"Table Manners" (Dom/Billy, Hawaii, Autumn 2005)
Title: Table Manners
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As usual, this is all lies.
Summary: Dom and Billy do some catching up.
A/N: Occurs the day after Not Sorry at All. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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Finally, Dom has Billy to himself. It's not that he doesn't like having Rachel around; she's fun, and lovely to look at. And fuck, for that matter. But he really wants some Billy-time, and so while Rachel's out shopping Dom whips up lunch: a huge Thai chicken salad with noodles, and they chow it down with some cold beers and plenty of banter. Dom's in his element, and more than once he nearly spits beer across the table because he's laughing so hard.
"So, you and Rachel seem really good together," Dom says, when the plates are empty and they've moved from beer to iced tea.
"She's rather special," Billy answers consideringly, "I'm constantly discovering new things about her." He drinks iced tea -- brilliant invention when it's not too sweet -- and raises his glass to Dom. "To old loves and new," he says, noticing yet again how beautiful Dom's eyes are, how mobile his mouth.
"I'll drink to that," Dom says with a smile. He takes a swig of tea and puts his glass down, drawing his fingertip through the condensation on the side of it. His thoughts are jumbled, and he wants to give voice to them, in the hope that they might untangle a little. "It's hard though. You know, seeing you with a woman and realising there's stuff you need that, um. I can't give you.
Billy's stomach clenches a bit, knowing that he's hurt Dom. "It's not just any woman instead of you, Dom. It's one specific woman." And she didn't move away across oceans, but he'll not say that part. "I still want you, love you -- you have to know that."
Dom sighs and swirls the ice in his glass. "Just the way that... The other day, when you first arrived, and she was sucking me off and you fucked her, and god. The way you looked at me while you were fucking her." He knows that Billy has a hard time with these sorts of discussions, but sometimes Dom feels like there's so much going on inside that he's got to get some of it out or he'll burst something.
"How did I look? Good, I hope," he says, but Dom just makes a face back at him. Talks like this, about feelings and relationships, drive Billy mad. But Dom needs something, and if this is what he needs, Billy will try to provide. "I feel like I want to eat you fucking up," Billy says more seriously. "If you lived at home, if you weren't halfway across the world, I'd have you every day."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Dom grins, but he takes the sentiment and stores it away for later, careful inspection.
Even though Dom's joking about, there's more than a little need in his face, and Billy can feel himself responding, heat flaring in his groin. "Both, of course," he says, with cheerful innuendo.
"You don't scare me," Dom says, fishing an ice cube out of his glass and aiming it squarely at Billy. It's a perfect shot and goes straight down the front of Billy's shirt. Dom pumps his fist triumphantly.
Billy's out of his chair and holding Dom in an armlock before he even truly feels the ice against his navel. "Fucking naughty, Dom," he says, "always pushing the limits."
"You love it," Dom says, gritting his teeth and batting the air behind him with his free hand in a futile manner. He manages to grab Billy's shirt and tugs on it uselessly. "What you gonna do, spank me?"
"Only if you ask me very nicely," Billy says, grinning at Dom's wriggling, and capturing his other arm neatly. Rachel doesn't do this, she doesn't challenge him like this: only Dom knows how to push all his buttons, and Billy'd forgotten how exciting it is.
"Spank me," Dom says, a challenge in his voice, not Asking Nicely in the slightest.
"D'you know what the sadist said to the masochist?" Billy asks, pulling Dom's arm just a bit.
"Ow, no," Dom says through gritted teeth. "Bastard."
"You love it," Billy answers in the same Not Nice tone that Dom used before. "The masochist says, 'Hurt me," and the sadist says, 'No'."
"You trying to get me to beg?" Dom asks. Billy's leaning in close, breath hot on Dom's neck. Dom's feeling pretty aroused by this point, not that he's about to let on.
Billy's always had a bit of a neck fetish, and Dom's neck is particularly delightful to nuzzle. Dom can't hide his responses, not when Billy can feel him thrumming right through his skin. Billy answers the question that's been hanging in the air, "Yeah, I am trying. I love it when you beg, it's so fucking sexy." He's not sure he's ever actually told Dom that before, not in words.
"You'll have to try harder than that if you want to hear me beg, then," Dom says, a bit breathlessly, secretly delighted at Billy's admission.
