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rote: memorization by repetition
There's a standstill, a breathless lull as Dom settles himself inside--engulfed, but not quite to the hilt, not yet. It's still fucking heart-stopping, like nothing he's ever felt in his life. And if he goes any further, even a centimeter, he's certain his heart might actually stop. He wonders if this is what it's like for Billy every time. "Does it feel horrible?" His voice wavers. If Billy tells him to stop, to pull out, never again, he'll do it. It'll be such a loss, but he'll do it, and he'll still be grateful Billy let it go this far.
But he can feel Billy shaking his head against his neck, eyelashes fluttering against Dom's skin as he blinks rapidly. He moves to palm Dom's backside with both hands, to push him further in if possible. When that doesn't work due to the angle they're in, the way they're snug and parallel against each other, Billy lifts his hips with a breathy grunt and shimmies down the mattress, and, with a tiny slide, gets right there, huffing out a shocked, grateful breath. Dom's jaw drops around a desperate moan, and he feels Billy smile into his shoulder--the magnificent little bastard--and slide one hand up his back to grab a fistful of his hair, keeping him precisely where he is, just for now.
Dom doesn't want to break this spell, but he needs to breathe, he needs his heart to start again, he needs that coil of heat at the pit of his stomach to unfurl, and in order to do all that, he needs to move, now. He darts his tongue out to lick at the shell of Billy's ear and asks, "Again?"
refractory: resisting control or authority; stubborn; unmanageable
The sheets rustle lazily around Dom, whose mouth is wet, whose eyes are glazed, and whose muscles are loose. He fingers the button on his denims halfheartedly, a tease to which he doesn't quite want to commit. His breath smells of more drink than Billy can remember him having.
This isn't right, Billy thinks. He lowers himself to a kneel between Dom's thighs, grasps his hands in his and glides forward, leaving a snow angel imprint in the mattress as he brings Dom's arms over his head. Dom's wrists are pliant, but not the way Billy would like them to be. "Are you going to be good tonight? Hm?"
Dom licks his lips and laughs, his eyes trailing over Billy's throat. "Y'can't order me around, Bill. You've no right. Noooo right." His head lolls away on the pillow and he bites his lip, laughing again.
"I may not have the right, but--"
"No but," Dom smiles. "No butt. That's good. That's appropriate for the current scenario, isn't it?"
"How about you shut your fucking gob and keep still?"
"How about you put that filthy little mouth to good use?" Dom presses his hips up and mocks Billy: "Hm?"
Billy nearly launches himself off the bed and zips his pants back up, leaving his shirt hanging open. "I'd rather wank than put up with this shite," he mutters as he collects his shoes.
Dom turns his entire body toward the wall and sighs. "Piss off, you selfish bastard." Before Billy reaches the door, he hears Dom's voice go unnaturally soft. "You don't always do what I want. I can't always do what you want."
rote: memorization by repetition
There's a standstill, a breathless lull as Dom settles himself inside--engulfed, but not quite to the hilt, not yet. It's still fucking heart-stopping, like nothing he's ever felt in his life. And if he goes any further, even a centimeter, he's certain his heart might actually stop. He wonders if this is what it's like for Billy every time. "Does it feel horrible?" His voice wavers. If Billy tells him to stop, to pull out, never again, he'll do it. It'll be such a loss, but he'll do it, and he'll still be grateful Billy let it go this far.
But he can feel Billy shaking his head against his neck, eyelashes fluttering against Dom's skin as he blinks rapidly. He moves to palm Dom's backside with both hands, to push him further in if possible. When that doesn't work due to the angle they're in, the way they're snug and parallel against each other, Billy lifts his hips with a breathy grunt and shimmies down the mattress, and, with a tiny slide, gets right there, huffing out a shocked, grateful breath. Dom's jaw drops around a desperate moan, and he feels Billy smile into his shoulder--the magnificent little bastard--and slide one hand up his back to grab a fistful of his hair, keeping him precisely where he is, just for now.
Dom doesn't want to break this spell, but he needs to breathe, he needs his heart to start again, he needs that coil of heat at the pit of his stomach to unfurl, and in order to do all that, he needs to move, now. He darts his tongue out to lick at the shell of Billy's ear and asks, "Again?"
refractory: resisting control or authority; stubborn; unmanageable
The sheets rustle lazily around Dom, whose mouth is wet, whose eyes are glazed, and whose muscles are loose. He fingers the button on his denims halfheartedly, a tease to which he doesn't quite want to commit. His breath smells of more drink than Billy can remember him having.
This isn't right, Billy thinks. He lowers himself to a kneel between Dom's thighs, grasps his hands in his and glides forward, leaving a snow angel imprint in the mattress as he brings Dom's arms over his head. Dom's wrists are pliant, but not the way Billy would like them to be. "Are you going to be good tonight? Hm?"
Dom licks his lips and laughs, his eyes trailing over Billy's throat. "Y'can't order me around, Bill. You've no right. Noooo right." His head lolls away on the pillow and he bites his lip, laughing again.
"I may not have the right, but--"
"No but," Dom smiles. "No butt. That's good. That's appropriate for the current scenario, isn't it?"
"How about you shut your fucking gob and keep still?"
"How about you put that filthy little mouth to good use?" Dom presses his hips up and mocks Billy: "Hm?"
Billy nearly launches himself off the bed and zips his pants back up, leaving his shirt hanging open. "I'd rather wank than put up with this shite," he mutters as he collects his shoes.
Dom turns his entire body toward the wall and sighs. "Piss off, you selfish bastard." Before Billy reaches the door, he hears Dom's voice go unnaturally soft. "You don't always do what I want. I can't always do what you want."
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Date: 2009-05-08 02:41 pm (UTC)I remember reading that top one--sexy as all get out--but I don't recall that second one. I like it! It's different and sulky and ... yeah. Nice.
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-08 03:20 pm (UTC)Good for you, Dommie. Sometimes Billy needs a wee reality check.
*****
I read 'Rote' before, and as before:
*faints & dies*
Thanks, girlie!
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-08 05:58 pm (UTC)Wowza.
Refractory frustrates me until that last, plaintive, bit from Dom.
Oh mmmmmmyyyyyyyyy.
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Date: 2009-05-08 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-08 07:13 pm (UTC)The second one, wow, yeah, they can't always be loveydovey
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Date: 2009-05-08 07:33 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'd like to write more bitchy!monaboyd. :)
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Date: 2009-05-09 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-09 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-22 04:11 pm (UTC)And I really like the realisticness of Refractory. It rings true for me.
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Date: 2009-05-23 03:08 am (UTC)Thank you!