Authors: Mika Fox
It's
half-true; he has never been a very tidy person, and there's photo equipment
and piles of clothes and stacks of books and folders scattered all over the
place. It's a sharp contrast to the open, spacious apartment Killian so
recently moved out of, which was surprisingly neat, something which Dominic is
still trying to reconcile with Killian's personality. That said, Killian did
bring all of his stuff here, and it's not like they've had the time or the
energy to unpack and go through it all. As it is, there are boxes and bags
filled with art supplies and clothes and whatever else he brought along, making
the small space appear even more cramped and cluttered than usual. The TV and
speakers have been temporarily stashed at Isaac's place―which he didn't
mind―simply because there wouldn't be enough room for them here.
"I
suppose I can live with that," Killian says with a haughtiness Dominic
just knows not to take seriously, and he makes his way through the room. He trails
his fingers along the backrest of the worn little couch, before reaching the
bed in the corner and throwing himself down onto it. It squeaks obnoxiously,
and Killian winces, but says nothing. Instead, he bounces up and down
experimentally, the creaking not letting up, and Dominic groans.
"Is
that really necessary?" he says, taking his hands out of his pockets and
making his way over to the bed. Killian folds his arms underneath his head,
squirming a little as though trying to get more comfortable. The wreck of a bed
still squeaks, but it tends to take more than a little light movement for it to
reach sound levels that border on insufferable.
"What
can I say?" Killian says. "I'm used to higher standards of
living."
Dominic
halts his step not too far away from the bed's edge.
"Well,
you're welcome to leave, you know," he says, but without offense or
malice. "If my humble abode isn't good enough, I mean."
"I
never said that," Killian says. It's casual, but the speedy reply reveals
his need to make sure Dominic isn't actually offended. "I'm just
saying."
Dominic
just looks at him, marvels for a few moments at the sight of Killian Hayden
lying in his bed. He has enjoyed a view like it so many times before, but
seeing it in his own home is something special.
Killian
seems to be thinking something similar, at least judging from the way his gaze
is suddenly intent and soft, as it homes in on his boyfriend.
"Take
off your clothes." It sounds more like a gentle command, than a request,
and Dominic tilts his head a little.
"Why?"
he asks, not entirely opposed to the idea, but curious, nonetheless.
Killian's
eyes linger on him as he slowly unfolds his arms from behind his head and
instead uses his elbows to prop himself up against the mattress.
"Because,"
he says, his voice instantly taking on that low, hoarse tone that never fails
to make Dominic weak at the knees. "I want you to."
Dominic
likes to think he would need more incentive than that, but they both know he
doesn't; the look on Killian's face and the sound of his voice is enough to
make him do just about anything right now.
Dominic
keeps his eyes on Killian's as he grabs the back of his t-shirt and slowly
pulls it over his head, messing up his hair in the process. He only makes a
half-assed attempt at fixing it, just lets it fall over his eyes as he
unceremoniously drops the t-shirt to the floor; he knows Killian likes it that
way, and he's determined to make this as torturous as possible for the guy.
Sure
enough, the effect is obvious. Killian swallows, but he doesn't move, just
watches from the bed, his expression growing hungrier by the second as Dominic
slowly starts unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down past his hips and
letting them slide along his legs, pooling around his ankles. He sees Killian's
fingers clench against the sheets, bunching up the fabric in his hand. It's
such a tiny gesture, but somehow it's unbelievably hot, and Dominic takes a
slow, deep breath through his nose.
He
just stands there for a few moments, waiting, before throwing his hands up
slightly in a mix between an invitation and a question, and Killian doesn't
take long to react. Slowly, he pushes himself up from the bed, eyes never
leaving Dominic's as he gets up into sitting position. He cocks an eyebrow, the
gesture challenging and inviting, all at once, but Dominic can tell that he's
just barely keeping it together. He's forcing himself to stay put, and after a
few more seconds of benign taunting, Dominic decides to give him a break.
He
steps out of his jeans and leans down on the bed, kneeling in front of Killian
and putting his hand by his jaw to pull him closer, tilting his face upward.
