You’re an odd one, Dominic Monaghan, you know that?

[misterboydsir]

Continues from here.



Billy: *I flicker my attention directly back to Dom, suddenly aware how very much alone we are. My arms slide more firmly around his back, and I look up at him, biting my lip to hide my huge smile.* We should do the dishes... *I whisper softly, sliding my hands in the back pockets of his trousers.*

Dom: *Should we?... My grin becomes subtle, watching his adorable expression. His smile always gives him away; that sneaky little grin that he tries to hide, (perhaps just so I can find it again). I love the way he does that. I love... romancing him. Like this. It's like opening a gift. He conceals himself for me and lets me discover him. Piece by piece, I reveal him. And in the end, when all of the wrapping is gone, I find him. I find him waiting there for me. Every time, he's new and beautiful. I rub my hands slowly up his back, feeling his body press to me, and I try to lure his next thought from his lips, voice bending gently.* ...but...

Billy: But what? *I ask teasingly, fingers squeezing his bum lightly as I grin at him, the tip of my tongue poking out from between my teeth. He’s so fun to tease with, to string along until both of us feel we can’t take anymore and then reel back in quickly, capturing him in my embrace.* You don’t want your parents to come home to a house full of dirty dishes, do you? What would they think? *I pull my hands from his pockets and back slowly out of his arms, giving him a wink and turning as if to move in the direction of the kitchen.*

Dom: *A little laugh bounces off of my lips and I start. But then, stop. My smile begins to fade. I think I’d meant to go after him, but as it is, I’m stuck in place, feet glued to the floor. My eyes are caught on the motion of something; the edges above the backs of his knees, the slight sway of his kilt as he turns out of my arms. I’m silent for moments, not realising, mind occupied suddenly with wonder. Wonder that such a loose piece of clothing is able to accentuate these subtle, perfect areas of his shape as he moves. Wonder that I’d ever forgotten how beautiful his bare legs are, and why they are even more so now as I watch the cloth scarcely brush against his skin. My eyes don’t dare to move.*

Billy: *I’ve already made it four steps towards the kitchen and he hasn’t caught me and pulled me back. What gives? I’m slightly offended. I turn back around, looking at him.* You’re actually going to let me go do the dishes? *I raise an eyebrow, smirking slightly, and then I notice his eyes aren’t on my face as they should be. In fact, from this angle they look like their focused downward, almost to the floor.* What? *I ask, looking down at the floor as well, wondering if he’s seen a spider or something of the sort.* What?

Dom: *The sudden twirl of the kilt catches me off-guard, and I look up, recalling with some faint memory that...I think...he's said something. Heaven help me, I don't remember what... My head shakes and I blink, trying to put my thoughts back together.* What? *I ask, finally focusing into his eyes.*

Billy: That’s what I asked you. *I give him A Look, shaking my head and turning back to the kitchen again.* I’m going to do the dishes... *I say in a sing-song voice, looking back over my shoulder at Dom again.* Are you going to let me? Or help me? Or did you have something else in mind? Or are you just going to stand there for the rest of the day?

Dom: I...uh... *Oh, Billy, stop turning around... My glances flicker down and back up to his face, and it isn't long before they're down again. The ridges of the kilt spin close, and then fan out again, wrapping his thighs gently before releasing back into place. I swallow, wishing I had tried harder to hear what he said this time...damn it. The edges of the cloth brush the tender backs of his knees again and I continue watching, feeling my mind slowly begin to erase. Bloody hell, Billy...* Uh... *Somehow, I shake, hearing my own voice, and my eyes spring up as soon as they can.* Yes. *I answer, at the same time thinking, Yes? Yes what?, while repeatedly kicking myself.*

Billy: *I swear I didn’t drug any of the dinner. Not intentionally. Besides, his parents aren’t acting this weird, and they ate everything he did. So did I. So what is his problem? I shake my head and continue walking, disappearing into the kitchen. Sometimes I just don’t understand that man.*

Dom: *He's leaving. Great. Very nice, Dom. I sigh and follow after him, trying, trying not to look anywhere lower than his shoulders.* Billy... *He's stopped at the kitchen sink and as soon as I see him, I remember and I take a sudden breath.* I'm sorry. I don't want you to do the dishes. *I stop behind him silently and wait now, praying I won't look down.*

Billy: *I pause for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to turn and look at him. On any other day I’d be angry with him, but today I find I’m having trouble working up even a slight irritation. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I turn to face him, leaning against the sink.* You’re an odd one, Dominic Monaghan, you know that?

Dom: *A smile begins on my lips. I tuck my hands into my back pockets where his used to be.* Why did you ever agree to marry me? *I play along, loving how his little smile twists at me when he tries to hide it, how I get the feeling...he's starting to forget the dishes.*

Billy: *I shrug nonchalantly, smiling as I cross my arms in front of me.* Moment of weakness, I suppose. *I tease, leaning back to push myself away from the counter and take a few steps closer to him.* Now, do you want to tell me where you were a few minutes ago? *I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.*

Dom: *Well, this isn't all going...exactly how I thought... My smile flickers as he steps closer, eyes shifting down again. Damn it. Look at it, tapering around his front. It's undoing me. Slowly taking me apart. I want to own everything it's hiding. I want to know.* I was...

