Crimson & Clover: Chapter 4 Part 2

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Title: Crimson & Clover

Author: sunshine_173  
Rating: R (finally)
Pairing: BellDom/Original characters
Summary: When Dominic, a young college student from NYC, visits his sister in a small town in Southern Italy, he comes across Matthew, an Italian born, English raised wine maker and connoisseur. After their brief encounter, Dominic finds himself taken by this enigmatic and seductive man. During the two months of summer, he experiences more than he could've imagined. 
Feedback: I'm a comment whore. Every time I read one, miniature fairies take handfuls of love from my heart and dispense them into yours.
Disclaimer:  I think if I owned Muse, you would know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
Warning: Grinding and language and coming and all that fun stuff 

Note: IT'S SUMMMERRR. IT'S SUMMMMEEERRRRR. Well it's been summer for a week but stfu, life has suddenly decided to let me have it. Anyway, I'm a little bitch for waiting months to post the second bit of this chapter and I'll be honest I don't really have much to say aside from the fact I just...haven't been in the mood BUT I'M IN THE MOOD FOREVER NOW. Big thanksies to sheerpoetry and lalalive23  for reading over this and being fabulous and threatening to wake me up with persistent texts if I fall asleep during certain parties.

 

For a moment, it seemed to Dominic as if everyone, everything, was soaked. In sweat, in lust, in music.

The swivel of the tantalizing hips entranced him, his eyes focused on the sway of Matthew’s narrow frame. Despite the mass of bodies pressed in rhythm rocking around him, he was cemented to the floor, unable to slip away from the magnetism between the brunette and himself. 

He was fleetingly thankful that Matthew had his back to him; having those eyes pinning him in place would’ve been far too much for him to handle. The blonde fastened his attention on the shape of the body before him, the tightness of Matthew’s jeans pronouncing the pertness of his arse. Dominic’s mouth started to salivate and he was mildly taken aback at the onslaught of desire he suddenly felt, his trousers seeming to grow tighter the closer those hips got to him. 

The music changed, the beat causing the crowd to shift rhythm in unison. Hands were thrown in the air, and Dominic watched as the brunette’s arms raised slowly, his shirt sliding upwards, graciously revealing a few inches of gleaming olive skin. Small dents lay above the curve of his bum on either side of his spine and Dominic craved to taste the sweat on his skin. 

Someone pushed into him from behind, forcing him to take a step forward in order to not fall, and he found himself nearly pressed against Matthew. He could feel the heat radiating from the lithe body, could almost sense every move he made. Swallowing, the blonde inhaled quickly, trying to detect the scent of Matthew’s sweat over all the others. Nervously he reached out a timid hand and held it over the side of Matthew’s right hip, hovering, unsure whether he should clasp down and pull his body against the brunette’s. 

Before he could finish his thought, though, another’s hand fisted in his hair, pulling tightly, nails scraping his scalp. A yelp caught in Dominic’s throat when the fist loosened some, still firm but not painfully so. Heat was all he felt when Matthew abruptly shoved his body against Dominic’s and slowly pressed into his groin, the pressure causing the blonde’s vision to cross for a second as Matthew began to grind into his half erection. 

Dominic gasped loudly, the noise drowned out by the crescendoing music. Matthew’s other hand blindly reached back, fingers grabbing and finding purchase in the belt loop on Dominic’s right hip. Dominic could feel Matthew’s back muscles fluttering as the smaller man yanked his body forward by the waist and pushed his head down. He found his face pressed against sweet-smelling skin, Matthew’s neck stretched taut, straining, as he tilted his head back and to the side, resting on Dominic’s shoulder. 

Attempting to calm his breathing, Dominic shut his eyes, the warmth coming from the lean, slender form melded onto him too much for his mind to process in the heat of the club, the swarm of other oblivious bodies not helping him. Muted lights strobed, their glow dancing across the inside of his eyelids. He inhaled deeply but before he could completely fill his lungs but a sharp backwards snap of narrow hips ceased his breath. Jaw falling open as Matthew’s bum repeated the motion into his groin, he unconsciously reached both hands out and grasped the brunette’s waist. 

Digging his fingertips into Matthew’s skin, he curved his hands over the shape of his hipbones, the very feel of being so close to the one thing he didn’t think he would have ever wanted making him harden even more. He roughly pulled Matthew against him, trying to achieve further closeness despite already being so near him. His head tilted back and he emitted a soft groan, and for a moment he forgot where he was or who it was he began to grind into. He completely lost himself in desire, the feeling of his now fully hardened cock nestled so lovingly and tightly against Matthew’s arse was all his lust-ridden mind was centered on. 

