Dance in the Dark, Chapter Five
Title: Dance in the Dark, Chapter Five
Rating: NC-17
Note: Please note the rating and acknowledge that you are accepting full responsibility for reading this. You have been warned.
Pairing: Bellamy/Howard
Summary: Matthew Bellamy is a baker who's dragged on a blind date to a dance class where he meets Dominic Howard, the dance instructor.
Word Count: 3005+/-
Disclaimer: I do not own any persons, places, themes, or elements in this; nor am I affiliated with the persons represented. Only the story is mine. No harm was intended by this.
Sorry for the time between updates, I really hope this makes up for it. As always, thank you for your comments and for reading, it means so much to me!
Thanks to my wife and beta boo shayunknown for talking me through this and cheering me on. This chapter, as are all of them, is for you. I love you tiger, more than I could say with words.
I also want to say thanks to millionstar for looking bits of this over when I was really freaking out. You are amazing, bb.
Previous Chapters
One, Two, Three, Four
Frozen in horror, Matt watched the girl’s retreating back, his blood turning to ice in his veins, as the weight of his actions crashed down on him. Exhilaration melted into chagrin which seeped into his pores and settled around his stomach as guilt. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, he just wanted...
What did you want, Bells?
He had no answer for himself.
The office was silent, save for their pants of breath, which seemed to thunder into the small room and echo off the walls to assault them once more. Still, they didn’t move. It wasn’t until they heard the reverberating slam of the front door to the studio, followed by a car engine roaring to life that they finally released each other.
Dominic stepped away, but - to Matt’s intense surprise - didn’t chase Lacey. Instead, he whirled on Matt, his eyes flashing angrily.
“I didn’t know you were gay,” he spat, the word carrying with it all the venom of a snake bite. Matt flinched at the sound, as though he’d been slapped. “The first time you came in here, you were with a bird for fuck’s sake!”
When the baker said nothing, Dominic continued, “Is that what you set out to do, then? Make a fool of me? Seduce me and ruin me?”
Although it seemed as though the other man had more to say, Matt had simply heard enough. He had had this conversation so many times with so many other men and women that it was tiring and ultimately ineffectual. The only difference between then and now was that somehow, staring into those conflicted eyes, wide as a wounded doe, he had never felt so desperate to make his point. It seemed as if, in that moment, his entire future hinged on Dom’s comprehension of what he was about to say.
“Why do you have to label things?” he asked, feeling a small stab of satisfaction at the way the dancer’s mouth fell open, obviously not having foreseen the turn of their conversation.
“What?”
“You label everything. Why can’t you just accept the fact that I’m attracted to you and you are attracted to me?”
“I’m no-”
“Don’t lie to me, Dominic,” Matt whispered, not unkindly, reaching out to run a finger over the blond’s flushed cheek and smiling when he shivered in response. “It’s not about being gay or straight, wrong or right.”
He took another step in, watching Dominic’s pupils bloom like a black flower the closer his face drifted. “Your body reacts to me, same as mine reacts to you. It’s chemistry.”
“I’m not gay,” Dominic mumbled, more to himself than anyone. It was a weak argument made invalid when Matt pressed their lips together, fully aware of the way the dancer’s mouth yielded to him.
Feebly Dominic pressed his hands against the brunet’s chest, pushing weakly. Matt fisted his hands into waves of soft hair, gently rubbing the other man’s scalp, his stomach twisting violently when Dominic moaned.
With his jaw he prodded the blond’s mouth open farther, tilting his head and running his tongue slowly against the roof of Dominic’s mouth. He ran a hand down the ladder of Dominic’s spine to rest in the divot of the small of his back, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise when the blond pressed their groins together suddenly.
He couldn’t stifle his groan when he discovered that Dominic was just as hard as he was.
An idea began to percolate in Matt’s brain, though he wasn’t sure just how far the dancer would let him go. All he knew was that in that moment, he desperately wanted to push beyond the border that they had been steadily hacking away at since the moment they’d met.
