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Down The Bunny Trail
Title: Down The Bunny Trail
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millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, language, poorly executed costumes.
Summary: It's Easter. Matthew is plotting.
Feedback: Is appreciated, but please, just enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no profit is being made & this is fiction.
Beta/Support:dolce_piccante, myz_bee & frisky_biscuit, who are wonderful friends and utterly essential to my writing. Love you all. <3
Author's Note: Idk. I wanted to write something for the holiday. Also, I have apparently lost my grip on reality lol. Hope y'all like!
"Have you lost your fucking mind?"
"I've no idea what you're talking about."
"I'll show you." Dominic took Matthew by the hand, pausing in front of the large mirror in their den and positioned his boyfriend in front of it. "There. Look at yourself and tell me that this is normal attire, Matt."
"What? Is it the tail? It's the tail, isn't it - you don't like the tail," Matthew commented, his face falling. "Shit."
"It's not the tail. It's, well, fuck, okay the tail is part of it but-"
"I thought you wanted to have an Easter egg hunt."
"Yes, but not here, with you! I meant that maybe we could go over to Chris and Kelly's and have one with the kids!"
"Bollocks to that. My costume is much better than anything any of them would wear."
"Matt, you're naked, with cotton balls taped to your arse and a ridiculous pair of rabbit ears on your head. This isn't a costume, it's a goddamned cry for help. An abomination, if you will. A fashion disaster of epic-"
Matthew waved his hand dismissively. "Really, Dom. They're not taped to my arse, they're glued to it. Pay attention."
"I stand corrected."
"I"ve put a lot of work into this, I'll have you know," Matthew commented, crossing his arms petulantly, "and you're being rude. Aren't you even gonna look for the eggs I've hidden?"
"Is one of them up your arse?"
Matthew opened his mouth to speak then shut it abruptly. After a beat, he continued. "Hmm, would you like one to be?"
"Sweet Christ, you are batshit insane."
"Come on," he turned in Dominic's arms with a huff, "don't be a downer. Aren't you curious as to what I've hidden in the eggs at least? If you really don't wanna play I'll just get dressed and-"
"Whoa," Dominic replied, holding Matthew in place firmly, "let's be clear, I never want you to get dressed." Matthew grinned at him and winked, the oversized white fluffy ears leering down at Dominic like giant twin skyscrapers of fluffy doom. "Would be a shame to let all this," he gestured in the direction of Matthew's groin, "go to waste." He leaned in to kiss Matthew's lips softly, the brunet's arms tangling in Dominic's hair.
"If you find all your eggs," Matthew gasped into their kiss, "you'll be rewarded."
"I will?"
"Mmmhmm. There's a method to my madness, you know. There are three eggs hidden somewhere in this flat. I'll be in the bedroom, when you find them, come join me."
Dominic didn't have time to ask any questions, because as Matthew skipped (yes, he fucking skipped) away, his semi-hard dick swung back and forth tantalizingly and the drummer's brain short circuted. Dominic had to stifle a giggle; he was certain his lover was humming "Here Comes Peter Cottontail" all the way to their bedroom. Life with Matthew Bellamy was certainly full of surprises, and even though Dominic didn't always understand Matthew's eccentricities, he certainly did love him (and his bits) to bits.
So that was why, a mere ten seconds later, the blond threw his leather jacket aside and set into hunting eggs with a grin on his face. His steps were hurried, mostly due to the fact that his groin was tightening more and more with every passing moment. The promise of a nice long session with Matthew was enough to make him spring into action at any given time, to be honest.
He tried to put himself in Matthew's mind, which was a frankly terrifying prospect, to suss out where the singer would hide something. He wandered into the kitchen and out of the corner of his eye something bright pink caught his eye. The first egg he found was a bright pink plastic one that Matthew had carefully nestled within the bowl of Twix bars on the table in the kitchen.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a matching blue egg as well as a green one. He frowned, scratching his balls absentmindedly.
"Um, Matthew," he yelled.
"Yes, my little chocolate chick?"
"Did you hide them all in the same place?"
"Um... yes."
"That's not very challenging. I'm disappointed."
"I'm not looking to impress the Nobel Committee, Dom. I'm looking to get laid."
"Noted," the blond commented, the corners of his lips turning up.
"I got lazy, and besides, the glue was starting to make my arse itch. Plus, there was a program on telly about black holes and I got distracted while waiting for you to get home."
Dominic shook his head and laughed, gathering the plastic eggs into his hands and sprinting to the bedroom. Matthew was kneeling, a naughty expression on his face as he lazily stroked himself. Dominic joined him on the bed with an excited giggle, eggs in hand, much like a hyper child who had just found a super secret stash of creamy chocolate candy.
