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You Set My Soul Alight
Title: You Set My Soul Alight
Author: J33-3 & placebobitch
Fandom: Muse
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You can't just be indifferent to glittery trousers...
Author's Note: Amy (placebobitch) and I saw Muse at the Eurocks fest on 2nd July, and Matt was wearing glittery trousers. Of course, being our true fan selves, we decided they had to be Dom's since he seems to love all kinds of bright trousers, and that Matt had just stolen them from him. And we had to write a fic about it, which was fun as we were in the same room for once.
Muse were waiting backstage at the Eurockéennes Festival, the roar of the crowd already ringing in their ears. Dom shifted from foot to foot, nervously fingering his drumsticks. He glanced over at Matt, who to his great surprise had a slight smirk on his lips. The singer usually had a look of steely determination plastered on his face before a gig.
“What are you plotting?” asked Dom, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing..” Matt replied, his grin growing wider in a failed attempt to look innocent.
“Hmm... yeah right...” Dom said, not looking too convinced. He opened his mouth to say something else but their tour manager appeared and announced they would be onstage in two minutes.
“All set?” Chris asked, clapping a hand on Dom’s shoulder. Dom almost stumbled from the force of it, but tried to appear unruffled. He weakly nodded his reply and turned back to face Matt, only Matt had disappeared.
“What the fuck?!” Dom exclaimed loudly, “Where’s Matt gone?”
He twisted round wildly, waving his drumsticks in the air, his eyes searching through the darkness. Their tour manager came back again to tell them it was time to go onstage, but also stopped short when he saw the abscence of their singer.
“Where the heck is Matt?” he asked the other two.
“I dunno.. he was here just now, and then he was gone..” Dom answered dumbly, looking very panic-stricken.
“Well you have to go on. Just start playing and I’ll send some roadies to find him. Otherwise the crowd are gonna start rioting.” The tour manager instructed, pushing the both of them in the direction of the stage.
Dom and Chris stumbled onto the stage, both trying to hide the fact they were shitting themselves. The crowd went wild, screaming and cheering madly as the pair took their positions. Dom gave Chris a worried glance as he started up a drumbeat, silently praying that Matt hadn’t done a runner. Chris joined in after a short while and they played the same repeated part for what seemed like ages, until they suddenly heard the familiar strum of a guitar. Dom glanced to his right just in time to see Matt appear at the side of the stage, wearing a pair of very familiar trousers and a huge satisfied smirk. Dom’s mouth fell open as he gazed at the trousers, his trousers, which were skin-tight and very very glittery. How the hell had Matt found them? He shifted uncomfortably on his drumstool, missing a beat as Matt pranced around, the light reflecting madly off the trousers.
Chris gaped at his singer, who was still leaping around the stage as if nothing was different. He then glanced at Dom whose face wore the exact same expression as his own. Matt just continued to prance until the end of the song which they somehow managed to finish in spite of the great distraction those trousers were causing.
Matt went to change his guitar and as he came back he turned to Dom with a big grin on his face. Dom rolled his eyes as Matt broke out into giggles, and shook his head at the singer. He laughed despite himself as Matt turned back to face the audience, wriggling his glitter-clad bum in Dom’s direction. As the gig continued, Matt kept on teasing the poor drummer by wiggling his arse at every opportunity, and bending over on numerous occasions. Dom could feel himself getting quite hot and bothered at the sight, and the incredible tightness of the trousers indicated that Matt was in the same state. The gig couldn’t be over too soon for the pair of them and Dom breathed a sigh of relief as he hit the last beat, knowing full well what was instore for them afterwards. He got to his feet and bowed to the crowd, watching as Matt did the same. But before he could clamber off the drum stand, Matt had already fled offstage. Dom made to follow him, but Chris grabbed his arm and dragged him to the front for another bow. By the time he managed to get offstage, Matt was nowhere to be seen.
Dom was feeling very frustrated by now. All the teasing had made him very horny and he was in no mood for a game of hide and seek. He walked dejectedly back to his dressing room, continually glancing around him as if expecting Matt to be hiding in the shadows. He finally gave up his search and made up his mind to just relieve himself once back at his room. He pushed the door open, sending it into the wall, and stopped dead at the sight in front of him.
Matt was sat on his dressing table, shirtless, sweaty, and swinging his legs innocently underneath him. However the kinky grin on his face gave his intentions away.
