million_star | The Pleasure Principle (Twenty-Two/?)

Title: The Pleasure Principle (Twenty-Two/?)
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: smut. I can't stress that enough.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Is lovely, if you're so inclined. :)
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine. Eternal thanks to

dolce_piccante,

myz_bee &

captivemuse for support and for reassuring me that I could get this chapter done despite my concerns. Y'all are the best, dammit. &hearts

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the delay; I hope y'all like it, thank you for sticking with me. :) Also, relevant icon is relevant.

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Dominic falls back onto the bed, pulling me down on top of him as he continues to kiss me. His kiss possesses an urgency that's new to me. Still, he allows me to set the pace, and so I pull back to look at his face; it's critical that I burn every detail of this night into my memory.

He's dressed in white, with a tight pair of white trousers that he's paired with an equally tight waistcoat, also in white. When I first saw him tonight my first thought was "Where's your halo?", and it makes me smile as I reach out to touch his hair. His eyes are dark and wide, as deliciously full of want as I suspect my own are right now.

This body, resting against this white duvet for only me, is perfection incarnate.

Thank fuck for that waistcoat; taut, strong arms are tempting me, from his forearm all the way up to where the fabric starts just past his shoulder. Before I realize what I'm doing I lean down and deliver a playful bite to his shoulder, laving the skin with my tongue afterward.

"Again," he groans. "harder."

"What about work?" This is something that we have to be careful about. The presence of love bites of any kind are frowned upon, so as not to mar our skin in any way. I raise my head again, grey eyes pleading with my own. He leans up for a quick kiss, his tongue darting out to lick my lower lip teasingly.

"Fuck work."

With that his head hits the mattress and he presses my face into his shoulder again. I lick a strip across the outer shell, closing my eyes as I let the taste and scent of his skin overwhelm me for a moment. My teeth set in to nibbling him here, one hand snaking down the smooth skin of his arm until I take his hand in my own and raise it, pinning it above his head. The slight gasp this action elicits goes straight to my cock, I admit. His arm splayed above his head, I lean in, dragging my tongue against the soft, golden hair I find under his arm before setting in to give his shoulder a couple more bites.

Abruptly he puts his hands on my head and brings my eyes to his own. "I Want. Your mouth. Everywhere." he growls. He drags one finger across my lower lip and I greedily suck it into my mouth, Dominic's eyes fluttering when I do. Pointedly I suck on it harder, my head bobbing slowly enough to make my point. I sit up, pulling him with me as I shrug out of my t-shirt, tossing it aside.

Straddling his hips like this I can't help but wonder which Dominic I'm going to get tonight: sweet, shy Dominic or devastatingly sexy porn star Dominic. If I'm honest I want a little of both. He leans in to kiss my neck wetly, his hands on the button of my jeans, and the feel of his tongue lapping against my skin sets my entire body aflame. His hands, however, are struggling with the button on my jeans, so I stand up to give him better access. He doesn't make a move, though, instead his eyes sweep across my body, his eyes curious and wide.

"What's wrong?" I whisper, suddenly self-conscious.

"Wrong?" Dominic smiles as he leans in, gifting my navel with a kiss. "Matthew, there's nothing wrong with anything, anywhere in the whole fucking world right now."

The corners of my mouth turn up and before I know what's happened he's unfastened my jeans and slowly pushes them down my legs. With a shaky breath I step out of them, wondering what he's going to do next.

"Love the boxers."

"I'm not wearing any," I reply, confused.

"Exactly."

I have no idea why I'm flushing as he stares at my naked body, but I am. This shouldn't be this intimidating; fuck, we've watched each other wank from across a room before. Still, though, this isn't for work, is it? Noone will be saying "cut" once we've finished, there won't be any harsh lights in our faces, and most importantly, there isn't going to be a script. Perhaps thats what's so exhilirating about being with Dominic tonight.

It's us. And its real.

"Up," I say forcefully, grabbing his hands and motioning for him to stand. He obeys, and I can't help but cup his face in my hands, kissing him deeply. His hands are warm and so soft on the skin of my lower back, like silk, and the thought of those hands traversing every inch of my body is a delicious one.