"You gonna open them or what? Not the blue one, though. That's for after."
"For after what?" Dominic was already on the task at hand, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth.
Matthew straightened his bunny ears. "After the mind-blowing sex, of course."
The pink egg was already split open, the plastic halves tossed haphazardly aside to reveal the treasure inside: a tiny tube of lube. He smirked at Matthew.
"You've managed to take a children's novelty and turn it into something kinky. This is why I love you."
"What did you think you'd find, candy? Now do the green one."
"It's a rubber, no wait," he inspected the foil package closely, "it's a french tickler?"
"You should be pleased, it's ribbed for my pleasure."
Dominic chuckled, turning to Matthew as he began to shrug out of his clothes. "This was a pretty elaborate scheme just to get me into bed, you know. Why all the fuss?"
"Today's a holiday and I like to be festive."
Dominic wracked his brain to think of a comeback but then Matthew's mouth was on his neck and he lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. It happened again when Matthew had gotten him completely naked and sucked him to full length, and when the brunet asked him in a husky voice to let him put the condom on Dominic's cock with his mouth. The drummer had moaned, arching his back while Matthew expertly slid the rubber onto Dominic's length; he put his hands in Matthew's hair only to have them swatted away when they strayed too close to the bunny ears atop the singer's head.
Then Matthew was riding him harder than he had in a long time, Dominic's entire body reeling as wave after wave of pleasure wracked his writhing body. Filthy words filled the air to mingle with the sounds of sex, the two of them establishing a punishing rhythm.
Dominic should have found the situation laughable, him fucking a man who was wearing a (admittedly crap) Easter Bunny costume. This wouldn't be the first time that they'd indulged in a little bit of dressing-up in bed. (There was one unfortunate incident where they tried to role-play as Sandy and Danny from Grease, only for Dominic to get the zipper of his poodle skirt caught in Matthew's pubic hair.) So, the blond was used to Matthew being more than a little kinky in bed now and then.
Suddenly Matthew did that thing with his hips that he did so fucking well and Dominic's cock was gripped so tightly that all he could do was scream in appreciation. He gasped, pistoning his hips upward, his fingertips pressing into Matthew's nipples, the bunny ears now hanging haphazardly on the bouncing brunet's head.
Dominic could feel his orgasm building; he leaned up for a sloppy kiss and was vaguely aware of Matthew shooting his load so hard that some of it nailed Dominic in the chin and ear. Such a base, primal thing pushed the drummer over the edge and he came too, with a cry and a few choice expletives on his lips.
They took their time to recover, both still rocking into each other to savor the occasional aftershock, their lips pressed together the whole time. Dominic was still sheathed inside Matthew when the brunet braced himself with his hands on either side of the blond's chest chest heaving with the effort to take a breath.
Dominic was utterly confused when Matthew started to giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"Forget it."
"What," Dominic groaned, still panting.
"Nothing, nothing. Was gonna make a dirty jellybean joke but I'm knackered."
Dominic eyed him warily, too tired to argue. He pulled Matthew close to him, the brunet resting his head against Dominic's chest. The blond's nose itched as one of the rabbit ears tickled it. His hands slid down Matthew's wet back, coming to rest on the mound of cotton that was still affixed to the skin on the upper part of the brunet's arse. He playfully grabbed it and pulled hard, intending to throw them across the room.
Matthew screamed in agony.
One hour later
"What kind of idiot uses super glue to attach something to his skin?" Dominic hissed, making sure the nurse assigned to Matthew hadn't heard him. "Are you mad?"
"What kind of idiot pulls a man's cottontail off without warning?"
"Men don't have cottontails."
"Sometimes they do," Matthew pouted. "Besides, I thought that if I sweated enough they'd just fall off."
Dominic sighed. Just then the doctor came into the room and politely asked Dominic to give them some privacy. The blond obliged and walked outside into the quiet hallway. He put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and it was then that he remembered he'd stashed the blue plastic egg in the left one before they left for A&E.
He opened it and gasped. There, in the palm of his hand, rested a silver keychain that happened to be in the shape of a small rabbit. A small note was attached to it, in the form of a heart scrawled in Matt's unmistakable penmanship. Dominic melted, walking back to the door of Matthew's room and peeked inside.
Matthew was on his stomach, arse bared, as the doctor worked diligently to remove the last of the glue. The singer looked up and noticed Dominic, who held up the keychain and mouthed "Thank you. I love you."
The brunet smiled bashfully and asked the nurse to hand him his phone, which was in the pocket of his jacket in the corner. Once he had it in hand, in no time at all, Dominic's mobile buzzed with a text alert. He opened the message eagerly.
~I love you, too.~
Dominic smiled, his phone buzzing again a second later.