Dom just stood there dumbly, staring at the dark hair stuck to the pale forehead with sweat, at the milk white skin of Matt’s chest rising with each breath, the taut stomach and the... //Oh my god...// Dom gulped and unconsciously licked his lips as he tore his eyes away from the obvious bulge in Matt’s trousers. He gave a short cough and did his best to pull himself together, taking hold of the door handle and pushing it closed behind him. He turned back to Matt, his face finally cracking into a devious grin.
Matt held up his hand, gesturing for Dom to come towards him. As the drummer did, Matt grabbed the front of his shirt in a strong grip and pulled him close. Dom shivered as he felt Matt’s warm chest against his own through the thin material of his shirt. He let out a deep sigh and looked down at Matt’s lip... so close... so tempting... The tip of a pink tongue came out to invitingly lick at them and Dom couldn’t help but lean forward and capture it between his own lips. But no sooner had he tasted it that Matt pulled away, avoiding Dom’s following attempts at a lip lock. The drummer let out a frustrated groan and pouted at Matt’s amused expression. A smirk soon replaced the sulky look on the blond’s face. Without warning, he grabbed the singer’s neck and placed a firm kiss on the thin lips, pushing his tongue past the barrier of teeth, forcing a low moan from the dark haired man. Matt could feel himself losing control, slowly abandoning all ideas of teasing Dom to the point he’d go wild, a point that he’d obviously reached already. Before he knew what he was doing, his hands were working on the collar of the drummer’s shirt, half unbuttoning half tearing it open. Soon the item was discarded to the floor, carelessly, and Matt’s lips had freed themselves from Dom’s hungry kiss to wrap around the blonde’s collarbone. Teeth sinking into sensitive flesh made Dom’s head fly backwards, lips parting on a silent gasp, fingers gripping at the dark hair.
Satisfied with the blackish purple mark adorning the drummer’s skin, Matt let his lips travel further down. Dom hissed in a shaky breath as he felt a warm and wet tongue graze against his left nipple, and shivered as cold air was blown on it before it was wrapped in the delicious warmth of Matt’s mouth.
A smile crept on the singer’s lips as his hands ran over Dom’s hot skin, which was covered in a fine film of sweat and goosebumps. The drummer seemed to be paralysed in his pleasure, unable or unwilling to move, eyes closed tightly, his breathing coming out ragged and shallow through slightly parted lips, red from the constant sinking of his teeth in the tender flesh.
Slowly, Matt slipped down from the table to the floor, resting on his knees in the small space between his lover and the table. The movement brought Dom back from wherever his mind had wandered off, and he opened lust-filled eyes that he turned down to the small figure kneeling in front of him, gently nuzzling his crotch through the thin fabric of his white trousers. Dom let out a loud gasp as thin fingers started working on his belt, unbuckling it quickly before attacking his waistband, snapping the button open and unzipping the fly in a hasty movement. Dom couldn’t help moaning as he was finally freed from the unbearable tightness of his trousers and he was left standing naked as his boxers joined the white garment around his ankles.
A few seconds later, they had been kicked to the side and Matt had pushed the blonde back against the door, crawling on all fours, licking his lips hungrily, a feline look in his eyes. Dom felt light-headed with excitement, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make it sting. He jumped slightly as two hot hands came to rest on his hips, pulling his crotch closer and closer to this mouth he knew so well.
Matt moaned loudly around him, swallowing him whole in one go, and Dom was glad he had a door to support himself as the room started spinning around him and his knees grew weaker and weaker with each movement of the singer’s head. But soon the door wasn’t enough, and he had to hold onto his lover’s shoulders to avoid his legs giving way as Matt ran his tongue over the head of his throbbing cock. Dom opened his eyes and observed Matt’s tongue running over his rock hard cock, licking around the head, up and down along his shaft and finally his lips enclosed it totally again. Dom let out a long sigh and his head fell against the door again, unable to look any longer at his dick disappearing into Matt’s red swollen lips only to appear again covered in saliva.
An unbearable heat and tension were building up in Dom’s groin, causing him to snap his eyes open, tugging at Matt’s shoulder.
“Matt...” he breathed out with difficulty, swallowing hard before being able to go on. “Matt... stop...”
But the singer only sucked harder and faster, moaning around him, sending vibrations through Dom’s whole body, menacing to throw him over the edge prematurely.