His eyes snapped open when he felt nails scratch his scalp, a ceiling of red lights and electrical cords greeting him, but this time the pain didn’t hurt him. Instead, the sting jolted through his nerves and the pressure that had started building at the base of his spine increased significantly. Turning his eyes on the head still thrown back against his shoulder, he took a moment to savor every detail of the man in front of him. Dark brown, wavy hair was matted against damp skin, the ends flipping out near his ears, and Dominic wanted to run his fingers through the tresses just to memorize the texture of the hundreds of strands that would brush against his fingerprints. His eyes were closed, eyelashes long and curled upwards, fluttering against high cheekbones, and Dominic was partly saddened that the vibrant shade of his irises were hidden from him, but he knew that the moment Matthew’s eyelids trembled open he’d be a prisoner. A pale bottom lip glistened as it fell open, revealing a dancing pink tongue, and Dominic wondered if it would taste as sweet as the lollipop he wished it to be. Dominic’s mouth watered as his eyes traveled down from his jaw line to the stretched expanse of his neck, and the longing he felt as he gazed at Mathew’s bobbing Adam’s apple caused his trousers to tighten even more. 

A bead of sweat slid downwards, following the line of his jugular vein, and Dominic found himself leaning his head forward, eyes trained, but before he could get any closer he felt sudden heat against his face. Not the heat of desire or the heat of a hundred desperate bodies, but the heat of someone’s stare. 

 
Dominic felt a smile twitch at the corner of his mouth yet he had no control over himself as he tilted his head to the right to find Matthew’s eyes wide open, watching him with a dark glint. The hand on Dominic’s hip let go of his belt loop and his breathing hitched has he felt long fingers crawling along his waistband.

 
He was right; he was a prisoner. Matthew’s eyes, dilated and lidded, looking almost pitch-black in the sensual lighting of the club, held his own, and everything around them dimmed. It was as if everything slowed down, the music completely drowned out and the crowd surrounding them seeming to blur and disappear until it was as if it was only them standing together. Time inched as quickly as Matthew’s fingers. Dominic could feel his blood pulsing through his veins and his eyes start to become uncomfortably dry but he couldn’t find it in himself to blink for fear that he would miss one nanosecond of the electricity sparking behind the live wire of Matthew’s irises. 

Time entirely stilled, the world frozen on its axis in preparation of a seismic shift, as the brunette’s slender fingers found the zipper and button. In one elegant and measured move, he undid his trousers, and slipped his hand inside, wrapping those fingers around Dominic’s length.

Matthew grabbed a larger handful of Dominic’s hair, making sure to softly scratch him, and pulled his face closer to his own. Only inches away, Matthew’s eyes broke contact, darting down to glance at the blonde’s parted lips before tracing over his features. Dominic’s eyes fluttered quickly, in time for Matthew’s to meet his once more.

Then everything stopped. 

Dominic stumbled confusedly when Matthew’s hands disappeared, when his warmth and his body completely separated themselves from Dominic’s. The brunette spun around on his heel, not even half a foot away, and looked up to meet Dominic’s eye. The look in them was different, darker. A tad more wicked; daring and curious. He swallowed nervously, oblivious that he was nearly falling out of his pants.

Matthew’s lips parted, his pink tongue darting out for a second before he slowly grinned. Glancing down, he looked up at Dominic through his eyelashes and shuffled forwards till he was once again pressed against him. The blonde’s eyes widened when he felt a foreign hardness against his thigh. 

His smile widened when Dominic’s eyes dilated in understanding and desire. “Ti senti così cazzo grande.” 

Dominic jumped before he had time to try and process the smoothness of Matthew’s voice or the pronunciation of syllables, and his eyes fluttered closed for a second as Matthew’s hand returned to his cock, squeezing in time to the bass. He wrapped his other arm around Dominic’s waist, his hand clutching his back, and he buried his face in Dominic’s neck. The blonde shuddered, a moan escaping, when Matthew licked a slow, burning path upwards and started to grind against him once more. 

Again, Matthew removed his hand from Dominic’s trousers, swiftly rebuttoning them before replacing his hand with a sharp hipbone, Dominic letting out a confused noise. Grabbing another handful of hair, Matthew clung to Dominic.

Groaning, Dominic began to grind in synch with the brunette, his hands automatically going for Matthew’s arse. A muffled “oh” was breathed against Dominic’s skin when he squeezed experimentally, the feel of a man pressed so tightly against him too much for his mind to fully process. Pleasure coursed through him, the strangeness of another’s erection grinding into him feeling unusually perfect, and for a fleeting second he thought of falling to his knees just to know what it’d feel like to have a cock in his mouth. 