"I like it when you take charge."

"Do you?"

He nods into my kiss, one of his hands cupping my arse before squeezing it. "Yeah."

"Then, Dominic," I growl, biting his lower lip firmly, "get out of those fucking trousers."

Dominic takes a step back and proceeds to do just that when I suddenly change my mind. "No, wait." The urge to undress him myself is too overpowering, I've realized. I mean, really, its akin to unwrapping the best kind of birthday or christmas present ever. I sink to my knees and place a kiss to the bulge beneath the white fabric, Dominic whimpering when I do, his hands in my hair. His zipper gives way easily, and I peel the folds back, exposing a gorgeous tuft of hair. It makes my mouth water to see it, but I'm even more tempted by the sight of the dents in his hips.

It's maddening; I'm torn between wanting this night to last forever and wanting to fuck him so hard that we both get permanent limps.

"I know," he whispers suddenly.

I look up, and when I do the realization that I love being on my knees before him hits me like a wave. "Oh?"

He nods, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip. "I'd forgotten how it felt to want someone so badly that it was just..."

"Overwhelming?"

"Yeah. I missed it," he whispers, his thumb leaving my mouth before I can bite it. He begins to fumble with the buttons on his waistcoat, my eyebrows furrowing as I realize that's what he's doing.

"Don't," I blurt out before I can stop myself.

"But why?"

"Leave it on." I stand, pushing him back onto the bed, my eyes on his face as he falls onto it, his blond hair falling gorgeously against the bed. I love it when he wears his hair this way, when it's long enough to give a good tugging. It frames his face perfectly and my eyes never leave it as I pull his trousers down his legs and toss them aside.

He scoots back on the bed then, propping himself up on his elbows. "Fuck yes," he groans, "look at you."

Look at me? Is he serious? Is he smoking something? Please, he's the hottest thing I've ever seen tonight. His upper arms are toned and tanned, and the sight of them against the stark white of the waistcoat goes to my already stiff cock.

Well, that sight as well as the sight of the other stiff cock in the room, I should say.

Like the good little porn star that he is, Dominic spreads his legs as I crawl onto the bed again. His legs are long and tanned and suddenly I'm wondering how they might feel hooked around my back.

I can feel the slight hairs on his leg as I drape it over my shoulder, leaning down to lick the softest part of his inner thigh. When he twitches beneath my touch, I grin into the tender skin. I can't help myself; it gives me a sense of relief, if that makes sense - relief in the knowledge that I am indeed capable of making him quiver beneath my touch. But I don't want to tease him any longer, and I don't think I can go another second without wrapping my lips around him myself. His thigh muscle tenses with the effort as it rests against my shoulder.

"Matthew," I hear him half-gasp, half-whisper when I finally place a kiss to the plump, swollen head of his cock. He wasn't kidding when he told me he was already hard; he's positively leaking now, and as the taste of him floods my senses it spurs me on. One of his hands is in my hair, his fingers caressing my scalp as I slowly begin to suck him. Dominic's cock is hard and heavy in my mouth as I map it with my tongue, up and down his shaft, over and over and over again.

I glance up and am greeted with an eyeful of stubble-covered neck and white waistcoat; the groan that escapes my lips as I slide one hand beneath it is unabashed. How could it not be - my fingertips sliding against the hair on his chest feels too good to be true.

Finally, one of my fingers reach their destination, and the feeling of a hot, hard nipple causes me to remove my mouth and climb atop him. I rip the buttons of the waistcoat as I open it; I hope he doesn't mind, but as soon as I close my mouth over the nipple in question and start to suck greedily nothing else matters.

It's difficult to keep my balance when hovering over him so precariously. I prop my elbows on either side of his chest, Dominic leaning up to gift my neck with a few long licks. "You're so..."

"What?" he hisses, one hand pulling my hair in a delicious flash of dominant Dominic as he flips us, "say it."

"... goddamn fuckable," I whisper, my hands squeezing his arse.