“Matt... I... don’t... oh fuck... stop...” he groaned loudly and managed to push Matt away from his crotch before it was too late.
The drummer’s gesture was so strong it sent Matt backwards to land on his bum, and he looked up at Dom with an evil glint in his eyes and a triumphant smirk on his lips. Above him, Dom was panting hard, cheeks red and hair plastered to his forehead and temples with sweat. And before Matt could realise what was going on, he was being pulled to his feet by two strong arms and roughly pushed against the wall, gasping loudly as Dom’s body pinned him to it and then moaning as his face rubbed against the cheap carpet covering the wall.
They remained still for a moment, the room silent but for their loud breathings. And suddenly, as if to contrast with his previous harsh treatment, Dom placed a series of small butterfly kisses down Matt’s pale neck, causing the singer to shiver in delight, his head falling back on Dom’s shoulder, exposing his throat to the drummer. Dom kept on kissing his skin delicately, fingers at work between the wall and his lover to undo the black belt and open the familiar button and zip of his glittery trousers. He could feel Matt tense against him in anticipation and smiled to himself. He opened his mouth on the tender muscle of Matt’s shoulder, gently grazing his teeth against the skin, revelling in the singer’s tiny whimpers. With no warning, he bit down hard, making Matt yelp in pain. Then soothingly, Dom lapped at the red little marks, his hand moving down the shaking singer’s chest into his trousers, rubbing his erection through his boxers. He knew he was driving Matt insane, and enjoyed seeing and feeling the skinny body shiver and shake against his own.
As if nothing had happened, Dom continued placing soft kisses on the top of Matt’s back, until he felt the singer push back against his crotch, whimpering with need, trying at the same time to rub himself against Dom’s agonisingly slow hand.
The drummer grinned again, feeling heat rushing to his head and he had to bite his lip hard to hold in a moan at the movements of Matt’s body against his own. He took a step back, ignoring Matt’s disappointed sigh at the sudden loss of contact. He yanked the trousers down along with his underwear and threw them away to join the pile of abandoned clothes on the floor. He paused a second to look at his lover, feeling himself throbbing as he took in the more than arousing sight offered to him. Matt was resting against the wall, arms raised on each side of his head, palms flat and fingers digging into the carpet. His cheek pressed against the wall, his eyes were closed tightly and his lips parted, pants coming out between them. His dark hair was a mess and his hips were moving languidly, possibly rubbing himself against the wall.
A strangled moan escaped Dom’s throat and he pressed his body back against the beauty in front of him, his hand snaking around Matt’s waist, fingernails scratching just under his navel. Matt’s teeth sank into his already ravaged lips as Dom moved closer to his ear, his tongue poking out to teasingly lick at the edge.
“You want it rough...” Whether that was a question or a statement, it didn’t matter. Either way, they both knew what was going to happen next.
Matt still managed to nod and he let out a harsh cry as Dom penetrated him in one strong thrust. No lube, just pure Dom. Tears of pain slowly ran down Matt’s burning cheeks, disappearing between his open lips from which loud pants and cries were escaping. Dom leant in, licking at his face as he adopted a steady rhythm, pounding into Matt. The singer was slowly relaxing, starting to move with Dom, whimpers of pain eventually turning into whimpers of pleasure.
Matt's right hand eventually moved down the wall in direction of his stomach. Perfectly aware of what he was about to do, Dom slapped it away, earning a frustrated groan from Matt. As a response, Dom only thrust harder and faster, crushing the singer and his painful erection against the wall. Matt cried out as his lover's movements caused his skin to rub against the harsh carpet, burning it deliciously. He could feel a heavy pressure building up in his groin, rushing through his veins and reaching his head, blurring his vision. Unable to think straight any longer, he was left to moan and cry and writhe before exploding against the wall, screaming Dom's name. The drummer wasn't far behind, giving a few more thrusts, he quickly was thrown over the edge by his lover's noise and body contractions.
Together, Dom still buried deep inside Matt, they fell on a heap on the floor, trying hard to get their normal breathing back.
After a few minutes of blissful silence, only penetrated by the odd heavy gasp, Dom withdrew from his lover and snuggled into a more comfortable spooning position. Matt smiled as he felt soft lips resting against the nape of his neck.
"Maybe I should borrow your clothes more often.." he said contentedly.
"Mmm I wouldn't complain." Dom grinned as he placed his arm firmly around the singers midriff.
