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million_star) wrote2013-11-24 09:55 pm
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Entry tags:
Slave
Title: Slave
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, armpit kink
Summary: Taken from this prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mkmeme
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always, the stellardolce_piccante
Author's Note: If you choose to read, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy. I hope the Original Prompter enjoys as well.
Dom loves holding Matt.
He loves the possessiveness of the act - be it a casual hug in public, or something much more intimate behind closed doors.
Sweat is seemingly everywhere, suddenly, and the fact that he's not certain if it's his or Matt's threatens to make Dom hard again, even though he is mere moments removed from a violent orgasm. The bedclothes are black as night, Dom sprawled out atop them, and Matt atop Dom, their bodies intertwined tightly. Dom pets Matt's lower back while his legs wrap tightly around the singer's waist.
Matt, face buried in Dom's neck, is content to allow this, to revel in the simple, innate pleasure that being held so tightly affords. He swallows tightly, shuddering, as he pulls back to press a soft kiss to Dom's lips. Dom accepts this for a moment, returning the kiss in kind before pushing Matt away and sitting up a bit.
Dom wants to go again.
Never one to miss the chance to become slave to this particular type of seduction, all Matt can do is watch, perched on the edge of the bed as Dom stretches languidly. Matt's breath hitches in his throat at the display Dom is affording him. Feet planted on the mattress, legs spread wide, Dom's eyes meet Matt's own as he gives his dickhead a tight squeeze, grey eyes wincing at the sensation.
Even though they've already had each other tonight, what Dom is doing has made Matt instantly and painfully hard, again. He licks his lips, one hand casually snaking its way to his own dick for a slow pull or three. He can't take his eyes away from the center of Dom's body, which is now being presented to him in the most shameless of manners. Dom's fingers lift his balls back from his body, revealing the pretty, stretched
(still wet)
little rim that Matt had indulged in mere moments before. Matt moans at the sight, Dom merely smiling wickedly and slipping one finger inside his core with no resistance.
Dom sighs, adding a second finger. "Look how you wrecked me. Fucked me so hard, look how open I am, still."
Matt says nothing, but leans in and pushes Dom's fingers away to kiss his rim deeply, his tongue plunging forward to taste Dom in the most intimate of ways. Dom's body tightens and he moans while Matt continues to gift his arse with open-mouthed, wet kisses. Dom bites his lower lip as Matt's chinbeard scratches at the back of his inner thigh, for he loves it when Matt marks him in such a manner.
Dom doesn't want to come like this, though, so he pulls Matt back into his arms, the two of them sharing slow, wet kisses, hands roaming across what seems like miles of skin. Matt sits up and straddles Dom, his dick resting on Dom's chin as his fingertips caress Dom's shoulder, across and down the length of his arm.
All the while, though, his eyes stay glued to a certain part of Dom's body.
The inner part of Dom's underarm has always held a fascination for Matt. In the beginning stages of their relationship, Dom wasn't certain how he felt about the kink but he was always fascinated by just how much Matt could be brought to sudden, painful, arousal with a mere lick, kiss, hell, even with just a glimpse of Dom's armpit. This was information that Dom collected and calmly put into his mental wank depository.
Matt's dick a breath away from his mouth now, Dom laps at the head, Matt gasping, his eyes falling closed as his body gets lost in pleasure. Abruptly, Dom stops, Matt allowing his eyes to flutter open in confusion.
Dom is now jerking him slowly. His other arm has been splayed out on the pillow, his underarm on perfect and filthy display now. Matt swallows again but Dom can't help but notice his eyes darken at the sight; can't help but notice also how Matt's dick just twitched beneath his fingertips.
"You like that," Dom comments quietly, calmly.
Matt merely nods, the slightest hint of a blush rising on his cheeks because Dom knows very fucking well that he likes it.
"Wonder how you'd like it," Dom pulls Matt even further up his body, "if it were doused with your spunk?" He reaches for the lube and drips some onto Matt's dick, slicking him up yet again.
Matt blinks in rapid-fire succession as his brain tries to catch up with the rest of his body; this is not something that they've ever done before and he can't quite believe that Dom is even suggesting it now. He can't get his voice to work as Dom guides his dick down and across his jawline, his collarbone (which is now dotted with a trail of precome) until the tip is pressing against the blond tuft of hair under Dom's arm. Much to his embarrassment, and a bit to his horror, Matt begins to tremble uncontrollably.
"Jesus cunting fuck, Dom," he whispers, chest heaving.
Dom leans up slightly and closes his arm, creating a slick yet tight opening for Matt to work with and nods. "Do it."
All Matt can do is give in now. He is now slave to sensation and and lust and heat and Dominic now, and his body starts to move of its own accord and he can't quite believe it but he is, in fact, fucking Dom's armpit... and it's fucking glorious.
He braces one hand on the headboard and pumps his hips, his eyes watching as his other hand helps to guide his dick into the vice Dom's arm has created. Every time he hits the armpit itself, the hair there creates a delicious friction on his dickhead and he groans what just might be the most filthy groan that has ever escaped Matthew Bellamy's mouth. He goes at this for what seems like ages, sheer, addictive pleasure blossoming between his legs, in his tight and aching balls.
"Filthy," Dom whispers, his voice coming choppy and Matt realizes that Dom's wanking to the sight of Matt fucking his armpit, that Dom is getting off on this as much as he is.
This is innate, primal lust, and it has awakened something in Matt.
