Rent Boy: 1b
Title: Rent Boy: 1b
Author: Me, mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom, what else could it be? :D
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Prostitution, sex, language
Summary: Dom is a prostitute, Matt needs his services.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated! Tell me what you think about this :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Muse and this is pure fiction.
Previous parts:
Part 1a
Dom spread Matt’s legs so that he could plop down in between them comfortably, and made quick work of his suit trousers, pulling them down together with his boxers in one swift movement, Matt lifting his bum off the mattress to help him. Tugging the waistbands down, Dom revealed Matt’s hardness, the stiff cock plopping down to lie heavy on the brunet’s lower stomach.
When every offending piece of clothing was finally removed and the pale man completely exposed in all his beauty, Dom couldn’t help but admire the body that lay before him.
The brunet looked flushed when he looked up at Dom who was now reaching his hands to lay them on Matt’s lower stomach, on top of the narrow path of fine, dark hair that lead to his beautiful, pink cock.
“You look so sexy right now, Matt. Fuck, just look at you...”, Dom said when he gently wrapped his hand around the stiff length, supporting it while he grabbed a condom from where he’d tossed a handful of them when he came from the bathroom.
He tore the wrapping with his teeth, gave the length a few firm strokes with his hand, and used the other hand to place the condom on his mouth. Then he took a long breath and leaned down, supporting himself on his arms which he placed on both sides of the brunet’s hips. Dom lowered his mouth over Matt’s aching hardness, rolling he condom down with his lips, eliciting another hiss from the dark haired man.
“Fuck!”
This was a trick he’d learned a while ago from a colleague of his, and after he’d noticed how much guys liked it, he’d begun to use it almost everytime he gave someone head. It had also proved to be useful with some of the customers who seemed to have problems with their hygiene - he could take a very close look without appearing too scrutinising. Matt didn’t seem to have a problem in that area, however - he was very clean and nicely trimmed down there - so Dom had no problem in giving him what he wanted.
After placing the condom on properly, Dom started giving firm licks from the underside of the shaft all the way to the tip. He traced the thick veins with his tongue, determined to give this gorgeous man a blow job worth all the money he was willing to pay.
Matt’s hips started to slowly rock up and down, and judging from all the whimpers and pants he was definitely enjoying himself. Dom held him steady with his other hand on his hip as he began to bob his head up and down, taking Matt as deep as was physically possible for him without gagging.
“Dom, that feels so fucking amazing, you have no idea...” Matt arched his back when Dom raised his mouth a little to suck on the swollen, sensitive head. He reached his hands down and put them on Dom’s head, gently running them through his hair. He wasn’t really holding onto him, he just wanted something to touch, to feel the blond’s head moving under his hands.
Matt looked down and was overwhelmed with arousal at the sight of the slightly bigger man working on his cock like a proper whore.
“You’re... fuck, Dom, you look gorgeous! Don’t stop...”
The low hum Matt got as a response sent pleasant vibrations through his painfully throbbing cock, and suddenly all he wanted was to come. He felt Dom take his hand off his hip, and the next thing he knew was a pair of fingers pressing behind his balls, stroking the sensitive skin there, while the hot mouth kept envelopig him over and over again.
The familiar burning in the pit of Matt’s stomach had started to develop into a wave of pleasure, and when one of the fingers travelled further back to circle his opening, that wave came washing over him and he cried out, bucking his hips uncontrollably into Dom’s tight, hot mouth.
The blond kept sucking rhythmically, letting Matt buck until the last wave of pleasure was gone and he fell limp on the mattress, still breathing quickly and shallowly.
Dom was used to being treated roughly - usually his customers grabbed his hair while fucking his mouth until tears were streaming down his face and he felt he couldn’t breathe - but Matt hadn’t been anything like that. For a moment he had thought Matt was going to grab his hair, but he hadn’t. He’d been gentle, merely massaging his scalp in the end.
Dom was grateful for that, and after Matt tugged gently at his hair to let him know he was done, he released Matt’s cock with a plop, and pressed a gentle kiss on the inside of his thigh. Matt didn’t react to that, he was still overwhelmed with the best blowjob he’d ever received.
“You alright, Matt?” Dom slowly sat up, reached his hand to Matt’s groin and removed the condom, apologising when the contact to his sensitive cock now lying limp on his upper thigh made him wince. Dom climbed over Matt’s leg to sit beside him and tossed the condom in the bin next to the bed.
