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monaboyd_monthTitle: The Taste of Him
Author: nc_shy_gurl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, infidelity
Word Count: 2422
Summary: Dom pays Billy a visit and things happen.
Betas: The lovely Helena_Snow from Of Elves and Men and Shelbey from tumblr. Any mistakes left are completely mine.
Standing on the front stoop of Billy’s flat, Dom is righteously pissed off. He flew all the way to Glasgow for a visit and Billy forgot to pick him up at the airport?…Well, that’s more than a tad bit annoying.
At least, it was. That is until Billy opens the door to his place looking so utterly fuckable in his ripped jeans and ruffled hair that Dom chokes on his acerbic comment about hitchhiking from the airport. Dom is given no choice but to be accepted into a fierce hug, all the while apologies flow from Billy lips, the hot breaths caressing Dom’s ears, making him tingle; wrapped around Billy like this, touching from head to knee, Dom can’t stay angry. He can, however, get horny as fuck.
“I’m just making up a bottle for the baby. Give me a bit to put him down and then I’ll make some tea or something if you’re not too tired,” Billy murmurs into the hug before letting go. So Dom steps inside the house letting his anger dissipate into something else entirely as he watches Boyd’s jean-clad ass walk back into the kitchen.
Billy comes out with a bottle a few minutes later and heads up the stairs to Jack’s room; Dom follows and, watches him, fascinated as he feeds the baby, managing to settle him off to sleep without so much as a whimper from the lad. Last time Dom was around, that would never have happened. But it’s been a while, and if Dom knows one thing to be true it’s that things change.
Turning, Billy grabs Dom’s arm and guides him out of the room and down the stairs back to the kitchen, and Dom isn’t quite sure he can mask the glint in his eyes. Billy looks gorgeous, far more so that he has any right to be. Tired from long nights with Jack and even longer nights with Ali, a certain languid fatigue is etched in the fine lines around his eyes. Not that languid and fatigue generally go together, but on Billy it does and does so quite beautifully. His hair is disheveled, tufts sticking out in spiky angles that only serve to remind Dom of the nights Billy had lain sprawled in his bed, hair in total disarray from the fucking he had just taken. And to Dom’s delight, Billy is slightly scruffy, too tired to have dragged a razor across his face in a couple of days. It only emphasizes the cupid’s bow of his lips. It’s a sharp contrast, the perfect softness of his lips and the stubble of his cheeks. Unable to resist staying in Billy’s company for a while longer he lets himself be guided, thinking of the things he’d love to do the man beside him. It’s admittedly a long list and he’s a bit distracted as Billy puts on the coffee.
They stand in comfortable silence for a while, the whir of the kettle the only noise as Dom studies Billy’s frame. He’s leaned against the counter, hips canted back, legs angled out in front of him and he looks perfectly edible. After handing the tea over to Dom, he takes a beer out of the fridge, opens it against the counter and takes a long pull.
“Where’s Ali?”
“Asleep.” Billy mumbles, glancing up from the label of the beer he’s currently picking before looking down hastily when he sees the expression in Dom’s eyes. It’s a look that anyone would recognize, especially Billy.
Dom smiles mischievously and nods. “That so?” He asks, voice rough with want.
Prowling around the counter, Dom lets his lustful gaze fall unashamedly on Billy. He looks a little tired and, not to Dom’s surprise, a little nervous. It’s something that not everyone would have picked up on, but he’s Dom and Billy’s shifting his weight from one leg to the other, a sure sign that he’s trying to ignore the raw need in Dom’s voice and conceal the hard on that’s springing to life at the sound of it,
“Have you missed me, Bills?”
Billy crosses his arms protectively over his chest and looks up at him through wary eyes. He takes another long pull on his beer, stalling. He swallows it down, Dom’s eyes lingering on his throat, and his mouth twitches before Billy speaks. “You know I always miss you…”
“So you won’t mind if I...” Dom drifts off, moving closer. She’s just upstairs…is it worth the risk? One glance at Billy, that body he knows as well as his own and he nods. Definitely. Stepping closer into his space, Dom tilts his head so that they’re looking each other in the eyes. Damn. He’d almost forgotten just how green Billy’s eyes are and what he sees reflected in them doesn’t disappoint. “Do you want this, Billy?” In his mind it sounds more like do you still want me?