Billy: You were what, love? *I ask softly, raising a hand to drift it close to his cheek. I hold it there for a moment before finally resting it against his skin, turning his face up so his eyes meet mine. I don’t know why he’s having so much difficulty with that tonight.*

Dom: *My focus jumps back to his gaze, startled from my thoughts to the point of a small tremble. His touch sinks into my skin, but it isn't enough to stop what I'm beginning to feel. He's going to find out, after all. Everything I want to know. Why my hand is utterly tempted, at this nearness, to feel that thin cloth and press it to his body; to discover just how thin it is. Why my glances keep stirring, longing to see his pale colour contrast with the cloth, his bareness creeping up underneath like a sweet invitation.* I was... *He looks so intently at me; he probably thinks I've gotten food poisoning or something.* ...daydreaming.

Billy: Oh. *I remark curiously, passing my thumb over his lips, watching the way his eyes shift from here to there, having trouble staying focused on my gaze.* About what? It’s got you quite engrossed, I must say.

Dom: *Your kilt, your bloody kilt, look down! Do you know what you're doing to me? ...I nod slightly, pretending I'm able to have conversation.* Yeah, it's um... *Incredible, torturous, deadly, erotic... I want to touch you, Billy. I've thought of a thousand new ways to please you. Just let me get on my knees and show you. ... Shite I need to stop thinking.* It's... ...nothing. *I wince inwardly. Somehow I think I should stop talking, too.*

Billy: Ah. *I raise an eyebrow at him, silent for a moment. I break away abruptly, turning my back on him and rolling up my sleeves. I don’t have to share my thoughts and desires with him either, then. I survey the mounds of dishes on the counter, wondering where to start, wondering how long it will take for Dom to make me stop.*

Dom: *I watch him step toward the sink, the space around me suddenly emptied of warmth. He hasn't forgotten the dishes... A bit of regret crosses my face, knowing that I've let him return to the sink when he's made it clear that he'd really rather be doing something else. He turns on the tap and the soft sound only makes the silence worse. I want to say something. Distract him again. Be honest with him... But what do I say? Billy, I'm sorry. What I meant was... 'your kilt is possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen and, frankly, it makes me want to make unbelievable love to you.'? I can't... My eyes trace him, his quiet shape. I miss him being near to me. I miss his touch on me. Slowly, I step forward, and I forget to stop. My hands rise to meet his hips as I draw into him. I press my chest gently to his back, chin dipping to his shoulder, sighing lightly near his ear as my hands finally discover the rough fabric of his kilt under their palms and hold it to his body. My eyelids fall softly, cheek warming against his.* Billy...

Billy: *My breath leaves me in a whoosh, and suddenly my body is far more attracted to the rest of the room than it is to the sink. And because Dom is blocking my body’s path to the rest of the room, my body has no choice but to press into his. Whoops. I tip my head closer to his, rubbing my cheek along his, skin rubbing smoothly and warmly together. He’s so good at playing these games. Most of the time I don’t even think he’s playing them. He teases me, I resist as valiantly as possible, and ultimately fall prey to him. It’s a vicious cycle.* Dommie... *I murmur, letting my eyes fall shut, absorbing the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest against my back, his hands on my hips.* Would you mind terribly if we didn’t do the dishes right now? If we... went upstairs instead?

Dom: Mm? *My brow rises, feeling him softly reciprocate to the structure of my body, his cheek gliding on mine so easily. I didn't know he wanted this so much... So quickly, he's allowing me to have full reign, and I grow suddenly obedient to his desires, hoping that they will remain his distraction from what I can't help doing. Slowly, my fingers trip down the sides of his hips, fingers pressing and pulling a bit of the fabric of his kilt up his thighs, into my palms. The rough threads brush my skin. I want to continue reeling it into my grasp, to spider-walk through it with my fingers until I find his tender skin. I lean my nose to his temple and rest my lips on his blushing cheek, fingers rubbing gently below.* Whatever you want...

Billy: You know what I want... *I whisper, tipping my lips as close to his ear as possible. One hand snakes behind us and finds his leg, sliding up the side of his thigh as I lean back against him, letting him support me a little. He’s got me tingling all over, easy enough considering it’s Dom, but I really want to get out of the kitchen before we start anything.* Bedroom, love. Let’s go to the bedroom.

