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Title: Some of Your Intention
Author: kiltsandlollies
Pairing: Dominic/Elijah
Rating: R/NC-17
Note: For airgiodslv’s Porn Snippet Chain, and this specifically for thepsychicclam, who requested Dominic/Elijah, reunion in Hawaii, and beltloops, mrrrowr. And yes, it’s another title that makes no sense, la. Cut me some slack, it’s only 400–odd words.


Leather’s not really supposed to sound like that, Dominic thinks as the belt slides away from his jeans. Surely it should make a harsher noise, maybe even stuttered, edges catching on worn belt loops and raw, cracked underside rushing against old, torn denim. But instead the belt had made a sweet, smooth sound as Elijah had pulled it free, and Dominic figures now that he’s wasting energy on wondering why.

Not that Elijah’s noticed, because he’s busy moving Dominic, his hand sweeping over Dominic’s bare chest, fingers splaying as he traces the lines and curves he finds. Dominic stands as quietly as he can, staring out past the patio’s glass doors to the beach, to the ocean and land he’s presently calling home. It hasn’t always felt that way, but with Elijah here now, too, it’s the closest thing, right?

Dominic shakes himself out of his distraction again, this time as Elijah slides his hands over Dominic’s shoulders and down the harder flesh of biceps, all the way to Dominic’s wrists. For once Dominic’s managed to forget the many and varied cuffs and leave his wrists bare, and he smiles, thinking Elijah’s definitely noticed that, at least.

His smile turns a little bit when he hears that rushing sound of leather again, rougher this time, as Elijah threads the belt the wrong way around through the four loops at Dominic’s sides and the small of his back. There’s the sudden realization of what Elijah’s doing, and Dominic can’t hide his relieved exhale. Elijah brings Dominic’s hands around behind his back and wraps the remaining length of the belt around Dominic’s wrists tightly, listening for Dominic’s hum of pleasure before he yanks the knot just that bit tighter. Caught like this, Dominic feels the pressure inside his opened jeans harder than before, and when he tries to move his wrists, the denim shifts against his cock and under his balls and just fuck, yes.

Coming around to face Dominic, Elijah’s all smiles now himself. His hand drifts to his back pocket, and Dominic opens his mouth to let loose a stream of creative obscenities if Elijah so much as thinks of standing there and fucking smoking instead of—

But then Elijah tosses the pack behind him and sinks to his knees in front of Dominic, freeing his cock completely and darting his tongue over the head before he looks up at Dominic, eyes narrowed and more than a little pleased.

“Missed you,” he says calmly, and Dominic nods.

“I might have noticed that.”


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