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silentdescant) wrote2006-08-29 09:46 am
silentdescant) wrote2006-08-29 09:46 am
Entry tags:
Fic: Birthday
Title: Birthday
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,140
Summary: It’s almost Billy’s birthday. They celebrate.
Warnings: Slash. Sex. Mild D/s. Unbetad and probably full of mistakes.
Disclaimer: Fiction = untrue things. Fanfiction = untrue things written by fans.
A/N: I actually wrote this on my birthday, Aug 1st, but I was too nervous to post it because this is my first real attempt at an NC-17 fic. But I'll post it now, in honor of Billy's birthday. Which was yesterday. I know I'm a day late. I can't believe I'm posting this.
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,140
Summary: It’s almost Billy’s birthday. They celebrate.
Warnings: Slash. Sex. Mild D/s. Unbetad and probably full of mistakes.
Disclaimer: Fiction = untrue things. Fanfiction = untrue things written by fans.
A/N: I actually wrote this on my birthday, Aug 1st, but I was too nervous to post it because this is my first real attempt at an NC-17 fic. But I'll post it now, in honor of Billy's birthday. Which was yesterday. I know I'm a day late. I can't believe I'm posting this.
Three minutes after Billy turned out the light in his bedroom, the door squeaked open and Dom stood, backlit, leaning casually against the doorway.
“Shut the door,” Billy said, his voice a near-whisper. Dom stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Once the darkness settled, he leaped onto the bed, narrowly missing Billy’s legs and landing on Billy’s left foot. Billy grunted, cursed, and shifted away from Dom, who was lazily drawing patterns with his fingertips on Billy’s calf.
“Sorry, Bill. I just had to be the first person to say ‘Happy Birthday,’ being your very best mate and all,” Dom said conversationally, not sounding at all sorry. He pushed the glow button on his digital watch. “Eight minutes, then I’ll say happy birthday and let you go to sleep.”
“Its only 11:52.”
“Yes…?”
“You can’t wish me a happy birthday until 1:42. That’s when I was born,” Billy added at Dom’s blank stare.
“Right, that makes sense. Except, lets not do that on my birthday because I was born somewhere around 8:30pm and I don’t want to wait the entire day for my presents.” Billy laughed and ruffled Dom’s hair as if he were a young lad. “What can I possibly do for two hours to keep myself amused?” Dom pretended to wonder aloud. “I suppose I could play scrabble or solitaire on my phone,” he decided, pulling his mobile out of his pocket and flipping it open.
“Some best mate you are.”
“I’m fulfilling my duties by merely wishing you a happy birthday before everyone else.”
Billy snatched the phone (it was off) and tossed it onto the nightstand. “Think of something else.”
Dom checked his watch again. 12:18. “Eighty-four minutes, Bills. I wonder what I can do in eighty-four minutes.” Billy stretched his arms out over his head, his fingers grazing the headboard. Dom caught his wrists and pushed Billy down onto the pillow. “I could…” he trailed off, licking his lips.
“What, Dom? Tell me.”
“Since tomorrow—today—is your birthday, you’ll get to do whatever you like, so I think I’ll use this time to my advantage. I could tie you up—"
“You could tie me up, arms stretched overhead like this. You could do it with the scarf you threw over that chair earlier. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, Dom? Me, spread out naked beneath you. Me struggling, helpless, wanting—needing—and not getting. You’d smirk at me, Dom, you’d tell me with your eyes that you’d refuse. Those beautiful fucking eyes, Dommie.”
Dom readjusted his grip on Billy’s wrists; his palms were sweating. He licked his suddenly dry lips again and tried to keep a lid on any and all unnecessary noises.
“I’d be tied up, Dom, tied like this and begging—fucking begging—you for release but you’d refuse, wouldn’t you, Dom? You’d not touch me, you’d touch yourself instead, just out of reach, leaving me wanting. I’d beg and plead and fucking whine but it wouldn’t crack the impenetrable wall of your control, would it? You’d be unmoved, unrelenting, God, fucking stoic in front of me, wanking right in front of me, not letting me touch, taste—" Dom groaned loudly, “—but…” Billy stopped short. His legs tightened around Dom’s waist. “I’d be so open and ready and needing you that you couldn’t resist. You can’t take it, Dommie, you can’t even resist the mere… thought… of it, can you?”
The room was silent except for Dom’s strained breaths. Billy’s voice, although a whisper, was heard clearly. Billy licked Dom’s ear. “You can’t resist, you can't… control…”
“God, Billy, please…”
“You won’t come until I say so; you won’t fucking move until I say so, will you?” Dom shook his head. “You’re ready for it, aren’t you, my Dommie? You want it so bad it fucking aches, doesn’t it?” Dom nodded.
