million_star | Optical Gratification

Title: Optical Gratification
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Smut
Summary: Ganked another prompt from

mkmeme. This one read: "Dom/Matt. In front of a mirror. Lots of dirty talk". I hope this fits the bill. (Sorry for the shit title...)
Feedback: Is welcome if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made & this never happened.
Author's Note: Thanks to

dolce_piccante &

myz_bee for... hell, for everything. <3

"Oh, Matt, it's so big," Dominic whispered, his mouth open.

"Damn right," the brunet chimed in, with a decidedly smug look on his face.

"It's beautiful!"

Matthew said nothing, merely nodding his approval.

Dominic turned to his lover and asked, with wide eyes, "Can I touch it?"

"I was hoping you would."

The drummer squealed and trotted happily across the den to stand in front of the present that Matthew had just sprung on him. Said present was a huge mirror, complete with a frame made of oak, with an intricate pattern burnt into the wood. Dominic reckoned it was at least five feet tall, and maybe six feet wide; at any rate could easily take up an entire wall. He studied the reflection of the room in the glass and his eyes fell onto the smiling brunet, and for the hundredth time that day he took a moment to give silent thanks that Matthew was in his life.

Dominic sauntered over to him, pulling him into his strong arms. "When I said I needed a bigger mirror this wasn't quite what I meant."

"Do you not like it?"

The pout gracing the singer's lips was truly epic, and Dominic found himself shaking his head, a stray chuckle escaping his lips. Said lips kissed Matthew's cheek twice before speaking again.

"Of course I like it! I love it, but to be honest I meant that I needed one of those make-up mirrors, the ones that light up. Mine's just not big enough," the blond admitted, bringing Matthew's lips to his own finally.

"For fuck's sake. You," Matthew said between kisses, "are so incredibly gay." One of his hands fell from Dominic's neck to cup him through his trousers, the action eliciting a moan from the drummer.

"Possibly. But, you're the one with your hand on another man's dick," Dominic mumbled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he eased them down to the plush couch, "and if I'm not very mistaken you're enjoying it."

Matthew made himself comfortable as Dominic's body covered his own, the drummer kissing and gently nibbling on his neck. A sigh escaped his lips, his arms winding around Dominic's back as he concentrated on this moment, on the way he felt simply being in Dominic's arms this way. He knew he would never grow tired of it, and as he turned his head to give the blond better access he caught their reflection in the mirror.

They made quite a sight, Matthew thought, staring deeply into the reflection of his own lidded eyes. He found himself curious to see if Dominic would feel the same way. Matthew took Dominic's head in his hands and tilted it slightly so that the two of them were now looking into the silver glass, panting.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Dominic mumbled.

Matthew nodded.

Together they stood and walked the couple steps to the mirror, Matthew hugging Dominic from behind. He placed a kiss to the back of Dominic's neck as he proceeded to undress him, the pale pink button-down shirt he'd been wearing fluttering to the ground. Pale hands roamed a golden chest, pausing to tease one nipple deliciously, Dominic throwing his head back to rest upon Matthew's shoulder.

"You're gorgeous," Matthew whispered, his hands now tugging impatiently at Dominic's belt.

"Mmm, I know," the drummer replied lazily.

"And, your modesty's such a turn-on."

The two of them dissolved into laughter as his Dominic's pants slid down his legs. Once he'd kicked them and his shoes aside, he met Matthew's eyes in the mirror, or he tried to, but the singer's attention was transfixed on the area between Dominic's legs.

"Brace yourself."

Grey eyes met blue in the glass. The blond didn't argue, putting both hands flat against the cool pane mere inches in front of him.

"Spread your legs."

Dominic didn't argue with this instruction either, but this one happened to be responsible for the filthy grin that currently graced his face; the fact that Matthew was currently stripping his own clothing off at breakneck speed might also have had something to do with it too. Once the offending garments had been tossed aside, he enveloped Dominic from behind again, Dominic shuddering at the feel of warm breath against his bare back.

"Love touching you," the singer breathed into the drummer's ear, one hand curling into the skin of Dominic's inner thigh, "so soft." Matthew's fingertips teased the disarmingly soft skin he found there, rubbing in slow circles. He maintained this action for a few agonizing minutes, which to Dominic seemed more like hours, really, when a sure, steady hand that he knew could make him come merely skimmed the skin all around his cock, instead of his cock itself.

He squirmed. "C'mon, Matt. Please?"

"Please what?" The voice that spoke these words sounded like the very picture of innocence, but another glance into the looking glass showed Dominic that the owner of that voice was wearing quite a devilish expression right now.

"Touch me?"

"Where, Dom?" Matthew took one slender finger and dragged it slowly down Dominic's back, pausing as he eventually reached the blond's opening. "Here?"

Dominic nodded wildly, Matthew hurriedly sucking on two of his fingers before pushing them forward, Dominic hissing, his head thrown back in pleasure. Up to this point Matthew had been happy to simply touch his lover in an effort to give him as much pleasure as possible, but he was only human, and his own throbbing dick was demanding attention now. He moved the damp digits deliberately, stretching Dominic as thoroughly as he could.

"Fuck, you're tight," Matthew groaned, peeking over Dominic's shoulder to study his reaction to being caressed so intimately. He wasn't disappointed; Dominic was a sight to behold, from the sweat that was glistening on his chest to the strain of his neck muscles as he rocked his body back into Matthew's probing fingers, to his dripping length, now jutting perilously close to the mirror's surface.