Dom: *My response comes as a warm sigh on his skin, my lips still holding his cheek, knees threatening to bend into him as he strokes my thigh. Already, I'm losing sense of direction, wondering which way I should move to start us off toward the stairs. The harsh sound of running water echoes into my mind and my eyes open to the sink, the tap still cascading down in a beam. I regretfully move my hand from his hip, reaching out to twist the handle. The sound ends and I'm still kissing him as I retrieve my hand around his waist, rubbing gently, carefully the slight bend of his stomach and moving my other hand to his grasping at my leg. I wrap our fingers together and hold him hesitantly before slowly letting go, stepping away, lips coming off of his cheek in a slow release, my body losing half of its warmth and comfort. But I take his hand as he turns to face me, that removed gaze flickering up into my eyes, the one that I study for moments. When I know I have enough strength to move again, enough focus to see the bed vividly in my mind - unmade in our motion, our bodies curling and struggling within the sheets, sweat rising on our bare arms and legs, his eyes soothing my release as he watches me - I finally turn and begin to lead him toward the stairs.*

Billy: *Our fingers tangle together, reminiscent of how our bodies will soon be, and my heart skips a few beats as my feet near the stairs. Why is it that I feel like a blushing virgin every time we do this, every time our passion takes its sweet time, giving us time to think and prepare for the act of love we’re about to partake in? It’s such a sweet feeling, so different from the high-running emotions of our frantic lovemaking, though both feelings are indescribable. We walk slowly up the stairs, hand in hand, side by side, and down the hall to our bedroom, and as we enter I’m hard pressed to think of another time I’ve been so grateful to see our bed. Of course, I think that every time, don’t I? Shutting the door behind us and taking the necessary steps into the room, I let go of his hand and sit on the end of the bed, already toeing off my socks and shoes as I look up at him, smile muted but evident.*

Dom: *I watch him silently; watch him sit down on the bed, watch the familiar, fragile lift of the kilt when he bends, watch the edges dragging to the pale, lightly freckled place just above his knee. I'm barely concentrating as I begin to slide out of my own shoes, eyes grazing along his bare legs as I reach down for my socks. There's an opening between his legs as he sits, a place where the kilt loosely bridges the gap between his thighs. That part of him... It's that lovely part of him that no one else knows. And this act that we're preparing for guarantees that he's chosen me to know it again. It's exhilarating. He'll allow me inside. Even though I know he wore the kilt to keep himself safe, wanting to protect and cover his intimate places. He'll hold me at bay for moments. And then he'll still and welcome me inside when he discovers... I want to claim him there. I want to pleasure him there while he sits and feels and waits and holds my head between his legs in gratification. I can't take my eyes away from that place.*

Billy: *He’s in that daze again, one that always secretly delights me because I know I’m the one that’s caused it... but this time it’s slightly different for some reason. More intense. More focused. Either way, his gaze burns a hole through my body that drives me insane with anticipation. This undressing business is taking too long and is yielding far too little skin. Time for me to intervene. I stand up, stepping forward as my hands come to rest on the top button of his shirt. I quickly pop it through the hole, eyes shifting to his as I move on to the next, and then the next.* I really did have an eye for you when I picked out this shirt. *I murmur, tiny smile catching and holding on my lips.* Although I think I’d like it even better if it were on the floor over there.

Dom: *My eyes flicker up, unable to look at his kilt as he comes closer. So I watch his fingers take hold of my shirt, pushing at the buttons until they are free, and as my focus returns to me, I glance up into his eyes, feeling his hands still moving softly at my chest. He has that tiny smile, playing on his lips; he knows that I'd let him do anything he wants. The more coolness I feel on my skin between us, the more his cleverness grows; the more I begin to respond with my own small smile, feeling his cold fingers grazing my belly as he finishes with the shirt. I love the feeling. Even the coldness. Maybe my skin is just too warm. I lift my hands and take his, carefully opening them and pressing his palms against my bare stomach. His touch is suddenly cool and makes my stomach jump, but I think maybe it's my job to make it warm again. So I hold his hands where they are as I look at him, beginning to smile even more when his fingers slightly move, his glance falling there.*

Billy: *His skin is so warm, which of course makes a hell of a lot of sense, and so soft... I don’t think I spend enough time on this section of skin. I love his stomach. I love everything about it. I love the rigidity of muscle, the softness of skin, the way it ripples and jumps when I touch it just right. I love the little dip of his belly button, just the right spot for my tongue, and the little trail of hair that leads down, down down to a prize only I have the right to win. I’d lean and kiss his stomach now, let my tongue relearn all the twists and turns, but that isn’t the order of things. My lips need to caress somewhere he’ll like even better. Instead my palms mirror his skin, conforming to the planes of his belly, fingers moving in slight circles, pressing and revolving on the surface. I lean in, lips tripping across lips for a brief moment before taking a detour and finding his neck, placing slow, deep kisses against the tender column of his throat. One of the most valuable things I ever learned was that he liked to be touched on his neck. I’ll never forget it.*

Dom: *My eyes flutter shut, head tilting to give him room as he leans in to my throat. Oh, that heat and wet motion; he uses every trick possible, with his tongue and his teeth and those soft, beautiful, delicate lips. He knows how I love this... My head lulls further to the side, and this time I have no intentions - almost no conscience whatsoever. My hands are motionless on his, even as his fingers rub into the tensing surface of my belly. His sounds are almost too much to bear, echoing below my ear where he kisses and sucks gently; those soft sounds that would be drowned out with any hint of noise. But the quiet of this room only accentuates each little whisper, tiny breaths between kisses, the sound like droplets playing on the pool of my skin. My hands finally fall from his and I carefully bend my arms back, fingers reaching at the cuffs of my shirt and tugging. I sink my shoulders and the shirt slips off, sliding from my arms and onto the floor. I feel the coolness of the room around me, making me vulnerable, turning my thoughts to Billy's warmth, but I'm not about to move from this deep, beautiful caress.*