The still panting brunet turned his head towards Dom, who was now sitting cross-legged on the bed beside his waist. Dom was smiling, seemingly proud of himself for making Matt writhe and moan under his touch like he’d done.
“Yeah. I’m alright...” Matt raised his hand and wiped the wet strands of hair off of his forehead, sweat still glistening on his face and on his collarbone. “That was quite something... fucking hell.” He laughed a high pitched, delirious laugh and turned to lie on his side, smiling widely at the man sitting next to him. “Thank you.”
Dom blushed - he had probably enjoyed the act more than he should have, and receiving thanks for it felt... well, it felt like he didn’t deserve it.
“It’s what I do. You - you don’t have to thank me, you’re paying for me to do it,” he added quietly.
Matt propped himself up on his elbows and shook his head.
“No, I really mean it. I can only imagine how horrible your job must be, having to suck strangers’ cocks, and god knows what else you have to put up with... thank you, honestly. You were wonderful.”
Dom matched Matt’s wide smile with his own and nodded. “Well, I must say that customers like you make it worth it sometimes.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“No! How could I hate you when you treat me like a king and even pay for it?”, Dom said laughing.
Matt snorted. “I hardly treat you like a king... believe me, you haven’t seen that side of me.” Yet, Matt wanted to add but didn’t.
“Fair enough.” Dom studied his nails for a moment, then cleared his throat. “What about that second part of our deal, then? You still want to do it?” Dom dropped his hands back onto his lap, brushing them deliberately against his own unattended cock still trapped under the fabric.
Yep, still hard.
“Sure. Can’t wait, actually... I think I just need a second to be ready to go again, if that’s alright” Dom nodded at Matt’s request, happy that the other man was willing to go through with their plan.
Matt relaxed on the bed, put one arm behind his neck, and let his other hand wander across his bare chest, seemingly deep in thought.
“Can I ask you something, Dom? It’s about your profession. Something I was wondering about earlier.”
Dom looked at him, surprised. “Sure, fire away.”
“I was just thinking... well, this is sort of an obvious question, but - why... why do you do this?”
“Believe me, not many customers have the guts or interest to ask that, so no, it’s not as obvious question as you’d think.” He played with the hem of his shirt for a while before he answered in a quiet voice. “I’m just really desperate for money, simple as that. I’m paying my study loan, and my real profession isn’t really making any profit yet.”
“What’s your profession, then?”
“I’m an artist, I graduated last year. So, I had to figure out a way to make as much money possible with as few working hours as possible, so that I’ll still have enough time to paint and draw. As you probably noticed, a prostitute’s hourly wage is quite good so I ended up doing this.” Matt noticed that there was something in Dom’s voice that was intriguing. Like he was trying to justify doing something he was a bit ashamed of.
There was still something that Matt wanted to ask. “Do you enjoy this?”
There was a moment of silence from Dom as he thought about something to say. “I’m not quite sure if that’s an appropriate question to answer to a customer, if I’m being honest. I hope you don’t mind?”
Matt shook his head but felt a pang of sympathy for the blond. “No, of course I don’t mind... I can guess the answer, anyway.”
“It’s not always so bad, though. Like now, for example.”
“Now?” Matt raised his eyebrows. This was something he’d wanted to hear.
“You’re such a nice guy. You’re charming and you don’t even seem to know it. I mean, who is nice to a hooker? Not many, I can tell you that much. Plus you’re clean and, um, pleasant in many ways. And not bad to look at either.” Dom could feel his cheeks reddening at all the confessions suddenly stumbling out of his mouth. “I actually also have a question for you: why are you doing this? Surely you could find someone to shag you for free?”
“Ha. That’s something I’ve thought a lot of. I guess I’m just stressed by all the work I’ve been doing lately, and wanted a bit of change. And I’m tired of the emotional rollercoaster that a relationship can create. I just - well, I just wanted a fuck, simple as that. Something to entertain me on a business trip. Something that won’t keep following me or calling after me later on.”
Dom felt a pang of something inside him at those last words. He tried to pinpoint what exactly it was. Disappointment? He shook the thought away as quickly as it had come in the first place.
“Understandable, I guess. Not that I know anything about the stresses of business world, though.”
The two men stayed silent for a moment, Dom thinking whether he could make a move already. He was positively itching to get to ravage the brunet, and the mere thought made his cock twitch, making his already tight jeans feel even tighter.
