Revelations
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sunshine_173Title: Revelations
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sunshine_173
Rating: NC-17 I guess
Pairing: BellDom
Summary: They have sex. It's really just pwp so there's not much to summarize.
Feedback: I wants it, my precious.
Disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you'd know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
Warning: Sexual relations. Naughty words, this and that. Oh, if you get squeamish over religious references and such, don't read this, cos there's quite a few of them.
Note: I've been wanting to write this for a couple days now, but alas, it's the holidays so I'm like COMPUTER, Y U NO PORTABLE. Anyway. For some reason this took me awhile to write, so of course I find it absolutely hilarious that when I finally finished writing it an hour ago, livejournal decided to go down. For an hour. And of course my determined little ass refused to go to sleep until it was posted. It's almost 6am now and I'm contemplating not even going to bed since I have to wake up in two and a half hours anyway. Bitch and moan forever.
There’s something beautiful in obsession, in restraint. In addiction and attraction, desire and devotion. Craving and craze and the mania of lust. The rapture of ecstasy and the frenzied feeling of infatuation. Need. Passion. The yearning and thirst I have, restraining the urge to press my hips up, up, into the divine warmth hovering above me.
Obey. Surrender and submit. My mind, body and soul acquiesce for the completion You’ve promised me. My God, my religion. My savior. Granting my hunger absolution and salvation. You know the taste of my sweat before it bleeds from my skin. You know the shape of my breath before it escapes from my lungs.
You came, you saw, you conquered.
Touch me. Tear me apart and crawl inside of me. Closer, too close and never close enough. Unity. Union. I burn for your touch and yet your touch is not enough. Even as you trail dangerous fingers over the line and hard angle of naked hipbones, I am not sated. Satisfaction calls for more, more of your skin covering mine until we are one, unable to decipher where I begin and you end. Connected at the most precious and fragile of places.
My mouth waters for you to take me. I can already feel you pulsing and shaking and claiming before it’s even begun. Possess me. Obtain me. Control me. Become me. Everything I am, everything you were, everything that will be, exists in and for these moments.
My body is spread before you, a feast for your winter eyes. I can see you watching me as you stand now, gaze flitting over my form, mapping out every erogenous zone again and again even though you’ve pressed, pinched, kissed, bit, licked every one of them until my body was thrumming like the vibrations of a thousand hummingbird wings.
I beg of you to command me, to bend my limbs into positions suitable for your needs. I am your toy, your doll, if only for tonight. I wish to service you but if servicing you is achieved by laying limp across a king-sized bed, tied back and caged, then so be it.
Devour me, for my patience is fleeting.
Angels whisper tales of victory as you sigh and once again set a knee upon the mattress. The Devil whips his seduction around us as you crawl on top of me, sliding your body against mine and the friction is more glorious than any Light. Centuries of echoed desires reverberate their holy damnation into my bloodstream and all I want is to be your lamb. Sacrifice me for your pleasure. I will be your martyr.
You lick a trail of fire up the center of my chest, kiss the hollow of my neck and I dare to moan out a strangled please, Dominic. Your response comes in the form of untying my hands and massaging my right wrist before you press your tongue flat against my palm and drag it upwards. I harden even more, to the point of pain, as you lower your length across my body, pinning me down with your weight, and begin to suck on my fingers, your tongue treating them like you did my cock. You press your erection against mine and the friction causes me to buck up against you, crying out as I continue to watch you bob your head, my eyes fixated where my fingers disappear into your mouth. You establish a rhythm, thrusting and grinding your hips into mine, our erections sliding together with pre-come and sweat.
You let go of my wrist, my fingers falling away from your mouth, and you bite your bottom lip as your hips stop their movement. I whine and you silence me with a stare, and I am once again owned. Submission.
I watch you spit into your palm and I sense rather than see you reach down between us and wrap your hand around your shaft. My breathing becomes increasingly shallow as you press your tip against my entrance and command me without words to spread my legs wider. You push forward until only your head is inside of me, but I’m already gasping, lungs expanding rapidly. It’s been so long since you last owned me like this. You didn’t prepare me but the burn was welcome, the familiar feeling of be so full coursing through my veins and I felt filthy.
