His Propeller (1/1)
Title: His Propeller
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dom Howard/Alex Turner (Arctic Monkeys)
Description: An exercise in PWP, featuring everyone's favorite blond drummer breaking in the lovely, young Alex Turner.
Note: If you stumble across this, you are in no way required to read it or leave me feedback. If it's not your thing, that's perfectly fine. I've placed the text under a cut just for that reason. What floats my boat doesn't necessarily float someone else's, and that's all right. I still love belldom. Pretty much more than life. But Matt went on vacation or something and left Dom to his own devices.
Note 2: This began life as a few paragraphs in the LJ of gripyoutight and found life thanks to her encouragement as well as enthusiasm from weezeuse and dolce_piccante.
Disclaimer: If I owned Dom Howard and Alex Turner, I wouldn't be writing about this. I would have videotaped it and shared it with you all a long time ago. They're not mine but the story is, so no take.
Dom presses his back into the mattress as his hips arch up on their own accord. He moans while a soft, full mouth moves up the line of his shoulder and along the straining curve of his neck. He pants, his body thrashing wildly, and grips the edges of the sleek black leather jacket hanging from the otherwise naked body of the man above him. The man draws back and looks down at Dom, his dark eyes like pools melted chocolate when they locked with Dom's eyes.
Dom grips the jacket harder, and his lover's name falls from his lips in a throaty cry. "Alex..."
Alex curls his lip before smirking at Dom, an act that makes Dom's stomach clench with arousal and excitement. Dom works his hands into Alex's pomade-heavy hair, fingertips getting lost in the heavy strands, and draws Alex's face toward his own.
"You're a whore," Dom murmurs, reaching around to grip Alex's perfect backside. "Look what I've made you into..."
Alex leans in, still smirking, and pushes his tongue into Dom's mouth. They kiss wetly, roughly, tongues sliding and tangling together. Breathless, Dom draws away. "I must say, I'm quite proud of my creation..." he confesses.
Dom sucks Alex's bottom lip into his mouth, lathing and nipping it until Alex becomes a groaning, sighing mess above him. He lifts a hand, smacks Alex's backside, and then returns his attention to the delicious leather jacket that continues to brush against his chest while hanging from his lover’s shoulders.
"...but you still have so much to learn," Dom continues. With the hand not gripping Alex's jacket, he grips one of Alex's hips and pulls him forward until the brunet is straddling him. "Like this. You still have to ride me. I've got to break you in."
Alex laughs while allowing Dom to spread his legs further apart across the drummer's lower abdomen. "You make me sound like an animal."
Dom lifts an eyebrow. He guides Alex upward, forcing the younger man's body to pop up, and settles his cock beneath Alex's already stretched entrance. "You are an animal, my sweet."
Reluctantly he releases the collar of Alex's jacket and uses both hands to slowly guide Alex onto his cock. Dom's cockhead pushes slowly inside Alex's body and they both hiss as tight heat grips the tip of Dom's length.
When Alex is settled atop Dom's cock, Dom begins guiding Alex's hips in a rolling motion. The moment the brunet speeds up, Dom digs his nails into his hips.
"Nice...and slow..."
Alex paws at Dom’s stomach and chest in protest. His face contorts into a look of both pain and pleasure. His hips fall into the steady rhythm set by Dom’s hands even as he protests: “Don’t wanna go slow.”
“I know you don’t, my eager kitten,” Dom purrs, nuzzling Alex’s smooth jaw with the bridge of his nose. He slides a hand under Alex’s leather jacket, the scent of the material stronger than ever as it mixes with Alex’s cologne and sweat. He works his hand up Alex’s stomach and chest until he finds a nipple, which he squeezes between his thumb and forefinger until Alex cries out.
Groaning, Dom continues, “But you have to be broken in before you can ride.”
