Fic: Icarus, Dom/Elijah
Title: Icarus
Author: sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: utterly imaginatory
Feedback: will cheer me up greatly
A/N: for airgiodslv, because she had the cheek to ask. Many thanks to my beta, the delicious impasto. These two girls let me play in their sandpit and that makes me a happy kid.
He imagines an apparatus for flight.
Dom’s spine is already flexing as he walks over to the bed. The long cord of bones buckles in and out with his shoulders, with the tensing and relaxing of his stomach muscles, with the thick fist turning and turning in his guts and each step closer to Elijah. The skin on his ribs sleeks up and down with each arch of his back, and it feels good to breathe and expand, take it all in. He’s preparing to bear the weight of wings.
His body is already doused with sensation, with the burden of it through his bones, making his blood sluggish and dense, flesh sluiced with desire. Just the promise of the long pale figure on the bed weighs him down.
Dom conjures flets and harness to help him rise.
Elijah raises his arms to embrace Dom when he leans over him. A wet kiss, hot and loose, and Dom lays his limbs down with Elijah’s. His legs are trembling and Elijah’s skin is warm relief against his.
It’s been long, drowsy minutes since Elijah stripped and spread himself to Dom’s sight, minutes of blood thickening in his fingertips, in his lips, as Elijah soothed fingers down his own skin, bent and arched, pulled and stroked himself so slowly that Dom’s heart seemed to slow, waiting for Elijah’s hand to release its pull up the length of his cock. For Dom’s eyes to close as he watched for the dropping open of Elijah’s thighs; waiting for Elijah to loosen and lie back just a bit more.
Long enough for Dom’s bones to soften as he stood there on the other side of the room, imagining the thin pull of something strong and lithe and buoyant to come, light against his shoulder blades, bearing him up against this drag of want.
Until he could almost feel the straps of wings snug around himself, and he was ready to fall and fly.
Now, on the bed, he has limbs pliant and sweet in his hands, and Dom for a moment, feeling the solidity, imagines that this time Elijah will be the one water-logged, Dom the one who is alight. Then Elijah’s twisting in his grasp and the skin slithering against Dom’s hands heats a little more, he’s so hot, and Elijah tugs Dom’s head into his own fingers, tugs it close and then pushes it back as his hips shove into Dom’s, hissing, and Dom knows that Elijah is too electric for weight, he has all the substance of fire and all of the lightness of it too.
Mouth on his throat, on his nipple, suckering down the thin skin of his belly, hands rough around his thighs, Elijah’s hot hot mouth taking his cock, and Dom falls back against the bed with Elijah’s tongue licking thick honey into his veins.
You make me-feel-like gravity’s-
Even his voice is weighed, he can barely fill his lungs as desire sinks its smother on him. The chance for flight is gone, his wings gone soggy with feeling and dissolved into the thick of surrender; his bones, unstrapped again, are loosening. Feathers would be crushed.
That tongue lays on another coat of syrup, and Dom’s stirring only weakly now, rolling a little on the bed, and he feels gravity pulling deliciously through him. The press of Elijah’s hands on his hips is barely felt beneath the wish to sink into the softness, to fall and fall like thick drops of acid, always burning though and falling further, through and through to the other side of the earth, until he just falls forever.
Where are you? Elijah’s voice is near, sharp through the white noise in his head.
Dom manages to lift his head, so heavy, and there are Elijah’s lips and his eyes, all the light of them, looking right into him, and that’s enough. A spark, a flare from Elijah’s gaze and Dom-
-Elijah smiles at him, a complicit sexy smile, and licks his teeth; his fingers scrape into Dom’s flesh at the same time, and Dom can feel that, feel the surface of his body, flesh and skin and muscles; feel them all lift a little into Elijah’s hands so the fingers clench on more tightly-
-breathes in, and the weight lifts.
Something aerates the blood in his veins and Dom snaps up, grabs Elijah’s shoulders in his hands and kisses hard. The taste of himself rough on his tongue.
Elijah moans against Dom’s lips, and the little hum itches there and then buries itself in the hollow of Dom’s throat where he answers it.