Matthew bucked sharply, once, twice, Dominic’s eyes fluttering shut. Shifting his hips, they both hissed as their erections met, and Dominic dragged a desperate hand up, bunching the white t-shirt that stuck to Matthew’s back. Matthew brought both of his hands to Dominic’s face, bringing their faces level. His hands were soft, the pads of his fingers slightly calloused but his touch was almost tender, Dominic wanting to sigh at the feel of it.

Still gently thrusting against one another, Matthew lowered his eyes and traced the shape of Dominic’s lips with the tip of his left thumb, Dominic shivering at the touch. Dominic swallowed as he watched Matthew watch him, the brunette’s eyes flickering between Dominic’s and his lips. Swallowing again, his grinding slowed to match Matthew’s pace, and he felt his heart begin to race as Matthew began to lean his head closer, until their noses brushed and Dominic’s heart faltered for a millisecond. 

It might’ve stopped altogether when Matthew grazed his bottom lip against Dominic’s, but he wasn’t entirely able to differentiate whether his pulse was originating in his heart or in his cock. 

 
Matthew hovered there, his lips barely pressed against Dominic’s. Breathing lightly, his tongue gently traced over his bottom lip, gingerly touching Dominic’s bottom lip. Again, his tongue continued to trace the same path, and each time would caress Dominic’s lips even more, each time an electric shock for Dominic.

 

Dominic’s groan caught in his throat when Matthew suddenly pressed his lips hard against his, his hands sliding back into his hair, and kissed him with a passion that frightened him. The change in pace was like a whiplash, Matthew resuming his grinding and bucking and thrusting at a frantic pace, Dominic’s cock twitching against the material of his pants. 

 
Dominic’s body felt on fire, heat encompassing him as he returned Matthew’s kiss with fervor. The desire he felt for the smaller man writhing against him was explosive, atomically so, every cell of his skin that brushed against the other’s a jolt of current. Their bodies were energized matter, galvanizing and breathtaking. Matthew’s tongue slipped into his mouth and he wholly forgot any hint of doubt he had. The slick muscle was wet and strong against his, and he couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so turned on by a kiss alone.

The friction between the two bodies increased, Dominic practically humping Matthew, his pace becoming choppy and frantic. He felt the brunette smile against his mouth, tilting his head and kissing him deeper and harder as he bucked into him strongly. Dominic cried out into Matthew’s mouth from the overwhelming mass of pressure as it continued to build, and he knew despite his embarrassment that he wouldn’t be able to take more of this for much longer. 

Breaking the kiss, he stared at the darkness of Matthew’s eyes and the hidden emotion flowing in them. He panted and began to speak but his protest died in this throat when Matthew slowly rolled his hips upwards, pressing so hard against his erection that it was nearly at the point of discomfort. Matthew began to repeat the motion, each grind harder in pressure, and tilted his head down to nip at his pulse point. He swiveled his hips in a figure 8 motion and Dominic whined, tossing his head back as he began to pant even harder, the tension beginning to reach an unbearable point. 

“M-Matth….Matthew, stop- oh fuck, stop I’m gonna com-” Dominic gasped out, Matthew pressing their lips together to silence him.

“That’s the point, beautiful.” 

Matthew slipped a hand down from his shoulders, pressing against his chest and stomach from above his shirt. He wrapped his arm around Dominic’s torso and ground faster, smiling devilishly as Dominic’s gasps took on a high pitch quality, his eyes lidded and the grey nearly gone. 

With one swift buck of Matthew’s hips, Dominic cried out, his hands digging into Matthew’s shoulderblades as he pulled him closer with each wave of his orgasm, his eyes slamming shut. Gooseflesh rose over his skin and his body began to shake, his knees weak from the force. 

Through a haze of pleasure and coming down, Dominic could sense Matthew moving his head closer to him, his lips tracing the veins of his neck as he stood there holding him. 

“I’m sure the barman will have some napkins behind his counter for you, though I’d prefer to know you wore your sex for me for a little longer. It’s a pity I have somewhere to be.” Matthew whispered into his ear, brushing his lips against Dominic’s jawline. “It’s been an absolute pleasure dancing with you, Dominic. I hope you feel the same way. I wouldn’t mind continuing our friendship.” He dragged his mouth along the line of his jaw till he hovered over Dominic’s. “Though I think you’ll need to learn the beauty of lasting long if you want to play with me.” He pecked Dominic’s lips quickly and winked, letting go of him and stepping away. 

Dominic stood, watching in shock as he disappeared.