To punctuate his statement, Dom arches his back and arse off the bed, stabbing his cock deeper into Alex than it has ever been. His balls slap viciously against Alex’s arse, the sound almost lost under the sound of Alex’s cries. In return, the young singer pushes a hand into Dom’s hair, fisting and pulling the strands until they wound around his fingers.
Dom chuckles and eases Alex’s curled fingers from his hair. He nips the fingers playfully before resting the hand on his chest. “See? You’re not ready for a hard, rough, balls-deep fucking.” He arches up once again, burying himself to the hilt simply to enjoy the silken walls gripping his cock.
Alex’s thighs clench Dom’s hips harder than ever before, grinding down on the prick that slides wetly in and out of him, the tightest heat Dom has ever felt.
“You like it?” Dom asks, his hand finding and wrapping around Alex’s neglected cock.
“Ohhhh, yeah,” groans Alex, bucking his hips, “fucking...fuck, Dom.”
Laughing, Dom begins working his hand around the thick, dripping length that bobs between the brunet’s straining thighs. He corkscrews his hand, wanking him lazily, before sliding his fingers down to tease Alex’s heavy, warm balls. “You like a cock up your arse, Turner?”
“Love it. Fucking love this.”
Alex tosses his head back, his heavily-styled hair now falling in a loose, tangled mess around his face. His whole body rolls as he rides Dom, bouncing slightly even as he maintains the steady pace set by Dom’s hand upon his hip. “Want it harder, Dom. Fuck your kitten harder, Cougar. Gimme summit’ to scream about, you fuckin’ slag.”
Dom pulls Alex forward by the cock, drawing a low, pained whine from the singer. He nips at Alex’s parted lips before pressing his own parted lips against them. He does not snog the young man; instead, he opens his mouth wide and lets Alex pant and sigh against his tongue and teeth, breathing in and swallowing each precious cry that falls from Alex’s lips.
“Are you sure you want it harder?” Dom whispers into Alex’s mouth.
“Please,” Alex whimpers. His tongue slips into Dom’s mouth, kissing him wetly and without restraint. “‘M broken in now, Dom and I want it. All of it. Want you balls deep, smacking against my arse as you violate it with your prick."
“Cockwhore.”
Dom runs a hand up along the side of Alex’s neck, stroking this soft skin before stretching his fingers across the singer’s throat. He slams into Alex again and again, his balls slapping the smooth arse he’s fucking, and he gradually tightens his hand around Alex’s neck. He presses his thumb gently against the brunet’s windpipe, cutting off his throaty cries for only a second, and Alex flails, grinding down on Dom's prick harder than ever before.
“Ride me, kitten,” Dom commands. He drops his hand back down to Alex’s cock and begins wanking him with furor, stroking and squeezing him until jags of precome are painting his lower belly. He digs his fingernail into Alex’s slit, making him cry out. “Ride me so I can come in your filthy little arsehole.”
Alex begins bouncing and rocking with abandon, his hips holding Dom like a vice, his thin walls of muscle rippling and quivering around Dom’s cock. Dom’s eyes roll back in his head as Alex’s arsehole sucks his cock inside again and again.
“Oh, God, yes! That’s it!” Dom shouts, jamming his dick into Alex with sloppy, uneven thrusts. “Gonna...oh yes...”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah oh fuck...oh yeah...” comes the reply from above, the voice strained and shattered with pleasure.
Suddenly, Dom arches violently off of the bed. His body trembles as he slams one last time into Alex’s young body, his cock jerking hot streams of spunk into the singer’s depths until he falls back against the mattress, spent. He looks up from the pillow with heavy eyes, watching Alex bounce and rock until he cries out, his body sweating and shaking until he loses control and comes in a hot, sticky mess all over Dom’s chest.
“What a good, obedient kitten you are,” Dom purrs. He pulls Alex’s limp, spent body down atop his own and guides a hand under Alex's jacket, stroking his back until he no longer trembles with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “What a good kitty.”
Alex manages a weak smile and presses a kiss to Dom’s collarbone. In his weakened state, he can offer only a simple, one-word reply.
“Meow."