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Title Kissy Fit
Author Pammie
Pairing DM/BB
Rating
Disclaimer I disclaim
Feedback Getcha to heaven
a/n I was bored. beizy was online. Kissing fic was requested.
He strikes without warning. Literally. There is no warning. Billy can just be watching television or reading a magazine or making some lettuce wraps or eating a mango and then with a disgustingly wet slurp Dom is on him, lips suddenly suctioned to his neck. At this point, there are only two viable options. One is to shake Dom off like the parasite that he is; physically wiggling with jabbing elbows and hands-into-claws until Dom slides backwards, slinking out of sight until the next time he can attack or until dinner is ready.
The other option is far more tantalizing, though it results in nothing being accomplished, sometimes for the rest of the day. Option B is really, under no circumstance, available when Billy is making dinner, and it’s usually not a good idea when he’s otherwise engaged with eating or cooking. Option B is the natural reaction of reaching back, sliding his hands along Dom’s neck and up into the shaggy blondebrown hair.
Once it was called womanlike and Billy withheld until cat-like was referenced. Hands in Dom’s hair, Billy slides along Dom’s thin body, pressing them together. That is, if he’s standing he can do this. If he’s sitting, well, that’s different.
Sitting, Billy needs to get creative. On the sofa, it’s simple. On the sofa, Billy can grab onto Dom, hands holding onto strong, firm shoulders and tugging until Dom lets his feet lift off the ground and allows his body to be tugged over and on to Billy’s lap, anxious on behalf of the rest of him. From his seat at the kitchen table, Billy can stand. And he will stand. Turning as he rises until their lips can meet, and then pushing Dom backward into the counter or the cooler or whatever is nearest.
Dom’s the submissive one. He folds like Elijah playing poker. Show an aggressive hand and he’s out of the game, along for the ride, all but watching what’s going on. Or if Billy is hungry, Dom crumbles like good cheese then melts into Billy. He holds on tightly and lets Billy ravage him; which is probably what Dom wanted in the first place.
Dom is a manipulative son of a bitch. Which is probably why Billy loves him.
It’s World Series of Poker time. Billy knows that this is a disgusting habit but the personalities are so different and some so volatile that he can’t help but watch. Dom doesn’t mind and in fact Billy thinks that he secretly loves it, because that means that he can watch without taking the blame.
Billy is hunched forward, his arms resting on his thighs and one of his thumbs between his lips. He doesn’t know who any of these people are but he likes them and their personalities. And more than that, he likes the idea of having something mindless that he can pay attention to; mindless yet strategic. Much like a conversation with Dom, actually.
The attack comes during the turn and there are three people currently playing the hand. Out of four still sitting at the table, this is exciting and Billy is on edge. Dom nearly falls on him but quickly steadies himself with both hands on Billy’s shoulders. It truly is a suctioning feeling, with Dom sucking at his skin, as if for his life.
Smiling, Billy tilts his head back and wraps his arms around Dom’s shoulders. His hands move up into Dom’s hair, shaggy yet again. Dom moans softly and leans closer, sliding his hands down Billy’s front. “Dom…” Billy whispers and there is no response, just the slow movement up from the neck to his jaw. “Mmmm…” Billy moans.
He pulls then, his arms tensing for a moment as he pulls Dom down until he shifts his weight and moves against Billy. There’s one frightening moment when Dom is in motion and falling over the back of the couch. Then he’s pulling away from Billy’s neck and holding onto the fabric, letting himself slide slowly until he is relaxed against Billy. “Hi…”
Billy smiles and runs his hand through Dom’s hair again. “Hi…” They lean in, moving in together, and meet with a gentle touch of lips. Then another. Then another. Kissing Dom, Billy thinks, is like waves. It’s like the tide coming in and Billy is sitting in the sand enjoying the sunset. That’s what it’s like kissing Dom.
It’s having his butt in the sand and his toes dug in when it’s dry and then slowly the water moves in and first the sand cools off under his feet and then it moistens and then tide just keeps coming in until the water is under him and around his feet making him wet and cool all over.
Dom makes him hot straight through the way the Pacific Ocean gives him chills that go all the way to the bone.
The kiss deepens and Billy is drowning in the tide and it’s good. It’s incredible. It’s amazing. He tastes like apples with just a hint of honey and part of Billy wants to know what Dom was eating in the kitchen, wants to share.
The other half would rather continue kissing forever.