“Dom…no?” Even if it hadn’t been for the betraying glint of lust in his eyes, the fact that his answer ends with the raised pitch of a question convinces Dom to move in closer, close enough that his breath is mingling with the older man’s. Sure, Bills looks a little tense, edgy even, but he hasn’t moved a single muscle to pull away and Dom knows what that means. So he asks, “You sure?” and lets his hands come to rest on either side of Billy’s face. He runs a thumb absently across Billy’s lips.
Billy’s mouth parts open slightly and his tongue slips out to wet his lips. It just barely licks across the tip of Dom’s thumb and they bother mutter a curse at the brief contact.
Dom lets out a thoughtful purr as he leans in a tiny bit nearer, glancing down to Billy’s slack mouth as he speaks in an aroused rumble. “So, if I were to get down on my knees in front of you right now…” He can’t help but smirk when Billy makes an ‘nnnggggghhhh’ noise in his throat. “You’d stop me, would you?”
Billy takes a shuddering breath, trying to compose himself enough to answer, but Dom’s impatient and his warm hand slips to the crotch of Billy’s jeans. At that, Billy’s eyes fly open and he rocks into Dom’s palm. There’s one hitch of his breath, then he falls silent and still.
Until, “No…Dom…n-no.”
Dom gives him a self-satisfied smirk. “No, Bills? Does no mean stop, or… god don’t stop?” He surges toward the other man at the last second, murmuring into his ear. He presses his body against Billy’s and slowly lets his palm slide along the length his erection, fingers dancing wickedly against the coarse fabric beneath them. He scratches a line along Billy’s cock, back up to the button just above the zip of the jeans, pleased to hear a sigh escape his lips followed by a low growl and Dom recognizes the promises contained in it; it screams passion and pleasure and want beyond measure. He watches as Billy’s eyes slide shut, glimpsing the fire behind them before they close completely.
Dom leans upward, writhing along Billy’s body, lets his lips part to glide along Billy’s jaw, whispering promises and endearments against the stubble there. Billy’s thighs instinctively spread to allow him to slip in closer. He slides up towards the other man’s mouth, moaning in triumph as Billy turns his head to bring their mouths together as he thrusts his hips towards Dom’s hand, grinding against him. He tastes like beer and spice, uniquely Billy. That’s one thing that never changes. Dom craves the taste of him. It’s been so long, too fucking long since he’s had this. He twines his tongue with Billy’s and sucks, stealing the flavor from him, relishing in the gasps and moans that Billy is unable to hold back.
“Oh fucking god.” Dom sighs at the curse whimpered against his lips and pops open the button of Billy’s jeans. He pulls the zipper open tooth by tooth, a deliberately agonizing torture, feeling the other man’s breath catch against his mouth as the zipper creeps down slowly, freeing his straining erection from its denim prison. And, oh god, he isn’t wearing pants. Dom bites down on his lip at the sight of Bill’s cock, full and heavy and just begging to be sucked.
Threading one hand in Billy’s hair and sliding the other down his belly, Dom works his mouth along Billy’s, teasing him with languorous kisses that border on obscenely slow until they are both panting with want. He pulls back then and licks and nips his way up the other man’s jaw until his lips brush against the curve of his ear. “Tell me you want my mouth, Bills. Tell me that you want it…right here, right now…Ali upstairs and you want me. You want this.” And with that he wraps his hand around Billy’s dick and jerks him once from base to tip deliberately teasing him. Billy barely manages to bite back his moan. He pulls his lip between his teeth and shudders into Dom’s hand, refusing to say what he wants to hear. “Tell me.” Dom growls, a hint of pleading in his voice as he twists just so at the head, and this time Billy isn’t able to stop the whimper that builds low in his belly and rises up through his lips.
“Please god…don’t stop Dom…I want your mouth.” It’s a soft whisper, so breathy that it’s barely audible, but it’s enough. He impatiently shoves Billy’s jeans down to his thighs, leaving his hard cock standing at attention, leaking with pre-come that he can almost taste. And taste he will soon enough.
“…please…I need…more” Billy groans, his head falling back as Dom drops to his knees. Laying wet kisses to the insides of each of Billy’s thighs, he lightly strokes the muscles fluttering under his lips and tongue as Billy takes a shuddery breath. “Ngghhhh…more…now!” He threads his hands in Dom’s hair; tugging shamelessly, urging him in the direction of his leaking cock.
