Mercy - oneshot

[sunshine_173]

Title: Mercy
Author: sunshine_173 
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: BellDom
Summary: For Dominic's birthday, Matthew decides to try a little something different. The end result isn't what he expecte- Who am I kidding, it's basically just porn.
Feedback: I'm a comment whore. Every time I read one, my heart goes *tingle*
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, Matt, or Dom. If I did, unspeakable acts would be committed.
Warning: Language, drinking, sex.
Note: Oh hey there one shot, where'd you come from? Yeah, I was supposed to be working on C&C, but alas I had a tiny plot form in my idea and I was like OOO SEXUAL. So tada. This is dedicated to the best big sister a girl could have, lalalive23 . I love her and finally understand what she means when she says it's difficult to not send me shit. It's painful, okay? Also, I half-assed edited this, so please pardon any grammatical/spelling errors. Toodles, kittens.

Blue eyes flamed like a live wire snapping free from its post, the serpentine metal slashing through the air and burning all it touches. The scorching azure pulsed with the beat of desire, creating a rhythmic dance intended only for someone lucky enough to witness their whirling depths. Thin, red lips curled into a knowing smirk and a glistening tongue snaked out to lick a slow swipe across a full bottom lip. Elegantly slender and long fingers wrapped around the stem of a champagne flute, bringing the clear and sparkling liquid to eager lips, the pink muscle darting out again to catch a stray drop at the corner of his mouth. Adam’s apple bobbing hungrily, the fingers of his other pale hand rubbed idly at the material of the black brace against his chest.

Matthew watched the laughing blonde a mere five meters from him, sitting on a barstool with a smoke and a smile, surrounded by chatty girls and a man or two. He'd been watching him all night, in fact. Sitting against the wall in the back of a dingy bar, turned sideways with one leg bent in front of him on the seat, his arm draped over his knee. The ebony haired man had noticed the blonde the moment he walked through the door only a few hours ago. He was dressed in tight black skinnies and a black button up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. The darkness of his clothes brought out highlights in his wide graphite eyes, and they sparkled seductively in the dim red lighting of the atmosphere. He had a faint trail of stubble along his jaw and chin, and Matthew wondered what it'd feel like to trail his tongue flat against it. Would it feel rough? Would his touch make the blonde shiver beneath him?

The very thought ran a tingle down the length of his spine and he clutched his glass tighter, the promise of a game of predator and prey causing the desire settling in him to burn even stronger.

Matthew brought his drink to his lips and frowned when he found it empty. At the same time, a waitress happened to pass by and quirked her eyebrow, gesturing silently at him. She'd been serving him all night, and Matthew respected her for not attempting to hit on him; he'd suffered through so many unoriginal pick-up lines that he was at the point of flat out refusing to be polite. Shaking his head, he figured it was time to make himself noticed.

Matthew stood, smoothing down his thin, white t-shirt and adjusted his braces. Reaching up, he ran a hand through is black hair, ruffling the silken locks. Biting his lip, he repressed a grin at the feel of several stares boring into him, and turned his head slightly to catch the eye of a red headed woman standing directly next to the blonde. She blushed when he met her gaze but smiled, most likely flattered that Matthew had chosen her to look at. He returned the smile and looked away, taking hold of his glass with two fingers and beginning a graceful stride to the barman. In only a few steps, he was within reaching distance of the blonde. He sensed when the group looked at him, and he wondered momentarily if the eyes he hoped were on him were. Matthew leaned against the bar, dangling the flute between his fingers and grinning to himself. The barman walked over, wordlessly grabbing the glass to refill it; Matthew had been at this particular bar enough for the staff to know exactly what he wanted at any given time.

When the chatter to his right resumed, he turned his head slowly to the side, glancing under dark and long eyelashes at the group beside him. It consisted of four scantily clad women, plastic breasts pushing against the tightness of their shirts, their fake nails pawing the air to the side of the blonde as they giggled at a story a tall brunette man told. The blonde nodded along, but Matthew saw that he wasn't paying attention, and his smile spread into a wide grin when grey eyes flickered towards his. He looked away automatically, a slight flush rising up on his cheeks, and Matthew tried not to laugh at his discomfort. Clearing his throat, the blonde threw his head back and swallowed the rest of his wine, setting the glass heavily down and gaining the attention of a thin woman with bleached hair. Matthew swallowed tightly, a small wave of irritation washing over him when the woman took a half step towards the blonde, her manicured hands coming to rest on the back of his chair.