He placed his hand on Matt’s thigh, looking at him questioningly. After receiving a cheeky smile, he started trailing his hand upwards, taking his time to softly stroke the soft skin on Matt’s inner thigh, and continued until he was met with that already familiar thickness.
Dom wrapped his hand around the slowly stiffening cock and started to leisurely stroke it to full length, at the same time rubbing his other hand across the growing bulge in front of his own jeans. Matt noticed that, and fized his gaze on Dom’s groin, the look in his eyes growing hungrier by the second.
“Can I?” Matt asked and reached out to Dom’s crotch, stopping to wait for the blond’s answer before he made any contact. He knew there was a chance that Dom wouldn’t want him to touch him, but he was willing to take that chance.
“Why’d you want to do that?” Dom looked puzzled - he was supposed to be the one who did all the work, not Matt.
“I just want to.” After receiving a nod, accompanied with a frown, Matt proceeded to open the button and the zipper of Dom’s jeans. “I want you to enjoy this too, Dom.”
“But it’s not the point of this, Matt.” Matt didn’t hear his protest; he was now sitting in front of Dom, tugging his jeans down in record speed. Dom didn’t find it in himself to stop Matt, and made quick work of his own shirt, after that helping the lawyer in his mission to remove Dom’s boxers, the last remaining piece of clothing between them.
So much for slow, seductive stripping, Dom thought.
To Matt, Dom was gorgeous. His golden ruffled hair framing that handsome face; his slightly too big nose and luscious lips which gave him more character in Matt’s opinion; his huge grey eyes that were now filled with arousal; his thin but well defined body - not to mention the treasure between his legs - everything together made for quite an attractive package.
Matt couldn’t help but think about what he would do if he randomly bumped into Dom in some bar. Would he try to hit on him? Probably.
Matt knew Dom was only there to make some money for himself. He knew it, and he also knew that he was paying him quite generously, but still he couldn’t just lay still when the blond did all the work.
Hands sliding against naked skin, lips attaching to whatever skin they found, erections rubbing against each other to create that electrifying heat and friction, the two men were wrapped in each other and arousing each other beyond belief. Their hands felt hot against the already heated skin, lips and tongues leaving wet paths on their stomachs, chests, necks - but never on the mouth. Matt wanted to respect Dom’s wish of no kissing.
Matt was sitting practically on Dom’s lap, straddling his thighs and sucking on one of his perfect nipples, when he felt Dom’s hand travelling down his back, the moistness of the lube - when had he managed to apply it in the first place? - leaving a wet, cool trail on his lower back from where his fingers travelled lower and lower, until they reached their ultimate destination.
One finger was pushed past that tight ring of muscle, making Matt gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. Dom wiggled the finger around a bit before adding a second. After scissoring the fingers to strech Matt even more he curled them upwards, pulling them back a little and pressing them up at the same time.
Bingo.
The brunet arched his back at the incredible sensation and pressed his chin on Dom’s shoulder, spreading his legs wider to try and get the fingers deeper inside him. He needed that feeling of fulfilment, and he needed it now.
“Please, I’m ready,” he managed to gasp in the blond’s ear.
Before Matt had even finished his sentence, he’d pulled away making Dom’s fingers slip out of him, grabbed a condom off the bed and torn the wrapper open. He gave Dom’s hard length a few determined strokes before placing the condom on it.
“Go lie on your stomach.” Dom’s command was accompanied by gentle guidance from his hands, which were holding Matt’s hips. Matt did as he was told. A strong arm snaked around his stomach immediately, lifting his bum up, forcing him to brace himself on his elbows.
Matt wanted the other man so bad he was shaking when he finally felt Dom’s warm weight press on his back, an arm propped on the bed beside him, Dom’s other hand helping him push his length slowly into Matt’s tight, hot heat. Matt’s body stiffened at the initial pain, his muscles clenching in protest, but after a while he could relax his muscles around Dom, and he felt the blond begin to carefully rock his hips.
“Fuck! So fucking tight...feels so good, Matt, oh god...”
Dom wrapped his arm around the smaller man’s slim waist again, supporting him while his other arm was still propped on the bed. Matt started to respond to Dom’s thrusts by pushing his arse back at every thrust, and clenching his muscles every time Dom pulled himself back, making the blond moan in ecstasy.
