Fic: Billy's Smirk
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silentdescanttitle: Billy's Smirk
pairing: B/D
rating: R, or mild NC-17
warning: a bit of D/s, PWP
summary: Dom knows that smirk, and knows it well.
A/N: a bit of very unbeta’d porn for Raquel, just because. ♥ She knows what it's inspired by... *g*
(please do point out any glaring mistakes. I is tired. >.<)
Dom knows that smirk, and knows it well. It’s one of the many expressions Billy uses on him when they’re out in public, usually on the Red Carpet or in front of hundreds upon thousands of fans. It’s the smirk Billy gets when he’s planning something for Dom, but it’s entirely different from the more evil smirk he uses when he’s actually carrying out those plans.
But yes, Dom knows that smirk, and he takes a perverse sort of delight in trying to make it twist into barely-concealed anger, the kind that comes with flinty eyes and jaw-clenching. Because on the rare occasions Dom can get Billy truly annoyed, Billy throws out his plans and just takes Dom hard and fast and rough, the way Dom likes it.
That hardly ever happens, though, because Billy plans for Dom to be naughty, and he plans for the punishments that will follow. And when he’s being fully honest with himself, Dom admits that he loves it when Billy puts that much thought beforehand into their evenings.
But that doesn’t stop Dom from trying.
So when he sees that smirk aimed at him, Dom always has to take a breath to calm the sudden shiver down his spine and settle the butterflies that take up residence in the pit of his stomach. And then he grins, because he loves being naughty.
If they’re with other members of the cast, Dom will stick to Elijah like glue, tease him in front of the cameras, and make silly faces at him when his back is turned. Or he’ll pounce on Orlando and kiss him wetly on the cheek, or head-butt Viggo, or flirt with Ian or the fans.
And every time he does, he’ll look around for Billy, who just stares back at him and smirks even more evilly. More often than not, Dom will get himself so worked up that Billy consents to being lured into a coat closet or toilet stall to release some of the tension with a breathless kiss and a quick handjob. Then Billy disappears, lets Dom straighten himself up, and then waits for Dom to join him back out in the crowd, more patient and slightly better behaved.
Then when they’re alone, finally, at the end of the night, Dom drops to his knees, held there by Billy’s hands, pushing down on his shoulders. Dom’s own hands go to work on Billy’s trousers, or, if he’s lucky, they slip underneath Billy’s kilt. By that time, Billy’s been waiting all evening, and after Dom kisses and licks and sucks Billy’s cock gently a few times, Billy twists his fingers into Dom’s hair and pulls him up for a kiss that neither of them break as they make their way toward the nearest bed. Then Billy pushes Dom backwards onto it and strips off his shirt before divesting Dom of his clothes.
The method of Billy’s agonizingly slow, brilliantly delicious torture changes each time, but Dom invariably ends up spread-eagled on the mattress with Billy between his thighs and pushing slowly into him. When Billy’s thrusts begin to speed up, Dom’s skin flushes across his chest and shoulders and up to his ears; he knows because he’s seen it from the few times they’ve set up a camera.
Billy drives the breath right out of Dom’s lungs and after Dom comes to his shuddering, whimpering release, Billy turns Dom over onto his stomach, presses him down with a hand on Dom’s shoulder, and thrusts arrhythmicly to his own breathless orgasm.
As they lay intertwined in the darkness afterward, Billy always asks, “Was it worth it, Dom, being naughty?”
“Always worth it, Billy. I’m a glutton for your punishment,” Dom mumbles in reply, and kisses Billy’s neck just below his ear.
Then Billy rolls over and holds Dom tightly as they sleep.
pairing: B/D
rating: R, or mild NC-17
warning: a bit of D/s, PWP
summary: Dom knows that smirk, and knows it well.
A/N: a bit of very unbeta’d porn for Raquel, just because. ♥ She knows what it's inspired by... *g*
(please do point out any glaring mistakes. I is tired. >.<)
Dom knows that smirk, and knows it well. It’s one of the many expressions Billy uses on him when they’re out in public, usually on the Red Carpet or in front of hundreds upon thousands of fans. It’s the smirk Billy gets when he’s planning something for Dom, but it’s entirely different from the more evil smirk he uses when he’s actually carrying out those plans.
But yes, Dom knows that smirk, and he takes a perverse sort of delight in trying to make it twist into barely-concealed anger, the kind that comes with flinty eyes and jaw-clenching. Because on the rare occasions Dom can get Billy truly annoyed, Billy throws out his plans and just takes Dom hard and fast and rough, the way Dom likes it.
That hardly ever happens, though, because Billy plans for Dom to be naughty, and he plans for the punishments that will follow. And when he’s being fully honest with himself, Dom admits that he loves it when Billy puts that much thought beforehand into their evenings.
But that doesn’t stop Dom from trying.
So when he sees that smirk aimed at him, Dom always has to take a breath to calm the sudden shiver down his spine and settle the butterflies that take up residence in the pit of his stomach. And then he grins, because he loves being naughty.
If they’re with other members of the cast, Dom will stick to Elijah like glue, tease him in front of the cameras, and make silly faces at him when his back is turned. Or he’ll pounce on Orlando and kiss him wetly on the cheek, or head-butt Viggo, or flirt with Ian or the fans.
And every time he does, he’ll look around for Billy, who just stares back at him and smirks even more evilly. More often than not, Dom will get himself so worked up that Billy consents to being lured into a coat closet or toilet stall to release some of the tension with a breathless kiss and a quick handjob. Then Billy disappears, lets Dom straighten himself up, and then waits for Dom to join him back out in the crowd, more patient and slightly better behaved.
Then when they’re alone, finally, at the end of the night, Dom drops to his knees, held there by Billy’s hands, pushing down on his shoulders. Dom’s own hands go to work on Billy’s trousers, or, if he’s lucky, they slip underneath Billy’s kilt. By that time, Billy’s been waiting all evening, and after Dom kisses and licks and sucks Billy’s cock gently a few times, Billy twists his fingers into Dom’s hair and pulls him up for a kiss that neither of them break as they make their way toward the nearest bed. Then Billy pushes Dom backwards onto it and strips off his shirt before divesting Dom of his clothes.
The method of Billy’s agonizingly slow, brilliantly delicious torture changes each time, but Dom invariably ends up spread-eagled on the mattress with Billy between his thighs and pushing slowly into him. When Billy’s thrusts begin to speed up, Dom’s skin flushes across his chest and shoulders and up to his ears; he knows because he’s seen it from the few times they’ve set up a camera.
Billy drives the breath right out of Dom’s lungs and after Dom comes to his shuddering, whimpering release, Billy turns Dom over onto his stomach, presses him down with a hand on Dom’s shoulder, and thrusts arrhythmicly to his own breathless orgasm.
As they lay intertwined in the darkness afterward, Billy always asks, “Was it worth it, Dom, being naughty?”
“Always worth it, Billy. I’m a glutton for your punishment,” Dom mumbles in reply, and kisses Billy’s neck just below his ear.
Then Billy rolls over and holds Dom tightly as they sleep.