Leaning forward over my body, you lift me up slightly and wrap your arms around my back, resting your head in the crook of my neck. You kiss me there, almost tenderly, but I’m already anticipating what’s next. Impatience builds as my mind screams at you to do it and you don’t disappoint me. Simultaneously you bite down, hard, in the same place you kissed me and thrust once, deep enough to fill me to the hilt. I shout at the sudden sensation of being overwhelmed, overcome by union and completion and connection.
You don’t give me any time to adapt to the full stretch but I dismiss that and relax in your grip as you continue to shallowly but quickly thrust into me. Already you’re panting; your breath hot against my skin, the hours of foreplay affecting us both so greatly that I know neither of us will last long.
Take me harder, take me deeper. I want to scream your gospel. Baptize me with our sin. Resurrect me. Make me blind and bring me sight, let me see your golden halo.
You move an arm down to grasp me around my lower back, tilting me at an angle that makes my ears ring with Hallelujah!’s. I can already feel the pressure coiling at the base of my spine and I wrap my legs around your body, my nails digging into your shoulder blades as I feel your muscles fluttering beneath my fingertips. Your thrusts become longer, stronger. You bled desperation as you became lost in the tightness of my body and the twin pressure threatening to boil over and send your synapses snapping.
The slickness of our bodies sliding together adds to a melting pot of sensations as I feel myself shift up the bed, the force of your pounding causing us to move. The only sounds in the room are of our skin slapping together obscenely, my moans, and your restrained whimpers as you pleaded for perfection.
The pressure inside of me became overpowering and I felt myself become completely submerged in waves of pleasure as I came white-hot against both our stomachs, still bucking up to meet your thrusts as I clenched around your cock. I gasped, breathless and voiceless, my eyes seeing starburst patterns dance to the rhythm of my heartbeat as it pounded in my ears. My release brought on your own and you grabbed my hips with both your hands and thrust once, twice, slamming into me and holding me against you as you tossed your head back and shuddered with a whine before collapsing atop me.
We laid there for countless minutes, entangled together while the destruction of our aftermath hung about us like a fallen angel.
My God, my religion. My savior.
Author:
sunshine_173Rating: NC-17 I guess
Pairing: BellDom
Summary: They have sex. It's really just pwp so there's not much to summarize.
Feedback: I wants it, my precious.
Disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you'd know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
Warning: Sexual relations. Naughty words, this and that. Oh, if you get squeamish over religious references and such, don't read this, cos there's quite a few of them.
Note: I've been wanting to write this for a couple days now, but alas, it's the holidays so I'm like COMPUTER, Y U NO PORTABLE. Anyway. For some reason this took me awhile to write, so of course I find it absolutely hilarious that when I finally finished writing it an hour ago, livejournal decided to go down. For an hour. And of course my determined little ass refused to go to sleep until it was posted. It's almost 6am now and I'm contemplating not even going to bed since I have to wake up in two and a half hours anyway. Bitch and moan forever.
There’s something beautiful in obsession, in restraint. In addiction and attraction, desire and devotion. Craving and craze and the mania of lust. The rapture of ecstasy and the frenzied feeling of infatuation. Need. Passion. The yearning and thirst I have, restraining the urge to press my hips up, up, into the divine warmth hovering above me.
Obey. Surrender and submit. My mind, body and soul acquiesce for the completion You’ve promised me. My God, my religion. My savior. Granting my hunger absolution and salvation. You know the taste of my sweat before it bleeds from my skin. You know the shape of my breath before it escapes from my lungs.
You came, you saw, you conquered.
Touch me. Tear me apart and crawl inside of me. Closer, too close and never close enough. Unity. Union. I burn for your touch and yet your touch is not enough. Even as you trail dangerous fingers over the line and hard angle of naked hipbones, I am not sated. Satisfaction calls for more, more of your skin covering mine until we are one, unable to decipher where I begin and you end. Connected at the most precious and fragile of places.
My mouth waters for you to take me. I can already feel you pulsing and shaking and claiming before it’s even begun. Possess me. Obtain me. Control me. Become me. Everything I am, everything you were, everything that will be, exists in and for these moments.
