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Title: So Much for the Afterglow
Author: kiltsandlollies
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I cannot resist you, blythely. :-) Voila Le pRon du Money Shot. Well, as close I can write it, anyway. And hey, look! There's angst! I know that will—heh—come as a surprise to many of you.
Warning: Much pornier than I usually write, or at least it seemed so to me. Run away now. Or at the very least wash your hands afterward. *nods*

Dominic loves this, so Billy lets him.

Yes, alright, Billy doesn't much mind it when Dominic comes inside him for the second time tonight with a shout and waits less than one breathless minute before he flips Billy over and slides against him, two limp—sated, salty, sticky, sore, Billy chants in his sleep–deprived mind—bodies in motion but also in rest. Dominic cannot stop himself from grinding away, face red and eyes wet, at Billy, ignoring Billy's sighs of irritation (in all its forms, thank you, you grimy, sweaty bastard), but Billy takes it all as another sign of Dominic's lonely, desperate need.

Then Dominic's hand is twisting between them, fingers raking in hair, pulling and taking and scratching until Billy knows Dominic's fingers are coated with the results of his own ferocity. Earlier, Dominic's jagged, angry teeth had plunged into the hair surrounding Billy's shaft, nuzzling, then biting, and Dominic's growls had reduced Billy's half–resistance to the consistency of lather.

Now Dominic's closer, breath sour–sweet from hours of this, and he smiles, waiting for Billy to acknowledge his presence, or more specifically the presence of Dominic's fingers, now dancing across Billy's lower lip, seeking attention, seeking entrance, seeking seeking seeking.

“Your mouth,” Dominic growls, a sleepy, faintly rumbling volcano.

Billy ignores him, because that’s what he's meant to do, and Dominic tilts his head to the side, sniffing, considering. He gets closer, until his lips rest half on Billy's.

“Open,” Dominic whispers. “For me.”

And Billy does, taking down Dominic's fingers to the second knuckles, lapping, drinking, getting past the rapid thickening, the flat non–taste of himself against the bitter, narcotic flavour of Dominic. He works and waits until it all rests on his tongue, everything mixed together, and Dominic yanks his fingers away, leaving Billy's teeth to click together in loss and surprise. Billy flicks his tongue across his lower lip, and Dominic releases an angry breath.

“For me,” Dominic repeats in the darkness, and Billy nods. Dominic turns Billy again, and Billy closes his eyes, listening for the sounds of Dominic choking back tears for the third time tonight. Dominic's weight is so heavy on him, and Billy is so tired. He has nothing left to give Dominic.

But Dominic still needs this, so Billy lets him.

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