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Title: Crumpet
Author: Eliyah eliyah@dombillijah.com
Pairing: Domian
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Wordy and is Dom/Ian
Disclaimer: I have not been, and am not currently, in love with Ian's penis. Honest.
Summary: Dom as Ian's crumpet.
Feedback: much wanted.
Dom was kept. He was Ian's secret lover.
Dom had to court and entice and coax and trick and, in the end, beg, to get into Ian's bed.
Once there, Dom squatted.
Dom used his tongue to lick Ian over and over. Dom dipped Ian's hands in his mouth till Ian's fingertips puckered with wrinkles. Dom lay naked and wanton and free, with arms thrown overhead and head plundering the pillows and mouth agape and legs splayed. Whilst Ian moved over top, at a sagacious slow crawl, and Dom cracked like the continents at the beginning of the world.
Dom was kept in suspension, in enthralled desire. His blood roiled with lust for Ian. Who dressed like a librarian and attired his limbs with postures and gestures, who moved to project sillohouettes and who thought that when he spoke, he could and should do so honestly.
Dom could not take his hands off Ian. Dom could not tear his eyes away from the bird cage of Ian's ribs, Ian's dainty skeleton. Dom sat in comfortable chairs with Ian and liked to have Ian half in his lap.
Ian was a ponce and Dom was a pervert. Dom was hot for the lines on Ian's face and the silver in his hair. Dom salivated for Ian's softened calves and slack underarm. And each liver spot was sweet and there were too few of those.
Ian was better than a woman. Ian had the crafty mind and witty tongue of one. Ian would mother Dom sometimes. Dom's mother doesn't know about Ian. Dom wasn't interested in Ian like that anyway, not Ian's general good will and affection. Dom wanted Ian's cock, Ian's delicate hidden away penis, tucked behind loose pants and long shirt and safari jacket, Ian's friendly, unthreatening, old dick. Wanted it stirred awake, to become a social menace, to dog Dom and to drive Ian mad.
Nobody knew about them. In this respect Dom was smug. Dom could talk to Billy about this girl and that lad, and tell Billy every thought in his head, but know that Billy would never suspect.
Dom could fall at Elijah's feet and gaze at Elijah's glowing face, and have a serious crush, but Elijah would never reach deep enough inside Dom to see, how Dom was addicted to another.
Dom could sleep with Viggo as much as pleases either of them, and whilst Viggo thrusts and Dom comes, Dom feels not the strong flexing pumps Viggo made but the slippery, sinuous movement of Ian pulling out, in a luxurious slide. Dom liked experiencing the fade of Ian's erection, it made him feel spacious and relieved.
Ian would never acknowledge Dom in public, not beyond their professional association. Dom skips outings which Ian attended. When Dom does go, he seethes all night. So he won't go to those things anymore with Ian, not if he had to share Ian with all of them other people.
Dom waited for Ian at home. Dom bided his time and baited his own anger. Suspicion made Dom's heart fonder and jealousy fed Dom's appetite.
Dom enjoyed being kept and thrived.
Ian kept Dom, fed his fixation with envy, fattened Dom's fascination into greed.
In the hopes that one day these avarices will synthesise into love.
When Ian's feelings would be returned.
The end.
Author: Eliyah eliyah@dombillijah.com
Pairing: Domian
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Wordy and is Dom/Ian
Disclaimer: I have not been, and am not currently, in love with Ian's penis. Honest.
Summary: Dom as Ian's crumpet.
Feedback: much wanted.
Dom was kept. He was Ian's secret lover.
Dom had to court and entice and coax and trick and, in the end, beg, to get into Ian's bed.
Once there, Dom squatted.
Dom used his tongue to lick Ian over and over. Dom dipped Ian's hands in his mouth till Ian's fingertips puckered with wrinkles. Dom lay naked and wanton and free, with arms thrown overhead and head plundering the pillows and mouth agape and legs splayed. Whilst Ian moved over top, at a sagacious slow crawl, and Dom cracked like the continents at the beginning of the world.
Dom was kept in suspension, in enthralled desire. His blood roiled with lust for Ian. Who dressed like a librarian and attired his limbs with postures and gestures, who moved to project sillohouettes and who thought that when he spoke, he could and should do so honestly.
Dom could not take his hands off Ian. Dom could not tear his eyes away from the bird cage of Ian's ribs, Ian's dainty skeleton. Dom sat in comfortable chairs with Ian and liked to have Ian half in his lap.
Ian was a ponce and Dom was a pervert. Dom was hot for the lines on Ian's face and the silver in his hair. Dom salivated for Ian's softened calves and slack underarm. And each liver spot was sweet and there were too few of those.
Ian was better than a woman. Ian had the crafty mind and witty tongue of one. Ian would mother Dom sometimes. Dom's mother doesn't know about Ian. Dom wasn't interested in Ian like that anyway, not Ian's general good will and affection. Dom wanted Ian's cock, Ian's delicate hidden away penis, tucked behind loose pants and long shirt and safari jacket, Ian's friendly, unthreatening, old dick. Wanted it stirred awake, to become a social menace, to dog Dom and to drive Ian mad.
Nobody knew about them. In this respect Dom was smug. Dom could talk to Billy about this girl and that lad, and tell Billy every thought in his head, but know that Billy would never suspect.
Dom could fall at Elijah's feet and gaze at Elijah's glowing face, and have a serious crush, but Elijah would never reach deep enough inside Dom to see, how Dom was addicted to another.
Dom could sleep with Viggo as much as pleases either of them, and whilst Viggo thrusts and Dom comes, Dom feels not the strong flexing pumps Viggo made but the slippery, sinuous movement of Ian pulling out, in a luxurious slide. Dom liked experiencing the fade of Ian's erection, it made him feel spacious and relieved.
Ian would never acknowledge Dom in public, not beyond their professional association. Dom skips outings which Ian attended. When Dom does go, he seethes all night. So he won't go to those things anymore with Ian, not if he had to share Ian with all of them other people.
Dom waited for Ian at home. Dom bided his time and baited his own anger. Suspicion made Dom's heart fonder and jealousy fed Dom's appetite.
Dom enjoyed being kept and thrived.
Ian kept Dom, fed his fixation with envy, fattened Dom's fascination into greed.
In the hopes that one day these avarices will synthesise into love.
When Ian's feelings would be returned.
The end.