Change of State (2/3)

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Title: Change of State (2/3)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, OoS era
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Smut, Wee bit o'angst
Summary: A shift in dynamic can change everything.
Feedback: Is appreciated if you're so inclined; either way, just enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always, dolce_piccante, myz_bee & frisky_biscuit. Thanks for all your help & support! <3 Kudos to shayunknown for assistance as well! <3
Author's Note: I wanted to try something that wasn't AU for once, I hope that y'all like.

One

I slide backwards onto the bed and pull Dom close to me, my blood boiling in my veins. Dom makes to cover my body with his own, eagerly, until he stops abruptly, his eyes scanning my upper body. He pulls on the bottom of my shirt, then fixes his gaze on my own.

"Can I?"

I nod, sitting up for a moment so he can relieve me of my shirt. His hands graze my stomach and I giggle loudly and unexpectedly. I blush deeply, embarrassed, as my hand covers my mouth suddenly.

"Your cheeks are almost as red as your hair," Dom comments, a grin on his face.

"Sorry."

"Matthew."

"Yeah?"

"Don't apologize," Dom says softly, his hands tracing a lazy pattern across my chest. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, you know."

That's an incredibly sweet and tender sentiment but its also one that throws me into a panic; the thought of him not touching me right now is too horrible to bear. "I'm fine. I'm just..." I gasp into an awkward laugh as his thumbs slide across my nipples, "I don't know what to do." Dom does it again and an electric current jolts through my body. "Oh, god," I moan, my eyes falling shut, "what the hell?"

"Just relax," he answers, as his mouth closes around my hard left nipple and I jump, I actually motherfucking jump at how good it feels. His hair may be short to the scalp but that doesn't stop me from latching onto it with both hands as I arch my back into his efforts. I've never had this much attention paid to my nipples before; when he does the same thing to the right one I silently curse all the women I've been with up to this point for not paying attention to them before.

How fucking dare them.

"You like that?"

"Of course I do," I groan. A thought flashes across my mind and I decide to give it voice. "What's it like?"

Dom stops what he's doing and with a last wet kiss to my nipple, looks up. "What?"

"Doing..." I nod in the direction of my chest, "that. What's it like?"

He smiles and rests his head against my collarbone, one arm winding around my waist. "It's.. hot, hard flesh. I love it; it's a fucking kink. Do you know how goddamn good you taste?"

I shake my head slowly, my fingertips sliding across his smooth shoulder. "How do you taste?"

He doesn't say a word, instead simply leans up to kiss me again. Luckily for me he doesn't stop there; he lifts his body higher and positions his chest in front of my face. When I look up, his eyes are boring into my own but when he places one hand behind my head to guide my mouth to one of his nipples, they flutter shut.

It's yet another example of how the two of us are in total sync when it counts. Still, though, I'm hesitant at first. I'm nervous and worried that I won't be able to make him feel good but I know I have to get over that and just fucking go for it. I lick my lips and kiss the hot, hard nub, elated when I manage to coax a gorgeous groan from Dom's mouth. Closing my own eyes I swipe my tongue across it, my brow furrowing in concentration, hoping to be able to remember just what he likes. He shivers against me so I do it again, and a third time, after which I gently suck the nipple into my mouth.

"Fuck, Matt," he moans, his cockhead leaving sticky dots against my mid-section. I try to focus on how he tastes; he's musky and masculine and those attributes, paired with the slight hair that frames his nipple, make for a potent combination that takes my breath away. I drag my teeth across it experimentally, Dom's hand tightening in my hair almost painfully now.

"Wait," he gasps, turning to lie next to me on his back and pulling me with him. I find myself on top of Dom now, my face in the middle of his chest. "There. Is this ok?"

I nod, squinting at the shock of red hair that's fallen into my eyes as Dom slides one arm smoothly around my body, pulling me closer. I close my eyes as his fingertips scatter random patterns across my spine, pressing my cheek against his breastbone. After I've had sufficient time to revel in this new and addictive way that he feels, I open my eyes and shake the hair from my face. Dom's staring at me with a look that is one part calm and two parts horny. I stare back at him with one that is one part terrified, one part excited and one part really horny.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I didn't want to, really."