“Yes, Bill, need it, please, fucking need it, please…”
“Don’t move your hands, Dom,” Billy ordered, and felt Dom reaffirm his grip on Billy’s wrists. “You’re so wound up, Dommie, my Dom, you’re so fucking ready,” Billy cooed in Dom’s ear softly. “Every muscle straining, every tendon stretched, every line of your body is fucking tight and pushed to it’s limit, but you’ll go farther, won’t you, my Dommie? You always go that little bit farther.” Billy bucked his hips un into Dom’s and Dom nearly sobbed with the welcome pressure.
“Oh, God, Billy, Bills, please, now, please, need it, can’t wait, Billy, love you, want you, now, please, fucking now, Billy…”
“I want you to come, Dom, I want you to do it now, without moving your fucking hands, without taking off your bloody trousers, Dom I want you to do it now,” Billy arched up so he was flush against Dom from head to toe and kissed him urgently, his tongue pushing into Dom’s unresisting mouth. “Do it, my Dommie, my beautiful Dom, do it now, let it go…” Billy murmured against Dom’s lips.
Dom let out a cry interspersed with obscenities, variations of Billy’s name, and declarations of love before finally collapsing on top of Billy, his fingers loose around Billy’s wrists. Billy gently pushed him off and crawled down the bed, carefully pulling down Dom’s jeans and planting wet kisses across Dom’s torso and legs. Once off the bed, he shed his own clothing and climbed back onto the bed.
“I think you’ve killed me,” Dom muttered into the pillow.
“Ach, my poor wee Dommie. Were you suitably entertained then?” Billy asked softly, laying a kiss on Dom’s shoulder blade, on top of his t-shirt. Dom rolled over suddenly to face Billy. Billy put a finger to the younger man’s lips, stifling the eminent protests. “Don’t worry about it, Dom. You said, ‘how will I keep myself entertained.’ That was entertaining enough for me.”
“S’not what I meant, Bills.” He yawned. “Tired now.”
“I’ll bet you are.” Billy got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned a few minutes later to find Dom dozing but not really asleep. He quietly crawled into bed beside his lover. Dom immediately pulled him close and kissed the closest patch of skin he could reach with his eyes closed—it happened to be Billy’s collarbone. Billy chuckled.
“Love you, my Dommie.”
“Love you, my Bills,” Dom murmured back sleepily.
They lay in the dark silence for a few minutes until Dom leaned over and glanced at Billy’s glowing alarm clock. “Happy birthday, Billy!” he said loudly, injecting enthusiasm into his sleepy voice.
“You really are my very best mate,” Billy sighed, smiling. “Go to sleep. I’ll be expecting my present when we wake up.”
“Well, now you’ve got my trousers off it’s ready and waiting,” Dom shot back quickly, cheeky even in his half-asleep state.
Billy laughed again. “I can hardly wait.”
“Shut the door,” Billy said, his voice a near-whisper. Dom stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Once the darkness settled, he leaped onto the bed, narrowly missing Billy’s legs and landing on Billy’s left foot. Billy grunted, cursed, and shifted away from Dom, who was lazily drawing patterns with his fingertips on Billy’s calf.
“Sorry, Bill. I just had to be the first person to say ‘Happy Birthday,’ being your very best mate and all,” Dom said conversationally, not sounding at all sorry. He pushed the glow button on his digital watch. “Eight minutes, then I’ll say happy birthday and let you go to sleep.”
“Its only 11:52.”
“Yes…?”
“You can’t wish me a happy birthday until 1:42. That’s when I was born,” Billy added at Dom’s blank stare.
“Right, that makes sense. Except, lets not do that on my birthday because I was born somewhere around 8:30pm and I don’t want to wait the entire day for my presents.” Billy laughed and ruffled Dom’s hair as if he were a young lad. “What can I possibly do for two hours to keep myself amused?” Dom pretended to wonder aloud. “I suppose I could play scrabble or solitaire on my phone,” he decided, pulling his mobile out of his pocket and flipping it open.
“Some best mate you are.”
“I’m fulfilling my duties by merely wishing you a happy birthday before everyone else.”
Billy snatched the phone (it was off) and tossed it onto the nightstand. “Think of something else.”
Dom checked his watch again. 12:18. “Eighty-four minutes, Bills. I wonder what I can do in eighty-four minutes.” Billy stretched his arms out over his head, his fingers grazing the headboard. Dom caught his wrists and pushed Billy down onto the pillow. “I could…” he trailed off, licking his lips.