Author Pammie
Pairing DM/BB
Rating
Disclaimer I disclaim
Feedback Getcha to heaven
a/n I was bored. beizy was online. Kissing fic was requested.
He strikes without warning. Literally. There is no warning. Billy can just be watching television or reading a magazine or making some lettuce wraps or eating a mango and then with a disgustingly wet slurp Dom is on him, lips suddenly suctioned to his neck. At this point, there are only two viable options. One is to shake Dom off like the parasite that he is; physically wiggling with jabbing elbows and hands-into-claws until Dom slides backwards, slinking out of sight until the next time he can attack or until dinner is ready.
The other option is far more tantalizing, though it results in nothing being accomplished, sometimes for the rest of the day. Option B is really, under no circumstance, available when Billy is making dinner, and it’s usually not a good idea when he’s otherwise engaged with eating or cooking. Option B is the natural reaction of reaching back, sliding his hands along Dom’s neck and up into the shaggy blondebrown hair.
Once it was called womanlike and Billy withheld until cat-like was referenced. Hands in Dom’s hair, Billy slides along Dom’s thin body, pressing them together. That is, if he’s standing he can do this. If he’s sitting, well, that’s different.
Sitting, Billy needs to get creative. On the sofa, it’s simple. On the sofa, Billy can grab onto Dom, hands holding onto strong, firm shoulders and tugging until Dom lets his feet lift off the ground and allows his body to be tugged over and on to Billy’s lap, anxious on behalf of the rest of him. From his seat at the kitchen table, Billy can stand. And he will stand. Turning as he rises until their lips can meet, and then pushing Dom backward into the counter or the cooler or whatever is nearest.
Dom’s the submissive one. He folds like Elijah playing poker. Show an aggressive hand and he’s out of the game, along for the ride, all but watching what’s going on. Or if Billy is hungry, Dom crumbles like good cheese then melts into Billy. He holds on tightly and lets Billy ravage him; which is probably what Dom wanted in the first place.
Dom is a manipulative son of a bitch. Which is probably why Billy loves him.
It’s World Series of Poker time. Billy knows that this is a disgusting habit but the personalities are so different and some so volatile that he can’t help but watch. Dom doesn’t mind and in fact Billy thinks that he secretly loves it, because that means that he can watch without taking the blame.
Billy is hunched forward, his arms resting on his thighs and one of his thumbs between his lips. He doesn’t know who any of these people are but he likes them and their personalities. And more than that, he likes the idea of having something mindless that he can pay attention to; mindless yet strategic. Much like a conversation with Dom, actually.
The attack comes during the turn and there are three people currently playing the hand. Out of four still sitting at the table, this is exciting and Billy is on edge. Dom nearly falls on him but quickly steadies himself with both hands on Billy’s shoulders. It truly is a suctioning feeling, with Dom sucking at his skin, as if for his life.
Smiling, Billy tilts his head back and wraps his arms around Dom’s shoulders. His hands move up into Dom’s hair, shaggy yet again. Dom moans softly and leans closer, sliding his hands down Billy’s front. “Dom…” Billy whispers and there is no response, just the slow movement up from the neck to his jaw. “Mmmm…” Billy moans.
He pulls then, his arms tensing for a moment as he pulls Dom down until he shifts his weight and moves against Billy. There’s one frightening moment when Dom is in motion and falling over the back of the couch. Then he’s pulling away from Billy’s neck and holding onto the fabric, letting himself slide slowly until he is relaxed against Billy. “Hi…”
Billy smiles and runs his hand through Dom’s hair again. “Hi…” They lean in, moving in together, and meet with a gentle touch of lips. Then another. Then another. Kissing Dom, Billy thinks, is like waves. It’s like the tide coming in and Billy is sitting in the sand enjoying the sunset. That’s what it’s like kissing Dom.
It’s having his butt in the sand and his toes dug in when it’s dry and then slowly the water moves in and first the sand cools off under his feet and then it moistens and then tide just keeps coming in until the water is under him and around his feet making him wet and cool all over.
Dom makes him hot straight through the way the Pacific Ocean gives him chills that go all the way to the bone.
The kiss deepens and Billy is drowning in the tide and it’s good. It’s incredible. It’s amazing. He tastes like apples with just a hint of honey and part of Billy wants to know what Dom was eating in the kitchen, wants to share.
The other half would rather continue kissing forever.