He gives up and rests his body against mine, his mouth gasping into my hair. He tenses when he feels me spreading his legs at first, but once his mind processes what's happening, he responds, his legs falling open even further. My fingertip is brushing softly against his opening, the effect at the same time too much and not enough. Dominic whimpers in frustration as I flip us yet again and scoot down his body.

"Damn right," I groan, my fingertip massaging him firmly. "Spread your legs."

He does as I ask and instantly I dive in, placing warm kisses to his inner thigh. Wet kisses, kisses that are at the same time sweet and filthy. Dominic struggles to catch his breath as I move to the other thigh to give it the same reverent treatment. I am carefully avoiding his cock and he squirms restlessly as I quietly ask him to turn over.

When my lips dance across his lower back he hisses at the sensation.

When my teeth gently bite a trail across one of his cheeks he groans.

When I part his cheeks and slide my tongue into his core he arches his back and screams my name.

"Matthew!"

He groans in pleasure, and the sound of him getting so into it is turning me on exponentially. It's almost a religious experience, really; you have to remember this is one of the few things I've never seen him involved in onscreen. Dominic bucks backward into my probing tongue and just as he finds a good rhythm I remove my mouth and pull his sweat-soaked body close.

"C'mon," he grunts, his hot breath dancing across my collarbone, "want you to fuck me."

"Tell me," I demand, the feel of his mouth on my neck making my blood boil, "how you want it, Dominic."

"I'll show you."

When he releases me and scoots back onto the bed,it occurs to me that the throbbing between my legs is nearing the unbearable stage. The atmosphere is thick with heat and pure want, which, together are threatening to consume me. It only worsens when Dominic gets to his knees, raises one eyebrow at me and turns slowly around. My eyes steal a peek at his glistening back and I pounce, unable to control myself.

I trace the area of his lower back with my tongue, now and then giving the pristine skin a couple bites for good measure, Dominic writhing beneath my touch. The small cries that fall from his lips when I do are music to my ears, and it's only when Dominic comes to a stop, kneeling before me but not facing me, that I raise my head.

"Fuck me like this," he purrs, glancing at me over his shoulder.

It actually stops me in my tracks, the notion that he'd give himself to me this particular way. The sheer filthiness of the position, is incredibly delicious; there's something so primal about fucking someone from behind. But still, on the other hand, part of me wants to be able to study his eyes as he comes. Does the grey get even more intense, do sparks of light flicker across them as the pupils dilate? Does he squeeze them closed in ecstacy?

I can't see his eyes if I fuck him from behind. We'll just have to go again, now, won't we?

"Here." He tosses a small, red bottle of lube over his shoulder. He's a good shot, well, I mean, he's a good shot if he intended to hit me squarely in the forehead with it like he did just now. I hope he didn't hear me squeal like a little girl when it hit me.

Oh, right.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Let me see-"

"Don't you fucking move," I growl. "Wanted you for far too fucking long."

He lifts his waist while I slick myself up. Dominic glances over his shoulder again but he's not looking into my eyes this time; no, his eyes are glued to the sight of my lube-coated cock in my hand. He licks his lips and raises his eyes to my own in an unspoken demand to hurry.

I nod and he closes his eyes, his head hitting the pillow as his hands snake into the bars of his headboard, gripping tightly.

Yeah, he'd better hold on tight.

I push forward and slide the head of my cock between his cheeks, letting it rest just against his opening for a moment before pressing inside him slowly.

When I finally do, I have to throw my head back at the sheer feeling of bliss that accompanies what I've just done. I want to scream, I want to curse, I want dominion over this body that's haunted me so many nights. I slide home easier than I thought I would; it seems he was well and truly ready for me tonight. I pause, gasping, at the sight of my cock being engulfed by Dominic's body this way.

Inside him.

Dominic.

It's surreal, the urge to thrust is all-encompassing, yet I find myself pausing. Dominic has reached behind himself blindly to touch the base of my cock with his hand. His hand drifts up to where we are joined and he looks over his shoulder at me with wide eyes.

"You," he pants, "you're really there... oh, fuck."

My own eyes are trained on his hand now and the sight of those fingertips between my legs overwhelms me. I want to bury myself in him completely, want to be balls-deep inside him. He's firm and tight and hot and so fucking delicious that I could scream from the pleasure of it.