"Even your favourite pink trousers?" Matt asked, as if it was the ultimate test.
"Even my favourite pink trousers."
The singer couldn't help but show a slight satisfied smile.
"Just one question." Dom queried after a few moments, his clear voice cutting through the air.
"Mhmm?" Matt responded.
"Where did you find the glittery trousers? I swear I had hidden them." The drummer asked curiously.
"Now why would you have hidden them?" Matt asked with a smirk, clearly avoiding the question.
"They.. well.. they were a drunken purchase that I was too embarrased to take back. And I knew if I threw them out, you would have found them." Dom admitted, blushing profusely.
"That doesn't explain why you took them on tour." Matt continued, whilst trying to hide a grin.
"I dunno.. they might have come in useful." The drummer stated.
"Maybe useful in winning the next campest clothes bet." The brunette grinned back.
"Yes. No. Thats not the point. How did you find them?" Dom spluttered, trying to regain his point.
"Erm.. I was looking for my birthday present." Matt admitted sheepishly, rubbing his shoulder subconciously.
"Did you find it?" Dom asked
"Yeh."
"Bugger, it was meant to be a surprise." Dom said, looking disappointed.
"Oh don't worry, it was a surprise. I've always wanted to try a vibrator." Matt replied with a kinky smirk. Dom however looked genuinely puzzled.
"But I didn't buy you a vibrator."
"Oh.. is it yours?" Matt asked curiously.
"Trust me, you'd know if I had a vibrator." Dom allowed a slight grin as he replied.
"Then whose is it?" Matt responded, with an disconcerted look on his face.
A few rooms away:
"Just lie back, you're going to enjoy this Chris." Came a low voice through the darkness. Tom gave an evil grin as he thrust the trembling purple shaft forward, and the resulting cry of ecstasy carried easily through the nighttime.
"Did you hear that?" Matt asked, lifting his head in a manner not too dissimilar from a cat.
"No, what was it?" Dom replied, his voice muffled against the back of his lovers neck.
"Never mind." Matt mumbled, rolling over to face Dom.
"Ready for round two?" Dom enquired, with a wicked glint in his eye.
"Only if you wear the trousers this time."
The end.
Author: J33-3 & placebobitch
Fandom: Muse
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You can't just be indifferent to glittery trousers...
Author's Note: Amy (placebobitch) and I saw Muse at the Eurocks fest on 2nd July, and Matt was wearing glittery trousers. Of course, being our true fan selves, we decided they had to be Dom's since he seems to love all kinds of bright trousers, and that Matt had just stolen them from him. And we had to write a fic about it, which was fun as we were in the same room for once.
Muse were waiting backstage at the Eurockéennes Festival, the roar of the crowd already ringing in their ears. Dom shifted from foot to foot, nervously fingering his drumsticks. He glanced over at Matt, who to his great surprise had a slight smirk on his lips. The singer usually had a look of steely determination plastered on his face before a gig.
“What are you plotting?” asked Dom, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing..” Matt replied, his grin growing wider in a failed attempt to look innocent.
“Hmm... yeah right...” Dom said, not looking too convinced. He opened his mouth to say something else but their tour manager appeared and announced they would be onstage in two minutes.
“All set?” Chris asked, clapping a hand on Dom’s shoulder. Dom almost stumbled from the force of it, but tried to appear unruffled. He weakly nodded his reply and turned back to face Matt, only Matt had disappeared.
“What the fuck?!” Dom exclaimed loudly, “Where’s Matt gone?”
He twisted round wildly, waving his drumsticks in the air, his eyes searching through the darkness. Their tour manager came back again to tell them it was time to go onstage, but also stopped short when he saw the abscence of their singer.
“Where the heck is Matt?” he asked the other two.
“I dunno.. he was here just now, and then he was gone..” Dom answered dumbly, looking very panic-stricken.
“Well you have to go on. Just start playing and I’ll send some roadies to find him. Otherwise the crowd are gonna start rioting.” The tour manager instructed, pushing the both of them in the direction of the stage.