"Then don't." Dom stretches, placing another pillow behind his head.

"O-okay," I mumble. "I'm just..."

"Curious," he says, effectively finishing my thought for me. I am getting the impression that perhaps he's been in this position himself before - or, again, maybe he just knows me that well.

"Yeah, that." I exhale shakily as Dom's hands capture my face, his thumb stroking my lower lip slowly. Before I can stop myself I dot it with a quick kiss, which causes the corners of his mouth to turn up ever so slightly.

"Curiosity's a bastard," he continues, his thumb now sliding against my cheek. "You should do something about that."

"Piss off," I chuckle, Dom's smile widening despite the fact that he's biting his lower lip bashfully.

"I mean it."

"Mean what?"

"Think about it."

I do as he says and I can fucking feel the flush creeping up my body, although the fact that one of his hands is making it's way down my spine, stopping short of my waistband, might have something to do with that.

"Oh," I whisper.

"Anything. Do anything you want with me tonight, Matt."

"Okay," I say again, clearly devoid of the ability to say anything appropriately substantial right now. I don't waste a second and dive in again, kissing across his chest, his heartbeat thundering away mere inches from my mouth. It's when I deliver another set of licks to his nipple that I hear him whisper something that goes right to my cock.

"All night long. More."

His arms slide around my back and he pulls me close as I set in, kissing a trail across to one of his collarbones. I give it a prounounced bite, Dom's grip sliding down my body to grip my waist so tightly that I fear he may bruise me. It spurs me on and bolsters my confidence so much that I slowly kiss my way up his neck and allow one of my hands to slide under his body. My nervousness is starting to dissipate as I begin to kiss his stubble covered cheek; I glance up and see that his eyes have fallen closed. I keep my eyes on his as I kiss his lips suddenly and when they fly open in surprise I'm privy to a shock of grey like nothing I've ever seen before.

Dominic Howard is, for lack of a better word that works in this precise situation, beautiful.

I never thought I'd ever classify another man that way; it seems fitting, though, that the first time I do it's in reference to Dom. It's like seeing him in a new light that I don't think I'll ever be able to extinguish, while at the same time wondering how I've managed to survive without it all these years.

Our kisses deepen in intensity, our tongues battling for dominancy as we both pant in frustration as well as lust. I want to take him up on his offer, though; if he wants me to do anything I want to with him, then that's exactly what's going to happen.

I'm going to indulge myself.

There's a particular spot on his body that I've always been fascinated with; one that I've always stolen glances of whenever I could find the opportunity to do so. Still kissing him, I open my eyes and glance to the left, to his tanned shoulder. I reach for it, kneading it, caressing it for a bit then my touch trails down his arm until I've reached for his hand. Dom allows me to put it above his head and it's then, only then, that I move over and press my cheek against his shoulder. I pepper the skin there with kisses, inching my way to his biceps so I can deliver a sharp bite to them. I smile into my efforts when he slaps my arse in protest.

"Too hard?"

"Not hard enough. Do it again."

I do as he asks and I can hear him yelp in pain, so I lathe the bite with my tongue. When I lift my mouth I'm greeted with a bright red welt marring his skin. That's not the part of his body I'm seeking out, though.

A few months back I remember minding my own business in the studio when I walked in while Dom was pounding out a particularly fierce beat for Hyper Music. The fucker was doing it shirtless and suddenly he raised one of his arms up in the air and I caught a random glimpse of the hair in his armpit. Next thing I knew I was hiding in the nearest loo with my dick in my hand, panting and sweating like a whore while I rubbed one out like a horny schoolboy.

I learned a long time ago not to question the things that bring me pleasure, but that doesn't mean that I always fully understand them. At first I found myself wondering if there were a support group for such an odd obession. Hi, my name is Matthew and I'm turned on by Dom's armpits. After a while, though, I just accepted it.