The barman came back with Matthew's glass then, setting it in front of him with a quiet "it's on the house, Bells." He ignored it though, continuing instead to size up the woman. She noticed his stare and her eyes flickered back and forth between the two men, a small smirk resting on her heavily lipsticked mouth.

"Hello, mister." She drawled, an American twang accenting her voice. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she moved to stand in between Matthew and the blonde, setting her other hand within inches of Matthew's champagne.

Matthew rolled his eyes and snorted, grabbing his drink. Straightening, he turned to face her fully. Granting her a casual once over, he glanced again at the blonde, a pleased smile spreading across his face, and he turned to walk back to his booth. He heard her huff quietly behind him, and, trying not to giggle, resumed his previous sitting position, draping his arm over his knee once again.

Matthew leaned back against the wall, resting his head sideways on the frosty pane of the window and stared into the darkness and the light of the city outside. In the few seconds he looked into the blonde's eyes, he saw exactly what he needed to in order to finalize his plans and ready himself for the game he was so ready to begin.

Curiosity. Interest. Desire. 

The coolness of the glass against the side of his face did nothing to calm the inferno inside him, the need for completion and debauchery too extreme to be anything but fully sated. He felt coils of avidity and want settling at the base of his spine and he realized how long it'd been since he had last decided to be exhibitionistic.

Matthew straightened both of his legs out along the booth, completely relaxed and still leaning against the wall. He turned his head slowly, looking once again at the blonde. As he assumed, the grey eyed man was watching him surreptitiously, one hand tapping frantically on his knee. The dark haired man raised his hand away from his glass, gradually descending it to soon rest gently on his lower stomach. Long fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and then gently tugging it down. He allowed the tips of his fingers to brush lightly against the sparse, dark hair trailing down to the waistband of his white trousers, and when he visibly saw the blonde fidget in his seat, he brought his fingers to rub slightly harder against his abdominal muscles, the edge of his shirt resting above his navel. Drawing the tip of his middle finger around his belly button, he traced a slow line down, following the hair and reaching the button of his trousers. He circled the brass three times, his movements controlled, before returning to the waistband, following the edge and lazily tracing back and forth. Dropping his right leg off of the seat, he bent the other at the knee and pressed it against the back of the booth, spreading his legs a few inches.

When Matthew glanced back at the blonde, gazing up through lidded eyes, he was momentarily shocked to find all but one of the women gone, the blonde turned around in his seat and staring directly at Matthew, his eyes wide and trained on the pale fingers dancing along the zipper of white pants.

Matthew grinned wickedly and applied the slightest pressure to his groin, starting a slow massage, his cock coming to life under his fingertips. His eyes began to roll back into his head at the feeling; he'd denied himself release for a week, and it felt positively divine to touch himself once more. Cupping himself, he gently rolled his hips up into his hand, starting a slow grind, and continued to alternate between squeezing and rubbing, bringing himself gradually passed a semi-erection. He held back a gasp at the shooting pleasure racing through his veins, permeating through every cell and molecule in his body until he was radiating with unadulterated lust. The sight of the blonde staring, mouth open and chest rising and falling with his visible pants, only added fuel to the wildfire burning inside of Matthew.

A sudden drunken cat call caused both men to jump, Matthew quickly bringing his legs together and wincing. The blonde turned around and grabbed his glass, finding it refilled, and downed it in one go.

Matthew started giggling to himself, remembering in that moment why he never ventured into the realm of pleasuring himself in public, the idea of being caught thrilling, and yet when you actually were, terribly mortifying. He glanced up at the blonde, seeing a small half-smirk which caused his cheek to dimple. His giggles died down though when grey eyes peeked at him sideways, the pupils so dilated that they seemed to have consumed the irises. Matthew found himself caught in that glance of stormy seas and thundering clouds, and as the blonde turned fully around, never breaking eye contact, he nearly became short of breath, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest and his adrenaline pumping faster as he though of the next step in the game.