“Mmm…” Dom moans, moving upwards, licking the crease at pelvis and thigh, nuzzling the wiry hair just above Billy’s straining erection. “Please what? I want to hear you say it,” he growls out, nipping at the sensitive flesh on a tantalizing hip then soothing it with a brush of lips and tongue.
There’s a sharp intake of breath somewhere above him and then Billy is trembling, so desperate that his whole body quivers, his cock bobbing towards Dom’s mouth as he grips his hair and tugs sharply. “Oh god, suck my…suck my cock.”
That’s good enough for Dom. He leans in, taking just the tip into his mouth and hums lightly sending tremors up the length of Billy’s dick. Billy bucks against him, a low whine pressing past his lips, craving more, and that completely undoes Dom. Giving only a feral growl as a warning, he swallows him whole, relishing in the feel of him, hot and heavy against his tongue. He pulls back, mapping Billy’s cock, feeling every ridge, bump, and vein thrumming against his tongue, knowing that this is one thing that hasn’t changed. The taste of him is heady, a mix of musk, salt, iron, and something stronger but less tangible. That is Billy….so strong and solid in Dom’s hands but so far out of his reach that it makes no matter if he’s the one on his knees before Billy while Ali sleeps. He hasn’t won. He never will. But then again, he’s not certain if Ali’s won either, not so long he can give Billy this…not so long as Billy lets him have him this way.
He tries to thrust forward but Dom holds him in place, glancing upwards to find himself being watched, Billy’s breath labored and erratic, one fist pressed into his mouth, eyes glazed over in pleasure. Dom bobs back and forth, feeling the other man’s cock brush against the back of his throat with each lean forward. One long, last suck and then he pulls completely off, wrapping one fist around the base of Billy’s cock while the other reaches beneath to play with his sac.
“Fuck…”
Looking up, Dom grins, amused by Billy’s breathy curse. “You kiss your son with that-”
“-no.” He’s shaking his head, the fist moving down from his mouth to push at the back of Dom’s neck. “No talking…don’t stop…please don’t stop.”
The way Dom’s dick is suddenly almost impossibly harder, says that apparently, the ‘no talking just suck me’ rule is a major turn on. Or maybe it’s just Billy begging him, the feel of him in his mouth, all he can smell, taste, feel is Billy. Either way, Dom shoves the heel of his free hand against his own erection as his mouth finds its way back to Billy’s cock----Billy, whose groan is so guttural that Dom’s own breath stutters a little.
He laps up the pre-come, letting it intoxicate him, permeate his senses, blind him until there is only him and Billy. The hard tile beneath his knees disappears and he’s floating, drifting to a time when this wasn’t so complicated, when it wasn’t a risk...when he was more than just a part time paramour. Letting his tongue stroke just behind the head, Dom imagines that after this, they’ll make love. Not fuck. Make love. Billy will writhe and moan beneath him and when it’s over no one will feel guilty, there’ll be no awkward glances and no one will have to leave. They’ll simply be together, drifting off into sleep in each other’s arms. At that thought alone, a moan escapes him and caresses Billy’s cock, vibrating between the two of them.
Billy thrusts again letting out a gasp, and the muffled, “I’m gonna…” is all the warning Dom gets before Billy is coming in spurts against the back of his throat, throbbing in his mouth as he whines from his throat.
The pair of them pant breathlessly as Dom works at licking the softening length clean, hearing him hissing above him when he circles the crown one last time with his tongue, pulling off and licking his lips.
“Now.” he grins, putting back on his mask of indifference, tucking Billy back into his jeans and zipping him up, still on his knees as he looks up at him. “Think we can work out some form of…repayment?” The words sound hollow to his ears.
Billy pretends not to notice that as he drags him up for a kiss.
Author: nc_shy_gurl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, infidelity
Word Count: 2422
Summary: Dom pays Billy a visit and things happen.
Betas: The lovely Helena_Snow from Of Elves and Men and Shelbey from tumblr. Any mistakes left are completely mine.
Standing on the front stoop of Billy’s flat, Dom is righteously pissed off. He flew all the way to Glasgow for a visit and Billy forgot to pick him up at the airport?…Well, that’s more than a tad bit annoying.
At least, it was. That is until Billy opens the door to his place looking so utterly fuckable in his ripped jeans and ruffled hair that Dom chokes on his acerbic comment about hitchhiking from the airport. Dom is given no choice but to be accepted into a fierce hug, all the while apologies flow from Billy lips, the hot breaths caressing Dom’s ears, making him tingle; wrapped around Billy like this, touching from head to knee, Dom can’t stay angry. He can, however, get horny as fuck.
