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May. 8th, 2009 08:39 pmI thought I'd space it out more, but it's Friday night and I'm falling asleep...
bellwether: One that serves as a leader or as a leading indicator of future trends
It's only the first of what will be many times, but he already knows what he's doing. He's looking for a certain kind of hair, a certain kind of body type, a certain kind of swagger, even a certain kind of fit to the clothing. Unique as Dominic is, it's not difficult, especially not in London.
It helps that Billy doesn't go for LA Dom, seductive though he may be. No, he's looking to press his nostalgia button. He's looking for reflections of Dom before he was Dom, before he was fully formed, looking just as he did the day he came into their trailer, stood before Billy and said in his disarmingly earnest way, "I think I'm getting far too attached to you for my own good."
In keeping with the scene, Billy does just what he did to Dom on that day, to this nameless bloke he finds familiar enough but doesn't care to know. He wraps a hand around his neck, runs a thumb across his bottom lip, and says, "No need to be scared."
clement: inclined to be merciful; lenient
Billy really didn't think he'd go for something like this, but Dom just carries it off so well. He keeps his eyes on the floor as he walks toward the easy chair, hands folded over the blue plaid skirt (it might be a kilt, if it weren't so short, Billy thinks). The sound in the room is limited to the thick material as it swishes behind him and Billy's own breath, which comes loud and slow.
It's unnerving, how over-the-top and cheesy it's not, how uncomfortable Billy's not. Dom doesn't dish out any of the expected lines--no "I've been bad, Headmaster Boyd" or "I'm failing sex ed and desperately need your help." He's simply there, in skirt, pristine white button-down, and tie. There's no wig, but there is a bit of makeup (Dom's personal touch). Dom's always unquestionably male, but right now, with those eyes and those lips, he could pass for some kind of young in-between.
The original intention was kinky; in Billy's mind, Dom would play the slutty schoolgirl and he would punish accordingly. But as he looks at Dom's painted toes wiggling in the carpet, he decides the spanking will have to wait for another day. Tonight he wants to keep Dom, or whoever this timid creature is, soft and pliant.
Billy pats his knee. "Come sit here, sweetheart." A moment later, he feels Dom's ass against his thigh through thin cotton briefs, and he knows he'd better enjoy this because it's not going to last, not by a long shot.
"Are you going to hit me?" Dom finally raises his eyes to Billy, trembling.
With patient hands, Billy loosens Dom's tie and works his fingertips over his collarbone. He quietly promises "No" before pulling Dom closer by the waist and capturing his plush rouge mouth.
bellwether: One that serves as a leader or as a leading indicator of future trends
It's only the first of what will be many times, but he already knows what he's doing. He's looking for a certain kind of hair, a certain kind of body type, a certain kind of swagger, even a certain kind of fit to the clothing. Unique as Dominic is, it's not difficult, especially not in London.
It helps that Billy doesn't go for LA Dom, seductive though he may be. No, he's looking to press his nostalgia button. He's looking for reflections of Dom before he was Dom, before he was fully formed, looking just as he did the day he came into their trailer, stood before Billy and said in his disarmingly earnest way, "I think I'm getting far too attached to you for my own good."
In keeping with the scene, Billy does just what he did to Dom on that day, to this nameless bloke he finds familiar enough but doesn't care to know. He wraps a hand around his neck, runs a thumb across his bottom lip, and says, "No need to be scared."
clement: inclined to be merciful; lenient
Billy really didn't think he'd go for something like this, but Dom just carries it off so well. He keeps his eyes on the floor as he walks toward the easy chair, hands folded over the blue plaid skirt (it might be a kilt, if it weren't so short, Billy thinks). The sound in the room is limited to the thick material as it swishes behind him and Billy's own breath, which comes loud and slow.
It's unnerving, how over-the-top and cheesy it's not, how uncomfortable Billy's not. Dom doesn't dish out any of the expected lines--no "I've been bad, Headmaster Boyd" or "I'm failing sex ed and desperately need your help." He's simply there, in skirt, pristine white button-down, and tie. There's no wig, but there is a bit of makeup (Dom's personal touch). Dom's always unquestionably male, but right now, with those eyes and those lips, he could pass for some kind of young in-between.
The original intention was kinky; in Billy's mind, Dom would play the slutty schoolgirl and he would punish accordingly. But as he looks at Dom's painted toes wiggling in the carpet, he decides the spanking will have to wait for another day. Tonight he wants to keep Dom, or whoever this timid creature is, soft and pliant.
Billy pats his knee. "Come sit here, sweetheart." A moment later, he feels Dom's ass against his thigh through thin cotton briefs, and he knows he'd better enjoy this because it's not going to last, not by a long shot.
"Are you going to hit me?" Dom finally raises his eyes to Billy, trembling.
With patient hands, Billy loosens Dom's tie and works his fingertips over his collarbone. He quietly promises "No" before pulling Dom closer by the waist and capturing his plush rouge mouth.
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