Tearing his lips away from the dancer’s, he trailed kisses down the smooth, silky column of the other man’s neck, using the fingers tangled in blond strands to tug the dancer’s head back and expose more skin to his hungry mouth.
He sucked at the hollow of Dominic’s throat, relishing the tight hiss that fell from above him and the fingers that dug into his shoulders, urging him onward. Then, quite suddenly, he released the dancer and stood up, taking a few steps away from the other man.
As surreptitiously as he could, Matt readjusted himself before raising his eyes to look into the churning black ones of the whimpering blond in front of him.
“W-why did you stop?” asked Dominic, his hands waving lamely in the empty space between their bodies.
“I’m not going to do anything that you’ll end up regretting,” was the simple answer, and Matt knew in that moment that he was telling the utter truth. Yes, the baker wanted the man in front of him, wanted to prove to that same man that - labels be damned - he returned Matt’s feelings.
What other reason would Dominic have for letting his significant other storm out of the room, without even attempting to stop her? Why would he have this incessant need to prove to the world that he was not, in fact, gay?
But there was more to it than proving to Dominic that he was lying to himself. In that stretch of breath between wanting and taking, the baker knew that it all boiled down to this: he needed Dominic’s consent.
He didn’t want to be the man who stole Dominic’s identity by taking advantage of him, nor did he want Dominic to ever blame him for coercing him into something he wasn’t ready for. He had every right to hold Dominic responsible for whatever actions would transpire between them. He knew that he himself deserved that as much as the trembling dancer who was drowning in denial.
You can wait, Bells. You can wait.
It was very hard for Matthew to step away from the blond, but he knew he would always question this moment if he did not. Worse, Dominic could end up hating him if he did not. That thought hurt him more than anything he could imagine at that moment. So, he took a large step back.
“Goodnight, Dominic,” he said, nodding to the dancer before spinning on his heel to leave.
“I won’t regret it.”
The statement stopped him dead in his tracks, sending his heart to galloping within his chest. He hadn’t expected the other man to give in so easily. Not that he’d hoped for a battle; it was more that he’d assumed that Dominic would at least want time and space to consider the implications of what Matt was asking.
Slowly, carefully he pivoted on his heel, stopping once he was facing Dominic again.
“Just,” the blond seemed to struggle for words, his eyes casting around as if they’d pop up on the wall for him to read like a script. Matthew knew he had to wait. Finally, Dominic spoke again. “I need to know.”
“To know what?”
“I can’t stop,” said Dominic, his eyes falling to the floor in shame. A light blush tainted the tips of his ears, and held Matt’s fascination for a few seconds. “I think about you all the time, and it scares me. I can’t be near you without this insane desire to touch you, and I can’t be away from you without feeling like I’ve lost something horribly important to me. I don’t know why.”
Matt watched, bewildered, as Dominic stepped toward him, willingly closing the gap between them. Easily, his arms encircled the blond, and he rubbed at the dancer’s back in shock for a moment before Dominic continued.
“I need to know.”
“Okay,” Matt whispered, thoughtlessly pressing a kiss to the fine wisps of hair at the other man’s temple. “Okay.”
Dominic leaned back, his tumultuous eyes fastening on Matt’s. “Kiss me again?”
Throat dry, the baker nodded, bringing a hand up to cup the dancer’s jaw. Pressing his fingertips into the skin of Dominic’s neck, he dragged the other man’s head forward, sealing their lips together. As it always seemed to be, his body responded nearly instantaneously - Dominic’s tongue was proving to be the flame that torched his lust soaked body.
His skin burned as if by the summer sun, his fingers digging crescent moons into the tanned expanse of skin beneath their tips. The fire in his stomach roaring, Matt knew he had precious little moments before he lost all control.
Chest heaving, he broke the kiss, barely dodging Dominic’s mouth when he came for him again. The blond pulled back, confused.