“I’m just making up a bottle for the baby. Give me a bit to put him down and then I’ll make some tea or something if you’re not too tired,” Billy murmurs into the hug before letting go. So Dom steps inside the house letting his anger dissipate into something else entirely as he watches Boyd’s jean-clad ass walk back into the kitchen.
Billy comes out with a bottle a few minutes later and heads up the stairs to Jack’s room; Dom follows and, watches him, fascinated as he feeds the baby, managing to settle him off to sleep without so much as a whimper from the lad. Last time Dom was around, that would never have happened. But it’s been a while, and if Dom knows one thing to be true it’s that things change.
Turning, Billy grabs Dom’s arm and guides him out of the room and down the stairs back to the kitchen, and Dom isn’t quite sure he can mask the glint in his eyes. Billy looks gorgeous, far more so that he has any right to be. Tired from long nights with Jack and even longer nights with Ali, a certain languid fatigue is etched in the fine lines around his eyes. Not that languid and fatigue generally go together, but on Billy it does and does so quite beautifully. His hair is disheveled, tufts sticking out in spiky angles that only serve to remind Dom of the nights Billy had lain sprawled in his bed, hair in total disarray from the fucking he had just taken. And to Dom’s delight, Billy is slightly scruffy, too tired to have dragged a razor across his face in a couple of days. It only emphasizes the cupid’s bow of his lips. It’s a sharp contrast, the perfect softness of his lips and the stubble of his cheeks. Unable to resist staying in Billy’s company for a while longer he lets himself be guided, thinking of the things he’d love to do the man beside him. It’s admittedly a long list and he’s a bit distracted as Billy puts on the coffee.
They stand in comfortable silence for a while, the whir of the kettle the only noise as Dom studies Billy’s frame. He’s leaned against the counter, hips canted back, legs angled out in front of him and he looks perfectly edible. After handing the tea over to Dom, he takes a beer out of the fridge, opens it against the counter and takes a long pull.
“Where’s Ali?”
“Asleep.” Billy mumbles, glancing up from the label of the beer he’s currently picking before looking down hastily when he sees the expression in Dom’s eyes. It’s a look that anyone would recognize, especially Billy.
Dom smiles mischievously and nods. “That so?” He asks, voice rough with want.
Prowling around the counter, Dom lets his lustful gaze fall unashamedly on Billy. He looks a little tired and, not to Dom’s surprise, a little nervous. It’s something that not everyone would have picked up on, but he’s Dom and Billy’s shifting his weight from one leg to the other, a sure sign that he’s trying to ignore the raw need in Dom’s voice and conceal the hard on that’s springing to life at the sound of it,
“Have you missed me, Bills?”
Billy crosses his arms protectively over his chest and looks up at him through wary eyes. He takes another long pull on his beer, stalling. He swallows it down, Dom’s eyes lingering on his throat, and his mouth twitches before Billy speaks. “You know I always miss you…”
“So you won’t mind if I...” Dom drifts off, moving closer. She’s just upstairs…is it worth the risk? One glance at Billy, that body he knows as well as his own and he nods. Definitely. Stepping closer into his space, Dom tilts his head so that they’re looking each other in the eyes. Damn. He’d almost forgotten just how green Billy’s eyes are and what he sees reflected in them doesn’t disappoint. “Do you want this, Billy?” In his mind it sounds more like do you still want me?
“Dom…no?” Even if it hadn’t been for the betraying glint of lust in his eyes, the fact that his answer ends with the raised pitch of a question convinces Dom to move in closer, close enough that his breath is mingling with the older man’s. Sure, Bills looks a little tense, edgy even, but he hasn’t moved a single muscle to pull away and Dom knows what that means. So he asks, “You sure?” and lets his hands come to rest on either side of Billy’s face. He runs a thumb absently across Billy’s lips.
Billy’s mouth parts open slightly and his tongue slips out to wet his lips. It just barely licks across the tip of Dom’s thumb and they bother mutter a curse at the brief contact.
Dom lets out a thoughtful purr as he leans in a tiny bit nearer, glancing down to Billy’s slack mouth as he speaks in an aroused rumble. “So, if I were to get down on my knees in front of you right now…” He can’t help but smirk when Billy makes an ‘nnnggggghhhh’ noise in his throat. “You’d stop me, would you?”