They fell into a rhythm, felt completely synchronised, and only their pants and groans and occasional expletives echoed in the walls of the hotel room.
Dom lowered himself until he was practically sitting on his knees, and Matt immediately started bouncing on his lap, his legs on either side of Dom’s. Dom kept the firm hold around Matt’s waist, but his other hand was now free to start stroking the brunet’s hardness that hung heavy between his spread legs, slapping on his thigh everytime he lowered himself forcefully on Dom’s cock.
Matt leaned a bit forward, gripping the headboard for leverage. This new position made Dom’s cock hit Matt’s prostate with more precision than before, and the dark haired man cried out at every deep thrust while the blond’s fist pumped his thick hardness at the same time, both men desperate for a release now.
“I’m so fucking close, Dom... come with me, yeah?”
Dom only managed a grunt as a response, and he sped up his thrusts, leaning against Matt’s back and hugging him flush against his chest, Matt bouncing up and down with equal speed.
Then, suddenly, Dom was coming - a spine-tingling, shivering orgasm, so powerful that it almost hurt. Dom bit down on Matt’s shoulder to stop himself from screaming, and Matt continued to bounce on him, his internal muscles soon starting to clench from his own orgasm and drawing the last droplets of come from the blond.
The second Dom removed his arm from around Matt to pull out of him, the brunet slumped on the mattress, a delirious grin spread on his face.
“You... fuck. Wow.”
Dom laughed at Matt’s inability to form a coherent sentence and after discarding the used condom, lowered himself to lay down on the bed as well, needing to rest for a moment.
“Cat got your tongue, Matt?” Dom was panting as well, warm puffs of air hitting Matt’s shoulder.
“Ha.”
They both lay down on the mattress facing each other, naked and satisfied, heat still gathering between them like some sort of weird energy. There was something shifting between the two men, some unspoken and invicible boundary about to be broken. Neither wanted to admit it, both knowing it was wrong but at the same time not being able to stop thinking about how right it felt. Dom touched Matt’s chest with the tips of his fingers and marvelled at the feeling of light shivers beneath them.
“It was brilliant, though. Fucking proper.” The words were spoken softly by Matt, who was also tracing his own little patterns on Dom’s bare hip. “Thank you.”
Dom wanted to say once again that Matt didn’t have to thank him, but he didn’t have the strength to argue. Instead he just smiled, both of their breathing slowly becoming normal again.
Dom glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. It was later than he had thought. He got up from the bed, leaving Matt there on his own and started gathering his clothes that were scattered around the room.
“I have to go.”
Matt pouted, unable to hide his disappointment, and pulled the cover over himself. The tender moment was gone, and he was starting to wonder if he’d imagined it. “Already?”
“Yeah... I’m afraid the two hours are up.” He grimaced and jumped on one foot while trying to pull the red skinnies on as fast as possible. “And I, um... I still have somewhere to go tonight.”
“Oh. Right.” It hadn’t occurred to Matt earlier that Dom might have another customer lined up after him. A customer. He didn’t like the sound of that, and turned his head to look away, even though the blond probably had no idea of what he’d been thinking.
Dom had managed to pull his jeans back on and was now buttoning his shirt back up. “I had a really amazing time, you know. Not like with most of my customers. Really, really amazing. I should actually thank you.” He lifted his eyes from the buttons and smiled at Matt.
Matt huffed into his pillow. “S’nothing. Um, can you come back in two days? If you really want to thank me?”
“In two days?” Dom was searching for one of his socks, his face lighting up when he found it from under the bed.
“Yeah. I’d have you here tomorrow but I have a late dinner meeting... but it would be great if you could come the next day. We could, like, do it all again?” Matt bit his lip and tried not to blush.
Dom pulled the sock on and stuffed his feet in his old trainers. “Of course. At six, on Thursday? Would that be alright? I can come straight in here if you want, so you don’t have to pick me up.”
“Perfect. I can’t wait.” Matt smiled and watched Dom zip up his jacket. He looked around the room and noticed the notes still lying on the dressing table.
“Dom? Don’t forget your money, it’s on the table.”
For a short moment Dom contemplated leaving the money there, because he felt a bit guilty about enjoying those two hours a bit too much. He changed his mind, though, and grabbed the pile of notes before awkwardly muttering his thanks. He stuffed the notes in his pocket, said goodbye and left, leaving Matt on the bed, alone with his thoughts.
