Going Cold
Title: Going Cold
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Dom learns never to talk about their sex life to other people...
Warning: *Squeee my first real warning!* PWP, and mild (or what I assume would be mild) S&M. My God handcuffs are a lot of fun.
Inspired by my Shirerock's hot'n'horny drawing.
What pissed Elijah off the most was finding out from Billy. It really, really fried him that Dom couldn’t just say it to his face. He knew of course that Dom wasn’t being cruel or malicious, it just saddened him he couldn’t give Dom what he wanted.
We’ve just, lost something. It’s going cold
Were his exact words, according to Billy. Not their relationship, he assured him, but (at this point Billy had gone decidedly pink and started anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, as was his habit) in the bed department.
Elijah sat on the cliff and angrily tossed a stone over the edge. Screw Dom. Screw him and screw Elijah’s need to make his as happy as possible all the time (hence why Elijah hadn’t already hunted him down and punched him in the chatty mouth). He wasn’t on the windy and stunning New Zealand hilltop to drain his anger in private; he was plotting.
Dom would never again be forced to say their sex was losing its bite…
“Bill, if you see Dom, send him in my direction!” He shouted cheerfully across the emptying car park to his fellow hobbit.
“You’re not gonna have him out are you?” Billy asked. Maybe telling Elijah wasn’t quite the smartest idea. He just figured he’d want to know. And hey, Dom never had to find out he’d blabbed. Please God don’t let him find out, he begged silently.
Elijah didn’t answer, just disappeared into the hotel with some big plastic bag under his jacket.
Dom knocked on the door, wondering what was going on. It couldn’t be what he’d mentioned to Billy; he was trustworthy. Anyway it was only a passing thought, no big deal.
After a few moments of silence he tried the handle; it opened. How odd. He went into the suite, and the lights were off. He wondered if Elijah could have fallen asleep, but it was only nine o’clock. Then again, his Lij could fall asleep wherever and whenever, practically standing up.
He looked into the bedroom (also pitch black and empty) and turned to leave, when someone slammed into him and pushed him up against the doorframe. It was Elijah, all lips and teeth and hands, nipping at his neck and squeezing him through his shorts.
He pulled Dom’s shirt over his head and threw it away. Dom grinned, and tried to snake under his arm and go into the bedroom, but Elijah took his wrists and held them above his head.
“You’re going nowhere Monaghan…”
He lent into Dom and pressed his lips to Dom’s for only a moment. Dom heard a click near his ear and looked over to see a pair of handcuffs, right before they were clicked over his hands.
“What the fuck?!”
“Like I said, you’re going nowhere.” And he pressed himself between Dom’s legs, holding his chained hands above his head. Dom arched his back and moaned, thrusting his hips.
Elijah continued to thrust his hard cock against Dom’s, pumping the moans and thrusts from him. Then he suddenly stopped, and Dom lent in as best he could, though Elijah held the chain hard.
“Nah uh, you don’t come till I say you come, you desperate little slut.” And with that he dragged Dom by the wrists to the bedroom.
He threw him down on his front on the bed, and fiddled with the cuff. After barely a minute, he had freed one hand, only to loop it around the bar of the metal headboard and relock it; Dom was chained to the bed.
He grabbed Dom by the hips and turned him until his knees slid and bumped onto the floor.
“Ask me to fuck you.” He demanded, sliding one finger gently up the cleft of Dom’s arse. Dom only moaned and threw his head back. Elijah yanked the chain between the cuffs and Dom’s wrists slammed into the bars. He yelped slightly.
“I said, ask me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me Lij!” He shouted, spreading his legs for Elijah.
“Well aren’t you the willing little whore.” Elijah knelt between Dom’s calves and brushed his arse with the weeping tip of his erection. Dom shuddered and gripped the bars.
“Tell me how you want it.” Dom tried to thrust back but Elijah held his hips and made him wait. “Tell me.”
“Hard. Fuck me hard.” Dom gasped.
“And?”
“Now! Please!”
“You’re just my whore aren’t you? Desperate whores like it hard.” Elijah reached beneath Dom and pushed his legs further apart, and grasped Dom’s hard cock. Then he thrust his hips between Dom’s wantonly splayed thighs and started fucking into him, no lube thought of.
Dom cried out and arched his back hard. Elijah pumped in and out rhythmically, but did not deepen.
“Beg me. Beg me for what you want.”
“Oh God! Fuck me deeper! Harder please! “ Dom knelt back, pressing himself around Elijah’s throbbing dick. Elijah smirked and suddenly pounded in, riding Dom hard against the side of the bed.
“Oh yes! I’m going to bleed you, you whore!”
“Oh God! Yes, more, please Jesus fuck me harder!” Elijah, sweating and cursing, hit the spot inside Dom, and pressed and rubbed it with the tip of his erection, while Dom screamed. Dom’s muscles clenched and Elijah thought he was going to bust something, when they both came hard with a cry, and collapsed.
Elijah drew softly out and lent his forehead on Dom’s shoulder, breathing in his ear. Dom’s exhausted arms were pulling heavily on the sharp cuffs, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“Next time you tell someone our sex is going cold, I’m getting the whip out.” Dom laughed through his nose as he regained his breath.
“You think I’m kidding?”
In the following silence they both heard a single drop of blood fall with a soft plop from Dom’s elbow to the pillow.