Matthew slid smoothly out of his booth, quickly walking towards the bar but bypassing the blonde, instead going behind the counter and finding the barman, who showed mild surprise when a wild-eyed man appeared at his side.

"David. I need the keys. Now."

Sighing, he set down the glass he was drying off and, unquestioningly, unhooked the strand of ten or so keys from his belt loop. "You know when this place closes."

Matthew snatched them from his friend's hand, spinning on his heel and making a B line towards the blonde, who was now standing in front of his seat, watching Matthew's every move.

The dark haired man stopped at the end of the counter, setting his hand atop of the table and trailing it along the surface awhile he slowly stepped towards the blonde, his stride careful but confident. Blue eyes scorched across the distance between them and met the coolness of liquid mercury.

Matthew stopped in his tracks.

There was something present in the molten depths of the blonde's eyes, something that raised the hairs on the back of Matthew's neck. Something that tilted his axis, his very core turning upside down and then right-side-up. A presence that caused Matthew's very being to suddenly become instilled with a cocktail of lust and fear and curiosity and shock. There was a dominance possessing the blonde, a raw masculinity that billowed up around him with the near intent of intimidating Matthew, but instead it shot straight to his now straining erection.

Matthew sensed more than saw the blonde raise his hands and grasp his wrists, spreading his arms as he took a step towards and to the side of Matthew, turning him with his body until he was pressed against the counter by the warmth and strength of the blonde's grasp and his body, standing taller by only a couple inches but carrying an aura that made him seem a giant.

The blonde squeezed Matthew's wrists and pressed them harder and yet the hold was gentle. "I'm tired of pretending, Matthew." A low and rough voice came out, a tongue darting out to lick full lips.

Matthew shivered at the sound of his full name rolling out of that mouth, feeling suddenly vulnerable in the presence of his lover. "It's your birthday, Dominic." He replied, his attempt at trying to regain control as he tugged out of his hold failing.

Dominic held strong, though, keeping a firm grasp of Matthew's right wrist. He took a fraction of a step towards the smaller man, his body now hovering lightly against the length of Matthew's.

"I can feel you." Dominic whispered this into Matthew's hair, his head bent and lips brushing against the rim of his ear. He punctuated the third word with a slight snap of his hips, his hipbone quickly pressing into Matthew's erection before releasing contact. Dominic let go of Matthew and stepped back, the predatorial look in his eye withdrawing, but still there, hidden behind a mask of innocence. "Lead the way."

Matthew stared at Dominic for a few seconds before snapping back into his earlier façade, stepping quickly around the blonde and walking towards the far back corner of the bar, ignoring the stares of the few people still remaining. He didn't need to turn around to make sure Dominic was following him; He knew he was, undoubtedly.

Passed a small dance floor and several tables, against the wall and almost hidden, a set of narrow and wooden stairs led up to a black door. Matthew led Dominic up the steps, grey eyes trained on the arse in front of him. 

Standing before the door, Matthew fumbled with the keys when he felt the heat of the blonde standing directly behind him, and he repressed another shiver when Dominic nuzzled the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and trailing his nose up to his hairline. Matthew exhaled, his breath shuddering, when he found the right key and turned the knob, pushing the door open and stepping in and away from Dominic. The small loft was chilly, the only light coming from a medium-sized window overlooking the city. Dominic shut the door behind them, encasing the room in near complete darkness. Matthew felt around for a moment, searching for the light switched, and dropped the keys accidentally. The jangle they made when they hit the floor caused him to jump a little, the sound seeming to come from everywhere. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his waist, and he was scared momentarily before he felt the familiar touch of Dominic circling him from behind. A quiet flip sounded out and a single lamp flickered to life, the room filling with a dull yellowish white light.

There was full sized bed in the farthest corner, taking up most of the space in the room. A side table sat to the side of it, a small sofa under the window with a boxy TV against the opposite wall.