“What, Dom? Tell me.”
“Since tomorrow—today—is your birthday, you’ll get to do whatever you like, so I think I’ll use this time to my advantage. I could tie you up—"
“You could tie me up, arms stretched overhead like this. You could do it with the scarf you threw over that chair earlier. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, Dom? Me, spread out naked beneath you. Me struggling, helpless, wanting—needing—and not getting. You’d smirk at me, Dom, you’d tell me with your eyes that you’d refuse. Those beautiful fucking eyes, Dommie.”
Dom readjusted his grip on Billy’s wrists; his palms were sweating. He licked his suddenly dry lips again and tried to keep a lid on any and all unnecessary noises.
“I’d be tied up, Dom, tied like this and begging—fucking begging—you for release but you’d refuse, wouldn’t you, Dom? You’d not touch me, you’d touch yourself instead, just out of reach, leaving me wanting. I’d beg and plead and fucking whine but it wouldn’t crack the impenetrable wall of your control, would it? You’d be unmoved, unrelenting, God, fucking stoic in front of me, wanking right in front of me, not letting me touch, taste—" Dom groaned loudly, “—but…” Billy stopped short. His legs tightened around Dom’s waist. “I’d be so open and ready and needing you that you couldn’t resist. You can’t take it, Dommie, you can’t even resist the mere… thought… of it, can you?”
The room was silent except for Dom’s strained breaths. Billy’s voice, although a whisper, was heard clearly. Billy licked Dom’s ear. “You can’t resist, you can't… control…”
“God, Billy, please…”
“You won’t come until I say so; you won’t fucking move until I say so, will you?” Dom shook his head. “You’re ready for it, aren’t you, my Dommie? You want it so bad it fucking aches, doesn’t it?” Dom nodded.
“Yes, Bill, need it, please, fucking need it, please…”
“Don’t move your hands, Dom,” Billy ordered, and felt Dom reaffirm his grip on Billy’s wrists. “You’re so wound up, Dommie, my Dom, you’re so fucking ready,” Billy cooed in Dom’s ear softly. “Every muscle straining, every tendon stretched, every line of your body is fucking tight and pushed to it’s limit, but you’ll go farther, won’t you, my Dommie? You always go that little bit farther.” Billy bucked his hips un into Dom’s and Dom nearly sobbed with the welcome pressure.
“Oh, God, Billy, Bills, please, now, please, need it, can’t wait, Billy, love you, want you, now, please, fucking now, Billy…”
“I want you to come, Dom, I want you to do it now, without moving your fucking hands, without taking off your bloody trousers, Dom I want you to do it now,” Billy arched up so he was flush against Dom from head to toe and kissed him urgently, his tongue pushing into Dom’s unresisting mouth. “Do it, my Dommie, my beautiful Dom, do it now, let it go…” Billy murmured against Dom’s lips.
Dom let out a cry interspersed with obscenities, variations of Billy’s name, and declarations of love before finally collapsing on top of Billy, his fingers loose around Billy’s wrists. Billy gently pushed him off and crawled down the bed, carefully pulling down Dom’s jeans and planting wet kisses across Dom’s torso and legs. Once off the bed, he shed his own clothing and climbed back onto the bed.
“I think you’ve killed me,” Dom muttered into the pillow.
“Ach, my poor wee Dommie. Were you suitably entertained then?” Billy asked softly, laying a kiss on Dom’s shoulder blade, on top of his t-shirt. Dom rolled over suddenly to face Billy. Billy put a finger to the younger man’s lips, stifling the eminent protests. “Don’t worry about it, Dom. You said, ‘how will I keep myself entertained.’ That was entertaining enough for me.”
“S’not what I meant, Bills.” He yawned. “Tired now.”
“I’ll bet you are.” Billy got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned a few minutes later to find Dom dozing but not really asleep. He quietly crawled into bed beside his lover. Dom immediately pulled him close and kissed the closest patch of skin he could reach with his eyes closed—it happened to be Billy’s collarbone. Billy chuckled.
“Love you, my Dommie.”
“Love you, my Bills,” Dom murmured back sleepily.
They lay in the dark silence for a few minutes until Dom leaned over and glanced at Billy’s glowing alarm clock. “Happy birthday, Billy!” he said loudly, injecting enthusiasm into his sleepy voice.
“You really are my very best mate,” Billy sighed, smiling. “Go to sleep. I’ll be expecting my present when we wake up.”
“Well, now you’ve got my trousers off it’s ready and waiting,” Dom shot back quickly, cheeky even in his half-asleep state.
Billy laughed again. “I can hardly wait.”