Billy: *My tongue travels every inch of skin, trying to dissolve every bit of his taste. But no matter how many times I pass over a certain spot, I still taste him there, taste every bit of him concentrated, the essence of Dom. I can’t take it all in. But I’d be perfectly happy to keep trying. This is my way of worshipping him. This is my way of speaking my devotion without words. Finding those little spots along every delicious inch of skin that make him catch his breath, his stomach rising and falling unsteadily under my hand. He tastes like heaven.*

Dom: *A sigh pushes through my lips and I can't hold it in, head tilting toward his hair to let him know all that I'm thankful for. This is so good... Does he know how good this is? This kind of touching could rock me to sleep, at the same time heightening all of my senses for his body. Now I know the reality of the words "I must be dreaming." And he'll be with me for the rest of my life... I have yet to feel this hundreds and thousands of times. I've never known someone to want to care for me so much. He'd dedicate his life to making me feel this way... I turn my head to his hair and kiss as well as I can near his ear, loving the way the sound on him mixes with his sounds upon me. His tongue grazes my throat and I move my hands to his body, holding his waist, sliding my hands up his sides, then moving my fingers to the buttons down his front, unfastening them in slow, insequential order.*

Billy: *I feel his fingers moving, only dimly at first, so intent I am on the skin beneath my lips. But then I feel them, and so need I am for his touch I arch slightly forward, our hands getting trapped between our bodies. My mouth burns a trail down to his shoulders, across the smooth arches and strong straight muscles. How is it that every part of him tastes different, each space better than the last? I need more. More, more, more.*

Dom: *I manage the last few buttons of his shirt from between our bodies, all the while losing my breath on my sudden sighs, body recoiling and gaining goose bumps from his tongue on my skin, being licked by an arousing heat. Its trail runs with such a wet, sweet eagerness over all of my muscles that I find it hard to concentrate on being careful as my hands attempt to pull Billy's shirt from off of his shoulders. I tug bluntly and as it finally comes off, Billy's hands are set free out of the sleeves and I'm finally able to press us together, arms wrapping possessively around him, skin melting onto skin, and head bending to reach his shoulder with my own tongue and lips, hungrily tasting him. My moan is instant as the flavour enters my mouth. The taste of my lover; the distinct taste of Billy in need. It's as though he releases some chemical to let me know when he wants it.*

Billy: *My hands are pulled tightly between us, pressed between our bellies, which is the best place for them to be, as it leaves little space to travel to reach the button of his trousers, which I quickly flick open. When his lips find my skin I instinctively tip my head back to give him more room, lips bending in a round shape and letting forth a tiny moan. But soon I realize how much I miss the taste of him and instantly bow my head again, mirroring his own movements as our lips move wantonly over each other. My fingers are unsteady but persistent, and it’s not long before I have his trousers undone, fingertips slipping under the waistband of his boxers.*

Dom: *I bend at the touch, hands grasping on his bare back, holding him firmly to my chest even though I fear what his sneaky fingers might dart out and do next. I'm building a trap for myself. Everything I do brings me inevitably closer to Billy, and I can't help it. I'm coming willingly into his hands. Oh... I moan damply on his skin. ...Oh, I wish I could come into his hands. My stomach jumps again - the touch of those hands burrowing - they know where I need them to be. They want to be where I need them to be. My body pinches forward against the touch, squeezing him into me, trying so hard that my kisses on his skin become soft bites and I groan, unable to reach that peak of my arousal. I need something from him first; something full and rich with the very knowledge of pleasure; where or how to give it. Or how to receive it...*

Billy: *I’d press forward with my hips if I didn’t know they’d get in the way of my hands, and that’s what’s important now. I need to touch, need to find that heat untouched as of yet and shape it with my hands, with my fingers, with my desire. I moan every time his lips and teeth leave their mark, entire body shivering and shaking as my fingers creep into his boxers, brushing against the hard, hot flesh that remains so elusive. I don’t think my legs will support me much longer.*

Dom: *My lungs snap open for air, but my mouth is so consumed with Billy's skin that I'm sure I leave a mark on him, breaking quickly away with a gasp and shaking as I clutch around his bare torso for support. His hands... Oh, hell, his hands are there... My knees are so weak I could break, if not for the drive inside of me to push my hips ruggedly upward against his hands. I grunt with the force, a sudden shock occurring to me when his touch barely etches that spot again. I feel myself stiffen. A hand grapples up to his shoulder blade, fingers crawling up the back of his neck and into the slight tufts of his hair, and when I can finally cup his head in my hand, my lips dive back to his skin, suckling hard against the length of his neck and growling as I shake. This is what you do to me, Bill. This... Stiffly, I move my other hand down the trail of his spine until I feel that curve, grasping down around his bum and pushing, gripping his hips into my intermittent thrusts. Necking and pushing, and necking and pushing, pushing until my fingers want to massage any kind of sound out of him. But when they begin to rub...the cloth beneath them slips easily; that hard cloth of his kilt still fastened around his waist, covering his bum, is sliding on him, wrinkling around the curves of his body... Experimentally, I run my fingers slowly down and up the first appearance of his crevasse. I can almost memorise him through this thin layer; this gossamer-light fabric of a layer folds into all of his bends and valleys so easily that... But that would have to mean that the cloth is pressed against him, and when my fingers move it... it's sliding directly against his skin... The kilt is...directly against...his skin... Bill- Isn't he? He wouldn't, would he? My hand roams the curves of his bum, and I feel my heart pick up with sudden thrill.*