Author: Me, mistake_arrest
Pairing: Belldom, what else could it be? :D
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Prostitution, sex, language
Summary: Dom is a prostitute, Matt needs his services.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated! Tell me what you think about this :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Muse and this is pure fiction.
Previous parts:
Part 1a
Dom spread Matt’s legs so that he could plop down in between them comfortably, and made quick work of his suit trousers, pulling them down together with his boxers in one swift movement, Matt lifting his bum off the mattress to help him. Tugging the waistbands down, Dom revealed Matt’s hardness, the stiff cock plopping down to lie heavy on the brunet’s lower stomach.
When every offending piece of clothing was finally removed and the pale man completely exposed in all his beauty, Dom couldn’t help but admire the body that lay before him.
The brunet looked flushed when he looked up at Dom who was now reaching his hands to lay them on Matt’s lower stomach, on top of the narrow path of fine, dark hair that lead to his beautiful, pink cock.
“You look so sexy right now, Matt. Fuck, just look at you...”, Dom said when he gently wrapped his hand around the stiff length, supporting it while he grabbed a condom from where he’d tossed a handful of them when he came from the bathroom.
He tore the wrapping with his teeth, gave the length a few firm strokes with his hand, and used the other hand to place the condom on his mouth. Then he took a long breath and leaned down, supporting himself on his arms which he placed on both sides of the brunet’s hips. Dom lowered his mouth over Matt’s aching hardness, rolling he condom down with his lips, eliciting another hiss from the dark haired man.
“Fuck!”
This was a trick he’d learned a while ago from a colleague of his, and after he’d noticed how much guys liked it, he’d begun to use it almost everytime he gave someone head. It had also proved to be useful with some of the customers who seemed to have problems with their hygiene - he could take a very close look without appearing too scrutinising. Matt didn’t seem to have a problem in that area, however - he was very clean and nicely trimmed down there - so Dom had no problem in giving him what he wanted.
After placing the condom on properly, Dom started giving firm licks from the underside of the shaft all the way to the tip. He traced the thick veins with his tongue, determined to give this gorgeous man a blow job worth all the money he was willing to pay.
Matt’s hips started to slowly rock up and down, and judging from all the whimpers and pants he was definitely enjoying himself. Dom held him steady with his other hand on his hip as he began to bob his head up and down, taking Matt as deep as was physically possible for him without gagging.
“Dom, that feels so fucking amazing, you have no idea...” Matt arched his back when Dom raised his mouth a little to suck on the swollen, sensitive head. He reached his hands down and put them on Dom’s head, gently running them through his hair. He wasn’t really holding onto him, he just wanted something to touch, to feel the blond’s head moving under his hands.
Matt looked down and was overwhelmed with arousal at the sight of the slightly bigger man working on his cock like a proper whore.
“You’re... fuck, Dom, you look gorgeous! Don’t stop...”
The low hum Matt got as a response sent pleasant vibrations through his painfully throbbing cock, and suddenly all he wanted was to come. He felt Dom take his hand off his hip, and the next thing he knew was a pair of fingers pressing behind his balls, stroking the sensitive skin there, while the hot mouth kept envelopig him over and over again.
The familiar burning in the pit of Matt’s stomach had started to develop into a wave of pleasure, and when one of the fingers travelled further back to circle his opening, that wave came washing over him and he cried out, bucking his hips uncontrollably into Dom’s tight, hot mouth.
The blond kept sucking rhythmically, letting Matt buck until the last wave of pleasure was gone and he fell limp on the mattress, still breathing quickly and shallowly.
Dom was used to being treated roughly - usually his customers grabbed his hair while fucking his mouth until tears were streaming down his face and he felt he couldn’t breathe - but Matt hadn’t been anything like that. For a moment he had thought Matt was going to grab his hair, but he hadn’t. He’d been gentle, merely massaging his scalp in the end.
Dom was grateful for that, and after Matt tugged gently at his hair to let him know he was done, he released Matt’s cock with a plop, and pressed a gentle kiss on the inside of his thigh. Matt didn’t react to that, he was still overwhelmed with the best blowjob he’d ever received.
“You alright, Matt?” Dom slowly sat up, reached his hand to Matt’s groin and removed the condom, apologising when the contact to his sensitive cock now lying limp on his upper thigh made him wince. Dom climbed over Matt’s leg to sit beside him and tossed the condom in the bin next to the bed.