The mattress dips underneath him, springs squeaking, but Dominic couldn't
really care less right now. He uses his free hand to nudge Killian's leg,
urging him to spread them both wider and let Dominic settle between them.
Killian complies, placing his hands on Dominic's hips and sliding them down
over his ass, slowly pulling him downward, closer, until Dominic can feel the
rough edges of those buttoned jeans through the thin cotton of his underwear.
It's oddly enticing, and he can feel himself getting hard as he leans in
further and pushes Killian down onto his back, gazes locked through hooded
eyes. He brushes their lips together, just barely, Killian's breath hitching
slightly, and making Dominic's heart skip a beat at the sound.
Dominic
slides his hand down along Killian's thigh, his other still secured by the
boy's face and making sure he doesn't look away, and the way Killian presses
their bodies closer together forces a soft moan from Dominic's throat.
God,
he's so hard already, and he can
feel Killian having the same reaction, even through those jeans. Killian's
tongue slides along his bottom lip in a way so tantalizing that Dominic's mind
is momentarily lost as he tries to restrain himself, pulling back by a
fraction. Killian clearly notices, and he breathes a soft laugh, his mouth
shaping into a smile.
"Tease,"
he whispers, breath warm against Dominic's face, and Dominic leans their
foreheads together, closing his eyes for a moment as he slides his hand up
underneath Killian's tank top.
"You're
the one with clothes still on," he whispers back. Killian lets out a low
moan.
"You
should take them off, then," he says, moving his hands up and slipping
them beneath the hem of Dominic's boxers, smoothing over his skin and making
Dominic shiver, every muscle in his body tensing up in a delicious way. He
doesn't reply, just pulls back a little further and opens his eyes, looking
into Killian's. His pupils are huge and black, blown with lust, and just that
alone makes Dominic feel oddly satisfied.
Killian
doesn't stop him when he pulls away from his body, sitting back up on his knees
and sliding both his hands further up underneath the black tank, slowly,
keeping their gazes locked. Killian lets his palms rest against Dominic's
thighs, enraptured, only moving them to let Dominic pull the tank top up and
over his head, before unceremoniously tossing it to the floor. Dominic leans
down over his chest, splaying his fingers across Killian's skin as he places
slow, open-mouthed kisses against his sternum, his nipples, down over his
stomach, which rises and falls slowly with deep, controlled breathing.
Killian's
fingers pull through Dominic's hair slowly, making him shiver, as Dominic
starts undoing Killian's fly, lips still tracing that warm, bare skin. He wants
to savor this, wants to taste everything, wants to touch and feel. Killian is
all he needs, and he wants to devour him.
There's
a soft rustling sound as Dominic unbuttons Killian's fly completely, kissing
his way down along his stomach and ghosting his lips over the stretched fabric
of his boxers. He's already so hard, and it does nothing but make the hungry
impatience in Dominic nearly reach the breaking point. Killian gasps, digging
his fingers into Dominic's hair, and Dominic takes that as his cue to move back
up along his boyfriend's body, much to said boyfriend's disappointment, by the
sound of it. His tune changes, however, when Dominic settles over his chest and
hovers with their faces just inches apart, prompting Killian to make a move to
kiss him―an attempt which is thwarted when Dominic pulls further back.
Killian groans.
"Oh,
come on," he whines, and Dominic can't help but smile.
"It's
called restraint," he says in a low voice, leaning back down again and
brushing their lips together in an almost-kiss that is pure torture for the
both of them. "You should try it, sometime."
"Sounds
like bullshit," Killian says, but the words are breathy and unfocused, and
he still plays along. His hands slide down along Dominic's back, blunt nails
dragging against his skin and leaving shivers in their wake, and Dominic moans
softly as Killian's hips arch against his own. He can feel that restraint of
his quickly faltering.
Still,
he pushes his limit. He tugs pointedly at Killian's pants, and the message
clearly comes across; it's only a matter of seconds before they're off, along
with Killian's underwear, and Dominic summons up every ounce of self-discipline
he has to keep himself from pressing his lips against Killian's and kissing him
like he's made of oxygen. He's not sure why he's putting both of them through
this kind of torment, but he likes it more than he wants to admit.
