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million_starTitle: Platinum
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Pairing: Belldom, non-AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, language.
Summary: Hair color is serious business. Or is it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is complete fiction.
Beta/Support: The gloriousdolce_piccante. <3
Author's Note: Just a silly drabble in light of recent Muse-y events. If you choose to read, thank you, so so much. I hope you enjoy.
Matthew knew it was a bad idea.
To be fair, he told Dominic it was a bad idea.
He protested when Dominic first cupped his arse through his jeans. He tried to remain calm when he looked down and into Dominic's eyes, which were sparkling with mischief. He tried to protest when Dominic palmed him, when he realized that his dick was responding even though his brain was screaming out for it not to.
He tried.
Such was his disapproval of the situation he found himself in that he even tried to talk his dick out of rising to the occasion.
Stop it, dick.
No.
Really, I said stop it, Skippy.
I-
Ooh, fuck.
Wait, there, to the left. Yeah...
"We shouldn't, look at the time," he argues aloud for the last time, rather half-heartedly. "You need to-"
"It's fine," Dominic had purred, "we've got time for a quick shag. C'mon."
Now, at this point, atop Dominic, riding him like his very life depended on achieving orgasm, he gave up protesting because jesusfuck now Dominic was wanking him and it felt so good he couldn't focus on anything else. Beneath him, Dominic's hips roll wildly as his eyes roll back into his head, sheer and total pleasure enveloping him.
They come at practically the same time, Matthew grunting in a decidedly filthy manner when he shoots all over Dominic's chest, the feel of Dominic's release filling him fueling his lust. Dominic empties himself into Matthew's heat with a groan of his own, his hands on Matthew's inner thighs, digging angry welts into the creamy skin.
A few minutes later Matthew stumbles into the bathroom and his mouth hits the floor at what he sees.
"I told you to look at the time," Matthew yells, shaking his head as they stare, together, into the bathroom mirror, "You said you could do this by yourself and I told you, and now look!" he gestures wildly to Dominc's reflection.
Dominic sighs, biting his lip nervously as he surveys his freshly dried, and now bleached, hair. The sigh morphs into a giggle as he shrugs.
"Well, shit."
"You're... you're not mad?"
"Eh, it's for Halloween, and it's just hair, Matt. It'll sort itself out."
"... okaaaaay."
"Don't beat yourself up though, please."
"Why, pray tell, would I beat myself up?"
"Because really, this is your fault."
"Come again?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Explain."
"Well, if you hadn't seduced me just now, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have been distracted, and I would have realized it was time to rinse. It's very simple."
"Seduced you?! All I did was walk into the room!" Matthew sputters. "You were the one who got touchy and got me all hot and bothered! I only came in to see if you needed any help!"
"I just hope you'll be able to sleep well tonight with this guilt hanging over you." Dominic continues, as he washes his hands and giggles to himself. "Don't worry, though, I am prepared to grant absolution for this particular transgression..."
"You said we had plenty of time! I, wait... do what now?"
"...in the form of a hard spanking. Maybe more than one."
Matthew blinks, then nods slowly. "Nothing wrong with a bit of punishment, I reckon. It's the only way I'll ever learn my lesson."
Dominic grins.
Any excuse for a spanking, after all.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom, non-AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, language.
Summary: Hair color is serious business. Or is it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is complete fiction.
Beta/Support: The glorious
dolce_piccante. <3Author's Note: Just a silly drabble in light of recent Muse-y events. If you choose to read, thank you, so so much. I hope you enjoy.
Matthew knew it was a bad idea.
To be fair, he told Dominic it was a bad idea.
He protested when Dominic first cupped his arse through his jeans. He tried to remain calm when he looked down and into Dominic's eyes, which were sparkling with mischief. He tried to protest when Dominic palmed him, when he realized that his dick was responding even though his brain was screaming out for it not to.
He tried.
Such was his disapproval of the situation he found himself in that he even tried to talk his dick out of rising to the occasion.
Stop it, dick.
No.
Really, I said stop it, Skippy.
I-
Ooh, fuck.
Wait, there, to the left. Yeah...
"We shouldn't, look at the time," he argues aloud for the last time, rather half-heartedly. "You need to-"
"It's fine," Dominic had purred, "we've got time for a quick shag. C'mon."
Now, at this point, atop Dominic, riding him like his very life depended on achieving orgasm, he gave up protesting because jesusfuck now Dominic was wanking him and it felt so good he couldn't focus on anything else. Beneath him, Dominic's hips roll wildly as his eyes roll back into his head, sheer and total pleasure enveloping him.
They come at practically the same time, Matthew grunting in a decidedly filthy manner when he shoots all over Dominic's chest, the feel of Dominic's release filling him fueling his lust. Dominic empties himself into Matthew's heat with a groan of his own, his hands on Matthew's inner thighs, digging angry welts into the creamy skin.
A few minutes later Matthew stumbles into the bathroom and his mouth hits the floor at what he sees.
"I told you to look at the time," Matthew yells, shaking his head as they stare, together, into the bathroom mirror, "You said you could do this by yourself and I told you, and now look!" he gestures wildly to Dominc's reflection.
Dominic sighs, biting his lip nervously as he surveys his freshly dried, and now bleached, hair. The sigh morphs into a giggle as he shrugs.
"Well, shit."
"You're... you're not mad?"
"Eh, it's for Halloween, and it's just hair, Matt. It'll sort itself out."
"... okaaaaay."
"Don't beat yourself up though, please."
"Why, pray tell, would I beat myself up?"
"Because really, this is your fault."
"Come again?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Explain."
"Well, if you hadn't seduced me just now, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have been distracted, and I would have realized it was time to rinse. It's very simple."
"Seduced you?! All I did was walk into the room!" Matthew sputters. "You were the one who got touchy and got me all hot and bothered! I only came in to see if you needed any help!"
"I just hope you'll be able to sleep well tonight with this guilt hanging over you." Dominic continues, as he washes his hands and giggles to himself. "Don't worry, though, I am prepared to grant absolution for this particular transgression..."
"You said we had plenty of time! I, wait... do what now?"
"...in the form of a hard spanking. Maybe more than one."
Matthew blinks, then nods slowly. "Nothing wrong with a bit of punishment, I reckon. It's the only way I'll ever learn my lesson."
Dominic grins.
Any excuse for a spanking, after all.
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Date: 2014-06-28 11:20 am (UTC)Matthew, Matthew, Matthew. That's all it takes, darling.
And the brilliance...
This is one of my favourites.