Being this close to him I can see the way that the curve of his inner arm ends in a cloud of slight, fine blond hair. It fluffs beautifully when I blow into it, Dom twitching against me.

"Tickles!"

"Shhh," I command. I move closer and I can smell him - but it's not an unpleasant scent. It's just one of heat and masculinity and when I peck the area just above the tuft of hair Dom sighs and I die a little on the inside.

"My armpit? You're weird."

"And you're leaking," I remind him, distinctly aware of the dampness on my own stomach now. Dom closes his mouth quickly with a flush on his face.

"Rude."

"Fuck off," I mumble, kissing him squarely in the center of his armpit. He full-on cackles and brings my lips back to his own and I can't help giggling a little myself.

I feel him hook one of his legs around my body as we continue with our make out session. I reach for it with a trembling hand and it's then that I remember that, oh yeah, he's been naked all this time. His legs are criminally smooth and fantastically warm to the touch; I slide my fingertips along his knee and trace out a path to his shin before repeating the motion with my palm.

"Are you..." he gasps between kisses, "are you gonna...?"

"What?"

Dom pulls back and silently tugs at the button of my jeans gently.

"You want me to?"

"Yeah."

I have to close my eyes for a moment to comprehend what's about to happen. Clearly, Dom has more in mind than mere heavy petting.

Brilliant, Matthew. He's naked and you've been in each other's arms for the last half hour and you're actually surprised that he wants more? Idiot.

I release his leg and fall onto my back next to him, panting. As much as I've loved having him at my mercy, I want him on top of me again. I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath.

"C'mere," he whispers.

He straddles my thighs, leaning down to assault my neck with the hottest of kisses. With each gasp of breath that hits my skin I arch my back, noting the way that the shivers he's giving me run all the way down my body. It's when they reach my cock, however, that I can't help but groan. Dom's hand caresses my skin, trailing down my chest, across my nipple, and past my navel, coming to a stop at the button of my jeans. He sits back on his haunches and peers down between my legs. My eyes follow his path and soon we're both staring at my erection pressing against the fabric insistently across my left thigh.

"Mmm," he sighs quietly, more to himself than to me, "there you are." When his fingertip presses gently into the head of my cock I bite back a moan but I don't say anything; I don't dare break the spell.

The look on his face as he watches my cock twitch and pulse in my jeans is a stunning and fascinating combination of intrigued and hungry. I'm caught between wanting to make a move of my own and wanting Dom to just do with me what he will. Somewhere, in the far recesses of my brain, a shrill voice is telling me that this has the potential to change the familiar dynamic between us, but luckily I manage to squash it before I can think too hard about what it's telling me.

When I come back into the moment I am met with a curious glance, Dom's hand tugging slightly at my flies.

"Do it, Dom."

You wouldn't believe how quickly he manages to unbutton and unzip them; before I know what's happening I've lifted my arse so he can pull them down my legs. If Trouser Removal were to ever become an Olympic event, Dom would certainly be a Gold medalist.

Another frantic shift in time later and he's covered his body with my own. The heat alone causes a shock to my system, especially the feeling of his cock pressing against mine. Dom whispers dirty words into my ear, his hips grinding into mine ever so slightly, but enough that I can map the outline of his cock by feel alone.

He's so thick.

"You need to tell me right now," he growls against my lower lip, "if this is okay or not, Matt." For good measure he grinds against my groin, eliciting a frantic gasp from me. I've never felt this particular sort of friction before, dick to dick, I mean. It sends my pulse into a turmoil and causes me to buck up against him in search of more.

"How long have we known each other?"

Curious at my seemingly random question, he cocks his head, the wheels turning behind his eyes. "Forever, it seems."

"Yeah. But," I reply breathlessly, "but... "

"What?"

"How long?"

"What?"

I clear my throat and try again. "How long have you wanted... me?"

His eyes are dark and clear and I shiver when his hand reaches behind my head to turn the forgotten vibrator back on.

"Too long."

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