~Bunny fucker.~
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, language, poorly executed costumes.
Summary: It's Easter. Matthew is plotting.
Feedback: Is appreciated, but please, just enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no profit is being made & this is fiction.
Beta/Support:
dolce_piccante, myz_bee & frisky_biscuit, who are wonderful friends and utterly essential to my writing. Love you all. <3 Author's Note: Idk. I wanted to write something for the holiday. Also, I have apparently lost my grip on reality lol. Hope y'all like!
"Have you lost your fucking mind?"
"I've no idea what you're talking about."
"I'll show you." Dominic took Matthew by the hand, pausing in front of the large mirror in their den and positioned his boyfriend in front of it. "There. Look at yourself and tell me that this is normal attire, Matt."
"What? Is it the tail? It's the tail, isn't it - you don't like the tail," Matthew commented, his face falling. "Shit."
"It's not the tail. It's, well, fuck, okay the tail is part of it but-"
"I thought you wanted to have an Easter egg hunt."
"Yes, but not here, with you! I meant that maybe we could go over to Chris and Kelly's and have one with the kids!"
"Bollocks to that. My costume is much better than anything any of them would wear."
"Matt, you're naked, with cotton balls taped to your arse and a ridiculous pair of rabbit ears on your head. This isn't a costume, it's a goddamned cry for help. An abomination, if you will. A fashion disaster of epic-"
Matthew waved his hand dismissively. "Really, Dom. They're not taped to my arse, they're glued to it. Pay attention."
"I stand corrected."
"I"ve put a lot of work into this, I'll have you know," Matthew commented, crossing his arms petulantly, "and you're being rude. Aren't you even gonna look for the eggs I've hidden?"
"Is one of them up your arse?"
Matthew opened his mouth to speak then shut it abruptly. After a beat, he continued. "Hmm, would you like one to be?"
"Sweet Christ, you are batshit insane."
"Come on," he turned in Dominic's arms with a huff, "don't be a downer. Aren't you curious as to what I've hidden in the eggs at least? If you really don't wanna play I'll just get dressed and-"
"Whoa," Dominic replied, holding Matthew in place firmly, "let's be clear, I never want you to get dressed." Matthew grinned at him and winked, the oversized white fluffy ears leering down at Dominic like giant twin skyscrapers of fluffy doom. "Would be a shame to let all this," he gestured in the direction of Matthew's groin, "go to waste." He leaned in to kiss Matthew's lips softly, the brunet's arms tangling in Dominic's hair.
"If you find all your eggs," Matthew gasped into their kiss, "you'll be rewarded."
"I will?"
"Mmmhmm. There's a method to my madness, you know. There are three eggs hidden somewhere in this flat. I'll be in the bedroom, when you find them, come join me."
Dominic didn't have time to ask any questions, because as Matthew skipped (yes, he fucking skipped) away, his semi-hard dick swung back and forth tantalizingly and the drummer's brain short circuted. Dominic had to stifle a giggle; he was certain his lover was humming "Here Comes Peter Cottontail" all the way to their bedroom. Life with Matthew Bellamy was certainly full of surprises, and even though Dominic didn't always understand Matthew's eccentricities, he certainly did love him (and his bits) to bits.
So that was why, a mere ten seconds later, the blond threw his leather jacket aside and set into hunting eggs with a grin on his face. His steps were hurried, mostly due to the fact that his groin was tightening more and more with every passing moment. The promise of a nice long session with Matthew was enough to make him spring into action at any given time, to be honest.
He tried to put himself in Matthew's mind, which was a frankly terrifying prospect, to suss out where the singer would hide something. He wandered into the kitchen and out of the corner of his eye something bright pink caught his eye. The first egg he found was a bright pink plastic one that Matthew had carefully nestled within the bowl of Twix bars on the table in the kitchen.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a matching blue egg as well as a green one. He frowned, scratching his balls absentmindedly.
"Um, Matthew," he yelled.
"Yes, my little chocolate chick?"
"Did you hide them all in the same place?"
"Um... yes."
"That's not very challenging. I'm disappointed."
"I'm not looking to impress the Nobel Committee, Dom. I'm looking to get laid."
"Noted," the blond commented, the corners of his lips turning up.
"I got lazy, and besides, the glue was starting to make my arse itch. Plus, there was a program on telly about black holes and I got distracted while waiting for you to get home."
Dominic shook his head and laughed, gathering the plastic eggs into his hands and sprinting to the bedroom. Matthew was kneeling, a naughty expression on his face as he lazily stroked himself. Dominic joined him on the bed with an excited giggle, eggs in hand, much like a hyper child who had just found a super secret stash of creamy chocolate candy.