“Do you want me to stop?” Matt asked, ignoring the way the dancer’s pants looked uncomfortably tight, and the manner in which the other man’s body followed him - as if space between them was a painful thing. Matt knew that if he thought about it for too long, he might lose his patience and begin to rip buttons, making up Dominic’s mind for him. He watched the other man’s face intently, waiting and distracting himself with the knowledge of how delicious the dancer’s compliance would be.
In reply, Dominic grabbed the bottom of his shirt between his fingers and lifted it over his head, his hair crackling with static and floating like a demented halo around the crown of his head as he tossed the unwanted garment to the ground.
Beautiful.
Tentatively, the baker stepped back toward the blond, hesitating for a breath of a second before lowering his lips and sucking a tight, pink nipple into his mouth. He heard Dominic’s shaky breath, and felt the shuddering expansion of the dancer’s ribs beneath his mouth as he teased the hardened bud with his teeth and tongue. Dominic’s hands moved ceaselessly, purposelessly - travelling over the brunet’s arms and across his neck to land in his hair, gently tugging at the strands before dropping to cradle the sides of Matt’s neck.
With a little pop, Matt released the dancer’s skin, his lips tingling and his ears buzzing as he heard Dominic’s tattered groan of protest. He lifted his hands back to the nubs, using the pads of his fingertips to sweep over the tightened, straining skin where his mouth had been.
Slowly, with purpose, Matthew began to sink to his knees, keeping inquisitive blue eyes trained on roiling, smoky ones. Dominic’s breath caught when the baker pressed the tip of his tongue into the valley that ran the length of his tanned torso, a wet stripe trailing downward as the brunet lowered his body. He nibbled gently when he reached the blond’s belly, giggling at the way the other man gasped before going further down: all the way to the soft, fine hair that peeked from beneath the waistband of Dominic’s trousers.
This time, when he pulled away, he left his hands on Dominic. The slow, hypnotic movements of his fingers as they lightly trailed back and forth over the quivering blond’s chest was the only contact he allowed as he asked once more, “Do you want me to stop?”
His breath coming in short bursts, Dominic shook his head, whining fretfully when Matt did nothing further. “N-no,” he said, his voice deliciously thick.
“Then unfasten your trousers,” Matt whispered, sitting back on his heels but keeping his fingers moving.
Dominic’s head fell back, a breathless rush of whimpers tumbling into the air while his hands grappled with the buttons on his trousers. After much fumbling and tittering, he had them undone and met the baker’s eyes one more in silent question.
“Tell me you want it,” Matt implored, hardly daring to say the words at all. He was fearful of losing momentum, but he wouldn’t continue if the dancer could not acquiesce.
“I want it.”
The words were as quiet as a dream, yet infinitely more real, and Matt dropped his hands to the waistband of the fabric. He paused, watching Dominic’s tongue flit out to wet his full bottom lip; his wide eyes glued to Matt’s hands against the flesh of his hips. Gingerly, the baker tugged down handfuls of denim and cotton boxers, both of them gasping loudly when Dominic’s cock sprung free. Peeling the clothes down to the strong, bony ankles of the blond, Matt left them there, his patience hurtling toward its end at breakneck pace.
Still, he would not allow himself to tackle the other man gracelessly - so he hesitated once more until the moment of desperation passed. His hands glided up the other man’s toned calves and the firm backs of his thighs before gripping the supple skin of his backside in the palms of his hands.
Reverently, he lowered his lips to the softness of Dominic’s inner thigh, groaning in relief when the blond widened his stance. He planted a wet kiss at the crease of the dancer’s thigh, nipping at the pulse point that erratically throbbed there before latching on and sucking in time. A few long pulls brought the faintest blossom of a mark to the surface, and the baker switched sides to start in on the other thigh.
“Please,” Dominic moaned above him, his fingers twisting into the fray of Matt’s hair once more. “Please.”
The baker froze at the words, pulling back and glancing up the expanse of tanned, toned, body above him to meet the desperate eyes of the dancer. “Tell me to stop.”
“No,” Dominic shook his head frantically, “no, please don’t stop.”