The still panting brunet turned his head towards Dom, who was now sitting cross-legged on the bed beside his waist. Dom was smiling, seemingly proud of himself for making Matt writhe and moan under his touch like he’d done.
“Yeah. I’m alright...” Matt raised his hand and wiped the wet strands of hair off of his forehead, sweat still glistening on his face and on his collarbone. “That was quite something... fucking hell.” He laughed a high pitched, delirious laugh and turned to lie on his side, smiling widely at the man sitting next to him. “Thank you.”
Dom blushed - he had probably enjoyed the act more than he should have, and receiving thanks for it felt... well, it felt like he didn’t deserve it.
“It’s what I do. You - you don’t have to thank me, you’re paying for me to do it,” he added quietly.
Matt propped himself up on his elbows and shook his head.
“No, I really mean it. I can only imagine how horrible your job must be, having to suck strangers’ cocks, and god knows what else you have to put up with... thank you, honestly. You were wonderful.”
Dom matched Matt’s wide smile with his own and nodded. “Well, I must say that customers like you make it worth it sometimes.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“No! How could I hate you when you treat me like a king and even pay for it?”, Dom said laughing.
Matt snorted. “I hardly treat you like a king... believe me, you haven’t seen that side of me.” Yet, Matt wanted to add but didn’t.
“Fair enough.” Dom studied his nails for a moment, then cleared his throat. “What about that second part of our deal, then? You still want to do it?” Dom dropped his hands back onto his lap, brushing them deliberately against his own unattended cock still trapped under the fabric.
Yep, still hard.
“Sure. Can’t wait, actually... I think I just need a second to be ready to go again, if that’s alright” Dom nodded at Matt’s request, happy that the other man was willing to go through with their plan.
Matt relaxed on the bed, put one arm behind his neck, and let his other hand wander across his bare chest, seemingly deep in thought.
“Can I ask you something, Dom? It’s about your profession. Something I was wondering about earlier.”
Dom looked at him, surprised. “Sure, fire away.”
“I was just thinking... well, this is sort of an obvious question, but - why... why do you do this?”
“Believe me, not many customers have the guts or interest to ask that, so no, it’s not as obvious question as you’d think.” He played with the hem of his shirt for a while before he answered in a quiet voice. “I’m just really desperate for money, simple as that. I’m paying my study loan, and my real profession isn’t really making any profit yet.”
“What’s your profession, then?”
“I’m an artist, I graduated last year. So, I had to figure out a way to make as much money possible with as few working hours as possible, so that I’ll still have enough time to paint and draw. As you probably noticed, a prostitute’s hourly wage is quite good so I ended up doing this.” Matt noticed that there was something in Dom’s voice that was intriguing. Like he was trying to justify doing something he was a bit ashamed of.
There was still something that Matt wanted to ask. “Do you enjoy this?”
There was a moment of silence from Dom as he thought about something to say. “I’m not quite sure if that’s an appropriate question to answer to a customer, if I’m being honest. I hope you don’t mind?”
Matt shook his head but felt a pang of sympathy for the blond. “No, of course I don’t mind... I can guess the answer, anyway.”
“It’s not always so bad, though. Like now, for example.”
“Now?” Matt raised his eyebrows. This was something he’d wanted to hear.
“You’re such a nice guy. You’re charming and you don’t even seem to know it. I mean, who is nice to a hooker? Not many, I can tell you that much. Plus you’re clean and, um, pleasant in many ways. And not bad to look at either.” Dom could feel his cheeks reddening at all the confessions suddenly stumbling out of his mouth. “I actually also have a question for you: why are you doing this? Surely you could find someone to shag you for free?”
“Ha. That’s something I’ve thought a lot of. I guess I’m just stressed by all the work I’ve been doing lately, and wanted a bit of change. And I’m tired of the emotional rollercoaster that a relationship can create. I just - well, I just wanted a fuck, simple as that. Something to entertain me on a business trip. Something that won’t keep following me or calling after me later on.”
Dom felt a pang of something inside him at those last words. He tried to pinpoint what exactly it was. Disappointment? He shook the thought away as quickly as it had come in the first place.
“Understandable, I guess. Not that I know anything about the stresses of business world, though.”
The two men stayed silent for a moment, Dom thinking whether he could make a move already. He was positively itching to get to ravage the brunet, and the mere thought made his cock twitch, making his already tight jeans feel even tighter.