Billy: *I let out a little growl of my own, though it’s more likely a moan, deep and desperate and right from the feeling of his fingers shooting impulses to my core. My hips have obviously not been informed that I wanted to touch him first, because they rocket forward against him, trapping my fingers between us as I pant and grind against his hips which are still far too clothed! That made the decision for my fingers, and they travel quickly to his sides, slipping under the waistline of his trousers and boxers and tugging, tugging, tugging the layers down and off. That’s better. I sigh, one hand at the centre of his back firmly pressing him forward towards me while the other curls tightly around his arousal, lips curling likewise around his earlobe.*

Dom: Ah- *I gasp, crushing my lips against his throat and shaking all over with strain and the last stiffness that keeps me from collapsing. I'm finally hard, pushing out on his hand and more and more as he squeezes around between our bodies. My hips are arched to him, to his will, and whatever he does to me I have no way of preventing; I'm so open, finally bare and exposed to him. I want him to take advantage. But I can't concentrate, his body stimulating me on all sides. His lips whispering hot, swirling kisses on my ear; spearing my senses through with his sounds, and no amount of noise I could ever make could erase them. I moan stiffly as I drive my hips against the hard form of his hand, shaking us, pressing my hand up into his bum and feeling that cloth slip again, bunching up at his waist. I can almost feel the heat rising from his newly exposed skin below. The seam must be hovering only inches below his bum. And I can't stand it, not knowing. Not knowing if my intuition is right. That somewhere below this cloth that I'm gripping, he's waiting, bare for me. Just his skin; his lovely sweet-tasting skin uncovered... I know I shouldn't believe it. I really shouldn't. Not with my Billy... My fingers walk along the cloth, just as I longed to before, pulling it farther and farther upward, gathering it at his waist. And slowly, hesitantly, caught up in his sound at my ear, licking his throat carefully in preparation, my fingers touch the ends of the kilt, tracing the edges, and delicately dipping inside. I still, body rigid even as Billy's hand pulls, an astonished sigh breaking between lips and throat. My hand pushes up against soft, supple skin; the shape of his bum cupped into my hand. I can't- I can't believe he would... And even as I stand in shock, my fingers move against his nakedness, his direct warmth, his utter touch. I can't believe... A sudden sound jumps from my lips in shock, desperately I hold my breath. But my strength flows out of me. I fall the length of his body to my knees, slipped from his hand and now kneeling at his feet, both hands reaching up below his kilt and grasping his bum, massaging against the shape, suddenly glad that I hadn't known this when we sat down to dinner.*

Billy: Dom - *I look down at him in surprise, surprise that quickly gives way to utter and total arousal as his hands massage my bum as if they’re finding it for the first time. With no complaint from me, of course. I push back against his hands, brief smile darting intermittently to my lips when I can coordinate my lips enough to make one. Now I fully understand all the “advantages” of a kilt that all the other boys used to talk about when I was younger. He’s beautiful from this angle, though he’s beautiful from every angle, really. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him kneeling naked on the floor before me. A thousand and one thoughts fly through my head. Is he...? He isn’t, is he? My heart pounds excitedly.*

Dom: *I watch his kilt sway before my eyes, nearly brushing my nose I'm so close. I'm in complete fascination. I hardly see the blur of colours in front of me. I only feel his soft, plush skin in my hands, working it with my palms and fingers, feeling his body sink back into the feeling. His skin... His heated, blushing skin that I can grasp with my fingertips. There's nothing restricting me from this touch. Even he makes a small sound of approval, and my eyes focus and gradually trip over his body to stare up at him. Look at how gorgeous he is like this... He's so in need. His eyes dance vacantly and a small smile lingers, full of anticipation, dissipating and returning when my touch becomes firm and pleasing. I want to touch him in places he hasn't imagined; allow him to fill with a satisfaction through my long, deliberate appraisal of his nakedness. I want him to let it slip through his lips in sounds that have never entered my ears. I watch him with still eyes. My hands knead his bum in gradual circles. Then my gaze drops, and I look out before me, the cloth an opaque barrier between me and his hard flesh, his familiar length. I can't reach it. Not yet. Not yet, my love... I rub his curves affectionately, bracing him as I bend down to that opening of his kilt. Let me find you... I let the cloth brush past my hair as I dip inside, finally inside, and I press between his legs. Skin touches skin, blushing on his goose bumps. His beautiful form stiffens. I close my eyes and turn. Quietly, I open my lips against his tender inner thigh.*