My body is spread before you, a feast for your winter eyes. I can see you watching me as you stand now, gaze flitting over my form, mapping out every erogenous zone again and again even though you’ve pressed, pinched, kissed, bit, licked every one of them until my body was thrumming like the vibrations of a thousand hummingbird wings.
I beg of you to command me, to bend my limbs into positions suitable for your needs. I am your toy, your doll, if only for tonight. I wish to service you but if servicing you is achieved by laying limp across a king-sized bed, tied back and caged, then so be it.
Devour me, for my patience is fleeting.
Angels whisper tales of victory as you sigh and once again set a knee upon the mattress. The Devil whips his seduction around us as you crawl on top of me, sliding your body against mine and the friction is more glorious than any Light. Centuries of echoed desires reverberate their holy damnation into my bloodstream and all I want is to be your lamb. Sacrifice me for your pleasure. I will be your martyr.
You lick a trail of fire up the center of my chest, kiss the hollow of my neck and I dare to moan out a strangled please, Dominic. Your response comes in the form of untying my hands and massaging my right wrist before you press your tongue flat against my palm and drag it upwards. I harden even more, to the point of pain, as you lower your length across my body, pinning me down with your weight, and begin to suck on my fingers, your tongue treating them like you did my cock. You press your erection against mine and the friction causes me to buck up against you, crying out as I continue to watch you bob your head, my eyes fixated where my fingers disappear into your mouth. You establish a rhythm, thrusting and grinding your hips into mine, our erections sliding together with pre-come and sweat.
You let go of my wrist, my fingers falling away from your mouth, and you bite your bottom lip as your hips stop their movement. I whine and you silence me with a stare, and I am once again owned. Submission.
I watch you spit into your palm and I sense rather than see you reach down between us and wrap your hand around your shaft. My breathing becomes increasingly shallow as you press your tip against my entrance and command me without words to spread my legs wider. You push forward until only your head is inside of me, but I’m already gasping, lungs expanding rapidly. It’s been so long since you last owned me like this. You didn’t prepare me but the burn was welcome, the familiar feeling of be so full coursing through my veins and I felt filthy.
Leaning forward over my body, you lift me up slightly and wrap your arms around my back, resting your head in the crook of my neck. You kiss me there, almost tenderly, but I’m already anticipating what’s next. Impatience builds as my mind screams at you to do it and you don’t disappoint me. Simultaneously you bite down, hard, in the same place you kissed me and thrust once, deep enough to fill me to the hilt. I shout at the sudden sensation of being overwhelmed, overcome by union and completion and connection.
You don’t give me any time to adapt to the full stretch but I dismiss that and relax in your grip as you continue to shallowly but quickly thrust into me. Already you’re panting; your breath hot against my skin, the hours of foreplay affecting us both so greatly that I know neither of us will last long.
Take me harder, take me deeper. I want to scream your gospel. Baptize me with our sin. Resurrect me. Make me blind and bring me sight, let me see your golden halo.
You move an arm down to grasp me around my lower back, tilting me at an angle that makes my ears ring with Hallelujah!’s. I can already feel the pressure coiling at the base of my spine and I wrap my legs around your body, my nails digging into your shoulder blades as I feel your muscles fluttering beneath my fingertips. Your thrusts become longer, stronger. You bled desperation as you became lost in the tightness of my body and the twin pressure threatening to boil over and send your synapses snapping.
The slickness of our bodies sliding together adds to a melting pot of sensations as I feel myself shift up the bed, the force of your pounding causing us to move. The only sounds in the room are of our skin slapping together obscenely, my moans, and your restrained whimpers as you pleaded for perfection.
The pressure inside of me became overpowering and I felt myself become completely submerged in waves of pleasure as I came white-hot against both our stomachs, still bucking up to meet your thrusts as I clenched around your cock. I gasped, breathless and voiceless, my eyes seeing starburst patterns dance to the rhythm of my heartbeat as it pounded in my ears. My release brought on your own and you grabbed my hips with both your hands and thrust once, twice, slamming into me and holding me against you as you tossed your head back and shuddered with a whine before collapsing atop me.
We laid there for countless minutes, entangled together while the destruction of our aftermath hung about us like a fallen angel.
My God, my religion. My savior.