Matthew went to move but found himself held back, a strong arm wrapped around his waist. A quiet "no" was spoken in a commanding tone and Matthew felt a chill run through him at the return of dominance in his lover's voice. He tried to turn around but the arm tightened. Sighing, he used as much strength as he could to face Dominic, his fidgeting causing the blonde to let go, only to grab him by the shoulder. Pushing him back into the wall, Dominic placed both of his hands flat on either side of Matthew's head, his body practically on top of the smaller man. Dominic refused to meet the blue eyed stare, instead keeping his sight trained on Matthew's Adam's apple, bobbing against the pale skin of his neck. Slowly, he bowed his head down, tilting it to the side. He extended his tongue, licking a hot and lazy path from the hollow of Matthew's neck, tracing up his jugular vein to the underside of his jaw.

Matthew let out a sudden mewl, his head falling to the side to allow Dominic better access. The blonde pressed closer, his own erection making itself present against Matthew's hipbone. He licked a downwards trail to the base of his neck, the salty and sweet taste of the ivory skin causing his mouth to water. Dominic began to suck on a patch of skin directly under his jaw and to the left of his neck, making Matthew squirm, one of his hands shooting up to grab onto Dominic's shirt, the material bunching in his hand. He began to lave the reddening skin with his tongue, nipping him gently. Dominic pushed harder against Matthew, starting a shallow grind, his hips snapping slowly as he moved a hand to grab a fistful of black hair, pulling Matthew's head back. He automatically went for his throat, nibbling on the skin there and gasping at the sensations that flooded his body when their cocks rubbed together for the first time.

Dominic hadn't tasted Matthew in too long. The blonde had been denied his daily fulfillment because of some enigmatic game his lover was playing at. Mathew had refused to budge, not once letting any hint out on what he was planning. He had come up to Dominic a week previous, telling him - no, forcing him - not to touch himself, not to get off at all for seven excruciating days. Seven days of Matthew becoming the most teasing and coquettish person he'd ever witnessed. When he found a handwritten letter resting on his pillow several hours before, telling him where to go, what to do, he couldn't find it in him to not be intrigued, especially at the hope of sating the want that'd been waiting in the shadows for hours upon days.

And now, with the feel of Matthew's small, lithe, and hard body writhing and pushing and moaning against his, stretching his neck taut and pressing Dominic closer to him, his hips incessantly rubbing and creating more and more friction against his own, he knew he wouldn't be able to wait much longer before he'd have to have him.

It seemed like Matthew had other plans though.

With a bout of surprisingly deceptive strength, he spun himself and Dominic around, the blonde now the one captured and pressed into the wall. Slender fingers wrapped around resisting wrists and pushed them above his head, holding them there with both hands. Their arms raised, Matthew pressed himself against the length of the blonde's body, nudging a single knee between his legs and pressing his thigh hard against Dominic's straining cock.

Dominic hissed, inhaling quickly, eyes fluttering closed. His head fell back and hit the wall and his nostrils flared, his hips pushing back with equal force on their own accord.

"Fuck, Matt." Dominic groaned, the increasing pressure and heat causing him to momentarily lose concentration, his mind so ensnared by the feel of Matthew's expert body rolling into his mercilessly.

"Do you like that?" Matthew practically growled out, his voice suddenly close to Dominic's ear, and the blonde jumped, eyes widening, when Matthew bit down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "God, I want you so bad." He brought one hand down and grabbed the collar of Dominic's shirt, starting to tug it down. Clumsily, he undid the first few buttons, revealing the skin of Dominic's tanned and smooth chest and collarbones. Leaning down, he licked up a bead of sweat that had pooled in the hollow of his collarbone. He dragged his teeth up Dominic's neck, wetly kissing the side of his jaw. With his other hand, he pushed Dominic's wrists once more against the wall before letting go, Dominic obediently keeping them in place, and brought his hand down to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Nearly ripping apart the material, he leaned back, eyes darkening at the sight of his lover's hardened nipples, his long torso and swimmer's build, the trail of light hair leading down from his navel, the slightly darker underarm hair peeking out from behind the edges of his shirt. 

In the yellow light of the lamp, Dominic seemed to radiate. His golden hair glowed, his skin slick and shiny with perspiration. Shadows fell across his body, accentuating the leanness of his muscles, the prominence of his erection pressing against his jeans.

"I don't think I've ever seen you more beautiful than you are right now." Matthew whispered, his eyes wide and warring, awe and desire battling for the dominant emotion.