For the moment, Billy's content to lean into Dom, hold him still and taste his skin, licking along Dom's neck and up to his ear. He traces his tongue around the edge of Dom's ear and savours the way Dom's breath hisses out into a groan. "If you want it any harder, you'll have to beg," he whispers.
Truth be told, Dom's almost ready to beg, but he's also stubborn and not about to give in so easily. "Fuck you," he whispers back.
Knowing what Dom wants, Billy takes a few moments to suck his earlobe, then slowly starts to pull up on Dom's arms, increasing the strain just a bit at a time.
Dom moans softly. He's mostly out of his chair now, and as Billy puts more pressure on his arms, it occurs to Dom that Billy might keep going until it really hurts. At the same time, it's an incredible turn-on. "Please," he murmurs, the words out of his mouth before he even realises it. "Punish me."
"God, yeah," Billy groans, glad that Dom didn't hold out any longer. He releases Dom's arms, swings round, pushes him down on the chair and straddles Dom's lap so he can kiss him silly.
Billy's kiss is aggressive, but it's not punishment in any way. He's taken Dom down a bit, and now Dom's ready to be spanked, ready to take whatever Billy gives him. He breaks off the kiss, pleading, "Please Bill, need it, fucking need it."
That catches Billy by the balls, the way Dom's voice breaks and his whole body arches up as he begs. "Yeah," Billy growls, breathing hard as he stands up. He catches Dom's t-shirt and bends him over the table, saying, "Trousers down."
Dom struggles to comply, fumbling with his fly and pushing his trousers down over his hips. He's half hard already, his cock trapped between his body and the tabletop. "Please, spank me."
"Hands above your head," Billy orders as he moves to stand next to Dom. He nods at Dom's obedience and says, "Good", as he brings his hand down on Dom's arse with a smack.
Reaching up and gripping the far edge of the table, Dom rests his face on his upper arms and whimpers softly as Billy's hand connects. It's odd how much he needs this; sex with Billy can be mind-blowing, but having his mind blown doesn't leave a mark. And Dom wants evidence after Billy's gone, evidence that Billy's been there, pressing, hitting, biting. Fucking. "More," Dom moans.
Watching Dom take it is incredible, it always has been, from the very start. "Goingta keep on till you're fucking glowing," Billy tells Dom, and spanks him hard, first on one arse-cheek and then the other.
"Oh yeah," Dom says. He's hard as a rock now, loving the sting, the anticipation before each smack.
Billy's hand is starting go tingly, but he'll not stop until Dom's had enough. "You you need more?" he asks Dom, "need my belt?"
A surge of adrenaline floods Dom's body. "Yeah, please, mark me," he mumbles.
One hand on Dom's arse, Billy undoes his belt and pulls it out of his trousers. He folds it over so it's not flopping about and says, "Here it comes, I want to hear you take it." He knows that Dom loves it, loves to be strapped like this, and that Dom won't say if it's too much but his voice will give it away.
"Fuck!" Dom cries as the belt wallops across his arse. He's sweating profusely and braces for the next blow.
"Talk to me, Dom," Billy says, "I need to hear you." He steps close enough to feel Dom's heat through his clothes, and runs his hand up and down Dom's back, soothing him before the next blow.
"God, Billy, yeah, more, need it, need you, please..." Dom babbles before the belt lands hard on him again and again. The pain of it mingles with the intense pleasure of his cock being squeezed between the table and his body, and it's messing with his head.
It's not as though Billy doesn't love this, the power he has to hurt and please Dom. "You take it so well," he says, "you look so good, bent over and stretched out for me, welts on your arse."
All of a sudden, Dom's need overwhelms him. "Please, Billy, fuck me!" he begs, unable to prevent tears from squeezing themselves out of his eyes.
A bit disconcerted by this sudden change of direction, Billy drops the belt and leans forward to hold Dom. "You all right there mate?"
This is unexpected, too. "Yeah, I'm good," Dom says with a sniff. "Honestly. Please, don't stop."
Billy says, "Wild horses couldn't make me," and bends to lick Dom's arse along the welts, loving the way Dom squirms between pulling away and pushing towards Billy.
It feels fantastic, Billy's soft tongue and the occasional brush of a stubbly chin or cheek over Dom's sore skin. Dom moans and tries to spread his legs, prevented from doing so by the trousers that are still around his ankles.
"Want to feel you," Billy says, and sheds his clothes as fast as he possibly can.