He
follows Killian's example, taking off his own boxers and reveling in the
feeling of that hot skin against his own, drawing a low, pleased moan from
Killian's lips as he presses down against him.
"I
hate you," Killian mutters through gritted teeth, and Dominic huffs a
breathless laugh, grinding slowly against his body.
God,
he's so hard, and the reaction is so obviously mutual.
"No,
you don't," Dominic says distractedly, moving down to kiss Killian's neck,
nipping the skin with his teeth and smoothing over the mark with his tongue.
Killian tightens his grip on his hips. "It'll be worth it."
Killian
groans.
"It better be," he says, pressing his hands harder against
Dominic's lower back, restricting his movement and simultaneously making the
friction that much sweeter as Killian grinds up against him. It makes Dominic
squeeze his eyes shut and bite down hard on his bottom lip. It's enough
incentive for him to expedite things.
He reaches for his nightstand and digs through the drawer, before
finding the lube he keeps there and opening the tube to apply a generous amount
of the thick liquid to his fingers. Killian keeps his eyes on him, an expectant
look on his face, and when Dominic leans back down to lightly brush their lips
together in a way that has him keening, Killian spreads his legs further apart,
silently urging Dominic on as he moves his hand down and slowly pushes a finger
inside.
The way Killian moans brokenly is a sound so perfect that Dominic doubts
he'll ever want to hear anything else, ever again. It makes a hot shiver run
down his spine, and the way Killian moves one hand up to dig his fingertips
into his shoulder draws a hiss of exquisite pain from his lips. He moves his
finger slowly, giving Killian some time to adjust before adding another, and it's
not much longer before the artist is squirming underneath him, panting and
groaning and arching his body against the touch.
"Oh, god," he breathes, pushing his head back into the pillow
and exposing his throat, unknowingly urging Dominic to swoop down and press his
lips against it, breathing heavily as he tastes the sweat of Killian's skin.
"Fuck, don't stop."
Dominic isn't sure how much more of this he can take.
Killian has no objections when Dominic stops touching him in favor of
getting a condom, almost fumbling as he rolls it on, in his haste to feel
Killian move and breathe and come undone underneath him. He feels a bit like an
overeager teenager at this point, but the feeling seems to be mutual; Killian
appears more discomposed and wild-eyed than he can remember seeing him in some
time.
When Dominic finally pushes inside, so slowly, it's almost enough to
make him come right then and there. He holds back, easing into it and listening
to the stuttered breaths escaping Killian's lips, the sound like music to his
ears, and when he finally bottoms out, he feels like he is already mere seconds
away from falling apart. He smoothes his hand up along Killian's thigh,
hitching his leg higher, and when he starts thrusting slowly, it feels like
dying.
Killian's hands are all over him, touching and pulling and restlessly
smoothing over sweaty skin, and Dominic pulls back just enough to watch
Killian's face, gaze locked on the epiphany in front of him. He starts moving
faster, thrusting deeper, barely even aware of the bed's squeaky protests. All
he can see is Killian; his eyes are closed with a frown, mouth half-open, pale
skin flushed, a thin sheen of sweat covering his neck and shoulders, and
Dominic wants nothing more than to kiss him, to hold him close and never stop.
Every fiber of his being is telling him to, begging him to please scratch that
itch.
It's the sound that does it, that choked moan that escapes Killian's
throat, and Dominic feels every ounce of restraint completely vanish.
Killian's mouth is welcoming and hot as they kiss, coaxing Dominic in
and pushing his tongue past his lips. It makes fireworks go off, has Dominic
seeing stars and his heart doing somersaults, and he's completely certain that
that's what pushes him right over the edge in a matter of seconds. He would be
embarrassed if it weren't so obvious that Killian felt the same effects in the
exact same way, his fingers digging into Dominic's hair and his legs wrapped
around his waist, arching up against the friction and moaning into Dominic's
mouth as he comes.