s body vanished as he stood. Dom could hear him crossing to the wardrobes to pull out one of the scarves from Dom’s extensive collection; he shut the wardrobe door and crossed back over to the bed. The blond felt the bed dip as Matt crawled back on, throwing one leg over Dom’s chest and reaching down. Dom lifted his head and Matt wrapped the scarf over his eyes, carefully tying it behind his head, making sure not to catch any hair in the knot. Lying back Dom sighed; the lack of sight heightened his other senses: his ears caught slight rustles of the duvet; every move Matt made was exaggerated by the sensitivity of his skin. He felt Matt’s weight shift as he sat back; his body jerked as cold fingers pressed against the skin of his stomach, the tips sliding beneath the waistband of his jeans as they pushed the button out of the hole and pulled the zip down. The back of Matt’s fingers brushed against Dom’s still-clothed erection as hands pushed his jeans down his legs and off over his bare feet. There was a small, muffled thump as the jeans hit the carpet and then Matt was bent over him again, hot breaths tickling and warming the skin above his right nipple. The tip of Matt’s tongue traced around the hard nub of skin before he took it in his mouth. Dom arched and moaned lowly as Matt’s tongue lathed his nipple, teeth scraping over it gently.
“Want you.” His words were mumbled quietly; he shivered as Matt’s long fingers ran slowly over his ribs, feeling them rise and fall rhythmically. He could feel Matt’s erection pressing against his thigh, the soft material of the jogging pants he was wearing doing nothing to hide the hardness. Matt pressed a kiss to his lips before sitting back and pulling his clothes off. Matt slid back to the end of the bed, placing a kiss to the arch of Dom’s foot. He kissed and licked his way up Dom’s leg, sucking at the soft skin of Dom’s inner thigh. Gently, Matt pulled Dom’s cock from his boxers and pulled the underwear down and off so they were both naked. He paused for a minute, fingers still wrapped around Dom’s cock and hand beginning to pump slowly; he looked at the sight in front of him. Dom, naked, blindfolded and hands cuffed; he thought of how far they’d come together. The start of their relationship hadn’t been easy - when they’d first started their band, they had never imagined how things would play out. They had never imagined, even, what their first two albums alone would bring. The girls that had - surprisingly, to Matt - flocked to them after the release of Origin had distracted them from their feelings for each other well enough during their tour, but when they had returned home the feelings they held for each other made themselves clearly known. They’d both been miserable - family and friends had commented on it - but they hadn’t done anything about it until Chris had spoken to them both and shut them in a room together, refusing to let them out until they’d sorted things out.
It had been a hard conversation, with awkward silences and moments where they were sure that their friendship wasn’t going to survive the tension. Now, with Dom naked and below him, he could hardly believe how they had been, and that, if it hadn’t been for Chris, they might never have had this.
“Matt…” Dom’s voice broke through his thoughts, a faint whine as he wiggled his hips between Matt’s knees. “Come on. Anyone would think you’d forgotten them.” There was a cheeky grin on his lips and Matt stroked Dom’s cock gently.
“Sorry.” Matt trailed the fingers of his free hand over the blindfold, stroking down Dom’s cheek and pressing three fingers to his lips. “Get my fingers wet?” Dom parted his lips and sucked Matt’s fingers in, wrapping his tongue around the long digits. He pulled his tongue down, eyelids fluttering behind the dark material of his blindfold as Matt continued to stroke his cock gently. Matt moaned softly, the sound falling from his lips without restraint as Dom’s tongue stroked his fingers in time with him stroking Dom’s cock. He withdrew his fingers from Dom’s mouth with a quiet pop and bent down to kiss the full, parted lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Dom replied. Matt smiled and reached behind himself, positioning his fingers at his entrance and pushing the tip of his index in until it reached the knuckle. He stilled, rocking slowly on his finger. His other hand kept stroking Dom’s cock, the skin soft and hot under his. As he pushed another finger in, scissoring to stretch himself, he swept his thumb through the pre-come beading on Dom’s head and smeared it down the side of his cock, his hand pumping with increased speed as he pushed a third finger into himself. He gently thrust, rolling his hips down onto the fingers and moaned as they brushed his prostate. Beneath him, Dom’s hips bucked shallowly into his fist and a thin sheen of sweat was beginning to cover his skin. Matt leaned down, his hand still working on Dom’s cock and pulled his fingers out, dragging his tongue up the column of Dom’s neck. The salty taste of sweat exploded on his tongue as he blew cool air onto the wet trail he’d left, kissing the bruise from before when he did. Matt reached over and opened the top draw of the bedside table; Dom stiffened and shivered in anticipation when he heard the sound of wood sliding against wood. Matt plucked a small tube of lube from the draw and shut it with a bang; the sound shattered the almost deafening silence, which, up to then, had only been cracked by the sound of their breathing. Carelessly Matt unscrewed the lid, throwing it onto the floor, and he held the tube over Dom’s cock, squeezing. The liquid dribbled from the tube and slid slowly down Dom’s skin, the cool liquid making him shudder. Matt tossed the empty tube away to join its lid on the floor and spread the lube down Dom’s cock with his hand, clenched in a loose fist. When the skin was shining in the bright light of their ceiling lamp he released his grip, wiping his sticky hand on the duvet and crawling up the bed so his hips were above Dom’s.
