Fic: untitled monaboyd drabble
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silentdescantuntitled
R - not quite NC-17
w/c: 211
a/n: wrote this in a chat with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bloodrayveness.
warnings: D/s, a bit unfinished
The leather cuffs rub Dominic's wrists red and raw as he struggles against them. Billy scratches his fingernails down Dom's arms, leaving faint white lines that fade to red after a moment. Dom squirms, trying both to jerk away from Billy's touch and get closer at the same time.
When Billy's fingers turn from gentle to insistent in their scratches, Dominic can't hold back a wimper. Billy immediately covers Dom's mouth with his own, drinking in the sounds. Billy's still-moving fingers trace the lines of Dom's biceps, skipping gently down to his elbow, then dragging back up to his shoulder. Dominic melts under Billy's mouth, open and pliant. Billy does not lessen the intensity of his violent kiss; he pushes his body harder against Dom's, pinning him fully to the mattress.
Dom doesn't try to resist, instead preferring to let Billy use him however he likes. Dom's mind is blank; the thick fog of pleasure/pain has obscured all coherent thought. Billy's hands knead Dom's shoulders, which are already sore from the cuffs stretching his arms to the headboard. The strong, powerful ministrations make Dom's muscles feel like jelly, and he gasps into Billy's mouth. Billy moans softly in response, then turns his attention back to consuming Dominic's soul through his mouth.
R - not quite NC-17
w/c: 211
a/n: wrote this in a chat with
bloodrayveness.warnings: D/s, a bit unfinished
The leather cuffs rub Dominic's wrists red and raw as he struggles against them. Billy scratches his fingernails down Dom's arms, leaving faint white lines that fade to red after a moment. Dom squirms, trying both to jerk away from Billy's touch and get closer at the same time.
When Billy's fingers turn from gentle to insistent in their scratches, Dominic can't hold back a wimper. Billy immediately covers Dom's mouth with his own, drinking in the sounds. Billy's still-moving fingers trace the lines of Dom's biceps, skipping gently down to his elbow, then dragging back up to his shoulder. Dominic melts under Billy's mouth, open and pliant. Billy does not lessen the intensity of his violent kiss; he pushes his body harder against Dom's, pinning him fully to the mattress.
Dom doesn't try to resist, instead preferring to let Billy use him however he likes. Dom's mind is blank; the thick fog of pleasure/pain has obscured all coherent thought. Billy's hands knead Dom's shoulders, which are already sore from the cuffs stretching his arms to the headboard. The strong, powerful ministrations make Dom's muscles feel like jelly, and he gasps into Billy's mouth. Billy moans softly in response, then turns his attention back to consuming Dominic's soul through his mouth.