Matt grinned, then, squeezing Dominic’s arse once. Softly, lightly, he lapped at the flushed, dripping head of Dominic’s length; raptly watching the way the blond clenched his teeth to stifle a moan. He sucked the tip of his cock into his lips, swirling his tongue beneath the head when Dominic’s mouth fell open, his eyes fluttering and a tiny, cracked “Oh,” falling from his lips.
This time, when Matt stopped, he didn’t have long to wait.
“More,” Dominic panted, licking his lips and groaning, “More, please.”
With a grin he could not repress, the baker gripped Dominic’s hips and pulled him, slowly, inch by pulsing inch into the heat of his mouth. He heard the dancer’s breath quicken, watched the tiny spasms that rippled through his lower abdomen, satisfaction shooting into his veins and making him very, very brave.
But it wasn’t until he felt the fingers in his hair cup his ears and dig into his scalp that he began to move in earnest. He curled his tongue around Dominic’s cock, hugging every contour and mapping the feel of it, pulling back his head while keeping his lips in a tight ring.
“Oh God,” Dominic whimpered, and Matt looked up to see him throw his head back, his eyebrows pinching together as his eyes rolled beneath lowering lashes. It was erotic - so fucking erotic - to see the dancer so exposed; so willing and malleable in his hands. The brunet moaned, hearing Dominic’s answering groan as the vibrations shivered up his cock.
Letting one hand fall to the heaviness of the other man’s balls, Matt pulled his mouth off of the blond, cupping the thick, flushed and shining length with his other hand. He trailed wet, open mouthed kisses down the underside, the heat in his groin rising as Dominic whimpered, sinking his teeth deep into his bottom lip in an obvious attempt to keep from crying out.
By the time Matt’s lips reached the smooth skin where his hand gently massaged, the dancer was whispering jumbled nonsense, his legs shaky and tense. The brunet moved his hands to the back of Dominic’s thighs, holding him tightly - he wasn’t sure how the other man would handle what he had planned next, and didn’t want them to end up in a heap of tangled limbs on the floor.
Tentatively at first, Matt flicked his tongue against Dominic’s balls, paying attention to the way the blond froze as if in surprise. Matt grinned widely, realizing that the dancer must have never been properly sucked off.
So many things I can teach you, Dominic.
He added just the tiniest amount of pressure, head bobbing as he found a rhythm that made the other man pant wantonly in response. Dominic’s knees buckled just the slightest bit when Matt’s tongue found his perineum, teasing the space before leaving it altogether to sit back on his heels.
“F-f-fuck,” Dominic stammered, his black eyes fastened on Matt’s lips as the brunet wiped them with the back of his hand.
Just as Dominic opened his mouth to say more, Matt wrapped his lips around the blond’s dripping length, sucking harder than he had up to that point.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, his hands squeezing the sides of the brunet’s neck.
Matt licked Dominic up and down as he moved, his cheeks caving in when he picked up his pace. Over him, the blond’s grunts became increasingly louder, the only coherent word he uttered being the baker’s name when Matt swallowed around him.
“Matt,” he said suddenly, breathlessly. “Matt, I’m... I’m...”
But he never finished his sentence, and the brunet found his mouth flooded with heat as Dominic came. Matt swallowed, slowing his movements to a near halt while making them steadily softer until the dancer calmed, his fingers seeking the back of Matt’s arms to prod him upward.
Standing to his feet, the baker pulled the still half naked and half hard dancer to himself, taking the other man’s mouth with gentle sucks to his full lower lip. Dominic leaned against him, pressing their bellies together and sighing into the kiss. He wrapped his arms lazily around Matt’s neck and opened his mouth wider, his tongue darting into the baker’s mouth for a quick taste.
They stayed like that for a few moments, snogging wetly with their bodies flush against each other before finally Matt released Dominic’s mouth. He stepped away, eyes dropping to the floor and his chest tightening in fear that the blond would bolt yet again - this time for good. Hesitantly glancing up into Dominic’s eyes, now a hazy grey, Matt waited for the dancer to decide what he wanted next.