Billy takes a shuddering breath, trying to compose himself enough to answer, but Dom’s impatient and his warm hand slips to the crotch of Billy’s jeans. At that, Billy’s eyes fly open and he rocks into Dom’s palm. There’s one hitch of his breath, then he falls silent and still.
Until, “No…Dom…n-no.”
Dom gives him a self-satisfied smirk. “No, Bills? Does no mean stop, or… god don’t stop?” He surges toward the other man at the last second, murmuring into his ear. He presses his body against Billy’s and slowly lets his palm slide along the length his erection, fingers dancing wickedly against the coarse fabric beneath them. He scratches a line along Billy’s cock, back up to the button just above the zip of the jeans, pleased to hear a sigh escape his lips followed by a low growl and Dom recognizes the promises contained in it; it screams passion and pleasure and want beyond measure. He watches as Billy’s eyes slide shut, glimpsing the fire behind them before they close completely.
Dom leans upward, writhing along Billy’s body, lets his lips part to glide along Billy’s jaw, whispering promises and endearments against the stubble there. Billy’s thighs instinctively spread to allow him to slip in closer. He slides up towards the other man’s mouth, moaning in triumph as Billy turns his head to bring their mouths together as he thrusts his hips towards Dom’s hand, grinding against him. He tastes like beer and spice, uniquely Billy. That’s one thing that never changes. Dom craves the taste of him. It’s been so long, too fucking long since he’s had this. He twines his tongue with Billy’s and sucks, stealing the flavor from him, relishing in the gasps and moans that Billy is unable to hold back.
“Oh fucking god.” Dom sighs at the curse whimpered against his lips and pops open the button of Billy’s jeans. He pulls the zipper open tooth by tooth, a deliberately agonizing torture, feeling the other man’s breath catch against his mouth as the zipper creeps down slowly, freeing his straining erection from its denim prison. And, oh god, he isn’t wearing pants. Dom bites down on his lip at the sight of Bill’s cock, full and heavy and just begging to be sucked.
Threading one hand in Billy’s hair and sliding the other down his belly, Dom works his mouth along Billy’s, teasing him with languorous kisses that border on obscenely slow until they are both panting with want. He pulls back then and licks and nips his way up the other man’s jaw until his lips brush against the curve of his ear. “Tell me you want my mouth, Bills. Tell me that you want it…right here, right now…Ali upstairs and you want me. You want this.” And with that he wraps his hand around Billy’s dick and jerks him once from base to tip deliberately teasing him. Billy barely manages to bite back his moan. He pulls his lip between his teeth and shudders into Dom’s hand, refusing to say what he wants to hear. “Tell me.” Dom growls, a hint of pleading in his voice as he twists just so at the head, and this time Billy isn’t able to stop the whimper that builds low in his belly and rises up through his lips.
“Please god…don’t stop Dom…I want your mouth.” It’s a soft whisper, so breathy that it’s barely audible, but it’s enough. He impatiently shoves Billy’s jeans down to his thighs, leaving his hard cock standing at attention, leaking with pre-come that he can almost taste. And taste he will soon enough.
“…please…I need…more” Billy groans, his head falling back as Dom drops to his knees. Laying wet kisses to the insides of each of Billy’s thighs, he lightly strokes the muscles fluttering under his lips and tongue as Billy takes a shuddery breath. “Ngghhhh…more…now!” He threads his hands in Dom’s hair; tugging shamelessly, urging him in the direction of his leaking cock.
“Mmm…” Dom moans, moving upwards, licking the crease at pelvis and thigh, nuzzling the wiry hair just above Billy’s straining erection. “Please what? I want to hear you say it,” he growls out, nipping at the sensitive flesh on a tantalizing hip then soothing it with a brush of lips and tongue.
There’s a sharp intake of breath somewhere above him and then Billy is trembling, so desperate that his whole body quivers, his cock bobbing towards Dom’s mouth as he grips his hair and tugs sharply. “Oh god, suck my…suck my cock.”