With difficulty, Dom yanks his feet out of the puddle of his trousers and turns his head to watch Billy undress. Arousal flares through Dom's body the moment he sees Billy's hard cock, and Dom groans. "Need you, Billy, need you in me."
Reaching down, Billy pulls a condom and lube from his pocket. He's learnt to keep them there whenever he's around Dom, and they've come in handy for Rachel's more exhibitionistic moments. And this moment, now, Dom's arse red and hot against Billy's thigh, is too good to delay for anything. "Goingta fuck you, Dom," he says, "so hard you'll see stars."
Billy's leg is pressed against Dom's arse, tantalising and teasing Dom. "Please," Dom whispers. He's all need and want, craving the feel of Billy pressing into him, claiming him.
His finger slick with lube, Billy pushes it into Dom's arse firmly, his other hand on Dom's hip to hold him still. He can feel Dom's groan through his body, and it's gorgeous. "Yeah, I want you," he says, pushing another finger in fast and hard, stretching Dom's arsehole, "just like this, open and yearning."
The stretch and burn in Dom's hole matches that in his skin, and he moans and whimpers at the feeling and at Billy's naked greed. "I want your cock, please, Bill," he gasps.
Dom's begging again, and it goes right to Billy's groin, flares hot there as he rolls on the condom. He wipes the lube on the outside and rubs his cock against Dom's arse as he says, "Goingta get it now." Pushing slowly into Dom, Billy moans with the pleasure of it.
As Billy's cock breaches his body, Dom can't help crying out. He wants more of the insistent press and stretch that means Billy is inside him, is part of him. "Fuck," he gasps as Billy pushes deeper. "Fuck."
"Yeah," Billy says, "so fucking good," as he starts a fast, almost brutal rhythm. "Missed this," he says, wishing he could always be fucking Dom into the table.
Dom's cock is no longer trapped, but Billy's rhythmic thrusts against Dom's prostate, together with the press of Billy's hips on the welts on Dom's arse are accelerating the pace of Dom's arousal. "Oh god, it's perfect," he moans. "Gonna come like this."
Billy fucking loves that, making Dom come without touching his cock, just like making Rachel come by sucking on her tits. It's remote control, or breaking the rules, or something, but he loves it. He stands on tiptoes to change the angle and then pulls Dom down, as he thrusts into Dom's arse as hard as he can. He growls at Dom, "Want to watch you come, wanta feel it."
"Oh god, it's perfect!" Dom gasps, every thrust sending a zing up his spine and making him see sparks. His fingers grip the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white. As his body tenses up, curving his spine and hunching his shoulders, his head lifts -- and he comes, shouting Billy's name over and over.
"Dom," Billy says, closing his eyes to feel it better, "God yeah." He leans close to gather Dom up in his arms, holding him as he shudders though orgasm.
Dom comes back to earth feeling Billy holding him, feeling sore but blissed-out. He takes a moment to gather the scattered pieces of his mind together and rests his cheek on his arm, unable to lift his head. "Love you, Bill," he murmurs.
Looking at Dom's dear familiar back, Billy smiles and says, "Love you too."
Dom could almost fall asleep if it weren't for the ache in his muscles and the insistent, stinging burn of his arse. He sighs happily. "You gonna come for me?"
"Yeah, if you shake your arse a bit," Billy answers, grinning now.
Laughing weakly, Dom clenches around Billy's cock and then hisses at the sting this produces. Billy starts pumping again, and Dom moans, gripping the edge of the table. "God, you're good."
"I am," Billy answers, laughing as well, more relaxed now that Dom is. "Next time, I'm goingta make you wait for me."
"Next time..." Dom murmurs, realising that in the couple of days since Billy's been here, they've not once fucked face-to-face, "...I want to watch you while you fuck me." He listens to the rhythmic slapping and panting sounds as Billy fucks him, gritting his teeth against the friction on his sore skin, and wishes he could get it up again soon so they could just go all afternoon.
"Should we...?" Billy asks, stilling. When Dom shakes his head no, Billy moves again. He's getting close to coming from the delicious pressure of Dom all round his cock, Dom's arse moving gently under him.
He can't see Billy, but he can at least hear him. If he'd vocalise a bit. "Wanna hear you Billy, please," Dom murmurs, resting the side of his head on his folded arms.
Billy's pumping so fast now that his brain has pretty well disengaged, but he tries. "All right, fuck, so good," he says, "God! So hot and tight, oh fuck...."