Breathing shallowly, Dominic peered at him from under his eyelashes. "That's quite the statement, Bellamy." He began to lower his arms, earning a low tsch from Matthew.

"I wouldn't do that, darling." His eyes sparkled and flashed through a series of emotions all circling around hunger.

But Dominic did anyway, taking a step away from the wall and allowing his black shirt to fall weightless from his shoulders. It hit the floor soundlessly, and Dominic took another step towards Matthew, barely two inches from touching him.

"You're not fucking me tonight, Matthew."

Matthew's eyes at first narrowed, but then he caught that look swimming around in Dominic's grey pools, that darkness and dominance and possessive presence in the shadows of his irises which were slowly being devoured by the blackness of his pupils. The testosterone in the air seemed to skyrocket, the hairs on the back of Matthew's neck rising and the skin of his arms becoming covered in gooseflesh. He didn't understand why, but by that one feral look he was becoming frightened of what would happen next, and he realized belatedly that he was not in control of his carefully constructed game any longer.

Taking a stumbling backwards step, Matthew tried to back away from the quiet power radiating from the very essence of the blonde. Dominic mirrored his movement, an aura of predation inhabiting the air around him.

"Take off your shirt."

The command was quiet, controlled, but with an authority that found Matthew's hands unquestioningly flying the hem of his shirt, tugging it up only to realize the braces in his way. He grunted in frustration, his wide eyes never leaving Dominic's. Slowly though, he pulled the braces off, knowing just how much Dominic truly loved to see him wear them slung around his hips. Sure enough, when they dropped, the blonde's eyes flickered downwards for a moment, snapping back up to meet Matthew's smirking gaze. The smile was wiped off immediately though, the dominance returning tenfold, and he found himself actually repressing a shiver. Again, Matthew went for his shirt, the lead stare burning into his very being. He started to become impatient, and once the shirt was over his head he threw it to the side, not caring where it landed. His chest rose and fell quickly, his breaths coming heavy and he knew without asking what Dominic wanted next.

He figured he might as well have some fun with it.

Lifting one hand to his mouth, he traced his bottom lip with a single finger before slipping it inside, his cheeks immediately hollowing. He began to pump the finger in and out of his mouth, adding a second and he sucked them, his other hand trailing down his chest and rubbing a darkened nipple before quickly dropping to the zipper and button on his trousers. Dominic's own trousers tightened infinitesimally at the suggestion Matthew's sucking gave, and he lowered his gaze to watch the most beautiful hands he'd ever seen push the button through its slit, pinching the zipper between two fingers and gradually lowering it, separating the teeth and revealing that Matthew wore no boxers.

"Stop."

The word was whispered, no, groaned out, a quiet breathlessness shrouding it.

Of course, obediently, he stopped, releasing his fingers with a pop and letting go of the zipper, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

Dominic took a small step forward, then another, till he was standing directly in front of his lover. With gentle hands, he reached out to cup Matthew's face, merely inches from his own. "I don't think I've ever wanted you as much as I do right now. Nor have I ever been more turned on. You minx." Lips twitching up into a half-smirk, Dominic leaned slowly forward, his intent glaringly obvious as his eyes flickered down to stare at the red mouth of the smaller man.

Lips hovering a breath apart, Dominic lightly rubbed his thumbs on the high cheekbones of Matthew's face. The raven haired man sighed, eyes fluttering closed, and Dominic tilted his head to the side, leaning in and gently brushing his lips across Matthew's. Matthew quivered beneath the touch of the blonde, his hands leaving his sides and coming up to flatly press against his back, his fingers digging into the flesh there and urging Dominic, begging him, but before he could let out a small whine of protest at the lack of a full kiss, Dominic pressed his lips hard against Matthew's, passion and urgency now fueling the kiss.

In that second, they were both consumed by each other's desire, Matthew's mouth opening immediately when he felt a tongue trace his bottom lip. The blonde explored the inside of his mouth, relearning all that he'd been depraved of in their week of celibacy, and soon Matthew's own tongue joined in an ancient dance of passion.

