Swapped (2a/2)
Title: Swapped
Author: ms_belle10
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17/18 (and holy fuck am I not kidding)
Summary: The seemingly innocent decision to swap outfits for a gig leads to much more less-innocent behavior (including a bit of role playing) for Matt and Dom. Dom's had his fun--now it's Matt's turn...
fFeedback: Is better than the thought of Dom in a leopard-print full body bodysuit.
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. I do not claim to know or own any individual, piece of creative work, place, or item that you recognize in this fic. The story belongs to me, but the real people do not. No defamation is intended.
With Dom’s words reverberating through the tour bus, Matt lifted one hand wiped the back of his mouth, sucking in air from between his fingers. As he caught his breath, he moved his tongue around in his mouth and could still taste Dom’s flavor clinging to the soft flesh of his inner cheeks. He knew he would give Dom hell later for doing something so filthy, but Matt loved the way his mouth tasted in that moment; it was a delicious combination of Matthew and Dominic that Matt often tried to describe but found, despite his wordsmith ways, only one word that fit: perfect.
Matt was torn from his reverie by Dom grasping him by the lapels of the pink leopard-print shirt that still hung open from his shoulders. Dom pulled Matt forward roughly, making Matt stumble, and he grasped at the shining braces that still hung limply at Dom’s sides.
“So fucking rough, Matthew,” Matt teased as he tilted his head back to meet Dom’s eyes.
“Did you not hear what I said?” Dom asked as he pushed the leopard print shirt from Matt’s body. He traced his fingers across Matt’s pale bare shoulders before gripping the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling, hard. If words would not spur Matt into action, perhaps force would. “I told you to bend over and stick that whore arse in the air, Howard.”
Before Matt could reply, Dom growled and turned Matt around in his arms. He brought Matt flush against his chest and slipped his long, calloused fingers beneath the waistband of Matt’s trousers. He delved downward along Matt’s hot skin, seeking and finally finding the sensitive patch of skin between Matt’s right hip and his stomach. When Matt gasped and grew tense beneath Dom’s fingers, Dom laughed and bit down on the curve of Matt’s neck, between his shoulder and left ear.
Matt closed his eyes and wriggled beneath Dom’s hands, which now roamed freely inside Matt’s trousers. Dom’s touch was both intoxicating and infuriating, for he was touching Matt everywhere but the place Matt was dying to be touched, and it drove him mad. He promised himself, even as he mewled and sighed under Dom’s talented hands, that he would make Dom pay for this, for the stupid fucking leopard print, for the silly games, for all of it.
“Would you fucking touch my cock already?” Matt yelped after Dom’s fingers teased the dip of his navel. He grasped Dom’s left forearm and tried to force it down, away from his stomach and onto his throbbing, dripping cock. “You’re such a teasing cunt, Matt!”
Dom clucked his tongue in Matt’s ear, amused that Matt hadn’t yet realized his refusal to submit was only drawing out his torture. If Dom had his way, he would have had his tongue sliding in and out of Matt’s arsehole minutes before, but Matt had to be stubborn and difficult and draw things out unnecessarily. Dom twisted his arm away from Matt’s cloying fingers and flattened his hand against the small of the singer’s back, just above his tailbone. He ducked his head and nipped Matt’s ear before growling, “If you would stop being such a stubborn bitch, I’d already be touching you.”
He slid his hand along Matt’s spine and down the back of his skinnies to trace the divide between his arse cheeks with one finger. When Matt moaned, Dom licked the outline of Matt’s ear and asked hoarsely, “Mmm, like that, do you? Want more?”
“Oh, yes.” Matt wiggled and sighed against Dom’s long middle finger, which was slowly sliding between his arse cheeks, never quite touching Matt’s arsehole.
Dom pulled his hand from Matt’s trousers and pushed Matt forward, causing Matt to fall onto his hands and knees next to the coffee table. Matt didn’t yell or cry out when he hit the floor, he only grunted and shot Dom a withering look over one pale shoulder.