He placed his hand on Matt’s thigh, looking at him questioningly. After receiving a cheeky smile, he started trailing his hand upwards, taking his time to softly stroke the soft skin on Matt’s inner thigh, and continued until he was met with that already familiar thickness.
Dom wrapped his hand around the slowly stiffening cock and started to leisurely stroke it to full length, at the same time rubbing his other hand across the growing bulge in front of his own jeans. Matt noticed that, and fized his gaze on Dom’s groin, the look in his eyes growing hungrier by the second.
“Can I?” Matt asked and reached out to Dom’s crotch, stopping to wait for the blond’s answer before he made any contact. He knew there was a chance that Dom wouldn’t want him to touch him, but he was willing to take that chance.
“Why’d you want to do that?” Dom looked puzzled - he was supposed to be the one who did all the work, not Matt.
“I just want to.” After receiving a nod, accompanied with a frown, Matt proceeded to open the button and the zipper of Dom’s jeans. “I want you to enjoy this too, Dom.”
“But it’s not the point of this, Matt.” Matt didn’t hear his protest; he was now sitting in front of Dom, tugging his jeans down in record speed. Dom didn’t find it in himself to stop Matt, and made quick work of his own shirt, after that helping the lawyer in his mission to remove Dom’s boxers, the last remaining piece of clothing between them.
So much for slow, seductive stripping, Dom thought.
To Matt, Dom was gorgeous. His golden ruffled hair framing that handsome face; his slightly too big nose and luscious lips which gave him more character in Matt’s opinion; his huge grey eyes that were now filled with arousal; his thin but well defined body - not to mention the treasure between his legs - everything together made for quite an attractive package.
Matt couldn’t help but think about what he would do if he randomly bumped into Dom in some bar. Would he try to hit on him? Probably.
Matt knew Dom was only there to make some money for himself. He knew it, and he also knew that he was paying him quite generously, but still he couldn’t just lay still when the blond did all the work.
Hands sliding against naked skin, lips attaching to whatever skin they found, erections rubbing against each other to create that electrifying heat and friction, the two men were wrapped in each other and arousing each other beyond belief. Their hands felt hot against the already heated skin, lips and tongues leaving wet paths on their stomachs, chests, necks - but never on the mouth. Matt wanted to respect Dom’s wish of no kissing.
Matt was sitting practically on Dom’s lap, straddling his thighs and sucking on one of his perfect nipples, when he felt Dom’s hand travelling down his back, the moistness of the lube - when had he managed to apply it in the first place? - leaving a wet, cool trail on his lower back from where his fingers travelled lower and lower, until they reached their ultimate destination.
One finger was pushed past that tight ring of muscle, making Matt gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. Dom wiggled the finger around a bit before adding a second. After scissoring the fingers to strech Matt even more he curled them upwards, pulling them back a little and pressing them up at the same time.
Bingo.
The brunet arched his back at the incredible sensation and pressed his chin on Dom’s shoulder, spreading his legs wider to try and get the fingers deeper inside him. He needed that feeling of fulfilment, and he needed it now.
“Please, I’m ready,” he managed to gasp in the blond’s ear.
Before Matt had even finished his sentence, he’d pulled away making Dom’s fingers slip out of him, grabbed a condom off the bed and torn the wrapper open. He gave Dom’s hard length a few determined strokes before placing the condom on it.
“Go lie on your stomach.” Dom’s command was accompanied by gentle guidance from his hands, which were holding Matt’s hips. Matt did as he was told. A strong arm snaked around his stomach immediately, lifting his bum up, forcing him to brace himself on his elbows.
Matt wanted the other man so bad he was shaking when he finally felt Dom’s warm weight press on his back, an arm propped on the bed beside him, Dom’s other hand helping him push his length slowly into Matt’s tight, hot heat. Matt’s body stiffened at the initial pain, his muscles clenching in protest, but after a while he could relax his muscles around Dom, and he felt the blond begin to carefully rock his hips.
“Fuck! So fucking tight...feels so good, Matt, oh god...”
Dom wrapped his arm around the smaller man’s slim waist again, supporting him while his other arm was still propped on the bed. Matt started to respond to Dom’s thrusts by pushing his arse back at every thrust, and clenching his muscles every time Dom pulled himself back, making the blond moan in ecstasy.
