million_star | Gratification

Title: Gratification
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, smut
Summary: From a prompt on the pay-it-forward prompt meme (link in sidebar) from

aka_demon72 - Non-AU. T2L era. Dirty, please. Dom gets his dates mixed up and thinks Matt isn't coming home for another few days, and decides to engage in some "him time" (with some of his favourite toys, of course). Obviously, he gets caught. Whether or not they engage in teh seksi tiemz is up to you. ^__^
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always,

dolce_piccante - thank you so much. <3
Author's Note: If you choose to read, thank you as always, and I hope you enjoy.

Sometimes, a guy just needs a bit of alone time.

You know?

Time to just relax, and indulge in something that might be a little different, a little exotic.

It's not like Matt and I don't play with toys occasionally, because we do. This time, though, I wanted to explore a bit of solo indulgence, if you will.

It's probably quite arrogant of me to say this, but I love the way my body feels beneath my own touch. It's one of the most basic and primal urges a man can experience, after all, so why not enjoy it? Why not sing out in praise of what is, frankly, a pretty 'tight and gorgeous' male body? Matt called me that once while he was drunk - when I called him out on it he was mortified, which was pretty damned entertaining. I have no idea why he was so embarrassed by that. If you ask me, he should have been embarrassed when he called me a douchenozzle last week, but he thought that was fucking hilarious.

The toy itself is one that will be for my own private collection. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I intentionally want to keep this from Matt for nefarious reasons; it's simply that I like having something of my own, especially for times when we can't be together. Even though we are practically joined at the hip most days, there are certain times when we are forced apart. Tonight is one of those nights; he is off doing an interview with a magazine about guitar technology or some shit.

It was a stroke of luck that the vibrator arrived this morning. I've been waiting all day for the chance to play with it a little, and the knowledge that I would be able to do so alone tonight has made the anticipation all the more palpable.

And so, I find myself in our bed, gloriously naked, with a brand new leopard print vibrator and a tube of lube in my hand. I get right down to it, and I'm already painfully hard, but that's nothing new. Wait, where was I. Right.

Nipples, thighs, chest, shoulders. I explore my body thoroughly, reverently, each caress and touch causing little sparks of arousal to begin to come to life inside of me. I look at the vibrator and lick it, curious to how it tastes and feels. One hand finds my dick and begins to pull slowly, a low groan escaping from my mouth until I silence myself with the vibrator, sucking on it in earnest now.

I had hoped to make this last but fuck that. instead I find myself turning onto my side and removing the plug so I can slide the toy in smoothly and switch it on. I want to see what this fucker can do, and hell, I can always go again later and take my time.

I've just put the damn thing in when I hear the bedroom door open and much to my shock, Matthew is looking at me in the doorway, eyes wide.

"What the fuck are you doing back? You just left!" I argue, my dick close to deflating from sheer embarrassment.

He tosses his black leather jacket on the floor and walks toward me slowly. "Interviewer canceled."

"Well, shit."

"Can I play too?" he asks softly, shedding his clothes

I close my eyes with a sigh, happy that he's choosing not to make fun of me for once in his life. When I open them, he's already naked and next to me, so I pounce, pausing only to remove the vibrator until he grabs at my arm.

"Leave it. I like it," he whispers, turning onto his side, his head at my thighs, which he begins to kiss softly, which goes straight to my dick, which has happily decided to join the party after all. I lie on my side and close my eyes, my fingertips touching his shoulders, his hair, his cheekbones, and every other inch of skin I can reach. I close my eyes and relax into his ministrations, the vibrator still buzzing inside me.

I open them when I can suddenly feel his breath against my dick - it's like the best kind of tease that you never want to end, that you feel you could happily die from. I know what he wants, so I turn onto my side to face him, carding my fingers through his hair as he presses his lips to the root of my dick. In kind, I maneuver myself properly so I can return the favor and before I can even process what's happening, we are lapping at each others dickheads.

It's a pleasure that is all-encompassing, especially when it's hard to tell where I end and he begins. Matt's dick is heavy and hot when I suck it into my mouth properly, and when he moans around my own dick, the vibrations send delicious shudders down my spine.

From there we move gently, almost lazily, our bodies writhing in an odd sort of tandem. Both of us are sucking slowly, yet with definite purpose. He lifts off for a moment to catch his breath, instead choosing to lick a moist stripe up and across my prick, as though he is on a mission to make it as wet and as hot as he possibly can.

It's working.

I feel him in every inch of my body, from the sweat breaking out on my brow, to the tension in my legs and toes as I try to hold myself back from the edge.

I have to release a moan of my own when he goes back to sucking me properly, his lips the most wet and perfectly soft sheath I've ever encountered. Each of my senses are heightened tonight, and the vibrator still buzzing away in my arse is amplifying that. Needing a breath of my own, I let him slide from my lips my head falling back onto the duvet as my hips move gently. My tongue licks at his balls, sucking one and then the other the way I know he loves so much, and when I do, I am rewarded with yet another moan that morphs into a fevered grunt, which is the hottest sound I have ever heard in my life.

I take him in hand and stroke him, careful to keep him on edge while he is taking such amazing care of me, and it's just when I think this can't possibly get any better that he reaches behind me and slowly fucks me with the vibrator. All hope of coherence leaves the bedroom when this happens, for all I can do now is latch my fingers onto his hair and fuck his mouth like it's never been fucked before. I throw some filthy words at him to spur him on, all the while still wanking him and licking the head of his dick.

He turns the tables, though, literally, when he removes the vibrator and lifts his mouth off just as my orgasm began to build. I open my mouth to protest but with a force I didn't know he possessed he's got me face-down on the bed and has slid inside me, thick and hot and so very Matthew. He fucks into me hard, so hard that I can only lie there and take it with my mouth stuck open in an "o" shape, my hands clutching the headboard. I don't even have the energy to take myself in hand, but Matt is on top of things, literally, and is working me over like a pro, his hand jerking me expertly as his dick fills me just as perfectly.

It's pressure. It's friction. It's heat.

It's killing me in the best way because he is so goddamned hot and thick.

When I finally come and shoot all over the duvet, the noises that I make are ones that I am certain I will get made fun of for a few moments from now, but I honestly could care less because as I feel Matt coming inside me, he's making them too. His hips piston wildly as he empties himself into me, every moan and wail and groan and grunt that he makes becoming a soundtrack to me continuing to milk tiny spasms of pleasure from my own dick.

It takes us a few minutes to even be capable of thought, let alone speech, so instead I pull him next to me and we lie together in a sweaty, panting heap of limbs. Eventually Matt lifts his head, looks at me, and says five words that I was not expecting at all.

"Did you get me one?"

Silly Matthew.

Of course I did.

I ordered his red glitter model just this morning.