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sandelwood
Nov. 28th, 2008 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eff_realityTitle: Tradition
Rating: PG-13, I suppose
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Note: Forsandelwood, who requested: "Christmas morning pressies. Monaboyd, of course."
Feedback: is my anti-drug. Help keep me off the pipe.
Dom's eyes go wide and blue when he makes that first tear into the snowflaked paper. "Bill."
"I did good, didn't I?" Billy smiles over his tea.
"I can't believe you did this." Dom is breathless, his hands reverent as they lift and peel to reveal the gift in full. "I mentioned it once, like, months ago, and you remembered." The paper falls to the carpet at his feet, mostly intact. He presses three fingers to his mouth and lets his eyes move over the wonderful little object in his lap.
Billy nods to himself, sitting up straight again. "I did good." He places his finished cup on the small table beside him and returns his attention to Dom, who has completely abandoned his lovely gift in favor of staring at its even lovelier giver. "What?"
"Arsehole. C'mere," he growls, knocking Billy off the couch and tackling him to the floor--right on top of the wrapping paper. He presses an impossibly soft, open kiss to Billy's mouth. "Thank you." He gives him a playful peck. "Thank you." Again. "Thank you thank you thank you." Peck peck peck peck peck.
Billy laughs and folds his arms behind his head, pleased with himself. "You're welcome."
Dom sits up, straddling his thighs, and reaches for the pile of discarded wrapping stuff. With a gleam in his eyes, he plucks a big shiny red bow from the debris and sticks it right on Billy's crotch. He sits back, surveying his work. "You look good like that. All laid out. Like Christmas dinner."
Feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, Billy tries to divert with a joke. "You said laid."
Dom's eyes narrow. "I did, didn't I?" He crawls back up Billy's torso like a little Manc cougar, lining their bodies up just so. Billy can feel his eyes automatically glitter and go soft. He's conditioned like a fucking Pavlovian dog at this point. His thoughts lead him to an image of himself as a dog and Dom as a cat, and he's unable to stop the resulting giggle from bubbling up and out of his throat. Dom bites his neck and wriggles around him. "What're you laughing at, wanker?"
"Nothing," Billy exhales, his mind's eye wiped clean at the feel of their bodies pressed and moving together. He closes his eyes and wraps both arms around the adorable bugger on top of him, feeling the tree lights blink on and off behind his eyelids. "I was just thinking that you move like a cat sometimes."
Dom lifts his head and meows against Billy's mouth.
Billy nods, keeping his eyes closed. "Was waiting for that."
"I'm not that predictable." Dom sounds petulant.
Billy feels those lips close around his Adam's apple and suck. He hums, his back arching a little.
"Am I?"
He can feel Dom smiling against his skin. "No," he breathes as Dom licks a slow line up the concave curve of his chin.
Dom shifts his body and the bow crinkles between them.
Billy laughs again.
"What now, you giggly bastard?"
"I still have a bow on my cock." He lifts his hips to illustrate his point.
Dom's pupils dilate. "I know, I'm going to open it." He sits back on Billy's thighs again.
"Was waiting for that, too."
"That's fair." Dom bends down and rucks Billy's shirt up, licking through the trail of hair under his navel. Billy cradles the crown of his head and lets out an anticipatory moan. "But I'll bet you can't predict what I'm going to do after that."
"I'll bet it involves this." He brings his free hand to Dom's jaw and moves his thumb across his bottom lip. Dom takes the hint, licking said thumb into his mouth and sucking. Billy lifts his head off the floor to watch as he slides his thumb from his mouth, dragging his lip down a bit before letting it bounce back to its rightful place. "Sometimes I like when you're predictable." He unpeels the bow from the crotch of his denims and sticks it on Dom's forehead. "I love you."
"Said the man," Dom unbuttons Billy's trousers, "who was about to get his dick sucked." He takes his sweet time inching down Billy's zipper. "Talk about predictable."
"Eh." Billy pulls the bow from his head and tosses it aside. "Shut up and blow me." The way he tugs gently at Dom's earlobe belies his indignant tone.