Billy: *My mouth opens in a silent plea. His lips have brushed so close to where I want them the most. They’ve gone to that soft, tender skin that needs attention constantly. My eyes are focused below me, to where Dom has dipped under the kilt and is currently busy turning my world upside down. His head is completely out of sight and I’m sorry for that in one respect at least: my fingers can’t slide through his soft hair, tugging when he needs to move faster, fisting when he’s moving just right. I settle for resting my hand on his shoulder, legs moving almost unconsciously apart as I strive to find a better centre of balance, and also to give his lips more room to move.*

Dom: *I follow the curves of his legs with my kiss as he shifts and stiffens, feeling the ridges of his muscles under my lips, his limbs striving to support himself. My hands press up into his bum to help as I savour him, tongue slipping through my lips and onto his heated, trembling skin. I can't imagine what he must be feeling. He knows what I'm going to do. He knows so well that his fingers grasp my shoulder, a sudden tremor in his body. My lips work to soothe him from his tension, caressing closer into his thigh, lips moving to taste a patch of skin above the moistened place I've claimed. It's so delicious that I become intoxicated. His sweet flavour, his scent, his softness... And he's opened himself to me so instinctually, his body finding that angle where it can rest around me. So close that I feel him beating in need, his vibrations sent out to me at different temperatures. Even when I sigh, my breath echoes up to his skin and curls back onto my face, so hot and full that it drowns my senses. It's like an invitation from that place that I want to worship with my mouth, calling me, beckoning me closer to claim it as well. Such a temptation... My breath sighs along his bare skin, my mind unravelling. I lap at a particular valley inside his leg and my hands slide unconsciously from his bum, fingers damply dragging down the backs of his thighs to where I can hold him to me.*

Billy: *I wonder if he knows how he’s torturing me. He must know. He must be able to taste my desperate desire pouring out of me, the reason behind my unsteadiness, my shaky breath coming in intermittent exhalations. His lapping at the skin between my legs is reminiscent of the lapping at my neck just a few minutes ago, only while that felt good, this feels devastating, and I’m surprised I’m still on my feet.* Dommie... *I breathe, fingertips pressing gently into his shoulder as I feel my entire body twitch, his lips and tongue passing over a particularly sensitive spot. He knows what he’s doing.*

Dom: *My stomach jumps at the soft sound of my name, my lips sucking gently on that smooth bend of his thigh, his muscle suddenly shuddering. I break slightly with a breath. Eyes blink open to the vague sight of his glistening skin, the spot where my tongue was just running over his thigh. I feel my heart swell, wondering how he'd let me do this, how he'd ever trust me enough to allow me here... My eyelids fall closed and I press my nose to his skin and breathe in, nestling into his warmth, turning my cheek upon his touch and feeling the damp trails left behind there by my mouth. Even they become a part of him, as I become a part of him, our smells mingling, creating that sense of completion that he's begging to feel; that impatient press on my shoulder. I kiss inside his leg lightly, fingers pushing into the backs of his thighs and pulling me hesitantly upward; up until my nose is just tickled by the slight curls of his hair. That's what he wants... I breathe into the heat trapped there, lifting my head an inch more and nuzzling into that bend of his leg at his torso. The patch of hair is clean and dense; it smells so richly of him. When I rub into it, his muscles grow so firm under my hands that I can't help a tiny smile.*

Billy: Ah - *So close, and yet so far. The man is slowly killing me but I don’t mind at all. My hips are making tiny, persistent, rocking rotations towards his lips without my consent but definitely with my approval. I bite my lips and hum out a moan, tensing my entire body as if that will prevent a melting of limbs that is fortunately inevitable.*

Dom: *His voice coming through in that moan is enough to stop my heart; I can even feel the sound reverberating under my fingertips where I'm gripping his thighs. My smile opens with a little breath and I nudge my nose deep into his hair, taking a breath of him before rising an inch more to the bare heat and nearness of skin. I feel it ghosting just a few hairs away, beside my cheek; a familiar shape which I know I've fully memorised. But I suppose that isn't going to stop me from exploring it again, just in case. I smile and turn my head just barely, cheek pressing against the cushion of that hair, scarcely tasting his sweet, hard skin on my lips through the heat. I love this, relearning his bare skin. I can't believe it's possible, so easy - his vulnerability right here for me to consume. To consume... I stop my breath in my chest, opening my eyes to see it before I lose control to open my eyes at all. Then I move forward, the breath of movement that it takes to close the space between my lips and his length, and I press my mouth softly, carefully at its very base, the tender, firm skin smouldering under my lips. And I don't move. I wait moments, wanting his reaction more than anything else.*

Billy: *Cliché as it sounds, his lips are a magnet. By the merest brushing of his soft skin against my most sensitive core I jump, entire body twitching in a long succession. It feels as though my mouth isn’t working, because I’d like to voice how it feels, how exquisite his mouth feels against my heated flesh, but I can’t seem to make the words and force them out of my mouth. I realize belatedly that’s because my mouth is already in use, a deep, guttural moan slipping from my lips unnoticed to me, though probably not lost on Dom.*