"You gonna open them or what? Not the blue one, though. That's for after."
"For after what?" Dominic was already on the task at hand, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth.
Matthew straightened his bunny ears. "After the mind-blowing sex, of course."
The pink egg was already split open, the plastic halves tossed haphazardly aside to reveal the treasure inside: a tiny tube of lube. He smirked at Matthew.
"You've managed to take a children's novelty and turn it into something kinky. This is why I love you."
"What did you think you'd find, candy? Now do the green one."
"It's a rubber, no wait," he inspected the foil package closely, "it's a french tickler?"
"You should be pleased, it's ribbed for my pleasure."
Dominic chuckled, turning to Matthew as he began to shrug out of his clothes. "This was a pretty elaborate scheme just to get me into bed, you know. Why all the fuss?"
"Today's a holiday and I like to be festive."
Dominic wracked his brain to think of a comeback but then Matthew's mouth was on his neck and he lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. It happened again when Matthew had gotten him completely naked and sucked him to full length, and when the brunet asked him in a husky voice to let him put the condom on Dominic's cock with his mouth. The drummer had moaned, arching his back while Matthew expertly slid the rubber onto Dominic's length; he put his hands in Matthew's hair only to have them swatted away when they strayed too close to the bunny ears atop the singer's head.
Then Matthew was riding him harder than he had in a long time, Dominic's entire body reeling as wave after wave of pleasure wracked his writhing body. Filthy words filled the air to mingle with the sounds of sex, the two of them establishing a punishing rhythm.
Dominic should have found the situation laughable, him fucking a man who was wearing a (admittedly crap) Easter Bunny costume. This wouldn't be the first time that they'd indulged in a little bit of dressing-up in bed. (There was one unfortunate incident where they tried to role-play as Sandy and Danny from Grease, only for Dominic to get the zipper of his poodle skirt caught in Matthew's pubic hair.) So, the blond was used to Matthew being more than a little kinky in bed now and then.
Suddenly Matthew did that thing with his hips that he did so fucking well and Dominic's cock was gripped so tightly that all he could do was scream in appreciation. He gasped, pistoning his hips upward, his fingertips pressing into Matthew's nipples, the bunny ears now hanging haphazardly on the bouncing brunet's head.
Dominic could feel his orgasm building; he leaned up for a sloppy kiss and was vaguely aware of Matthew shooting his load so hard that some of it nailed Dominic in the chin and ear. Such a base, primal thing pushed the drummer over the edge and he came too, with a cry and a few choice expletives on his lips.
They took their time to recover, both still rocking into each other to savor the occasional aftershock, their lips pressed together the whole time. Dominic was still sheathed inside Matthew when the brunet braced himself with his hands on either side of the blond's chest chest heaving with the effort to take a breath.
Dominic was utterly confused when Matthew started to giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"Forget it."
"What," Dominic groaned, still panting.
"Nothing, nothing. Was gonna make a dirty jellybean joke but I'm knackered."
Dominic eyed him warily, too tired to argue. He pulled Matthew close to him, the brunet resting his head against Dominic's chest. The blond's nose itched as one of the rabbit ears tickled it. His hands slid down Matthew's wet back, coming to rest on the mound of cotton that was still affixed to the skin on the upper part of the brunet's arse. He playfully grabbed it and pulled hard, intending to throw them across the room.
Matthew screamed in agony.
"What kind of idiot uses super glue to attach something to his skin?" Dominic hissed, making sure the nurse assigned to Matthew hadn't heard him. "Are you mad?"
"What kind of idiot pulls a man's cottontail off without warning?"
"Men don't have cottontails."
"Sometimes they do," Matthew pouted. "Besides, I thought that if I sweated enough they'd just fall off."
Dominic sighed. Just then the doctor came into the room and politely asked Dominic to give them some privacy. The blond obliged and walked outside into the quiet hallway. He put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and it was then that he remembered he'd stashed the blue plastic egg in the left one before they left for A&E.
He opened it and gasped. There, in the palm of his hand, rested a silver keychain that happened to be in the shape of a small rabbit. A small note was attached to it, in the form of a heart scrawled in Matt's unmistakable penmanship. Dominic melted, walking back to the door of Matthew's room and peeked inside.
Matthew was on his stomach, arse bared, as the doctor worked diligently to remove the last of the glue. The singer looked up and noticed Dominic, who held up the keychain and mouthed "Thank you. I love you."
The brunet smiled bashfully and asked the nurse to hand him his phone, which was in the pocket of his jacket in the corner. Once he had it in hand, in no time at all, Dominic's mobile buzzed with a text alert. He opened the message eagerly.
~I love you, too.~
Dominic smiled, his phone buzzing again a second later.
~Bunny fucker.~
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