"I love you too," Dom laughs, then taps his belly, signaling for him to lift up.
Rating: PG-13, I suppose
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Note: For
sandelwood, who requested: "Christmas morning pressies. Monaboyd, of course."Feedback: is my anti-drug. Help keep me off the pipe.
Dom's eyes go wide and blue when he makes that first tear into the snowflaked paper. "Bill."
"I did good, didn't I?" Billy smiles over his tea.
"I can't believe you did this." Dom is breathless, his hands reverent as they lift and peel to reveal the gift in full. "I mentioned it once, like, months ago, and you remembered." The paper falls to the carpet at his feet, mostly intact. He presses three fingers to his mouth and lets his eyes move over the wonderful little object in his lap.
Billy nods to himself, sitting up straight again. "I did good." He places his finished cup on the small table beside him and returns his attention to Dom, who has completely abandoned his lovely gift in favor of staring at its even lovelier giver. "What?"
"Arsehole. C'mere," he growls, knocking Billy off the couch and tackling him to the floor--right on top of the wrapping paper. He presses an impossibly soft, open kiss to Billy's mouth. "Thank you." He gives him a playful peck. "Thank you." Again. "Thank you thank you thank you." Peck peck peck peck peck.
Billy laughs and folds his arms behind his head, pleased with himself. "You're welcome."
Dom sits up, straddling his thighs, and reaches for the pile of discarded wrapping stuff. With a gleam in his eyes, he plucks a big shiny red bow from the debris and sticks it right on Billy's crotch. He sits back, surveying his work. "You look good like that. All laid out. Like Christmas dinner."
Feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, Billy tries to divert with a joke. "You said laid."
Dom's eyes narrow. "I did, didn't I?" He crawls back up Billy's torso like a little Manc cougar, lining their bodies up just so. Billy can feel his eyes automatically glitter and go soft. He's conditioned like a fucking Pavlovian dog at this point. His thoughts lead him to an image of himself as a dog and Dom as a cat, and he's unable to stop the resulting giggle from bubbling up and out of his throat. Dom bites his neck and wriggles around him. "What're you laughing at, wanker?"
"Nothing," Billy exhales, his mind's eye wiped clean at the feel of their bodies pressed and moving together. He closes his eyes and wraps both arms around the adorable bugger on top of him, feeling the tree lights blink on and off behind his eyelids. "I was just thinking that you move like a cat sometimes."
Dom lifts his head and meows against Billy's mouth.
Billy nods, keeping his eyes closed. "Was waiting for that."
"I'm not that predictable." Dom sounds petulant.
Billy feels those lips close around his Adam's apple and suck. He hums, his back arching a little.
"Am I?"
He can feel Dom smiling against his skin. "No," he breathes as Dom licks a slow line up the concave curve of his chin.
Dom shifts his body and the bow crinkles between them.
Billy laughs again.
"What now, you giggly bastard?"
"I still have a bow on my cock." He lifts his hips to illustrate his point.
Dom's pupils dilate. "I know, I'm going to open it." He sits back on Billy's thighs again.
"Was waiting for that, too."
"That's fair." Dom bends down and rucks Billy's shirt up, licking through the trail of hair under his navel. Billy cradles the crown of his head and lets out an anticipatory moan. "But I'll bet you can't predict what I'm going to do after that."
"I'll bet it involves this." He brings his free hand to Dom's jaw and moves his thumb across his bottom lip. Dom takes the hint, licking said thumb into his mouth and sucking. Billy lifts his head off the floor to watch as he slides his thumb from his mouth, dragging his lip down a bit before letting it bounce back to its rightful place. "Sometimes I like when you're predictable." He unpeels the bow from the crotch of his denims and sticks it on Dom's forehead. "I love you."
"Said the man," Dom unbuttons Billy's trousers, "who was about to get his dick sucked." He takes his sweet time inching down Billy's zipper. "Talk about predictable."
"Eh." Billy pulls the bow from his head and tosses it aside. "Shut up and blow me." The way he tugs gently at Dom's earlobe belies his indignant tone.
"I love you too," Dom laughs, then taps his belly, signaling for him to lift up.