“Ready?” he asked, hovering above Dom. The blond nodded, teeth biting into his lip in anticipation. He reached back and gripped Dom’s cock, sinking down slowly. He released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as Dom’s cock filled him. His hips stilled and he dropped his head back, his breathing shallow and in time with Dom’s. He rolled his hips slowly, whining gently when the head of Dom’s cock brushed his prostate. He lifted himself up, swivelling his hips as he dropped again. Dom’s hands clenched in the cuffs, his arms straining against them. Matt scratched down the inside of Dom’s arms, down his shoulders and his chest, nails catching his nipples. Dom moaned breathily, arching his back and his hips bucking sharply into Matt’s body above him. Matt gently stroked the skin of the side of Dom’s neck as their thrusts sped up slightly, skin slapping as their hips met. “Fuck, Dom. You feel so good.”
“So hot,” Dom gasped, bucking up into Matt’s body again. “So tight.” Matt pushed down, fucking himself on Dom’s cock and throwing his head back. The speed of their thrusts increases, the rhythmic slapping blurring into arrhythmic thrusts. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” Dom intoned under his breath, planting his feet into the mattress and thrusting powerfully into Matt.
“Fuck. Close, Dom.”
“Touch yourself, please, I want to feel you come on me.” The phrase was broken by gasps and quiet whimpers, and Matt moaned breathily when Dom had finished. His hand moved to his cock and gripped, stroking quickly and jerkily. He felt himself clench around Dom’s cock, blond hair splayed on the pillow as Dom shook his head from side to side.
“Can I?” Dom understood the short question, his hips sinking into Matt again.
“Please.” Matt came with a loud cry, pushing down onto Dom’s cock and fucking his fist, his eyes fluttering shut; he forced them open again to watch Dom’s face as warm liquid filled his body. He kept rolling his hips down, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm. As his skin cooled he lifted himself up off Dom’s cock. He felt the blond’s come leaking out of him and bit his lip at the slightly unpleasant sensation, reaching up and pulling the blindfold off. He smiled at Dom’s dazzled expression and freed Dom’s hands from the cuffs. As soon as he’d done that, Dom took his hands and pulled him down against himself, holding him close. “I love you, Matt.” Gently, Dom kissed the top of Matt’s head, his hair still damp. Matt pressed himself to Dom, kissing the skin of the hollow of his throat and flicking the light off.
“I love you, too. Merry Christmas, Dom.”
“Merry Christmas, Matt,” Dom whispered into the night.
Author:
engel_sehnsucht
Beta: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: Matt and Dom exchange Christmas presents.
Feedback: would be great.
Warnings: Nothing, I think
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom. This is complete fiction: it never happened. No offence is intended and no profit is being made.
AN: Merry Christmas, guys. ♥ I apologise for the cheesy-as-hell title, I couldn't think of anything else. D:
“Sit doo-ooown,” Matt sung, pointing at the sofa. Dom smiled, rolling his eyes slightly and perching on the edge of the cushion. He placed the parcel he was holding down beside him and looked towards Matt. “Here.” A present was thrust into his hands: wrapped in shiny red paper, it glinted in the light from the dim lamps on the table. “Go on,” Matt was almost bouncing as he said it, “Open it.” Dom slid one finger under a flap of wrapping paper and tore gently, the sellotape peeling off of the paper, taking a layer of red with it. The package was small and he could feel something that felt quite solid inside it.
“Actually,” Dom said, pausing in his investigation of the still-wrapped present. “I want you to open yours at the same time.” Matt nodded, grabbing the package next to Dom.
“Okay, ready?” Dom nodded in response and they tore into the paper. A little bracelet fell out into his lap. It was beaded and elasticated. Dom picked it up, familiarity twinging in his gut. He glanced over at Matt, who was looking at the bracelet Dom had given him with a slightly alarmed expression on his face. “Dom…” Dom’s eyes dropped to the bracelet Matt was holding; it was the same as the one Dom had given Matt. A grin began to spread over his face.