Thin ribs of support unfurl against his shoulder-blades and a delicate membrane catches the air. Muscles crackle and Dom pushes Elijah onto his back, runs his hands down the satisfaction of ribs, belly, hips. He straddles Elijah, and looks down. Elijah stares back, and at the challenge in his look Dom feels the harness of his wings taut around his shoulders again, and knows he can rise.
The tug down of desire’s gravity lingers, and Dom almost sinks down again, for a moment to fold over Elijah and the welcome of his solidity, rest and dissolve there; but Dom sees the way Elijah’s pulse is twitching in his throat and the tenseness of his shoulders, and Dom arches away, slow and voluptuous, feeling the muscles in his back flex and clench, and remembers he’s strong. There is flesh thick enough to bear the weight of the wings that are spreading further and further to either side, dense ribs and plush feathers rising into place, tight and satisfying against his bracing. Dom feels the wings snap finally into their span and he tenses.
A quick flutter up and he’s risen and fallen back onto Elijah’s cock, and its scorching denseness inside his body is like a restraint on his urge to leap into the lightness of air. Elijah’s flesh is a pivot, and Dom’s wings rip the air loudly as he twists on it, up and sideways and down, and up, the wide splay of feathers pulling him backwards, forwards, always tugging up, up while Elijah’s hot hands tether him back down.
Elijah’s hips buck him upwards, tight little jerks that have Dom’s wings baffling lightly with each tiny leap, and the landing is softer every time, lighter; Elijah’s cock is still firm and thick inside him but Dom thinks he’s lifting off, his body’s strength gripping down with hands and thighs and the lightness all around him rising; rising until-
He darts down to kiss Elijah, rough and hot, and the taste in his mouth is the sun.
Words and weight and the substance of bones are forgotten, and Dom’s flying, he’s elevating, rising up, his flesh is burning and his skin is wax-
I’m gone- he cries into the air, I’m fucking flying-
And Elijah scalds him, and there’s flight, right into the sun, and then Dom’s wings break apart and there’s the fall.
Author: sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: utterly imaginatory
Feedback: will cheer me up greatly
A/N: for airgiodslv, because she had the cheek to ask. Many thanks to my beta, the delicious impasto. These two girls let me play in their sandpit and that makes me a happy kid.
He imagines an apparatus for flight.
Dom’s spine is already flexing as he walks over to the bed. The long cord of bones buckles in and out with his shoulders, with the tensing and relaxing of his stomach muscles, with the thick fist turning and turning in his guts and each step closer to Elijah. The skin on his ribs sleeks up and down with each arch of his back, and it feels good to breathe and expand, take it all in. He’s preparing to bear the weight of wings.
His body is already doused with sensation, with the burden of it through his bones, making his blood sluggish and dense, flesh sluiced with desire. Just the promise of the long pale figure on the bed weighs him down.
Dom conjures flets and harness to help him rise.
Elijah raises his arms to embrace Dom when he leans over him. A wet kiss, hot and loose, and Dom lays his limbs down with Elijah’s. His legs are trembling and Elijah’s skin is warm relief against his.
It’s been long, drowsy minutes since Elijah stripped and spread himself to Dom’s sight, minutes of blood thickening in his fingertips, in his lips, as Elijah soothed fingers down his own skin, bent and arched, pulled and stroked himself so slowly that Dom’s heart seemed to slow, waiting for Elijah’s hand to release its pull up the length of his cock. For Dom’s eyes to close as he watched for the dropping open of Elijah’s thighs; waiting for Elijah to loosen and lie back just a bit more.
Long enough for Dom’s bones to soften as he stood there on the other side of the room, imagining the thin pull of something strong and lithe and buoyant to come, light against his shoulder blades, bearing him up against this drag of want.
Until he could almost feel the straps of wings snug around himself, and he was ready to fall and fly.
