GRE vocab fic Part II
The theme for this installment is discipline.
supplicant: beggar; one who begs or prays for something
Rated PG-13
Dom genuflects before Billy, curling his three longest fingers over the square silver buckle of his belt, looking up at him with young eyes. "Please?"
Billy's parted mouth smirks a bit and he shakes his head silently.
Dom's fingers slide purposefully down the buckle to drag over the crease of denim. He echoes Billy's small smile. "Please, Billy."
Billy's eyes trace his thumb tracing Dom's lower lip. Dom knows not to dart his tongue out, not to lick at that soft, pale, ridged skin. "Once more. With feeling."
Dom shifts his eyes to the metal in front of his nose, then back to Billy's face. "Please," he exhales.
*****
martinet: a rigid disciplinarian
Rated R
Billy crawls up the mattress between the taut, trembling muscles of Dom's thighs, breathing slowly and deeply. He hasn't touched him, but Dom is already moaning and squirming a little in anticipation, making the binds snap and clink against the thick wood of the head and foot of the bed. Billy is on all fours, knees on either side of Dom's hips, palms making the mattress dip a little under Dom's shoulders, but still not touching him at all, keeping his body in a calm tabletop position hovering almost a foot above Dom's torso.
Dom's eyes travel the length of Billy's body that he can see, starting at his knees pressing into the bedspread and making a hungry journey back to his face. He licks his lips and gives a little impatient groan as Billy lets his head dip below his shoulders a little, bringing his mouth a bit closer to Dom's, but not enough. "Fucking get on with it, Bill," he whispers harshly, and without missing a beat, Billy turns and crawls back over to Dom's right foot, pulling the knot out of the scarf with precision.
Suddenly Billy's back in his hovering position and stuffing the black chiffon so far into Dom's mouth that he almost gags. He moves to bite Billy's fingers but those green eyes flash and he thinks better of it. Instead, he growls as best he can around the fabric, wasting precious breath but not caring.
When Billy takes one hand and lays it over his mouth, he smells Billy's skin, can almost taste the salt of it, and his eyes roll back as he thrusts his hips upwards as much as he can, trying, in vain, to achieve more skin-on-skin. Then Billy's hand is gone and it's smacking him hard on the stomach before returning to rest beside his shoulder.
"What did I tell you?" he whispers back, and Dom stills.
supplicant: beggar; one who begs or prays for something
Rated PG-13
Dom genuflects before Billy, curling his three longest fingers over the square silver buckle of his belt, looking up at him with young eyes. "Please?"
Billy's parted mouth smirks a bit and he shakes his head silently.
Dom's fingers slide purposefully down the buckle to drag over the crease of denim. He echoes Billy's small smile. "Please, Billy."
Billy's eyes trace his thumb tracing Dom's lower lip. Dom knows not to dart his tongue out, not to lick at that soft, pale, ridged skin. "Once more. With feeling."
Dom shifts his eyes to the metal in front of his nose, then back to Billy's face. "Please," he exhales.
*****
martinet: a rigid disciplinarian
Rated R
Billy crawls up the mattress between the taut, trembling muscles of Dom's thighs, breathing slowly and deeply. He hasn't touched him, but Dom is already moaning and squirming a little in anticipation, making the binds snap and clink against the thick wood of the head and foot of the bed. Billy is on all fours, knees on either side of Dom's hips, palms making the mattress dip a little under Dom's shoulders, but still not touching him at all, keeping his body in a calm tabletop position hovering almost a foot above Dom's torso.
Dom's eyes travel the length of Billy's body that he can see, starting at his knees pressing into the bedspread and making a hungry journey back to his face. He licks his lips and gives a little impatient groan as Billy lets his head dip below his shoulders a little, bringing his mouth a bit closer to Dom's, but not enough. "Fucking get on with it, Bill," he whispers harshly, and without missing a beat, Billy turns and crawls back over to Dom's right foot, pulling the knot out of the scarf with precision.
Suddenly Billy's back in his hovering position and stuffing the black chiffon so far into Dom's mouth that he almost gags. He moves to bite Billy's fingers but those green eyes flash and he thinks better of it. Instead, he growls as best he can around the fabric, wasting precious breath but not caring.
When Billy takes one hand and lays it over his mouth, he smells Billy's skin, can almost taste the salt of it, and his eyes roll back as he thrusts his hips upwards as much as he can, trying, in vain, to achieve more skin-on-skin. Then Billy's hand is gone and it's smacking him hard on the stomach before returning to rest beside his shoulder.
"What did I tell you?" he whispers back, and Dom stills.