That's more like it. Dom clenches more, rocking back to meet Billy's thrusts despite the fact that it feels like someone's using a belt sander on his arse. Lifting his head, he cranes his neck to try and see Billy, and is rewarded with a glimpse of Billy's eyes-closed-mouth-open expression that means he's about to come.
"Oh God," Billy says as he comes, pushing as hard as he can into Dom, "fuck, Dom!" The pleasure of it overwhelms him, all he wants is it to go on forever, but it can't.
Dom's neck is aching from trying to see Billy's face, and finally he has to give up and drop his forehead on to his arms again. Billy's moaning, his hips jerking, and Dom's fingertips dig into his folded arms to stop himself from gasping as Billy's hips grind against his skin.
Finally, Billy collapses, draping himself across Dom's back, and panting. "Fuck, that was..." he can't think of the words for it. Only that sex with Dom is somehow more than sex with anyone else, except perhaps Rachel.
"Yeah, it was," Dom agrees. And then, because the pain in his arse is just getting too much, he shifts slightly and says, "Bill, can you... I'm really sore."
"Ach, I'm sorry," Billy says quickly, and holds the condom as he pulls out, then tosses it into the kitchen bin. "Do you need ice or aloe or something?"
"Yes. Both," Dom says, standing up and stretching. He twists and tries to see the state of his arse. "Have some nice bruises there, I hope," he says, and then looks up meets Billy's gaze with a grin.
Billy's chest tightens, as it does every time Dom does that, makes jokes about hurting. By now, he should be used to it. He busies himself wrapping some ice in a dishtowel and bringing it to Dom, leaning close for a kiss. "Aloe in the bathroom?" he asks.
Billy's a bit at sixes and sevens, Dom can tell. Dom rests his forehead against Billy's. "Hey," he says. "You okay?"
"More than," Billy answers, "fantastic."
"Good," Dom says, not entirely convinced. He takes the bundle of ice. "The aloe vera gel's in the second drawer thing in the bathroom." Dom kisses Billy again and watches him leave the room, admiring his naked behind, and then gingerly places the ice on his own arse. Things are going well -- really well -- and despite the fact that Billy's only been there a few days, Dom's already starting to dread the inevitable fact of him leaving.
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As usual, this is all lies.
Summary: Dom and Billy do some catching up.
A/N: Occurs the day after Not Sorry at All. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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Finally, Dom has Billy to himself. It's not that he doesn't like having Rachel around; she's fun, and lovely to look at. And fuck, for that matter. But he really wants some Billy-time, and so while Rachel's out shopping Dom whips up lunch: a huge Thai chicken salad with noodles, and they chow it down with some cold beers and plenty of banter. Dom's in his element, and more than once he nearly spits beer across the table because he's laughing so hard.
"So, you and Rachel seem really good together," Dom says, when the plates are empty and they've moved from beer to iced tea.
"She's rather special," Billy answers consideringly, "I'm constantly discovering new things about her." He drinks iced tea -- brilliant invention when it's not too sweet -- and raises his glass to Dom. "To old loves and new," he says, noticing yet again how beautiful Dom's eyes are, how mobile his mouth.
"I'll drink to that," Dom says with a smile. He takes a swig of tea and puts his glass down, drawing his fingertip through the condensation on the side of it. His thoughts are jumbled, and he wants to give voice to them, in the hope that they might untangle a little. "It's hard though. You know, seeing you with a woman and realising there's stuff you need that, um. I can't give you.
Billy's stomach clenches a bit, knowing that he's hurt Dom. "It's not just any woman instead of you, Dom. It's one specific woman." And she didn't move away across oceans, but he'll not say that part. "I still want you, love you -- you have to know that."
Dom sighs and swirls the ice in his glass. "Just the way that... The other day, when you first arrived, and she was sucking me off and you fucked her, and god. The way you looked at me while you were fucking her." He knows that Billy has a hard time with these sorts of discussions, but sometimes Dom feels like there's so much going on inside that he's got to get some of it out or he'll burst something.
"How did I look? Good, I hope," he says, but Dom just makes a face back at him. Talks like this, about feelings and relationships, drive Billy mad. But Dom needs something, and if this is what he needs, Billy will try to provide. "I feel like I want to eat you fucking up," Billy says more seriously. "If you lived at home, if you weren't halfway across the world, I'd have you every day."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Dom grins, but he takes the sentiment and stores it away for later, careful inspection.