Dominic's hand slid to grab hold of the back of Matthew's head, tilting his head further and probing into his mouth deeper, his other hand falling down to cup his bum. Matthew hitched his right leg up, wrapping it tightly around Dominic's waist and clinging onto his body, his hands leaving their hold on his back and grabbing his shoulders instead, pulling him closer and closer against him but it wasn't enough. The heat between them intensified and Matthew's head fell back as he cried out when Dominic ground against him, the rough material of his skinnies rubbing against the sensitive skin of his erection, which had promptly fallen out of his trousers in all the movement. Dominic instantly went for Matthew's neck, biting and sucking and licking whatever skin he could find until the perfect ivory flesh was marred by angry, red bite marks, his saliva and Matthew's sweat causing his skin to shine and define his protruding veins. Further down he went, nipping along the length of his collarbone and giving it the same treatment as his neck. Matthew wrapped his other leg around Dominic's waist, the blonde carrying him and pressing their groins tightly together, both of his hands now kneading the firmness of Matthew's arse.

Matthew brought his hands up, his fingers lacing and bunching in golden locks, and roughly pushed Dominic harder against his neck, his head thrown back as he panted, overwhelmed by the onslaught of feeling. "B-Bed. Bed. Now. Fuck Dominic, please." Matthew's hips were grinding harder into Dominic's and the intensity of this interaction was causing him to shake and moan, the blood in his veins pumping faster than he thought possible.

Wordlessly, Dominic started to walk quickly backwards, the backs of his knees soon hitting the bed, and he turned, letting go of Matthew and dropped him onto the mattress. His body bounced once, twice, his erection heavy on his stomach.

Dominic stopped, the sight of Matthew leaning back on his elbows, legs spread wide and cock leaking for him, only him, his chest heaving with the exertion of breathing, lips swollen and red, eyes wide and so dark against the starkness of his pale complexion, his whole body dripping and exuding undeniable, unadulterated and violently pure need.

The time it took Dominic to unzip and pull out of his skinnies was impressive.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Dominic reached out and slowly tugged off Matthew's trousers, each new inch of his smooth thighs making him want to rip the damned things off. When they were finally free of all clothing, Dominic crawled up the small space towards Matthew's quivering body. On his hands and knees, he dropped his head down and placed a single kiss on Matthew's left knee, switching to the other side to repeat the gesture. Further up he went, continuing in this fashion and bypassing Matthew's cock entirely. Licking a hipbone, his fingers danced over his ribs, fluttering upwards towards a nipple.

His fingertips circled around the hardened nub, gently at first, before surprising Matthew and roughly pinching them, causing the ebony haired man to arch up into the touch and wail out. Dominic brought his mouth to his other nipple, laving it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth mercilessly. Matthew continued to writhe, one of his own hands tangling its fingers in Dominic's hair, pressing and urging. Hovering over the small body, Dominic reached up with his other hand and lightly grabbed hold of Matthew's, fingers wrapping around the thin wrist and pulling it away from his head, down towards face, where he placed a single kiss on each knuckle. Sentimentality gone, he quickly flattened his tongue on the palm and licked up, pointing his tongue between the juncture of his fore and middle finger. Tracing each digit, he drew them between his lips, curling the wet muscle around them and beginning to suck and thrust them into his mouth.

Matthew moaned loudly, following the movement with his eyes, his hips unconsciously thrusting up in time with each pump into the heat of Dominic's mouth.

Too soon, Dominic released his fingers with a nip on the tips, slithering down Matthew's shaking body with a series of kisses down his torso. Matthew began to quietly whimper when he realized Dominic's destination.

"Shitting hell, you're so fucking sexy, Matt." Dominic groaned out, propped up on his elbows and gazing at the length of Matthew's body. His eyes flashed with mischief. "You have a gorgeous cock, you know that?" Grinning, he reached out a hand and traced shapes in the crease of his thigh and groin. "It's the perfect length, the perfect thickness. God, always ready, too. It's like a motherfucking robot." He snorted at this, dragging a finger down. "You make my mouth water when I see you dripping like that. I physically ache when you grind against me, the feel of you, desperate and so hard you'll leave bruises. I'd rather die than never be able to suck on you again." Matthew's breathing quickened, his cock twitching when Dominic leaned down, tongue extended and eyes boring into Matthew's.