Dom and Chris stumbled onto the stage, both trying to hide the fact they were shitting themselves. The crowd went wild, screaming and cheering madly as the pair took their positions. Dom gave Chris a worried glance as he started up a drumbeat, silently praying that Matt hadn’t done a runner. Chris joined in after a short while and they played the same repeated part for what seemed like ages, until they suddenly heard the familiar strum of a guitar. Dom glanced to his right just in time to see Matt appear at the side of the stage, wearing a pair of very familiar trousers and a huge satisfied smirk. Dom’s mouth fell open as he gazed at the trousers, his trousers, which were skin-tight and very very glittery. How the hell had Matt found them? He shifted uncomfortably on his drumstool, missing a beat as Matt pranced around, the light reflecting madly off the trousers.
Chris gaped at his singer, who was still leaping around the stage as if nothing was different. He then glanced at Dom whose face wore the exact same expression as his own. Matt just continued to prance until the end of the song which they somehow managed to finish in spite of the great distraction those trousers were causing.
Matt went to change his guitar and as he came back he turned to Dom with a big grin on his face. Dom rolled his eyes as Matt broke out into giggles, and shook his head at the singer. He laughed despite himself as Matt turned back to face the audience, wriggling his glitter-clad bum in Dom’s direction. As the gig continued, Matt kept on teasing the poor drummer by wiggling his arse at every opportunity, and bending over on numerous occasions. Dom could feel himself getting quite hot and bothered at the sight, and the incredible tightness of the trousers indicated that Matt was in the same state. The gig couldn’t be over too soon for the pair of them and Dom breathed a sigh of relief as he hit the last beat, knowing full well what was instore for them afterwards. He got to his feet and bowed to the crowd, watching as Matt did the same. But before he could clamber off the drum stand, Matt had already fled offstage. Dom made to follow him, but Chris grabbed his arm and dragged him to the front for another bow. By the time he managed to get offstage, Matt was nowhere to be seen.
Dom was feeling very frustrated by now. All the teasing had made him very horny and he was in no mood for a game of hide and seek. He walked dejectedly back to his dressing room, continually glancing around him as if expecting Matt to be hiding in the shadows. He finally gave up his search and made up his mind to just relieve himself once back at his room. He pushed the door open, sending it into the wall, and stopped dead at the sight in front of him.
Matt was sat on his dressing table, shirtless, sweaty, and swinging his legs innocently underneath him. However the kinky grin on his face gave his intentions away.
Dom just stood there dumbly, staring at the dark hair stuck to the pale forehead with sweat, at the milk white skin of Matt’s chest rising with each breath, the taut stomach and the... //Oh my god...// Dom gulped and unconsciously licked his lips as he tore his eyes away from the obvious bulge in Matt’s trousers. He gave a short cough and did his best to pull himself together, taking hold of the door handle and pushing it closed behind him. He turned back to Matt, his face finally cracking into a devious grin.
Matt held up his hand, gesturing for Dom to come towards him. As the drummer did, Matt grabbed the front of his shirt in a strong grip and pulled him close. Dom shivered as he felt Matt’s warm chest against his own through the thin material of his shirt. He let out a deep sigh and looked down at Matt’s lip... so close... so tempting... The tip of a pink tongue came out to invitingly lick at them and Dom couldn’t help but lean forward and capture it between his own lips. But no sooner had he tasted it that Matt pulled away, avoiding Dom’s following attempts at a lip lock. The drummer let out a frustrated groan and pouted at Matt’s amused expression. A smirk soon replaced the sulky look on the blond’s face. Without warning, he grabbed the singer’s neck and placed a firm kiss on the thin lips, pushing his tongue past the barrier of teeth, forcing a low moan from the dark haired man. Matt could feel himself losing control, slowly abandoning all ideas of teasing Dom to the point he’d go wild, a point that he’d obviously reached already. Before he knew what he was doing, his hands were working on the collar of the drummer’s shirt, half unbuttoning half tearing it open. Soon the item was discarded to the floor, carelessly, and Matt’s lips had freed themselves from Dom’s hungry kiss to wrap around the blonde’s collarbone. Teeth sinking into sensitive flesh made Dom’s head fly backwards, lips parting on a silent gasp, fingers gripping at the dark hair.
Satisfied with the blackish purple mark adorning the drummer’s skin, Matt let his lips travel further down. Dom hissed in a shaky breath as he felt a warm and wet tongue graze against his left nipple, and shivered as cold air was blown on it before it was wrapped in the delicious warmth of Matt’s mouth.