“More."
Rating: NC-17
Note: Please note the rating and acknowledge that you are accepting full responsibility for reading this. You have been warned.
Pairing: Bellamy/Howard
Summary: Matthew Bellamy is a baker who's dragged on a blind date to a dance class where he meets Dominic Howard, the dance instructor.
Word Count: 3005+/-
Disclaimer: I do not own any persons, places, themes, or elements in this; nor am I affiliated with the persons represented. Only the story is mine. No harm was intended by this.
Sorry for the time between updates, I really hope this makes up for it. As always, thank you for your comments and for reading, it means so much to me!
Thanks to my wife and beta boo shayunknown for talking me through this and cheering me on. This chapter, as are all of them, is for you. I love you tiger, more than I could say with words.
I also want to say thanks to millionstar for looking bits of this over when I was really freaking out. You are amazing, bb.
Previous Chapters
One, Two, Three, Four
Frozen in horror, Matt watched the girl’s retreating back, his blood turning to ice in his veins, as the weight of his actions crashed down on him. Exhilaration melted into chagrin which seeped into his pores and settled around his stomach as guilt. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, he just wanted...
What did you want, Bells?
He had no answer for himself.
The office was silent, save for their pants of breath, which seemed to thunder into the small room and echo off the walls to assault them once more. Still, they didn’t move. It wasn’t until they heard the reverberating slam of the front door to the studio, followed by a car engine roaring to life that they finally released each other.
Dominic stepped away, but - to Matt’s intense surprise - didn’t chase Lacey. Instead, he whirled on Matt, his eyes flashing angrily.
“I didn’t know you were gay,” he spat, the word carrying with it all the venom of a snake bite. Matt flinched at the sound, as though he’d been slapped. “The first time you came in here, you were with a bird for fuck’s sake!”
When the baker said nothing, Dominic continued, “Is that what you set out to do, then? Make a fool of me? Seduce me and ruin me?”
Although it seemed as though the other man had more to say, Matt had simply heard enough. He had had this conversation so many times with so many other men and women that it was tiring and ultimately ineffectual. The only difference between then and now was that somehow, staring into those conflicted eyes, wide as a wounded doe, he had never felt so desperate to make his point. It seemed as if, in that moment, his entire future hinged on Dom’s comprehension of what he was about to say.
“Why do you have to label things?” he asked, feeling a small stab of satisfaction at the way the dancer’s mouth fell open, obviously not having foreseen the turn of their conversation.
“What?”
“You label everything. Why can’t you just accept the fact that I’m attracted to you and you are attracted to me?”
“I’m no-”
“Don’t lie to me, Dominic,” Matt whispered, not unkindly, reaching out to run a finger over the blond’s flushed cheek and smiling when he shivered in response. “It’s not about being gay or straight, wrong or right.”
He took another step in, watching Dominic’s pupils bloom like a black flower the closer his face drifted. “Your body reacts to me, same as mine reacts to you. It’s chemistry.”
“I’m not gay,” Dominic mumbled, more to himself than anyone. It was a weak argument made invalid when Matt pressed their lips together, fully aware of the way the dancer’s mouth yielded to him.
Feebly Dominic pressed his hands against the brunet’s chest, pushing weakly. Matt fisted his hands into waves of soft hair, gently rubbing the other man’s scalp, his stomach twisting violently when Dominic moaned.
With his jaw he prodded the blond’s mouth open farther, tilting his head and running his tongue slowly against the roof of Dominic’s mouth. He ran a hand down the ladder of Dominic’s spine to rest in the divot of the small of his back, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise when the blond pressed their groins together suddenly.
He couldn’t stifle his groan when he discovered that Dominic was just as hard as he was.
An idea began to percolate in Matt’s brain, though he wasn’t sure just how far the dancer would let him go. All he knew was that in that moment, he desperately wanted to push beyond the border that they had been steadily hacking away at since the moment they’d met.