Even though Dom's joking about, there's more than a little need in his face, and Billy can feel himself responding, heat flaring in his groin. "Both, of course," he says, with cheerful innuendo.
"You don't scare me," Dom says, fishing an ice cube out of his glass and aiming it squarely at Billy. It's a perfect shot and goes straight down the front of Billy's shirt. Dom pumps his fist triumphantly.
Billy's out of his chair and holding Dom in an armlock before he even truly feels the ice against his navel. "Fucking naughty, Dom," he says, "always pushing the limits."
"You love it," Dom says, gritting his teeth and batting the air behind him with his free hand in a futile manner. He manages to grab Billy's shirt and tugs on it uselessly. "What you gonna do, spank me?"
"Only if you ask me very nicely," Billy says, grinning at Dom's wriggling, and capturing his other arm neatly. Rachel doesn't do this, she doesn't challenge him like this: only Dom knows how to push all his buttons, and Billy'd forgotten how exciting it is.
"Spank me," Dom says, a challenge in his voice, not Asking Nicely in the slightest.
"D'you know what the sadist said to the masochist?" Billy asks, pulling Dom's arm just a bit.
"Ow, no," Dom says through gritted teeth. "Bastard."
"You love it," Billy answers in the same Not Nice tone that Dom used before. "The masochist says, 'Hurt me," and the sadist says, 'No'."
"You trying to get me to beg?" Dom asks. Billy's leaning in close, breath hot on Dom's neck. Dom's feeling pretty aroused by this point, not that he's about to let on.
Billy's always had a bit of a neck fetish, and Dom's neck is particularly delightful to nuzzle. Dom can't hide his responses, not when Billy can feel him thrumming right through his skin. Billy answers the question that's been hanging in the air, "Yeah, I am trying. I love it when you beg, it's so fucking sexy." He's not sure he's ever actually told Dom that before, not in words.
"You'll have to try harder than that if you want to hear me beg, then," Dom says, a bit breathlessly, secretly delighted at Billy's admission.
For the moment, Billy's content to lean into Dom, hold him still and taste his skin, licking along Dom's neck and up to his ear. He traces his tongue around the edge of Dom's ear and savours the way Dom's breath hisses out into a groan. "If you want it any harder, you'll have to beg," he whispers.
Truth be told, Dom's almost ready to beg, but he's also stubborn and not about to give in so easily. "Fuck you," he whispers back.
Knowing what Dom wants, Billy takes a few moments to suck his earlobe, then slowly starts to pull up on Dom's arms, increasing the strain just a bit at a time.
Dom moans softly. He's mostly out of his chair now, and as Billy puts more pressure on his arms, it occurs to Dom that Billy might keep going until it really hurts. At the same time, it's an incredible turn-on. "Please," he murmurs, the words out of his mouth before he even realises it. "Punish me."
"God, yeah," Billy groans, glad that Dom didn't hold out any longer. He releases Dom's arms, swings round, pushes him down on the chair and straddles Dom's lap so he can kiss him silly.
Billy's kiss is aggressive, but it's not punishment in any way. He's taken Dom down a bit, and now Dom's ready to be spanked, ready to take whatever Billy gives him. He breaks off the kiss, pleading, "Please Bill, need it, fucking need it."
That catches Billy by the balls, the way Dom's voice breaks and his whole body arches up as he begs. "Yeah," Billy growls, breathing hard as he stands up. He catches Dom's t-shirt and bends him over the table, saying, "Trousers down."
Dom struggles to comply, fumbling with his fly and pushing his trousers down over his hips. He's half hard already, his cock trapped between his body and the tabletop. "Please, spank me."
"Hands above your head," Billy orders as he moves to stand next to Dom. He nods at Dom's obedience and says, "Good", as he brings his hand down on Dom's arse with a smack.
Reaching up and gripping the far edge of the table, Dom rests his face on his upper arms and whimpers softly as Billy's hand connects. It's odd how much he needs this; sex with Billy can be mind-blowing, but having his mind blown doesn't leave a mark. And Dom wants evidence after Billy's gone, evidence that Billy's been there, pressing, hitting, biting. Fucking. "More," Dom moans.
Watching Dom take it is incredible, it always has been, from the very start. "Goingta keep on till you're fucking glowing," Billy tells Dom, and spanks him hard, first on one arse-cheek and then the other.