When Dominic's tongue licked a slow, burning line up from the base of his shaft to his head, Matthew threw his head back against the bed, pressing the side of his face into the pillow and clenching his teeth, his breaths coming out faster than before. When Dominic's fiery mouth encased his head, his tongue pushing hard has he licked up the weeping precome, Matthew unconsciously thrust his hips up, his hands tightening their hold on the bed sheets when the blonde began to suck with a vengeance. When Dominic took in inch by inch of his length, Matthew's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he traced patterns with his tongue on the smooth skin, Matthew whimpered, the blonde's name on his lips.

Pressure began to coil at the base of Matthew's spine, his hips starting to buck uncontrollably. His eyes rolled back into his head as he became closer and closer to that precipice of ultimate desire, the heat and tightness of Dominic's mouth creating a vacuum around him.

Dominic let go without warning, the weight of Matthew's cock resting against the pout of his lower lip momentarily.

Matthew exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his chest rising and falling.

"I'm going to fuck you now." Dominic had no question in his voice, his statement just that: a stating of obvious truth."I want you to prepare yourself."

Unquestioningly, Matthew drew two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them till they were properly lubricated. Dominic watched with heavily lidded eyes, spitting into the palm of his own hand and wrapping his fingers around his painfully hard and neglected erection. Tugging himself, he began to fuck his fist as he watched Matthew widen his legs further, bringing his knees up towards his chest, and circled the tip of his middle finger around his opening. Matthew whined lowly as he pushed the digit in, passed the tight ring of muscle, his slender finger rubbing against thousands of nerve endings, each one sending a shooting pleasure throughout his entire body.

Pumping it once, twice, a third time, he moaned, head thrown back in abandon as he pushed down on his finger, adding a second, and began to fuck himself. Dominic squeezed his cock and matched Matthew's pace, swirling his thumb in the liquid beading at his slit. The tendons in Matthew's arm strained, and on a certain thrust, Matthew's entire body went rigid, his back arching off the bed, and he cried out, thrusting his fingers harder and faster than before, his cock flopping wildly against his stomach at his frantic pace.

Dominic felt himself nearing, the sight of Matthew so violently fingering himself and imagining it was his cock replacing those magnificent hands, he let go of himself. "Stop. God, fucking stop, I need to fuck you now, Matt." His voice had lost the control and dominance it had previously had, need overpowering any and every though going through his mind. Obediently, Matthew stopped immediately, withdrawing his fingers, and breathing heavily, the affects of his self-stimulation visibly bringing him nearly to the brink a second time.

Crawling up his body, Dominic kissed Matthew with a new ferocity, a blind intensity that threatened to consume them both.

"Promise me you never make us wait this long again." Dominic breathed into Matthew's mouth, sucking on his tongue before allowing him ability to speak.

"I promise. Fuck, I promise." Groaning, Matthew wrapped his legs around Dominic's waist, both hissing when their cocks rubbed against each other over and over. "No more teasing. I-I...fuck Dom, hurry the fuck up and get inside me."

Dominic giggled at his impatience, Matthew too grinning and reaching a hand to cup Dominic's face.

He kissed him again, gently, but the passion behind it was enough to make Dominic's heart beat doubletime. "I love you, Dom." Matthew whispered against his lips, a choked whine trailing behind when the tip of Dominic's cock pressed against his opening.

"I love you, angel." He sealed their lips, grabbing hold of Matthew's hips before thrusting in once.

They yelled out simultaneously, Matthew so very full of Dominic, the blonde ensnared by the burning hot tightness of his lover. Dominic leaned down, catching him in another kiss as he pulled out, only to thrust back in a second later. Swallowing Matthew's shout, he massaged his tongue with his own, his hand coming to wrap around Matthew's cock as he continued to thrust slowly, deeply, into him. He matched his rhythm, his other hand keeping hold of Matthew's hip.

"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight." Dominic moaned into his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut and face twisted in pleasure.

The slow thrusting was agonizing in its intensity for Matthew, his whimpers growing in volume as he met every thrust with a downwards push. "Please, faster." He whined quietly, hands coming to grasp Dominic's tensing shoulder blades.