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Dom learns never to talk about their sex life to other people...
Warning: *Squeee my first real warning!* PWP, and mild (or what I assume would be mild) S&M. My God handcuffs are a lot of fun.
Inspired by my Shirerock's hot'n'horny drawing.
What pissed Elijah off the most was finding out from Billy. It really, really fried him that Dom couldn’t just say it to his face. He knew of course that Dom wasn’t being cruel or malicious, it just saddened him he couldn’t give Dom what he wanted.
We’ve just, lost something. It’s going cold
Were his exact words, according to Billy. Not their relationship, he assured him, but (at this point Billy had gone decidedly pink and started anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, as was his habit) in the bed department.
Elijah sat on the cliff and angrily tossed a stone over the edge. Screw Dom. Screw him and screw Elijah’s need to make his as happy as possible all the time (hence why Elijah hadn’t already hunted him down and punched him in the chatty mouth). He wasn’t on the windy and stunning New Zealand hilltop to drain his anger in private; he was plotting.
Dom would never again be forced to say their sex was losing its bite…
“Bill, if you see Dom, send him in my direction!” He shouted cheerfully across the emptying car park to his fellow hobbit.
“You’re not gonna have him out are you?” Billy asked. Maybe telling Elijah wasn’t quite the smartest idea. He just figured he’d want to know. And hey, Dom never had to find out he’d blabbed. Please God don’t let him find out, he begged silently.
Elijah didn’t answer, just disappeared into the hotel with some big plastic bag under his jacket.
Dom knocked on the door, wondering what was going on. It couldn’t be what he’d mentioned to Billy; he was trustworthy. Anyway it was only a passing thought, no big deal.
After a few moments of silence he tried the handle; it opened. How odd. He went into the suite, and the lights were off. He wondered if Elijah could have fallen asleep, but it was only nine o’clock. Then again, his Lij could fall asleep wherever and whenever, practically standing up.
He looked into the bedroom (also pitch black and empty) and turned to leave, when someone slammed into him and pushed him up against the doorframe. It was Elijah, all lips and teeth and hands, nipping at his neck and squeezing him through his shorts.
He pulled Dom’s shirt over his head and threw it away. Dom grinned, and tried to snake under his arm and go into the bedroom, but Elijah took his wrists and held them above his head.
“You’re going nowhere Monaghan…”
He lent into Dom and pressed his lips to Dom’s for only a moment. Dom heard a click near his ear and looked over to see a pair of handcuffs, right before they were clicked over his hands.
“What the fuck?!”
“Like I said, you’re going nowhere.” And he pressed himself between Dom’s legs, holding his chained hands above his head. Dom arched his back and moaned, thrusting his hips.
Elijah continued to thrust his hard cock against Dom’s, pumping the moans and thrusts from him. Then he suddenly stopped, and Dom lent in as best he could, though Elijah held the chain hard.
“Nah uh, you don’t come till I say you come, you desperate little slut.” And with that he dragged Dom by the wrists to the bedroom.
He threw him down on his front on the bed, and fiddled with the cuff. After barely a minute, he had freed one hand, only to loop it around the bar of the metal headboard and relock it; Dom was chained to the bed.
He grabbed Dom by the hips and turned him until his knees slid and bumped onto the floor.
“Ask me to fuck you.” He demanded, sliding one finger gently up the cleft of Dom’s arse. Dom only moaned and threw his head back. Elijah yanked the chain between the cuffs and Dom’s wrists slammed into the bars. He yelped slightly.
“I said, ask me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me Lij!” He shouted, spreading his legs for Elijah.
“Well aren’t you the willing little whore.” Elijah knelt between Dom’s calves and brushed his arse with the weeping tip of his erection. Dom shuddered and gripped the bars.
“Tell me how you want it.” Dom tried to thrust back but Elijah held his hips and made him wait. “Tell me.”
“Hard. Fuck me hard.” Dom gasped.
“And?”
“Now! Please!”
“You’re just my whore aren’t you? Desperate whores like it hard.” Elijah reached beneath Dom and pushed his legs further apart, and grasped Dom’s hard cock. Then he thrust his hips between Dom’s wantonly splayed thighs and started fucking into him, no lube thought of.
Dom cried out and arched his back hard. Elijah pumped in and out rhythmically, but did not deepen.
“Beg me. Beg me for what you want.”
“Oh God! Fuck me deeper! Harder please! “ Dom knelt back, pressing himself around Elijah’s throbbing dick. Elijah smirked and suddenly pounded in, riding Dom hard against the side of the bed.
“Oh yes! I’m going to bleed you, you whore!”
“Oh God! Yes, more, please Jesus fuck me harder!” Elijah, sweating and cursing, hit the spot inside Dom, and pressed and rubbed it with the tip of his erection, while Dom screamed. Dom’s muscles clenched and Elijah thought he was going to bust something, when they both came hard with a cry, and collapsed.
Elijah drew softly out and lent his forehead on Dom’s shoulder, breathing in his ear. Dom’s exhausted arms were pulling heavily on the sharp cuffs, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“Next time you tell someone our sex is going cold, I’m getting the whip out.” Dom laughed through his nose as he regained his breath.
“You think I’m kidding?”
In the following silence they both heard a single drop of blood fall with a soft plop from Dom’s elbow to the pillow.