“I think we got the same thing for each other, Matt.” He looked up and they both erupted into giggles, slipping the bracelets on. “I did like it when I saw it, and decided to buy it for you.”
“So did I,” Matt replied, admiring it on his wrist. He opened his mouth again but Dom interrupted.
“I have something else for you, too. But you’re not getting it until later.” Matt made a noise of interest, and slight indignation.
“Tease,” he said and stood, holding his hand out to Dom. “Come on, let’s get lunch.”
It’d been dark for hours. Matt had heaved himself up off the sofa announcing that he needed a shower. Dom had waited on the sofa until he heard the hum of the water and then got up, turning the TV off and folding the blanket up. He placed it on the backrest of the cushion and padded through to the bedroom, flicking lights off in the spacious flat as he did. When he slipped into the bedroom he turned the light on, twisting the switch to dim it, and walked to the chest of drawers. He crouched on the floor, yanking the bottom drawer open and rummaged through the random worn out t-shirts and shorts that were reserved for when they went on holiday, and pulled out a small package. He shoved the draw shut and almost bounced over to the bed, flopping down onto the mattress to wait for Matt. He kept fidgeting, unable to keep still as he thought of the evening ahead. He heard the shower flick off and bit his lip, trying not to grin. Lifting his legs up, Dom crossed them underneath his body, playing with the corner of the duvet. The lock on the bathroom door clicked and Dom could hear Matt padding down the hall to their bedroom. He appeared, skin still damp and a towel wrapped around his waist. A couple of drops of water pooled in the hollow his shoulders created with his collarbone; he was hunched over slightly against the cold. His pale skin was prickled with goose bumps and he shivered slightly, but he saw Dom sitting on the bed and grinned. Matt shut the door, and dropped his towel, saying, “Mind if I just chuck some clothes on?” Dom shook his head, rolling his eyes and grinning fondly as Matt yanked a pair of boxers and jogging bottoms on.
“Pick that towel up.”
“Yes, sir.” Matt mock-bowed and Dom stuck his tongue out, watching from his position on the bed as Matt folded the towel and hung it on the radiator to dry. He then bounded over to the bed and jumped on, landing next to Dom. “Can I open it now?” He was like a small child, practically vibrating with excitement as he held his hands out. Dom grinned, passing him the parcel but biting his lip as nerves flooded into his stomach. It wasn’t the first time he’d bought things like this for Matt, or even Matt for him, but each time he’d felt a flutter of nerves, still just as worried as the first time. Matt ripped surprisingly carefully into the paper, considering his enthusiasm, and folded the paper back. Dom shifted back on the bed and leaned back on his elbows, stretching his cramped legs out. He scrutinised Matt’s face as he did, circling one foot around. The blue eyes had lit up, a fire burning in them. When Matt looked up, it was with a gaze of such intensity Dom almost had to look away. “Dom…”
“Mmm?” Dom gave him his most sultry gaze. He fluttered his eyelashes but then immediately regretted the action, deciding he’d probably looked like a completely idiot, but the fire in Matt’s eyes hadn’t gone out - and he hadn’t burst into giggles, which were both encouraging signs.
“Thank you.” Matt’s eyes were blazing, the fire of ice dancing in the blue depths. He crawled up the bed, gift in one hand and pressed his body to Dom’s, kissing him and leaving him breathless. Soft lips and a soft tongue pressed to Dom’s lips, the tip of Matt’s tongue sliding along the bow of his upper lip. Matt placed the package he still held down on the bed next to their aligned forms and parted his lips slowly against Dom’s, transforming their kiss as Dom opened his mouth. Their tongues met gently, touching each other in sweet motions as Dom slid his hands around Matt’s thin waist, holding him close. One of Matt’s hands slid into golden hair, fingers winding gently around the soft strands as the other hand rested on Dom’s cheek, thumb stroking the skin. Matt broke the kiss, pulling back slightly and breathing into Dom’s mouth, his breath tickling Dom’s wet, kiss-swollen lips. “May I?” he whispered, gesturing to the unwrapped present. Dom nodded and pecked Matt’s lips again. Matt rolled off him and he gripped the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before lying back and stretching his hands above his head. Matt gazed in appreciation and straddled Dom’s hips, pulling the furry handcuffs from the crumpled paper. “Luxury,” he murmured, and Dom grinned.
“I hoped you’d like them.”