Tearing his lips away from the dancer’s, he trailed kisses down the smooth, silky column of the other man’s neck, using the fingers tangled in blond strands to tug the dancer’s head back and expose more skin to his hungry mouth.
He sucked at the hollow of Dominic’s throat, relishing the tight hiss that fell from above him and the fingers that dug into his shoulders, urging him onward. Then, quite suddenly, he released the dancer and stood up, taking a few steps away from the other man.
As surreptitiously as he could, Matt readjusted himself before raising his eyes to look into the churning black ones of the whimpering blond in front of him.
“W-why did you stop?” asked Dominic, his hands waving lamely in the empty space between their bodies.
“I’m not going to do anything that you’ll end up regretting,” was the simple answer, and Matt knew in that moment that he was telling the utter truth. Yes, the baker wanted the man in front of him, wanted to prove to that same man that - labels be damned - he returned Matt’s feelings.
What other reason would Dominic have for letting his significant other storm out of the room, without even attempting to stop her? Why would he have this incessant need to prove to the world that he was not, in fact, gay?
But there was more to it than proving to Dominic that he was lying to himself. In that stretch of breath between wanting and taking, the baker knew that it all boiled down to this: he needed Dominic’s consent.
He didn’t want to be the man who stole Dominic’s identity by taking advantage of him, nor did he want Dominic to ever blame him for coercing him into something he wasn’t ready for. He had every right to hold Dominic responsible for whatever actions would transpire between them. He knew that he himself deserved that as much as the trembling dancer who was drowning in denial.
You can wait, Bells. You can wait.
It was very hard for Matthew to step away from the blond, but he knew he would always question this moment if he did not. Worse, Dominic could end up hating him if he did not. That thought hurt him more than anything he could imagine at that moment. So, he took a large step back.
“Goodnight, Dominic,” he said, nodding to the dancer before spinning on his heel to leave.
“I won’t regret it.”
The statement stopped him dead in his tracks, sending his heart to galloping within his chest. He hadn’t expected the other man to give in so easily. Not that he’d hoped for a battle; it was more that he’d assumed that Dominic would at least want time and space to consider the implications of what Matt was asking.
Slowly, carefully he pivoted on his heel, stopping once he was facing Dominic again.
“Just,” the blond seemed to struggle for words, his eyes casting around as if they’d pop up on the wall for him to read like a script. Matthew knew he had to wait. Finally, Dominic spoke again. “I need to know.”
“To know what?”
“I can’t stop,” said Dominic, his eyes falling to the floor in shame. A light blush tainted the tips of his ears, and held Matt’s fascination for a few seconds. “I think about you all the time, and it scares me. I can’t be near you without this insane desire to touch you, and I can’t be away from you without feeling like I’ve lost something horribly important to me. I don’t know why.”
Matt watched, bewildered, as Dominic stepped toward him, willingly closing the gap between them. Easily, his arms encircled the blond, and he rubbed at the dancer’s back in shock for a moment before Dominic continued.
“I need to know.”
“Okay,” Matt whispered, thoughtlessly pressing a kiss to the fine wisps of hair at the other man’s temple. “Okay.”
Dominic leaned back, his tumultuous eyes fastening on Matt’s. “Kiss me again?”
Throat dry, the baker nodded, bringing a hand up to cup the dancer’s jaw. Pressing his fingertips into the skin of Dominic’s neck, he dragged the other man’s head forward, sealing their lips together. As it always seemed to be, his body responded nearly instantaneously - Dominic’s tongue was proving to be the flame that torched his lust soaked body.
His skin burned as if by the summer sun, his fingers digging crescent moons into the tanned expanse of skin beneath their tips. The fire in his stomach roaring, Matt knew he had precious little moments before he lost all control.
Chest heaving, he broke the kiss, barely dodging Dominic’s mouth when he came for him again. The blond pulled back, confused.