"Oh yeah," Dom says. He's hard as a rock now, loving the sting, the anticipation before each smack.
Billy's hand is starting go tingly, but he'll not stop until Dom's had enough. "You you need more?" he asks Dom, "need my belt?"
A surge of adrenaline floods Dom's body. "Yeah, please, mark me," he mumbles.
One hand on Dom's arse, Billy undoes his belt and pulls it out of his trousers. He folds it over so it's not flopping about and says, "Here it comes, I want to hear you take it." He knows that Dom loves it, loves to be strapped like this, and that Dom won't say if it's too much but his voice will give it away.
"Fuck!" Dom cries as the belt wallops across his arse. He's sweating profusely and braces for the next blow.
"Talk to me, Dom," Billy says, "I need to hear you." He steps close enough to feel Dom's heat through his clothes, and runs his hand up and down Dom's back, soothing him before the next blow.
"God, Billy, yeah, more, need it, need you, please..." Dom babbles before the belt lands hard on him again and again. The pain of it mingles with the intense pleasure of his cock being squeezed between the table and his body, and it's messing with his head.
It's not as though Billy doesn't love this, the power he has to hurt and please Dom. "You take it so well," he says, "you look so good, bent over and stretched out for me, welts on your arse."
All of a sudden, Dom's need overwhelms him. "Please, Billy, fuck me!" he begs, unable to prevent tears from squeezing themselves out of his eyes.
A bit disconcerted by this sudden change of direction, Billy drops the belt and leans forward to hold Dom. "You all right there mate?"
This is unexpected, too. "Yeah, I'm good," Dom says with a sniff. "Honestly. Please, don't stop."
Billy says, "Wild horses couldn't make me," and bends to lick Dom's arse along the welts, loving the way Dom squirms between pulling away and pushing towards Billy.
It feels fantastic, Billy's soft tongue and the occasional brush of a stubbly chin or cheek over Dom's sore skin. Dom moans and tries to spread his legs, prevented from doing so by the trousers that are still around his ankles.
"Want to feel you," Billy says, and sheds his clothes as fast as he possibly can.
With difficulty, Dom yanks his feet out of the puddle of his trousers and turns his head to watch Billy undress. Arousal flares through Dom's body the moment he sees Billy's hard cock, and Dom groans. "Need you, Billy, need you in me."
Reaching down, Billy pulls a condom and lube from his pocket. He's learnt to keep them there whenever he's around Dom, and they've come in handy for Rachel's more exhibitionistic moments. And this moment, now, Dom's arse red and hot against Billy's thigh, is too good to delay for anything. "Goingta fuck you, Dom," he says, "so hard you'll see stars."
Billy's leg is pressed against Dom's arse, tantalising and teasing Dom. "Please," Dom whispers. He's all need and want, craving the feel of Billy pressing into him, claiming him.
His finger slick with lube, Billy pushes it into Dom's arse firmly, his other hand on Dom's hip to hold him still. He can feel Dom's groan through his body, and it's gorgeous. "Yeah, I want you," he says, pushing another finger in fast and hard, stretching Dom's arsehole, "just like this, open and yearning."
The stretch and burn in Dom's hole matches that in his skin, and he moans and whimpers at the feeling and at Billy's naked greed. "I want your cock, please, Bill," he gasps.
Dom's begging again, and it goes right to Billy's groin, flares hot there as he rolls on the condom. He wipes the lube on the outside and rubs his cock against Dom's arse as he says, "Goingta get it now." Pushing slowly into Dom, Billy moans with the pleasure of it.
As Billy's cock breaches his body, Dom can't help crying out. He wants more of the insistent press and stretch that means Billy is inside him, is part of him. "Fuck," he gasps as Billy pushes deeper. "Fuck."
"Yeah," Billy says, "so fucking good," as he starts a fast, almost brutal rhythm. "Missed this," he says, wishing he could always be fucking Dom into the table.
Dom's cock is no longer trapped, but Billy's rhythmic thrusts against Dom's prostate, together with the press of Billy's hips on the welts on Dom's arse are accelerating the pace of Dom's arousal. "Oh god, it's perfect," he moans. "Gonna come like this."
Billy fucking loves that, making Dom come without touching his cock, just like making Rachel come by sucking on her tits. It's remote control, or breaking the rules, or something, but he loves it. He stands on tiptoes to change the angle and then pulls Dom down, as he thrusts into Dom's arse as hard as he can. He growls at Dom, "Want to watch you come, wanta feel it."