“You look like a dirty fucking whore on your hands and knees. And you are a whore, aren’t you? You’re a cocksucking slut, that’s what you are,” Dom mused as he pulled Matt’s shirt over his head and shook out his damp blonde hair. He smacked Matt’s arse with the shirt, tossed it aside, and gripped Matt’s hips with both hands.
“Fucking abusive wanker,” Matt grumbled as he felt Dominic’s hands begin easing his trousers down. He ignored the way the Berber carpeting twisted into his knees and elbows as he rocked on all fours, helping Dom pull his extra-tight trousers from his legs.
“I’m not abusive and you know it. You fucking love this. You love it when I shove you around, when I call you names. You’re my whore, my cum loving slut, and you wouldn’t have it any other way,” Dom reminded him with a laugh.
Dom kicked his trousers away and settled on his knees behind Matt, prepared to slide his fingers and mouth against Matt’s bum. But he stopped short and simply stared at the pale, raven-haired man laid out before him. They had both changed so much since their first night together; Dom easily recalled how fragile Matt felt in his arms, and then remembered with a soft smile at how the thin man came alive, transforming into a moaning, writhing, scratching wildcat. That same wildcat, Dom’s own Little One, was once again stretched out, offering his body for Dom’s pleasure.
With a moan, Dom cupped Matt’s bum with one hand and leaned over the singer. He bowed his head and kissed along one sharply angled shoulder blade, his hot mouth a contrast to Matt’s cool skin. Dom moved slowly along Matt’s spine, placing wet kisses randomly along the vertebrae while his hand moved down the plane of Matt’s chest and stomach.
“Yes,” Matt hissed as Dom’s hand hovered just above his cock. “Yes, there, touch me there!”
“So fucking beautiful when you beg like a slut,” Dom whispered as he brought both hands to rest on Matt’s arse.
Dom rested his thumbs on Matt’s arse cheeks and slowly parted them, revealing a perfect pink arsehole to Dom’s hungry gaze. He lowered his mouth, pursed his lips, and spit onto Matt’s tight hole before sweeping the saliva back up with the tip of his tongue. Dom heard Matt give a tiny, satisfied sigh before pushing hips back against Dom’s lips. Dom, in return, tightened his grip on Matt’s bum, pressed his face down, and sucked hard on Matt’s quivering arsehole. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked noisily as he probed Matt’s entrance with the tip of his tongue, flickering and twisting against the deliciously tight hole.
“You taste so good,” Dom moaned as he traced Matt’s hole with the tip of his tongue. “So fucking good, and all mine…”
Matt curled his fingers against the carpet and dug his nails into the thick pile, gripping at individual fibers as he rocked his arse against Dom’s plundering lips. Tiny gasps and grunts escaped his parted mouth as he struggled to support himself on trembling arms. He could feel his arsehole stretching around Dom’s probing tongue, which fucked him with slick, slithering strokes, and every movement Dom’s mouth made traveled straight to Matt’s cock, which was hard and dripping onto the carpet below.
“You…like that?” Matt gasped as he rocked his hips against Dom’s mouth. “You like eating my arse, don’t you? You call me the fucking slut, but look at yourself, Bellamy; you’ve got your tongue up my bum and you’re moaning like a bitch.”
Dom responded with a particularly wicked thrust of his tongue and Matt cried out. He buried his fingers into the carpet as he choked out, “So fucking good with your mouth.” He pulled in a desperate breath before going on. “I know you’re…oh cunting hell, yes…you’re good with your fingers…aren’t you? Stick your fingers in my arse and fuck me with them…I want to see how talented you really are.”
Dom pulled his wet mouth away from Matt’s shining pink arsehole and licked his lips, pulling the last of the singer’s taste from his mouth. He sucked his middle finger into his mouth, past the second knuckle, and withdrew it with a pop. He looked down and watched Matt’s porcelain body heave with anticipatory breaths and Dom’s heart constricted with the knowledge that Matt was so breathlessly excited and aroused just for him, because of him.