Dom: *Ohhh bloody hell, yes... My eyes pinch closed at the sound, fingers clutching until they tremble, mouth pressing hard against his base to keep my long sigh from breaking this sweet contact. Oh, Billy, yes... I want to praise a sound so beautiful, but I can't bring myself to speak and break the touch of this warmth. So I begin to praise him in another way entirely. In another low sigh, my lips barely part, wetness just beginning as his sweetness sharply enters on the air around my tongue. My heart skips in my throat and I want to swallow, but I'm too afraid to move. I feel my tongue twitching impatiently, even more so as I press my mouth forward, lips sliding delicately open on his hardness, wetness finally contacting with his skin. The flavour bursts through my mouth instantly, lips latching onto his velvet skin, tongue slipping out against the hot firmness captured in my kiss and spreading along him as though it were melting. Oh, Billy... My body becomes rigid and I tremble between sighs and moans. He tastes like cream and soap and our bed... Like summer with him in the morning, like his blankets wrapped around his naked body... When you first have vanilla on your tongue... I've never known a taste like this. My tongue rubs on his skin languidly, exploring, making slow circles as my mouth begins to move down his length, opening and closing against his warmth, feeling his pulse beneath my lips. Every inch nearer to his tip is another gasp from his lips and a groan of something incoherent, his fingers gripping me. I feel a hollow in the pit of my stomach, the one that can only be caused by the sensation of my Billy being pleasured, and I know...I must be doing something right.*

Billy: *I can’t take my eyes from the sight of him, or rather lack there of, hidden there by the tartan, both my bane and my salvation. It leaves so much to the mind, the idea of his face between my legs, lapping so tenderly and slowly and wetly, and believe me, I have a very active imagination.* Ohh, Dommie... *I breathe, hiccupping out a moan. I don’t think I can raise my voice past a whisper, not yet, and when I finally do it will skip all the pitches in between and go straight to a yell.*

Dom: *That sweet breath that shudders out of him, leaving a tremor in his whole body, a fearful, wonderful shattering of his being, his resolve, into my mouth. I moan and try to hold on with my kiss and remain a part of this course of his emotion, even as he shakes. I want to sink into him with my tongue, my teeth nipping lightly on his fragile skin as I follow its length. This is what we've needed. This deep, slow washing away of our nerves and tension. Now that our confessions have been made, we finally breathe our sighs, and I can drink out his worry in long, loving strokes. And I meditate on this thought as my lips reach the delicate tip of his arousal, rubbing carefully around the nub to show him how I know him. I turn my head and allow my lips to settle around it in a gentle circle, and firmly, patiently, run my tongue over his slit.*

Billy: *I choke where I’m standing, fingers tensing, flexing desperately against his shoulder. I forget my resolve to keep my eyes focused on Dom and tip my head back, eyes shutting tightly against the exquisite sliding, the warmth spreading hair by hair across my aroused flesh. This is unbearable. I don’t know how he does it, sends these sensations and feelings pulsing through my blood of this magnitude. One hand stumbles from his shoulder to press against his covered head, desperate for that contact, urging him on, as if the noises constantly breaking from my lips aren’t enough.*

Dom: *The warm weight of his palm presses to the back of my head, grasping there, just through that cloth. From his lips his noises are coming desperately, barely reaching my ears, tiny gasps wrapped around the sharp pieces of his moan. My hands grip his bare thighs, heat leaking between our skin, trying to hold him steady as my tongue still runs the short length of that slit. And he shudders. Oh, how he shudders, and the sounds roll off of his sweet exhalations. His hand presses more firmly on my head, his insistence causing the corners of my mouth to tempt to bend. Only my Billy could make me love this so much. My mouth closes lightly over his tip and gives a gentle suck. Then I drown out his anticipation. I slide my lips deftly down his length. Breath stops. Wetness floods my mouth, tongue cradling his erection as it slides past to my throat. If my eyes were open, they would roll back, everything melting on his overwhelming taste.*

Billy: Ah... Ah, Dom! *My entire body stretches, back arching as my entire body tries to fit within his mouth, that beautiful, hot mouth. That’s what I need. Oh yes, oh... that’s what I need. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to keep quiet, my mouth creaking open and letting out a long, shuddering moan. I raise up on my tiptoes, trying to find more of that gorgeous, tight wetness and engulf myself in it.*

Dom: *My hands push him up off the floor when he arches. Up and into me, mouth readily waiting to take more of him in and bury him in my throat. Slowly I strain more and more to reach around his hilt, hollowing myself for his shape and bracing myself from gagging around his stiffness. I can't let this go. Not when he sounds so elated, so deliciously enraptured. My lips clasp eagerly around his base, tongue sliding out against his underside to massage him, in and out in a slow pattern, licking him into oblivion. His flavour melts into my salivation, like butter dripping down my tongue and into my throat. The consistency of a velvety cream. But so firm... Oh, he's perfectly erect. I could relish his silky length for hours and gladly give up the ability to breathe ever again. As long as he is filling me, his hardness stretching inside of me so taut that I can feel his pulse on my tongue.*