"Oh god, it's perfect!" Dom gasps, every thrust sending a zing up his spine and making him see sparks. His fingers grip the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white. As his body tenses up, curving his spine and hunching his shoulders, his head lifts -- and he comes, shouting Billy's name over and over.
"Dom," Billy says, closing his eyes to feel it better, "God yeah." He leans close to gather Dom up in his arms, holding him as he shudders though orgasm.
Dom comes back to earth feeling Billy holding him, feeling sore but blissed-out. He takes a moment to gather the scattered pieces of his mind together and rests his cheek on his arm, unable to lift his head. "Love you, Bill," he murmurs.
Looking at Dom's dear familiar back, Billy smiles and says, "Love you too."
Dom could almost fall asleep if it weren't for the ache in his muscles and the insistent, stinging burn of his arse. He sighs happily. "You gonna come for me?"
"Yeah, if you shake your arse a bit," Billy answers, grinning now.
Laughing weakly, Dom clenches around Billy's cock and then hisses at the sting this produces. Billy starts pumping again, and Dom moans, gripping the edge of the table. "God, you're good."
"I am," Billy answers, laughing as well, more relaxed now that Dom is. "Next time, I'm goingta make you wait for me."
"Next time..." Dom murmurs, realising that in the couple of days since Billy's been here, they've not once fucked face-to-face, "...I want to watch you while you fuck me." He listens to the rhythmic slapping and panting sounds as Billy fucks him, gritting his teeth against the friction on his sore skin, and wishes he could get it up again soon so they could just go all afternoon.
"Should we...?" Billy asks, stilling. When Dom shakes his head no, Billy moves again. He's getting close to coming from the delicious pressure of Dom all round his cock, Dom's arse moving gently under him.
He can't see Billy, but he can at least hear him. If he'd vocalise a bit. "Wanna hear you Billy, please," Dom murmurs, resting the side of his head on his folded arms.
Billy's pumping so fast now that his brain has pretty well disengaged, but he tries. "All right, fuck, so good," he says, "God! So hot and tight, oh fuck...."
That's more like it. Dom clenches more, rocking back to meet Billy's thrusts despite the fact that it feels like someone's using a belt sander on his arse. Lifting his head, he cranes his neck to try and see Billy, and is rewarded with a glimpse of Billy's eyes-closed-mouth-open expression that means he's about to come.
"Oh God," Billy says as he comes, pushing as hard as he can into Dom, "fuck, Dom!" The pleasure of it overwhelms him, all he wants is it to go on forever, but it can't.
Dom's neck is aching from trying to see Billy's face, and finally he has to give up and drop his forehead on to his arms again. Billy's moaning, his hips jerking, and Dom's fingertips dig into his folded arms to stop himself from gasping as Billy's hips grind against his skin.
Finally, Billy collapses, draping himself across Dom's back, and panting. "Fuck, that was..." he can't think of the words for it. Only that sex with Dom is somehow more than sex with anyone else, except perhaps Rachel.
"Yeah, it was," Dom agrees. And then, because the pain in his arse is just getting too much, he shifts slightly and says, "Bill, can you... I'm really sore."
"Ach, I'm sorry," Billy says quickly, and holds the condom as he pulls out, then tosses it into the kitchen bin. "Do you need ice or aloe or something?"
"Yes. Both," Dom says, standing up and stretching. He twists and tries to see the state of his arse. "Have some nice bruises there, I hope," he says, and then looks up meets Billy's gaze with a grin.
Billy's chest tightens, as it does every time Dom does that, makes jokes about hurting. By now, he should be used to it. He busies himself wrapping some ice in a dishtowel and bringing it to Dom, leaning close for a kiss. "Aloe in the bathroom?" he asks.
Billy's a bit at sixes and sevens, Dom can tell. Dom rests his forehead against Billy's. "Hey," he says. "You okay?"
"More than," Billy answers, "fantastic."
"Good," Dom says, not entirely convinced. He takes the bundle of ice. "The aloe vera gel's in the second drawer thing in the bathroom." Dom kisses Billy again and watches him leave the room, admiring his naked behind, and then gingerly places the ice on his own arse. Things are going well -- really well -- and despite the fact that Billy's only been there a few days, Dom's already starting to dread the inevitable fact of him leaving.