A smile crept on the singer’s lips as his hands ran over Dom’s hot skin, which was covered in a fine film of sweat and goosebumps. The drummer seemed to be paralysed in his pleasure, unable or unwilling to move, eyes closed tightly, his breathing coming out ragged and shallow through slightly parted lips, red from the constant sinking of his teeth in the tender flesh.
Slowly, Matt slipped down from the table to the floor, resting on his knees in the small space between his lover and the table. The movement brought Dom back from wherever his mind had wandered off, and he opened lust-filled eyes that he turned down to the small figure kneeling in front of him, gently nuzzling his crotch through the thin fabric of his white trousers. Dom let out a loud gasp as thin fingers started working on his belt, unbuckling it quickly before attacking his waistband, snapping the button open and unzipping the fly in a hasty movement. Dom couldn’t help moaning as he was finally freed from the unbearable tightness of his trousers and he was left standing naked as his boxers joined the white garment around his ankles.
A few seconds later, they had been kicked to the side and Matt had pushed the blonde back against the door, crawling on all fours, licking his lips hungrily, a feline look in his eyes. Dom felt light-headed with excitement, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make it sting. He jumped slightly as two hot hands came to rest on his hips, pulling his crotch closer and closer to this mouth he knew so well.
Matt moaned loudly around him, swallowing him whole in one go, and Dom was glad he had a door to support himself as the room started spinning around him and his knees grew weaker and weaker with each movement of the singer’s head. But soon the door wasn’t enough, and he had to hold onto his lover’s shoulders to avoid his legs giving way as Matt ran his tongue over the head of his throbbing cock. Dom opened his eyes and observed Matt’s tongue running over his rock hard cock, licking around the head, up and down along his shaft and finally his lips enclosed it totally again. Dom let out a long sigh and his head fell against the door again, unable to look any longer at his dick disappearing into Matt’s red swollen lips only to appear again covered in saliva.
An unbearable heat and tension were building up in Dom’s groin, causing him to snap his eyes open, tugging at Matt’s shoulder.
“Matt...” he breathed out with difficulty, swallowing hard before being able to go on. “Matt... stop...”
But the singer only sucked harder and faster, moaning around him, sending vibrations through Dom’s whole body, menacing to throw him over the edge prematurely.
“Matt... I... don’t... oh fuck... stop...” he groaned loudly and managed to push Matt away from his crotch before it was too late.
The drummer’s gesture was so strong it sent Matt backwards to land on his bum, and he looked up at Dom with an evil glint in his eyes and a triumphant smirk on his lips. Above him, Dom was panting hard, cheeks red and hair plastered to his forehead and temples with sweat. And before Matt could realise what was going on, he was being pulled to his feet by two strong arms and roughly pushed against the wall, gasping loudly as Dom’s body pinned him to it and then moaning as his face rubbed against the cheap carpet covering the wall.
They remained still for a moment, the room silent but for their loud breathings. And suddenly, as if to contrast with his previous harsh treatment, Dom placed a series of small butterfly kisses down Matt’s pale neck, causing the singer to shiver in delight, his head falling back on Dom’s shoulder, exposing his throat to the drummer. Dom kept on kissing his skin delicately, fingers at work between the wall and his lover to undo the black belt and open the familiar button and zip of his glittery trousers. He could feel Matt tense against him in anticipation and smiled to himself. He opened his mouth on the tender muscle of Matt’s shoulder, gently grazing his teeth against the skin, revelling in the singer’s tiny whimpers. With no warning, he bit down hard, making Matt yelp in pain. Then soothingly, Dom lapped at the red little marks, his hand moving down the shaking singer’s chest into his trousers, rubbing his erection through his boxers. He knew he was driving Matt insane, and enjoyed seeing and feeling the skinny body shiver and shake against his own.
As if nothing had happened, Dom continued placing soft kisses on the top of Matt’s back, until he felt the singer push back against his crotch, whimpering with need, trying at the same time to rub himself against Dom’s agonisingly slow hand.
The drummer grinned again, feeling heat rushing to his head and he had to bite his lip hard to hold in a moan at the movements of Matt’s body against his own. He took a step back, ignoring Matt’s disappointed sigh at the sudden loss of contact. He yanked the trousers down along with his underwear and threw them away to join the pile of abandoned clothes on the floor. He paused a second to look at his lover, feeling himself throbbing as he took in the more than arousing sight offered to him. Matt was resting against the wall, arms raised on each side of his head, palms flat and fingers digging into the carpet. His cheek pressed against the wall, his eyes were closed tightly and his lips parted, pants coming out between them. His dark hair was a mess and his hips were moving languidly, possibly rubbing himself against the wall.