Now, on the bed, he has limbs pliant and sweet in his hands, and Dom for a moment, feeling the solidity, imagines that this time Elijah will be the one water-logged, Dom the one who is alight. Then Elijah’s twisting in his grasp and the skin slithering against Dom’s hands heats a little more, he’s so hot, and Elijah tugs Dom’s head into his own fingers, tugs it close and then pushes it back as his hips shove into Dom’s, hissing, and Dom knows that Elijah is too electric for weight, he has all the substance of fire and all of the lightness of it too.
Mouth on his throat, on his nipple, suckering down the thin skin of his belly, hands rough around his thighs, Elijah’s hot hot mouth taking his cock, and Dom falls back against the bed with Elijah’s tongue licking thick honey into his veins.
You make me-feel-like gravity’s-
Even his voice is weighed, he can barely fill his lungs as desire sinks its smother on him. The chance for flight is gone, his wings gone soggy with feeling and dissolved into the thick of surrender; his bones, unstrapped again, are loosening. Feathers would be crushed.
That tongue lays on another coat of syrup, and Dom’s stirring only weakly now, rolling a little on the bed, and he feels gravity pulling deliciously through him. The press of Elijah’s hands on his hips is barely felt beneath the wish to sink into the softness, to fall and fall like thick drops of acid, always burning though and falling further, through and through to the other side of the earth, until he just falls forever.
Where are you? Elijah’s voice is near, sharp through the white noise in his head.
Dom manages to lift his head, so heavy, and there are Elijah’s lips and his eyes, all the light of them, looking right into him, and that’s enough. A spark, a flare from Elijah’s gaze and Dom-
-Elijah smiles at him, a complicit sexy smile, and licks his teeth; his fingers scrape into Dom’s flesh at the same time, and Dom can feel that, feel the surface of his body, flesh and skin and muscles; feel them all lift a little into Elijah’s hands so the fingers clench on more tightly-
-breathes in, and the weight lifts.
Something aerates the blood in his veins and Dom snaps up, grabs Elijah’s shoulders in his hands and kisses hard. The taste of himself rough on his tongue.
Elijah moans against Dom’s lips, and the little hum itches there and then buries itself in the hollow of Dom’s throat where he answers it.
Thin ribs of support unfurl against his shoulder-blades and a delicate membrane catches the air. Muscles crackle and Dom pushes Elijah onto his back, runs his hands down the satisfaction of ribs, belly, hips. He straddles Elijah, and looks down. Elijah stares back, and at the challenge in his look Dom feels the harness of his wings taut around his shoulders again, and knows he can rise.
The tug down of desire’s gravity lingers, and Dom almost sinks down again, for a moment to fold over Elijah and the welcome of his solidity, rest and dissolve there; but Dom sees the way Elijah’s pulse is twitching in his throat and the tenseness of his shoulders, and Dom arches away, slow and voluptuous, feeling the muscles in his back flex and clench, and remembers he’s strong. There is flesh thick enough to bear the weight of the wings that are spreading further and further to either side, dense ribs and plush feathers rising into place, tight and satisfying against his bracing. Dom feels the wings snap finally into their span and he tenses.
A quick flutter up and he’s risen and fallen back onto Elijah’s cock, and its scorching denseness inside his body is like a restraint on his urge to leap into the lightness of air. Elijah’s flesh is a pivot, and Dom’s wings rip the air loudly as he twists on it, up and sideways and down, and up, the wide splay of feathers pulling him backwards, forwards, always tugging up, up while Elijah’s hot hands tether him back down.
Elijah’s hips buck him upwards, tight little jerks that have Dom’s wings baffling lightly with each tiny leap, and the landing is softer every time, lighter; Elijah’s cock is still firm and thick inside him but Dom thinks he’s lifting off, his body’s strength gripping down with hands and thighs and the lightness all around him rising; rising until-
He darts down to kiss Elijah, rough and hot, and the taste in his mouth is the sun.
Words and weight and the substance of bones are forgotten, and Dom’s flying, he’s elevating, rising up, his flesh is burning and his skin is wax-
I’m gone- he cries into the air, I’m fucking flying-
And Elijah scalds him, and there’s flight, right into the sun, and then Dom’s wings break apart and there’s the fall.