“Like this?” Dom breathed as he pressed the shining pad of his middle finger against Matt’s arsehole and watched it quiver and flex in anticipation. Grinning to himself, he pushed his finger into Matt’s tight, hot opening and groaned as the singer’s walls hugged his finger. “Is this what you wanted, Howard? You love it when I finger your gorgeous tight arse, don’t you?”
When Matt didn’t reply, Dom twisted and curved his finger in Matt’s tight heat and tried again. “Open those cocksucking lips and answer me, you filthy bitch!”
“Nnngh…oh yes…yes…I love it when you finger me!” His hips rocked violently as Dom pushed a second finger into his body and found his prostate. Matt’s head fell forward, his forehead touching the floor, as he screamed out. “Fucking cunting GOD! DOMINIC!”
The things Dom was doing with just one finger were making Matt’s brain into a muddled mess. Too many sensations and too much pleasure were reducing him to a trembling figure at the drummer’s mercy. His cock throbbed in agony and Matt could feel each milky stream of pre-cum that drooled from his tip and onto the floor. It was too much; he had to touch himself.
Matt pulled one trembling hand away from the carpet and reached down to cup his aching arousal. Just as the curves of his fingers wrapped around the dripping tip, Dom delivered a rough smack to Matt’s arse.
“Don’t fucking touch yourself,” Dom hissed as he yanked Matt’s hand away. “When you cum, my little whore, it’ll be because I’ve got my cock so far up your arse you think you’re going to die. It won’t be because you’re using your hand to get yourself off.”
“You fucking cocksucking bastard!” Matt whimpered. He tried again to wrap his hand around his cock, but Dominic denied him by delivering another stinging slap to his bum. “Just fucking fuck me already! I want your cock in my arsehole, and I want it in there now, you fucking cocktease!”
“Oh, baby,” Dom sighed, pressing his mouth against one smooth arse cheek. “All you had to do was ask.” He punctuated his words by biting harshly, digging his teeth into the skin and his lips sucking until he could feel a welt rise beneath his tongue. He lifted his mouth from Matt’s porcelain skin, studied the purplish-red bruise that was already pressing against the milky white flesh, and smiled proudly.
Matt felt Dom move away from him and he looked over one shoulder in time to see the drummer move towards the coffee table. He watched Dominic move and was entranced by the fluid, almost graceful movements of his tanned body. Matt licked his lips as he watched Dom approach the coffee table; his blue eyes traced every straining muscle and delicious sinew in the drummer’s body, beginning with the strong sculpted shoulders and finishing with the pert golden bum that looked so beautiful beneath Matt’s own pale fingers.
“Dom,” Matt whispered, staring at Dom’s backside as the drummer picked up a bottle of lube. “So fucking gorgeous it hurts me.”
Dom felt a shiver run down his spine at Matt’s words. He knew they were honest, not just mewled in the throes of passion, and it made him smile; it was one of Matt’s endearing quirks, to deliver a line so sincere and sweet right before a raucous fuck. He popped the lid from the lube and lazily squeezed a bit of the cool gel into his hand.
“You know I like compliments,” Dom said with a smirk, “but you might as well save the sweet talk. I’m still going to fuck you like a dirty whore.”
Dom returned to his previous position behind Matthew, who had waited patiently on his hands and knees while Dom grabbed the lube. He leaned forward and licked the sharp angles of Matt’s shoulder blades, tasting the pale skin that smelled like cologne and sweat and sex. He licked a trail up to Matt’s ear and let his lips linger there.
“Beg me again,” Dom said as he brought his lubed hand up against Matt’s arsehole. He licked the shell of Matt’s ear and whispered, “Beg me to fuck you.”
Matt turned his head to the side so he could see Dom out of the corner of one blue eye. Dom’s face was wet with sweat and a few droplets ran down from his honey blonde hair to trace his temples and jaw. Before he could stop himself, Matt slipped his tongue out from between his lips and swept up one bead of sweat from the side of Dom’s face.
“Fuck me, Dominic,” Matt whispered in a husky voice. He brushed his lips over the stubbled line of Dom’s jaw. “You know I’m your whore, Dominic. That I want only you.” He tossed his head towards the shuttered window and the fans outside. “But they don’t know that. Make me scream for you, Dom. I want them to hear me scream your name.”