They fell into a rhythm, felt completely synchronised, and only their pants and groans and occasional expletives echoed in the walls of the hotel room.
Dom lowered himself until he was practically sitting on his knees, and Matt immediately started bouncing on his lap, his legs on either side of Dom’s. Dom kept the firm hold around Matt’s waist, but his other hand was now free to start stroking the brunet’s hardness that hung heavy between his spread legs, slapping on his thigh everytime he lowered himself forcefully on Dom’s cock.
Matt leaned a bit forward, gripping the headboard for leverage. This new position made Dom’s cock hit Matt’s prostate with more precision than before, and the dark haired man cried out at every deep thrust while the blond’s fist pumped his thick hardness at the same time, both men desperate for a release now.
“I’m so fucking close, Dom... come with me, yeah?”
Dom only managed a grunt as a response, and he sped up his thrusts, leaning against Matt’s back and hugging him flush against his chest, Matt bouncing up and down with equal speed.
Then, suddenly, Dom was coming - a spine-tingling, shivering orgasm, so powerful that it almost hurt. Dom bit down on Matt’s shoulder to stop himself from screaming, and Matt continued to bounce on him, his internal muscles soon starting to clench from his own orgasm and drawing the last droplets of come from the blond.
The second Dom removed his arm from around Matt to pull out of him, the brunet slumped on the mattress, a delirious grin spread on his face.
“You... fuck. Wow.”
Dom laughed at Matt’s inability to form a coherent sentence and after discarding the used condom, lowered himself to lay down on the bed as well, needing to rest for a moment.
“Cat got your tongue, Matt?” Dom was panting as well, warm puffs of air hitting Matt’s shoulder.
“Ha.”
They both lay down on the mattress facing each other, naked and satisfied, heat still gathering between them like some sort of weird energy. There was something shifting between the two men, some unspoken and invicible boundary about to be broken. Neither wanted to admit it, both knowing it was wrong but at the same time not being able to stop thinking about how right it felt. Dom touched Matt’s chest with the tips of his fingers and marvelled at the feeling of light shivers beneath them.
“It was brilliant, though. Fucking proper.” The words were spoken softly by Matt, who was also tracing his own little patterns on Dom’s bare hip. “Thank you.”
Dom wanted to say once again that Matt didn’t have to thank him, but he didn’t have the strength to argue. Instead he just smiled, both of their breathing slowly becoming normal again.
Dom glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. It was later than he had thought. He got up from the bed, leaving Matt there on his own and started gathering his clothes that were scattered around the room.
“I have to go.”
Matt pouted, unable to hide his disappointment, and pulled the cover over himself. The tender moment was gone, and he was starting to wonder if he’d imagined it. “Already?”
“Yeah... I’m afraid the two hours are up.” He grimaced and jumped on one foot while trying to pull the red skinnies on as fast as possible. “And I, um... I still have somewhere to go tonight.”
“Oh. Right.” It hadn’t occurred to Matt earlier that Dom might have another customer lined up after him. A customer. He didn’t like the sound of that, and turned his head to look away, even though the blond probably had no idea of what he’d been thinking.
Dom had managed to pull his jeans back on and was now buttoning his shirt back up. “I had a really amazing time, you know. Not like with most of my customers. Really, really amazing. I should actually thank you.” He lifted his eyes from the buttons and smiled at Matt.
Matt huffed into his pillow. “S’nothing. Um, can you come back in two days? If you really want to thank me?”
“In two days?” Dom was searching for one of his socks, his face lighting up when he found it from under the bed.
“Yeah. I’d have you here tomorrow but I have a late dinner meeting... but it would be great if you could come the next day. We could, like, do it all again?” Matt bit his lip and tried not to blush.
Dom pulled the sock on and stuffed his feet in his old trainers. “Of course. At six, on Thursday? Would that be alright? I can come straight in here if you want, so you don’t have to pick me up.”
“Perfect. I can’t wait.” Matt smiled and watched Dom zip up his jacket. He looked around the room and noticed the notes still lying on the dressing table.
“Dom? Don’t forget your money, it’s on the table.”
For a short moment Dom contemplated leaving the money there, because he felt a bit guilty about enjoying those two hours a bit too much. He changed his mind, though, and grabbed the pile of notes before awkwardly muttering his thanks. He stuffed the notes in his pocket, said goodbye and left, leaving Matt on the bed, alone with his thoughts.