And I'm not even moving yet.

Oh, God.

I bite my lip as I roll my hips experimentally, my eyes rolling back in my head because it feels so amazing.

Dominic feels amazing.

He meets me, backing into my thrusts with a guttural groan of his own that brings a filthy grin to my face. With that I set in to fucking him proper, my hands gripping his hips tightly, my eyes trained on the curve of his spine in front of me. Playfully I slap his arse, rubbing the curve of soft skin afterward.

"Unghh... again."

Didn't see that coming.

Still, if Dominic wants it, Dominic's damn well going to get it. I acquiesce, slapping him again lightly.

"Harder! I can take it," he gasps, one hand abandoning the headboard to tug on his cock, the knuckles on his other hand white with effort from holding on so tightly to the wooden bar they're latched onto. "So fucking spank me."

It's hard to focus; the pleasure building in my groin is taking my breath away, but this time when my hand meets his cheek the slap resonates loudly in the bedroom, mingling with our grunts and moans, and the creak of the bedsprings beneath us. Combined, these sounds are music to my ears. Both hands holding him firm, I swivel my hips in a figure-eight motion, wanting to feel Dominic as deeply as I can; he screams my name, his hand working his cock even faster.

"There! Right there... yeah..." I buck into him harder and it pushes his body closer to the headboard. He turns his head to the side as it hits the pillow, and it's an image that I hope never leaves my memory; his mouth is hung open in ecstacy, eyes squeezed shut, hair dripping with sweat.

"Fuck," I gasp, "so good."

He really is; everything about him right now is sending me speeding towards what promises to be an especially satisfying orgasm, and judging by the way Dominic's arm is pistoning wildly I'd have to guess he's feeling the same way. But I'm feeling greedy, so I push his arm away so that I can jerk him myself, relishing the feel of his throbbing cock in my hand.

Amidst the fact that my back is getting sore and my knees are getting tired, that old, blessedly familiar feeling is blossoming in my groin. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, that I fuck for a living and that an orgasm is an orgasm.

You're wrong.

As I feel and hear Dominic come beneath me, with a shudder and a scream I know, I know that I'm at least partly responsible for making him feel that good. As he clenches around my cock, sending me over the edge, I know, I fucking know that this isn't just your run-of-the-mill orgasm.

It's the happiness that exists in tandem with it; that's what makes it special.

I collapse onto his back, panting into his neck as the last aftershocks ripple through my body. Try as I might to fight against it, I find myself momentarily panicking as I wonder suddenly if Dominic feels the same way. Surely, after all we've been through the last little while, he sees this as more than just a casual fuck? Have I just turned into a hopeless romantic, seeing something more than what's actually there? I swallow and slowly pull out, unsure of what to do next, so I simply lie next to him, curled onto my side, trying to catch my breath. Dominic groans and turns over, blinking as he catches sight of me.

"Get o-" My eyes widen in fear; Dominic coughs and clears his throat. "Get over here, you."

I shuffle closely and allow him to pull me into his arms; he kisses me softly, sweetly as his arms loop around me.

As we fall asleep together all is right with the world.

I wake suddenly with a severe tickle in my nose. I open my eyes and am shocked to see that Boots is resting between Dominic and me, her white, fluffy fur soft and warm against my nose. She senses that I am awake but instead of running, she merely raises her head, blinks, stares at me for a beat, then goes back to her nap.

"Told you she'd come around."

Dominic's voice is velvety, and it flows over me like honey in the dark of the bedroom.

"You did," I whisper, smiling. "Hey."

"Hey," he breathes, reaching out to take my hand. He presses a kiss to each of my fingertips, sweetly, reverently. He releases my hand and picks Boots up, shooing her gently out of the room. She jumps from the bed and pads away, Dominic pulling me close now that we're finally alone. He brushes the hair back from my forehead as I wrap my arms around him.

"You feel so good, Matthew."

My breath hitches in my chest. I shudder at the sound of my name on his gorgeous lips.

"My name... say it again?"

"Matthew," he murmurs, smiling at me as I shudder yet again. "You like that, don't you?"