Dom felt something burst in his belly at Matt’s words, like a slow-burning flame had erupted into a wildfire. A low growl, possessive and primal, escaped Dom’s throat at Matt’s words and he turned his head to capture Matt’s bottom lip between his teeth.
With Matt’s fine bottom lip still captured between his teeth, Dom whispered, “I love it when you scream for me like a dirty slut, Matthew. Mmm…I can’t wait for the fans to find out what a whore you really are.” He lathed Matt’s lip with his hot tongue before releasing it from his hold.
Dom moved back behind the singer, taking a moment in his approach to brush his fingers over the dark magenta bruise on Matt’s bum. Once he settled himself behind Matt’s body, Dom took a moment to run his lubricated hand over his cock, which had been aching and stiff for what seemed like eternity. Although he could still taste a bit of his own cum in his mouth, Dom felt like it had been decades since he last came; he looked down at Matt’s perfect arse and realized too many hours had passed since he last possessed the raven-haired singer.
Once his cock was slick and shining with lube, Dom placed one hand on the small of Matt’s back and leaned forward until the tip of his erection pressed against Matt’s tight entry.
“Are you ready to scream for me?”
“Cunting hell, yes! Fuck me, Dominic!” Matt cried as he pitched his body backwards, trying desperately to force Dom’s slick cock into his arse. He could feel Dom pressed against his entry, teasing him deliciously, and Matt wiggled his bum, trying to get that cock inside of his body. Nothing felt as proper as Dom’s cock sliding inside of him, pumping and pulsing and fucking him until his eyes rolled back in his head.
Dom reached forward and twined one hand in Matt’s ebony hair. He yanked on the damp locks, pulling Matt’s head back, as he guided his cock into Matt’s tight, hot arse. Matt shuddered violently as Dom pushed into him, and Dom had to steady Matt’s body by gripping one bony hip with his free hand. Dom remained still for a moment and simply enjoyed the way Matt’s tight walls clung, trembling, to his cock. The sensation alone was enough to make Dom want to blow his load, but it was too soon, much too soon…
He made a few tentative thrusts, allowing Matt to adjust, before pushing in earnest. Matt spasmed beneath him and Dom pushed harder, seeking Matt’s sensitive prostate. As he thrusted, he moved his hand from Matt’s hip and wrapped it around his cock. Matt’s skin was already slippery with pre-cum, making Dom’s hand slide fluidly along Matt’s hard, hot flesh.
“Yes, Dominic,” Matt hissed through clenched teeth as he felt Dom’s hand wrap around him.
“I can’t hear you,” Dom taunted as he gave Matt’s length a lazy stroke.
“YES, DOMINIC!” Matt shouted, the words tearing from his throat. “Keep touching my cock, you blonde arse-fucking slut! Make me cum for you!”
"Such an obedient boy,” laughed Dom. He dragged his thumb over Matt’s dripping tip and spread the creamy fluid over the skin, lubricating Matt’s cock with his own pre-cum. “Tell me what you want, Matthew.”
“I want you to fuck me harder!” cried Matt, his voice rising into a falsetto. “Fuck me hard and then lick your cum from my arse!”
Dom shuddered as Matt’s words rolled over him. He heard the singer gasping and whimpering, and what had been small tremors were now full blown shudders that wracked Matt’s small, pale body as he rocked against Dom’s cock. Encouraged by Matt’s whines and trembles, Dom pushed deeper, sinking his whole length into Matt’s tight arse until his balls smacked against Matt’s skin.
“So fucking close,” Dom wheezed as he slammed into Matt’s body again and again. “So fucking close to coming inside of you, Matty.”
Matt’s eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelashes swept against his cheeks as Dom’s thrusts increased. There were tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, caused by the dangerously addicting mix of pleasure and pain that washed over him in waves. He buried the fingers of his left hand in the plush white pile beneath his body and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Dom’s hand, which was still working furiously around Matt’s cock.