Billy: Ungh, Dom... *I groan, fingers pressing down hard against his shoulder as I toss my head back again and pant towards the ceiling. All the tension of the evening is seeping through my pores as he covers me in pleasure, melts it over me so I can’t feel anything else besides the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.* Ohh, love... *I thrust into his mouth slightly, trying not to force it in fear of hurting him, but I can’t completely control my hips any longer.*

Dom: *His hips jump forward at last, and I feel that slip of his arousal through my lips. They would be smiling if it weren't for the length of him; he's so full and thick, beating like a plea in my mouth. I know what he wants. He's too anxious for me to be this still. It really isn't fair of me at all. My tongue slides away on his soft flesh and I sigh as well as I can, the sound grinding into a groan against his presence inside me. To my enjoyment, there's a gasp from above, letting me know he's felt the vibration. Ah, sweetheart... I'm going to be so gentle with you. I hold his body, feeling his tense muscles like the line of a tightened string, and begin to pull away. Lips ripple over his skin, tugging along his length, the long presence of it moving out of my throat slowly, covered in heat and new wetness. I can feel the damp air rise to me as I reach his end, stopping at his tip where I hold on just barely, feeling suddenly emptied. A sweet breath enters my lungs to fill the space and I sigh, pressing the tip of my tongue to his slit while I wait for this exhale. He shakes again; the lovely shaking that warns me when might snap from his strength and plummet. So I smile and don't wait any longer, dipping my tongue underneath him and sliding him wholly into my mouth once again.*

Billy: *I swear I stop breathing, breath catching in my throat for a beat so long I’m sure it’s not healthy, but I can hardly care about that at the moment. I moan desperately at every centimetre of his tongue coving every centimetre of my erection, body swaying to keep the heat at the most sensitive parts of my desperate flesh. But he knows where to go on his own. He knows what to do. He knows me so well, my love, and there is no possibility on Earth that there could ever be a better lover for me.*

Dom: *His arousal slides down my throat, and he moans, and I wish I could moan in response. That sound; it's so deep and guttural and staggering, it rips my thoughts apart. My lips grasp his hilt, teeth gently touching down. And I swallow. In place of a sound, I suckle him, mouth rolling on his skin and listening to him plea. But the more he pleas, the more I feel in debt to respond to him. So I suckle a bit harder, a bit longer, the entire length of him as I pull away once more and slide back up when I reach his tip. His head nudges the back of my throat and I'm tempted to gag. My groan lurches out of my cavern in desperation to stop it, wetness flooding around his presence, holding the reflex inside as much as I can and constricting him in his place. Sucking. Suddenly sucking hard, until I can feel his pulse beat out on all sides of my mouth and his new cries are too much to bear. I take in a sharp gasp, and clamp down around him again, and suck. It feels like such an instinct, to suck on the soft skin of his length. To rub my tongue as I do so under his erection; maintain a motion, hold him stiffly as I peel away all of his flavour. His body shakes so desperately that I have to clutch my hands up under his bum to keep him upright. But I don't stop sucking, gripping his length as I pull away, tugging with every ounce of might to slide him out through my lips, simultaneously seeming to pull him in. My heart races to his grunting cries. I feel his whimpering sounds roll over me on the air as I move down the length of him. I want him to feel every nibble of pressure, every arousing lick into his tender underside. So I stop at his end, lapping hungrily at his slit, wanting him to come, feeling his need shuddering to come. I want him to burst into me with a heat I've never known. My lips suck suddenly, bluntly upon the beating form of his tip and, with a bolt of shock, I rip away in a gasp. Was that...? I still myself, lips panting near his skin. With every hard breath I feel the heat rush from him, pressing a rich smell to my face, and I think I can sense... I can sense it. I lean my lips close again and tentatively slip my tongue out to taste. His slit rubs my touch slickly. I feel myself stiffen. My own length grows taut at the sensation; that tingling drop on my tongue that tastes so like him; the one I've elicited from his body. I lean in and take him in my lips again, rubbing him gently with my tongue, the pre-cum coating my taste buds like silk. I don't want this gentle leak to stop. I don't want him to hold back now and keep the rest pent up inside of him. Not when he tastes this incredible. My mouth moves onto him and I slip my tongue below him once more, in position, gentle position as I slide down and suckle him, cautioning him that I'm ready. Letting him know with a moan, all he has to do to pleasure me is to give in and finally expel himself into my mouth. My hands crawl up, holding him tight as I begin, latching at his base. My own length rises as I suck, growing harder. And slowly, ruggedly at first, I begin the pattern of pull and push that I know he's longed for so long.*

Billy: *I want to fist his hair, but all I’m getting it the wool of my kilt, fingers tangling in the cloth and losing grasp of his head altogether.* Please, Dommie... *I don’t think I’ve sounded so needy to my own ears. It’s so close and I’m so desperate for it, this release, this terrible, terrific building inside of me.* Please Dommie... almost there, ah... Oh, Dom! *There it is, that yell that’s been building since he first dropped to his knees before me, the one that threatened to break out at every moment but I’ve been saving for this moment, to express my deepest appreciation of the pleasure he’s giving me.* Dom! *I yell his name again, feeling everything snap inside and uncoil as my orgasm arrives, and I thrust myself slickly between his lips again as I release.*