“Do you want me to stop?” Matt asked, ignoring the way the dancer’s pants looked uncomfortably tight, and the manner in which the other man’s body followed him - as if space between them was a painful thing. Matt knew that if he thought about it for too long, he might lose his patience and begin to rip buttons, making up Dominic’s mind for him. He watched the other man’s face intently, waiting and distracting himself with the knowledge of how delicious the dancer’s compliance would be.
In reply, Dominic grabbed the bottom of his shirt between his fingers and lifted it over his head, his hair crackling with static and floating like a demented halo around the crown of his head as he tossed the unwanted garment to the ground.
Beautiful.
Tentatively, the baker stepped back toward the blond, hesitating for a breath of a second before lowering his lips and sucking a tight, pink nipple into his mouth. He heard Dominic’s shaky breath, and felt the shuddering expansion of the dancer’s ribs beneath his mouth as he teased the hardened bud with his teeth and tongue. Dominic’s hands moved ceaselessly, purposelessly - travelling over the brunet’s arms and across his neck to land in his hair, gently tugging at the strands before dropping to cradle the sides of Matt’s neck.
With a little pop, Matt released the dancer’s skin, his lips tingling and his ears buzzing as he heard Dominic’s tattered groan of protest. He lifted his hands back to the nubs, using the pads of his fingertips to sweep over the tightened, straining skin where his mouth had been.
Slowly, with purpose, Matthew began to sink to his knees, keeping inquisitive blue eyes trained on roiling, smoky ones. Dominic’s breath caught when the baker pressed the tip of his tongue into the valley that ran the length of his tanned torso, a wet stripe trailing downward as the brunet lowered his body. He nibbled gently when he reached the blond’s belly, giggling at the way the other man gasped before going further down: all the way to the soft, fine hair that peeked from beneath the waistband of Dominic’s trousers.
This time, when he pulled away, he left his hands on Dominic. The slow, hypnotic movements of his fingers as they lightly trailed back and forth over the quivering blond’s chest was the only contact he allowed as he asked once more, “Do you want me to stop?”
His breath coming in short bursts, Dominic shook his head, whining fretfully when Matt did nothing further. “N-no,” he said, his voice deliciously thick.
“Then unfasten your trousers,” Matt whispered, sitting back on his heels but keeping his fingers moving.
Dominic’s head fell back, a breathless rush of whimpers tumbling into the air while his hands grappled with the buttons on his trousers. After much fumbling and tittering, he had them undone and met the baker’s eyes one more in silent question.
“Tell me you want it,” Matt implored, hardly daring to say the words at all. He was fearful of losing momentum, but he wouldn’t continue if the dancer could not acquiesce.
“I want it.”
The words were as quiet as a dream, yet infinitely more real, and Matt dropped his hands to the waistband of the fabric. He paused, watching Dominic’s tongue flit out to wet his full bottom lip; his wide eyes glued to Matt’s hands against the flesh of his hips. Gingerly, the baker tugged down handfuls of denim and cotton boxers, both of them gasping loudly when Dominic’s cock sprung free. Peeling the clothes down to the strong, bony ankles of the blond, Matt left them there, his patience hurtling toward its end at breakneck pace.
Still, he would not allow himself to tackle the other man gracelessly - so he hesitated once more until the moment of desperation passed. His hands glided up the other man’s toned calves and the firm backs of his thighs before gripping the supple skin of his backside in the palms of his hands.
Reverently, he lowered his lips to the softness of Dominic’s inner thigh, groaning in relief when the blond widened his stance. He planted a wet kiss at the crease of the dancer’s thigh, nipping at the pulse point that erratically throbbed there before latching on and sucking in time. A few long pulls brought the faintest blossom of a mark to the surface, and the baker switched sides to start in on the other thigh.
“Please,” Dominic moaned above him, his fingers twisting into the fray of Matt’s hair once more. “Please.”
The baker froze at the words, pulling back and glancing up the expanse of tanned, toned, body above him to meet the desperate eyes of the dancer. “Tell me to stop.”
“No,” Dominic shook his head frantically, “no, please don’t stop.”