"You have no idea," I say softly, "what it does to me when you say my name."

Dominic's eyes sweep across my face, and in an unexpectedly sweet gesture he kisses me on the cheek. "Then I'll have to say it more often."

I don't know how to reply to that, but I do know I like the sound of it very much. I lean in and kiss him lightly, my lips pausing so I can nibble on his lower lip.

"Ever think of dyeing your hair red again?"

I stop, tilting my head. "What? Wow, you remember me with red hair?"

"I only saw it once; remember, the first day I came to Silver Star? It was gorgeous! I mean," he clears his throat, a deep red stain coating his cheeks, "oh, balls."

I try my damndest to shoot him a sly pout but I can't keep from grinning at his embarrassment. "Thank you."

"The black, though," he reaches out to run his fingers through it, "is sexy as fuck against these white sheets."

"Sweet talker. Keep it up and you might get lucky again."

"Lucky." He nods, whispering the word as he presses me into the pillow. "Yeah, that's the word."

"Yeah?" I whisper, cupping his face with my hands.

"Yeah.," he smiles.

And just like that, I melt.

Also, just like that, I'm hard again.

"Your turn," he whispers, kissing my shoulder. "Tell me how you want me."

The request throws me. "Umm. Let me think."

"What's there to think about?" he laughs.

"Well... you know," I blush. "I mean, like, I'm trying to remember all the things you don't like to do."

"What?"

"Remember the day you threw a stapler at Hans because you refused to rim someone?"

"Oh-"

"And the time that you insisted that you weren't going to suck some guy's cock until he shaved?"

"But-"

"Oh! And just last month-"

"Matthew." He blushes again, looking away sheepishly before staring into my eyes yet again. "Christ, I've been such an prick to Hans. To so many of you. It stops now. Do something for me?"

He leans in close and I close my eyes in anticipation of another toe-curling kiss, but instead Dominic's lips drop kisses to my eyelids, first one, then the other. The sweetness of that gesture takes my breath away. I open my eyes and nod. "Of course."

"Forget everything you think you know about me. Let me surprise you." Dominic breathes the second sentence into my lips before kissing me deeply, my hands winding around his back in search of as much of his skin as I can get my hands on. It doesn't last long, though, because he releases me and slides slowly down my body, kissing a trail down my neck and chest. He stops when he reaches my nipples, and looks up at me before kissing one wetly, a groan escaping my lips when he does.

"I could lick these for days," he mumbles, his tongue laving the tiny bud relentlessly, my head spinning. Just as he gets into a steady pattern he removes his mouth, focusing again on my neck, and I can't stop the whine that escapes my mouth when he does.

"Tell me, Matthew. Tell me what you want. Anything..."

So many postitions are crossing my mind as I consider how I want him to take me, but I keep coming back to one undeniable fact: I want to be able to look at his face, to kiss him, to experience him as fully as I can. Pointedly I wrap my legs around his waist as tightly as I can, our hardening cocks brushing together.

"Like this. Want you like this."

He raises his head again, resting it on one elbow. His other hand finds its way to my mouth and before I know what's happening two of his fingers are in my mouth. I suck on them, laving them with my tongue, while Dominic simply watches me, his eyes never leaving my own. I allow my hand to drift down our bodies until I have his cock in my hand. He bites his lip as I jerk him slowly, his cock deliciously hot to the touch. I thumb his slit for good measure and his mouth falls open in a breathy gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as he slowly fucks my fist.

With a wet smack I release his fingers from my mouth; I relinquish my hold on his cock at the same time, and this spurs Dominic into action. I spread my legs, stretching, my heart pounding as he positions himself between them. He slides one arm beneath my back, lifting my body so he can kiss me. I hold him as close as I can, moaning into his kisses, and when I feel one of his fingers sliding into me the moan morphs into a full-blown cry.

"Fuck!"

"Shhh," he grins, kissing me again. His finger moves deeper into me, and it feels so fantastic that I tremble, struggling to keep my eyes open. Each time his tongue enters my mouth he mimicks the motion with his finger, reducing me to a sweating, babbling mess. Seriously, there are sounds leaving my mouth but I don't think any of them make up any actual words in the English language. Dominic keeps this up for what seems like hours, fingering me while kissing me wetly.