That’s good enough for Dom. He leans in, taking just the tip into his mouth and hums lightly sending tremors up the length of Billy’s dick. Billy bucks against him, a low whine pressing past his lips, craving more, and that completely undoes Dom. Giving only a feral growl as a warning, he swallows him whole, relishing in the feel of him, hot and heavy against his tongue. He pulls back, mapping Billy’s cock, feeling every ridge, bump, and vein thrumming against his tongue, knowing that this is one thing that hasn’t changed. The taste of him is heady, a mix of musk, salt, iron, and something stronger but less tangible. That is Billy….so strong and solid in Dom’s hands but so far out of his reach that it makes no matter if he’s the one on his knees before Billy while Ali sleeps. He hasn’t won. He never will. But then again, he’s not certain if Ali’s won either, not so long he can give Billy this…not so long as Billy lets him have him this way.
He tries to thrust forward but Dom holds him in place, glancing upwards to find himself being watched, Billy’s breath labored and erratic, one fist pressed into his mouth, eyes glazed over in pleasure. Dom bobs back and forth, feeling the other man’s cock brush against the back of his throat with each lean forward. One long, last suck and then he pulls completely off, wrapping one fist around the base of Billy’s cock while the other reaches beneath to play with his sac.
“Fuck…”
Looking up, Dom grins, amused by Billy’s breathy curse. “You kiss your son with that-”
“-no.” He’s shaking his head, the fist moving down from his mouth to push at the back of Dom’s neck. “No talking…don’t stop…please don’t stop.”
The way Dom’s dick is suddenly almost impossibly harder, says that apparently, the ‘no talking just suck me’ rule is a major turn on. Or maybe it’s just Billy begging him, the feel of him in his mouth, all he can smell, taste, feel is Billy. Either way, Dom shoves the heel of his free hand against his own erection as his mouth finds its way back to Billy’s cock----Billy, whose groan is so guttural that Dom’s own breath stutters a little.
He laps up the pre-come, letting it intoxicate him, permeate his senses, blind him until there is only him and Billy. The hard tile beneath his knees disappears and he’s floating, drifting to a time when this wasn’t so complicated, when it wasn’t a risk...when he was more than just a part time paramour. Letting his tongue stroke just behind the head, Dom imagines that after this, they’ll make love. Not fuck. Make love. Billy will writhe and moan beneath him and when it’s over no one will feel guilty, there’ll be no awkward glances and no one will have to leave. They’ll simply be together, drifting off into sleep in each other’s arms. At that thought alone, a moan escapes him and caresses Billy’s cock, vibrating between the two of them.
Billy thrusts again letting out a gasp, and the muffled, “I’m gonna…” is all the warning Dom gets before Billy is coming in spurts against the back of his throat, throbbing in his mouth as he whines from his throat.
The pair of them pant breathlessly as Dom works at licking the softening length clean, hearing him hissing above him when he circles the crown one last time with his tongue, pulling off and licking his lips.
“Now.” he grins, putting back on his mask of indifference, tucking Billy back into his jeans and zipping him up, still on his knees as he looks up at him. “Think we can work out some form of…repayment?” The words sound hollow to his ears.
Billy pretends not to notice that as he drags him up for a kiss.
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Date: 2011-06-19 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-20 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-19 02:25 am (UTC)This was very hot and - well - satisfying. I love the way it demonstrates their intense and nearly hopeless need for each other. There's also the added element of the danger of discovery - always extra tension, too.
I particularly loved the manner in which Dom went prowling around the counter toward Bill, his target in sight..."Miss me, Bills?"
Oh that was especially good! Shivers.
Thank you. :)
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Date: 2011-06-20 02:01 am (UTC)I'm particularly thrilled that you picked up on their inability to escape their need for one another. And what fun would it all be if there wasn't an added hint of danger? ;)
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Date: 2011-06-20 02:40 am (UTC)And oh yes, their mutual helplessness was (for me anyway) the great point of the story. It was wonderful - a baby and someone else just upstairs together with all that implies in and of itself, and Billy was absolutely helpless to push him away. Dominic was confident of that, too (the little twirp.) Delicious.
(Huge grin.)
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Date: 2011-06-19 06:53 am (UTC)I'm friending you, by the by. I know neither of us are really around LJ much, but it's necessary!!
Now excuse me, it seems I have a few other fics to read... *waggles eyebrows*
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Date: 2011-06-20 01:54 am (UTC)And thank you for this glorious review! NOTHING WILL STOP THEM OR MY SHIPPING THEM. IT IS ETERNAL. MONABOYD FOR LIFE. :D
I love you darling, so very much! <3