“Your taste in handcuffs gets better every time. Actually, no. Your taste in toys in general is brilliant.”
“Only you would comment on my ‘taste in toys’.”
“Shut it,” Matt said, grinning and clicking the cuffs onto Dom’s wrist. He kissed the thin skin below the leopard-spotted fur of the handcuffs and dragged his nose down Dom’s arm, nipping gently. The little bites left Dom’s skin wet and he shivered when Matt blew cold air on patch. “I love your biceps,” Matt murmured, placing a sucking kiss to his inner arm. “So strong.” His lips trailed down to Dom’s shoulder, his tongue leaving a path that his fingers followed, nails scratching tenderly. He licked and sucked at Dom’s neck as he began to roll his hips into Dom’s, teeth sinking in slowly. Matt pulled back and hummed lowly, looking at the mark he’d left.
“Matt?” Dom’s voice almost broke when Matt nipped the sensitive skin under his left ear. “Will you… will you ride me?” A sharp intake of breath, then sharp teeth pressing into his skin again.
“God, yes.” Matt’s lips fell from his jaw and down to his throat, falling even further to place soft kisses to his collarbone. Dom strained carefully against the handcuffs, the artificial fuzz protecting his bones from the metal of the rings. “May I blindfold you?” Dom sighed happily, closing his eyes and nodding. The weight of Matt’s body vanished as he stood. Dom could hear him crossing to the wardrobes to pull out one of the scarves from Dom’s extensive collection; he shut the wardrobe door and crossed back over to the bed. The blond felt the bed dip as Matt crawled back on, throwing one leg over Dom’s chest and reaching down. Dom lifted his head and Matt wrapped the scarf over his eyes, carefully tying it behind his head, making sure not to catch any hair in the knot. Lying back Dom sighed; the lack of sight heightened his other senses: his ears caught slight rustles of the duvet; every move Matt made was exaggerated by the sensitivity of his skin. He felt Matt’s weight shift as he sat back; his body jerked as cold fingers pressed against the skin of his stomach, the tips sliding beneath the waistband of his jeans as they pushed the button out of the hole and pulled the zip down. The back of Matt’s fingers brushed against Dom’s still-clothed erection as hands pushed his jeans down his legs and off over his bare feet. There was a small, muffled thump as the jeans hit the carpet and then Matt was bent over him again, hot breaths tickling and warming the skin above his right nipple. The tip of Matt’s tongue traced around the hard nub of skin before he took it in his mouth. Dom arched and moaned lowly as Matt’s tongue lathed his nipple, teeth scraping over it gently.
“Want you.” His words were mumbled quietly; he shivered as Matt’s long fingers ran slowly over his ribs, feeling them rise and fall rhythmically. He could feel Matt’s erection pressing against his thigh, the soft material of the jogging pants he was wearing doing nothing to hide the hardness. Matt pressed a kiss to his lips before sitting back and pulling his clothes off. Matt slid back to the end of the bed, placing a kiss to the arch of Dom’s foot. He kissed and licked his way up Dom’s leg, sucking at the soft skin of Dom’s inner thigh. Gently, Matt pulled Dom’s cock from his boxers and pulled the underwear down and off so they were both naked. He paused for a minute, fingers still wrapped around Dom’s cock and hand beginning to pump slowly; he looked at the sight in front of him. Dom, naked, blindfolded and hands cuffed; he thought of how far they’d come together. The start of their relationship hadn’t been easy - when they’d first started their band, they had never imagined how things would play out. They had never imagined, even, what their first two albums alone would bring. The girls that had - surprisingly, to Matt - flocked to them after the release of Origin had distracted them from their feelings for each other well enough during their tour, but when they had returned home the feelings they held for each other made themselves clearly known. They’d both been miserable - family and friends had commented on it - but they hadn’t done anything about it until Chris had spoken to them both and shut them in a room together, refusing to let them out until they’d sorted things out.
It had been a hard conversation, with awkward silences and moments where they were sure that their friendship wasn’t going to survive the tension. Now, with Dom naked and below him, he could hardly believe how they had been, and that, if it hadn’t been for Chris, they might never have had this.
“Matt…” Dom’s voice broke through his thoughts, a faint whine as he wiggled his hips between Matt’s knees. “Come on. Anyone would think you’d forgotten them.” There was a cheeky grin on his lips and Matt stroked Dom’s cock gently.