I'd call him evil if it didn't feel so fucking good, especially when his second finger joins the fun and hits my prostate dead on. It sends my body aflame, and threatens to push me over the edge.

"Now," I beg, licking his bottom lip wantonly. "Fuck me now." Out of the corner of my eye I can see the bottle of lube still resting where I'd tossed it earlier and I grab it, putting it into his hands. He lets his fingers slide free and sits up, slicking his cock up with the contents of the bottle. I can't take my eyes off of his hand as it works over his length; I have to give my own cock a couple pulls as I watch him.

Sufficiently prepared, he positions himself between my legs, spreading them even further apart as he lines himself up. He pauses then, and leans in as if to caress my cheek, and as his hand pauses I notice that it's shaking. He swallows as I grab it, lacing our fingers together.

"You ok?" he whispers.

"I'm about eight inches or so away from being fucking fantastic," I quip, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Flattery, Matthew," he grins, both of us gasping as he slides into me.

I'm so completely full of him that I can't focus on anything else but how he feels inside. Rock-hard, hot, firm...

(thick, so goddamned thick)

...and delicious. He rocks his body slowly at first, pumping his hips lazily, to the left, then to the right, as though he's trying to feel every inch of me from the inside. The friction is so satisfying that I release his hand and throw my arms around his neck, pulling him close for a wet, sloppy kiss because I need more of him.

(deeper)

I need my legs wrapped around his back and for his chest to slide against my own as he fucks me. I need to be able to kiss those full, plump lips. I need to be able to stare into lidded grey eyes, to feel him panting desperately into my mouth as he whispers filthy things to me.

(faster)

"Fuck, Matthew," he gasps, shaking the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. One of his hands sneaks between our bodies to cradle my balls gently, all the breath leaving my body in a vicious scream as he stimulates me so completely. He swirls his thumb across my sack as he bucks into me harder. "Want my tongue on these so badly."

"Dirty boy," I shoot back shakily, my mouth falling open with a groan.

"Always," he grunts.

Any further attempt at conversation is abandoned because his hand is now on my cock, stroking me in time with the pistoning of his hips. I give in, arching my back to meet his efforts as the slow burn growing within me begins to crest with each sharp thrust. Dominic pumps into me faster, it seems that it's his turn to fuck me into the headboard this time, and all of it, the heat, the friction, the skin, the anticipation of wanting this for so long finally push me over the edge.

His hand still jerking me, I douse it with my release, my eyes squeezed shut, my head pressed into the pillow. It's a full-body orgasm, one that shakes me from the top of my head all the way down my body. Hell, even my toes are tingling with pleasure.

That's a first. Yeah, I know.

Dominic collapses atop me with a shudder, his hips jerking with the occasional aftershock. We maintain that position for a few moments as we collect ourselves, the sound of desperate gasps for air dominating the atmosphere. Finally my legs slide from his back and wearily, he pushes himself up and slides out of me. I stretch as I feel his release seeping from me, and next thing I know he's moved closer to me and has rested his head on my shoulder, his arm around my waist. He places a light kiss to my collarbone, his breathing slowly evening out.

"Where's your halo?" I whisper softly, brushing the hair out of his eyes.

He opens his eyes partially, brow furrowed. "Hmm?"

"Nothing," I assure him, gently, "go to sleep."

He nods, licking his lips as he snuggles against my shoulder. "'Night, Matthew."

"'Night, Dominic."

I can't stop smiling.

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OMG DDDDDDDDDDDDD. *hugs forever*

This was PERFECT. The franticness of their first time, Matt's narration, THE WAISTCOAT. And then the second time just...seemed different. I don't know how to describe it. A good different, more...intimate? I dunno. But it was lovely and I think my breath caught in my throat at the "get over here" bit. I didn't think Dom would really kick him out but you had my heart going there for a tic.

You are FANTASTIC, love! Please never, ever doubt yourself again, about this, or any other fic or ANYTHING. Because you're awesome. <3 *hugs tight*

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