Dominic smirked but continued the slow thrusting, watching with amusement dancing in his eyes as Matthew groaned in frustration. He tilted his hips on an inward thrust and Matthew forgot all about speed, his world brightening in small explosions of light and sensation.

"Dominic!" Matthew shouted, his mouth staying open in a small O.

Grinning, Dominic pecked Matthew's bottom lip, bowing his head to starting sucking on the sweet spot on his neck. At the same time, he increased his thrusts exponentially, Matthew shouting out and clinging to him. Sweat ran down Matthew's slender neck in tiny rivulets, Dominic following them with his tongue. On every other thrust, Dominic hit his prostate hard, each time causing Matthew to wail and shake, wail and shake, his frame trembling.

Dominic grabbed hold of Matthew, wrapping his arms around him as he changed positions. Now kneeling, he held Matthew by his waist, the smaller man's legs hitched high around Dominic's back. Thrusting, Matthew emitting sounds like a common whore, he bounced on top of Dominic, holding onto his shoulders as he tossed his head back, the blonde taking the opportunity to bite the juncture of his neck and shoulder, causing him to cry out.

"Oh God, yes, Dom. So good. Oh fuuuck!" He shouted at a particularly deep thrust, his arching body bouncing on Dominic's cock and the blonde firmly wanked him, digging his thumbnail into his slit, Matthew bucking.

Dominic rolled him onto his back again, grabbing hold of his legs and throwing them over his shoulder, the new angle giving him the ability to thrust in deeper. Holding his hips tightly, his fingernails digging into the fleshy bits of his sides and leaving crescent imprints, he started drilling himself into Matthew, slamming into his prostrate with every thrust.

"FUCK! Dominic, oh fuck." Matthew screamed, his eyes wide, the pleasure so immense, so jarring that tears were threatening to spill over. "Oh shitting bludgering motherfucking cunt arseh- FUCK DOM."

Dominic was mercilessly thrusting into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the air and creating a symphony of lust and sex.

"Fucking hell, Matt, you're so hot." Dominic groaned out, Matthew erratically pulling on his cock. "God, you like it hard, don't you?" Matthew answered with a strangled moan, his eyes rolling to the back his head. "Fuck, you're not going to be able to walk straight for days. Good." He sped up his thrusts even more, leaning forward and pressing Matthew's knees against his chest, trapping his hand beneath him. "I want people to know how good you got fucked. Want them to know that you're mine." He felt the familiar tightening of his muscles, the pleasure so strong it almost hurt. So strong, Matthew now had streams of salty tears running down his cheeks, his shaking hands reaching for Dominic.

The blonde let go of his legs and they fell back around his waist, but he didn't lessen in the pace. Leaning down, he met Matthew half and caught his cries with his mouth, kissing away the tears as they dripped down.

"I'm yours, Dom. I'm yours and I love you. Oh fuck gonna come!" He clung to Dominic like a second skin, his vision blurring from the intensity and the tears.

Dominic stared into the glittering blue eyes as they widened impossibly more, the pupils suddenly dilating as he felt his body go rigid and shake and streams of hot come shot out across his abdomen, Matthew's head falling back as he still pushed into Dominic's thrusts, riding out his orgasm as long as possible.

"I dunno what I did to get you, but I love you. So fucking much." Dominic whispered this into Matthew's neck, the pressure at the base of his spine increasing tenfold as he teetered on the precipice. "Fuck Matt!" His vision shattered into a million pieces, each radiating prismatic colors, all shades of the rainbow and even unnamed hues, his own tears blinding his sight and he held Matthew tight against him, as if he was the only thing keeping him tied down to Earth and from floating away into a limbo of post coital bliss.

Collapsing onto the bed, he pulled out, wincing at the sensitivity. He turned his head, gazing at Matthew to find his eyes heavily lidded with sleep, a lazy smile on his face. His muscles felt like lead when he raised his arm to pull the ebony haired man against him.

Matthew curled into a ball against his chest, his hair tickling Dominic's nose. "Happy birthday, love." Reaching around, he grabbed hold of the sheets and wrapped them around him and Dominic.

The blonde giggled, nuzzling into the warmth of his lover.