“Sorry.” Matt trailed the fingers of his free hand over the blindfold, stroking down Dom’s cheek and pressing three fingers to his lips. “Get my fingers wet?” Dom parted his lips and sucked Matt’s fingers in, wrapping his tongue around the long digits. He pulled his tongue down, eyelids fluttering behind the dark material of his blindfold as Matt continued to stroke his cock gently. Matt moaned softly, the sound falling from his lips without restraint as Dom’s tongue stroked his fingers in time with him stroking Dom’s cock. He withdrew his fingers from Dom’s mouth with a quiet pop and bent down to kiss the full, parted lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Dom replied. Matt smiled and reached behind himself, positioning his fingers at his entrance and pushing the tip of his index in until it reached the knuckle. He stilled, rocking slowly on his finger. His other hand kept stroking Dom’s cock, the skin soft and hot under his. As he pushed another finger in, scissoring to stretch himself, he swept his thumb through the pre-come beading on Dom’s head and smeared it down the side of his cock, his hand pumping with increased speed as he pushed a third finger into himself. He gently thrust, rolling his hips down onto the fingers and moaned as they brushed his prostate. Beneath him, Dom’s hips bucked shallowly into his fist and a thin sheen of sweat was beginning to cover his skin. Matt leaned down, his hand still working on Dom’s cock and pulled his fingers out, dragging his tongue up the column of Dom’s neck. The salty taste of sweat exploded on his tongue as he blew cool air onto the wet trail he’d left, kissing the bruise from before when he did. Matt reached over and opened the top draw of the bedside table; Dom stiffened and shivered in anticipation when he heard the sound of wood sliding against wood. Matt plucked a small tube of lube from the draw and shut it with a bang; the sound shattered the almost deafening silence, which, up to then, had only been cracked by the sound of their breathing. Carelessly Matt unscrewed the lid, throwing it onto the floor, and he held the tube over Dom’s cock, squeezing. The liquid dribbled from the tube and slid slowly down Dom’s skin, the cool liquid making him shudder. Matt tossed the empty tube away to join its lid on the floor and spread the lube down Dom’s cock with his hand, clenched in a loose fist. When the skin was shining in the bright light of their ceiling lamp he released his grip, wiping his sticky hand on the duvet and crawling up the bed so his hips were above Dom’s.
“Ready?” he asked, hovering above Dom. The blond nodded, teeth biting into his lip in anticipation. He reached back and gripped Dom’s cock, sinking down slowly. He released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as Dom’s cock filled him. His hips stilled and he dropped his head back, his breathing shallow and in time with Dom’s. He rolled his hips slowly, whining gently when the head of Dom’s cock brushed his prostate. He lifted himself up, swivelling his hips as he dropped again. Dom’s hands clenched in the cuffs, his arms straining against them. Matt scratched down the inside of Dom’s arms, down his shoulders and his chest, nails catching his nipples. Dom moaned breathily, arching his back and his hips bucking sharply into Matt’s body above him. Matt gently stroked the skin of the side of Dom’s neck as their thrusts sped up slightly, skin slapping as their hips met. “Fuck, Dom. You feel so good.”
“So hot,” Dom gasped, bucking up into Matt’s body again. “So tight.” Matt pushed down, fucking himself on Dom’s cock and throwing his head back. The speed of their thrusts increases, the rhythmic slapping blurring into arrhythmic thrusts. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” Dom intoned under his breath, planting his feet into the mattress and thrusting powerfully into Matt.
“Fuck. Close, Dom.”
“Touch yourself, please, I want to feel you come on me.” The phrase was broken by gasps and quiet whimpers, and Matt moaned breathily when Dom had finished. His hand moved to his cock and gripped, stroking quickly and jerkily. He felt himself clench around Dom’s cock, blond hair splayed on the pillow as Dom shook his head from side to side.
“Can I?” Dom understood the short question, his hips sinking into Matt again.
“Please.” Matt came with a loud cry, pushing down onto Dom’s cock and fucking his fist, his eyes fluttering shut; he forced them open again to watch Dom’s face as warm liquid filled his body. He kept rolling his hips down, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm. As his skin cooled he lifted himself up off Dom’s cock. He felt the blond’s come leaking out of him and bit his lip at the slightly unpleasant sensation, reaching up and pulling the blindfold off. He smiled at Dom’s dazzled expression and freed Dom’s hands from the cuffs. As soon as he’d done that, Dom took his hands and pulled him down against himself, holding him close. “I love you, Matt.” Gently, Dom kissed the top of Matt’s head, his hair still damp. Matt pressed himself to Dom, kissing the skin of the hollow of his throat and flicking the light off.
“I love you, too. Merry Christmas, Dom.”
“Merry Christmas, Matt,” Dom whispered into the night.