Matt grinned, then, squeezing Dominic’s arse once. Softly, lightly, he lapped at the flushed, dripping head of Dominic’s length; raptly watching the way the blond clenched his teeth to stifle a moan. He sucked the tip of his cock into his lips, swirling his tongue beneath the head when Dominic’s mouth fell open, his eyes fluttering and a tiny, cracked “Oh,” falling from his lips.
This time, when Matt stopped, he didn’t have long to wait.
“More,” Dominic panted, licking his lips and groaning, “More, please.”
With a grin he could not repress, the baker gripped Dominic’s hips and pulled him, slowly, inch by pulsing inch into the heat of his mouth. He heard the dancer’s breath quicken, watched the tiny spasms that rippled through his lower abdomen, satisfaction shooting into his veins and making him very, very brave.
But it wasn’t until he felt the fingers in his hair cup his ears and dig into his scalp that he began to move in earnest. He curled his tongue around Dominic’s cock, hugging every contour and mapping the feel of it, pulling back his head while keeping his lips in a tight ring.
“Oh God,” Dominic whimpered, and Matt looked up to see him throw his head back, his eyebrows pinching together as his eyes rolled beneath lowering lashes. It was erotic - so fucking erotic - to see the dancer so exposed; so willing and malleable in his hands. The brunet moaned, hearing Dominic’s answering groan as the vibrations shivered up his cock.
Letting one hand fall to the heaviness of the other man’s balls, Matt pulled his mouth off of the blond, cupping the thick, flushed and shining length with his other hand. He trailed wet, open mouthed kisses down the underside, the heat in his groin rising as Dominic whimpered, sinking his teeth deep into his bottom lip in an obvious attempt to keep from crying out.
By the time Matt’s lips reached the smooth skin where his hand gently massaged, the dancer was whispering jumbled nonsense, his legs shaky and tense. The brunet moved his hands to the back of Dominic’s thighs, holding him tightly - he wasn’t sure how the other man would handle what he had planned next, and didn’t want them to end up in a heap of tangled limbs on the floor.
Tentatively at first, Matt flicked his tongue against Dominic’s balls, paying attention to the way the blond froze as if in surprise. Matt grinned widely, realizing that the dancer must have never been properly sucked off.
So many things I can teach you, Dominic.
He added just the tiniest amount of pressure, head bobbing as he found a rhythm that made the other man pant wantonly in response. Dominic’s knees buckled just the slightest bit when Matt’s tongue found his perineum, teasing the space before leaving it altogether to sit back on his heels.
“F-f-fuck,” Dominic stammered, his black eyes fastened on Matt’s lips as the brunet wiped them with the back of his hand.
Just as Dominic opened his mouth to say more, Matt wrapped his lips around the blond’s dripping length, sucking harder than he had up to that point.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, his hands squeezing the sides of the brunet’s neck.
Matt licked Dominic up and down as he moved, his cheeks caving in when he picked up his pace. Over him, the blond’s grunts became increasingly louder, the only coherent word he uttered being the baker’s name when Matt swallowed around him.
“Matt,” he said suddenly, breathlessly. “Matt, I’m... I’m...”
But he never finished his sentence, and the brunet found his mouth flooded with heat as Dominic came. Matt swallowed, slowing his movements to a near halt while making them steadily softer until the dancer calmed, his fingers seeking the back of Matt’s arms to prod him upward.
Standing to his feet, the baker pulled the still half naked and half hard dancer to himself, taking the other man’s mouth with gentle sucks to his full lower lip. Dominic leaned against him, pressing their bellies together and sighing into the kiss. He wrapped his arms lazily around Matt’s neck and opened his mouth wider, his tongue darting into the baker’s mouth for a quick taste.
They stayed like that for a few moments, snogging wetly with their bodies flush against each other before finally Matt released Dominic’s mouth. He stepped away, eyes dropping to the floor and his chest tightening in fear that the blond would bolt yet again - this time for good. Hesitantly glancing up into Dominic’s eyes, now a hazy grey, Matt waited for the dancer to decide what he wanted next.
“More."