A strangled moan escaped Dom’s throat and he pressed his body back against the beauty in front of him, his hand snaking around Matt’s waist, fingernails scratching just under his navel. Matt’s teeth sank into his already ravaged lips as Dom moved closer to his ear, his tongue poking out to teasingly lick at the edge.
“You want it rough...” Whether that was a question or a statement, it didn’t matter. Either way, they both knew what was going to happen next.
Matt still managed to nod and he let out a harsh cry as Dom penetrated him in one strong thrust. No lube, just pure Dom. Tears of pain slowly ran down Matt’s burning cheeks, disappearing between his open lips from which loud pants and cries were escaping. Dom leant in, licking at his face as he adopted a steady rhythm, pounding into Matt. The singer was slowly relaxing, starting to move with Dom, whimpers of pain eventually turning into whimpers of pleasure.
Matt's right hand eventually moved down the wall in direction of his stomach. Perfectly aware of what he was about to do, Dom slapped it away, earning a frustrated groan from Matt. As a response, Dom only thrust harder and faster, crushing the singer and his painful erection against the wall. Matt cried out as his lover's movements caused his skin to rub against the harsh carpet, burning it deliciously. He could feel a heavy pressure building up in his groin, rushing through his veins and reaching his head, blurring his vision. Unable to think straight any longer, he was left to moan and cry and writhe before exploding against the wall, screaming Dom's name. The drummer wasn't far behind, giving a few more thrusts, he quickly was thrown over the edge by his lover's noise and body contractions.
Together, Dom still buried deep inside Matt, they fell on a heap on the floor, trying hard to get their normal breathing back.
After a few minutes of blissful silence, only penetrated by the odd heavy gasp, Dom withdrew from his lover and snuggled into a more comfortable spooning position. Matt smiled as he felt soft lips resting against the nape of his neck.
"Maybe I should borrow your clothes more often.." he said contentedly.
"Mmm I wouldn't complain." Dom grinned as he placed his arm firmly around the singers midriff.
"Even your favourite pink trousers?" Matt asked, as if it was the ultimate test.
"Even my favourite pink trousers."
The singer couldn't help but show a slight satisfied smile.
"Just one question." Dom queried after a few moments, his clear voice cutting through the air.
"Mhmm?" Matt responded.
"Where did you find the glittery trousers? I swear I had hidden them." The drummer asked curiously.
"Now why would you have hidden them?" Matt asked with a smirk, clearly avoiding the question.
"They.. well.. they were a drunken purchase that I was too embarrased to take back. And I knew if I threw them out, you would have found them." Dom admitted, blushing profusely.
"That doesn't explain why you took them on tour." Matt continued, whilst trying to hide a grin.
"I dunno.. they might have come in useful." The drummer stated.
"Maybe useful in winning the next campest clothes bet." The brunette grinned back.
"Yes. No. Thats not the point. How did you find them?" Dom spluttered, trying to regain his point.
"Erm.. I was looking for my birthday present." Matt admitted sheepishly, rubbing his shoulder subconciously.
"Did you find it?" Dom asked
"Yeh."
"Bugger, it was meant to be a surprise." Dom said, looking disappointed.
"Oh don't worry, it was a surprise. I've always wanted to try a vibrator." Matt replied with a kinky smirk. Dom however looked genuinely puzzled.
"But I didn't buy you a vibrator."
"Oh.. is it yours?" Matt asked curiously.
"Trust me, you'd know if I had a vibrator." Dom allowed a slight grin as he replied.
"Then whose is it?" Matt responded, with an disconcerted look on his face.
A few rooms away:
"Just lie back, you're going to enjoy this Chris." Came a low voice through the darkness. Tom gave an evil grin as he thrust the trembling purple shaft forward, and the resulting cry of ecstasy carried easily through the nighttime.
"Did you hear that?" Matt asked, lifting his head in a manner not too dissimilar from a cat.
"No, what was it?" Dom replied, his voice muffled against the back of his lovers neck.
"Never mind." Matt mumbled, rolling over to face Dom.
"Ready for round two?" Dom enquired, with a wicked glint in his eye.
"Only if you wear the trousers this time."
The end.