Matthew couldn't help himself, the sight made his mouth water and his own cock pulse. He pushed them forward a couple steps and reached around, capturing Dominic's cock between his thumb and index finger. The blond moaned his approval; finally, he thought to himself. But if he thought he was in for a wanking he was sorely mistaken. His eyes widened when Matthew merely rubbed the head of his cock against the glass, smearing an impressive amount of pre-come against it.

"You dirty boy," Matthew grinned, nibbling on Dominic's neck. "You're leaking."

Never one to be outdone, the blond calmly rubbed his thumb through the sticky mess on the mirror and, finding Matthew's eyes once more, calmly brought the thumb to his mouth, sucking wetly. The singer's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at that unexpected bit of filth from Dominic.

"S'good," the blonde growled, "but not as good as when I get a mouthful of yours." His statement actually rendered Matthew speechless, a phenomenon was pretty rare indeed.

He allowed his fingers to slide from Dominic's opening despite the blond's protests. Matthew placed wet kisses to his bare shoulder, holding one hand out in front of Dominic's mouth, Dominic taking the cue and licking a wet stripe across Matthew's palm. Once it was satisfactorily moistened the singer grasped Dominic's length firmly, Dominic hissing his approval.

When Matthew's hand merely remained still Dominic frowned, panting. "What are you waiting for, a formal fucking invitation on engraved stationery? Move your hand already!"

But Matthew had other ideas. He cocked his head to the side a bit, meeting Dominic's lust-filled gaze in the mirror. "You move," Matthew demanded, slapping Dominic's arse. "Fuck my fist."

The drummer did as he was told, rocking his hips slowly, his moans music to Matthew's ears.

"Hold it tighter," Dominic instructed, Matthew gripping the pulsing length tighter, "yeah, like that, and-ohhhh, yeah- finger me again, oh God, please, or fuck me, I don't care, just fill me, Matt."

The atmosphere between them had changed in these past few minutes; now the two of them felt as they were drowning, waves of extreme, tangible want crashing into them. Dominic rammed into Matthew's fist with a couple pumps of his hips before stopping, waiting for the brunet to catch up. Matthew released his grip on Dominic to give his neglected erection a couple satisfying tugs, groaning at the sight of Dominic wanking himself firmly. He guided himself into the blond's blistering heat, the mere thought of how amazing it was going to feel causing Matthew's hands to shake. Much to his embarrassment on his first attempt to push forward he missed, the head of his cock sliding against Dominic's back.

"You need me to draw you a map back there?" the drummer teased. Matthew smirked to himself as he tried again, and this time he slid home easily, both of them crying out, Dominic throwing his head back with a satisfied grunt. Matthew planted his feet firmly on the carpet, both his hands holding Dominic's hips tightly as he began to fuck him in earnest.

"Mmmm," the drummer purred on a deep thrust, "there's the spot. Yeah... more."

Matthew's breath was labored; truth be told he wanted nothing more than to pound away for his own gratification, but making Dominic come so hard he screamed was something that he never got enough of. He clenched his eyes shut for a moment, and when he opened them he looked down, transfixed at the sight of golden flesh engulfing darkened flesh so completely.

(In and out.)

"Dom, fuck," he gasped, speeding his movements up, "love being balls-deep inside you, can feel every inch of you. The heat... it feels so good."

Dominic turned his head for an awkward kiss that really only amounted to the two of them hissing and panting into each other's mouths wetly. "No, you feel good, thick and hot and ohhh, a little to the left, Matt, ahhh, shit, right there!" he screamed, working his cock furiously.

(Back and forth.)

Matthew groaned loudly, reaching around to gently cup Dominic's balls, the drummer crying out when he did.

"Gonna come wanna come fuck me harder," Dominic grunted wantonly, their bodies beginning to lose their rhythm. The brunet pumped as fast as he could, his groin positively stinging with pleasure at this point, his balls slapping into Dominic's backside at a frantic rate.

(Over and over.)

"Can't hold it," Matthew cried out, "gotta come now, Dom."

(YESSSSS.)

But Dominic was way ahead of him, the blond releasing a series of satisfied moans, laced with Matt's name and a few choice profanities. Dominic kept his eyes on the lower half of his body in the mirror as he came, grinning to himself when he sprayed the silver glass with his release, watching as it dripped down the gleaming surface. The blond shook the sweat-soaked hair from his head before leaning against the mirror, spent. He let his eyes fall closed as he waited for Matthew to climax.

His toes curling into the carpet, Matthew gave a couple more deep thrusts and was coming himself with a loud cry, the pleasure spiraling through his body. He shuddered as he rode out his orgasm, resting his head against Dominic's sweaty back as his hips slowed their movements eventually. The occasional aftershocks were delicious, and so he took his time before pulling out, so as to milk every last drop of pleasure he could.

The sound of Dominic panting brought him back to earth. "What a fuck," the blond sighed happily, a lazy smile on his face.

"You're so eloquent," Matthew gasped, struggling to calm his breathing. Dominic raised his head and their eyes met in the glass again as the singer slowly pulled out with a moan.

"Stay there," Dominic said quickly.

"What?"

"Can you see it? Cause I can feel it."

"I don't-"

The blond backed his arse against Matthew's groin, their eyes never leaving each others.

"I can feel you spilling out of me," Dominic whispered. The singer's gaze left Dominic's and trailed down the back of his body, until sure enough, there it was... his come leaking from the blond's opening. "Feels like sin and sex and you." He turned then to Matthew, the two of them sinking to the floor in an exhausted pile of limbs.

Matthew kissed him sweetly. "So, where are we gonna put this thing? Where in the bedroom d'you reckon?"

They reached the same conclusion in 2.5 seconds, smirks on their faces.

"The ceiling!"