“C-cum inside of me, you bitch,” Matt whispered. Dom’s cock was nailing his prostate with every thrust and he could feel his orgasm burning in the pit of his belly, threatening to spill over his fingers at any moment.
“FUCKING CHRIST!” Dom roared as his head fell back. His orgasm ripped through him like fire and his whole body surged forward as he came. He buried his cock up to the hilt, yanked Matt’s hair with vicious fingers, and shot his load deep into Matt’s body, coming until streams of warm white seed spilled from Matt’s arse and ran down his milky white thighs.
“Dom, Dom…” Matt squeezed his eyes shut as Dom shuddered and came inside of him. He could feel Dom still moving inside of him, thrusting through the sticky mess of his own cum and pushing against Matt’s prostate. “Dominic…”
Dom quickened the pumping motions of his hand and leaned forward to hiss in Matt’s ear. “Scream for me, baby. Let them hear you scream my name…tell them who made you cum like a filthy fucking whore.”
And just like that, Matt was falling. Falling and burning up and exploding all at once. His body rocked and buckled under its own weight as he came in hot streams all over his and Dom’s joined hands and his own belly. The words tore from his throat as his body bucked and heaved and tears spilled from his electric blue eyes.
“DOMINIC! FUCKING CUNTING HELL, DOMINIC! YES!”
Dom held Matt’s body in his trembling arms while the singer rode out his orgasm. Dom clung to Matt until he stopped shaking and then he slowly pulled out. It was when he pulled his cock from Matt’s body did he realize the mess he’d made all over Matt’s arse and thighs.
“Mmm,” he whispered, getting on his hands and knees behind Matt’s bum. “Look at this mess I made…”
“Lick it up,” Matt ordered in a pant. “Lick it all up, whore.”
Dom reached out and swept a bit of cum from the back of Matt’s right thigh with two fingers. He brought them to his mouth and then paused. “Matthew, look at me.”
Matt looked over his shoulder and sucked a sharp breath in between his teeth. The sight of Dom kneeling behind him, two cum-drenched fingers pressed to his lips, caused Matt’s heart to stumble and miss a few beats. He swallowed hard and whispered, “I told you to lick it up, Dominic.”
Dom met Matt’s dark blue gaze and sucked his cum-covered fingers into his mouth. He pumped the fingers in and out between his full lips, teasing Matt with how he sucked the milky white seed from his skin. When he pulled the fingers from his mouth, Matt was still looking at him expectantly.
“How does it taste?” the singer asked.
“Good,” Dom answered. “Like me…and like you. I want more.”
Dom pressed his full lips against the back of Matt’s thigh and licked up the traces of cum that lingered on his skin. He flattened his tongue against the porcelain flesh and licked upwards, sweeping up his own cum from Matt’s bum with a hungry tongue.
“Not there, fuck, not there,” Matt moaned, still peeking over his shoulder to watch Dom’s blonde head bob against his arse. “Lick your cum from my arsehole, Dom.”
Dom groaned and pushed his nose against the smooth cleft of Matt’s arse. He smiled against the skin, laughing a bit at the position he was in; Matt had always been a kinky little bastard, be it with handcuffs or riding crops or games with cum. He tilted his head to the side and gave Matt’s bruised arse cheek a little kiss before sliding his tongue forward and licking up the warm cum that rested against Matt’s hole. Dom flicked the tip of his tongue against the super-sensitive entrance as he greedily lapped up the last bit of cum. He gave Matt’s arsehole one final suck and lifted his head.
“So good,” Dom announced as he rocked back on his heels. He exhaled loudly and wiped his damp blonde fringe from his forehead and eyes. “Fuck, Matt…you make me fucking insane. Now…do you have anything to say to that?”
Matt turned around and crawled towards Dom, wearing what he hoped was his most predatory smirk. He stretched out one hand, pushed Dom backwards, and straddled his waist, pinning the drummer to the floor.
“Oh yes,” Matt whispered as he looked down at Dom with glittering blue eyes. “My turn.”