He stops, pulling back for a beat to look at Dom's face, to run his thumbs across his lips before sliding his dick between them. He latches his hand onto Dom's hair and fucks Dom's mouth with a heated frenzy, Dom still fisting his own dick now in tandem with Matt's movements. Dom moans loudly around Matt's arousal, tongue swirling around it as though he can't get enough of it.
Matt gives into it for a few bliss-filled moments, the sweat cascading down his lower back, his toes curling. He is working towards the decidedly filthy endgame Dom mentioned earlier, but he wants something else first.
He slips free and in one fluid move that is nothing short of Olympic, he slides down Dom's body and sets into blowing him like a pro. Dom cries out and arches his back while Matt's head bobs up and down in his lap, the movement being the physical manifestation of sheer heat and moisture and suction and thebestfuckingthingever. Mirroring Matt's earlier motion, he laces his fingers into soft black hair, to guide Matt's movements. If Matt knows anything, he knows when Dom is approaching orgasm, and it's that which causes him to lift off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Dom isn't angry. Dom merely moans and takes himself in hand again, urging Matt on, his other arm assuming the position he'd created for Matt earlier.
Like a man on a mission, Matt resumes his previous position straddling Dom's chest and resumes fucking Dom beneath the curve of his arm. Their movements become more frantic and somewhere in the back of his mind, Matt wonders if the bed will be able to accommodate them if they keep this relentless pace going.
Matt feels it when Dom comes; Dom's load hits him in the back and arse, Dom shuddering and grunting his satisfaction loudly. Matt is still sliding between Dom's arm and body, his moist, hard dick screaming out for release. Out of nowhere, Dom spanks Matt, hard. Eyes wide, Matt looks at Dom, the eye contact all that he needs to dive headfirst into blessed orgasm.
When Matt comes, he curses, a filthy litany of choice phrases leaving his mouth as he aims his load at Dom's exposed armpit, painting it in ropes of thick release. Nothing has ever felt this intense, Matt knows, and before he's even finished milking himself dry, Dom has already dragged his fingers through it, bringing it to his lips to taste with a wanton groan.
All he wants is to pass out for a month or so and sleep but Matt takes a moment to admire his handiwork, to take in the sight of his come all over Dom's underarm, collecting in the blond hair and dripping down the curve of his bicep. Finally, he collapses and attempts to collect himself as Dom pulls him close.
When Matt curls up next to Dom, Dom pets him, whispering words decidedly sweet in contrast to what they just indulged in. He smiles and presses a kiss to Matt's inner wrist as the singer falls asleep.
In this instance, Matt is slave to deep, eternal affection.
He is quite content to serve it.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, armpit kink
Summary: Taken from this prompt at
mkmemeDisclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always, the stellar
dolce_piccanteAuthor's Note: If you choose to read, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy. I hope the Original Prompter enjoys as well.
Dom loves holding Matt.
He loves the possessiveness of the act - be it a casual hug in public, or something much more intimate behind closed doors.
Sweat is seemingly everywhere, suddenly, and the fact that he's not certain if it's his or Matt's threatens to make Dom hard again, even though he is mere moments removed from a violent orgasm. The bedclothes are black as night, Dom sprawled out atop them, and Matt atop Dom, their bodies intertwined tightly. Dom pets Matt's lower back while his legs wrap tightly around the singer's waist.
Matt, face buried in Dom's neck, is content to allow this, to revel in the simple, innate pleasure that being held so tightly affords. He swallows tightly, shuddering, as he pulls back to press a soft kiss to Dom's lips. Dom accepts this for a moment, returning the kiss in kind before pushing Matt away and sitting up a bit.
Dom wants to go again.
Never one to miss the chance to become slave to this particular type of seduction, all Matt can do is watch, perched on the edge of the bed as Dom stretches languidly. Matt's breath hitches in his throat at the display Dom is affording him. Feet planted on the mattress, legs spread wide, Dom's eyes meet Matt's own as he gives his dickhead a tight squeeze, grey eyes wincing at the sensation.
Even though they've already had each other tonight, what Dom is doing has made Matt instantly and painfully hard, again. He licks his lips, one hand casually snaking its way to his own dick for a slow pull or three. He can't take his eyes away from the center of Dom's body, which is now being presented to him in the most shameless of manners. Dom's fingers lift his balls back from his body, revealing the pretty, stretched
(still wet)
little rim that Matt had indulged in mere moments before. Matt moans at the sight, Dom merely smiling wickedly and slipping one finger inside his core with no resistance.
Dom sighs, adding a second finger. "Look how you wrecked me. Fucked me so hard, look how open I am, still."
Matt says nothing, but leans in and pushes Dom's fingers away to kiss his rim deeply, his tongue plunging forward to taste Dom in the most intimate of ways. Dom's body tightens and he moans while Matt continues to gift his arse with open-mouthed, wet kisses. Dom bites his lower lip as Matt's chinbeard scratches at the back of his inner thigh, for he loves it when Matt marks him in such a manner.
Dom doesn't want to come like this, though, so he pulls Matt back into his arms, the two of them sharing slow, wet kisses, hands roaming across what seems like miles of skin. Matt sits up and straddles Dom, his dick resting on Dom's chin as his fingertips caress Dom's shoulder, across and down the length of his arm.
All the while, though, his eyes stay glued to a certain part of Dom's body.
The inner part of Dom's underarm has always held a fascination for Matt. In the beginning stages of their relationship, Dom wasn't certain how he felt about the kink but he was always fascinated by just how much Matt could be brought to sudden, painful, arousal with a mere lick, kiss, hell, even with just a glimpse of Dom's armpit. This was information that Dom collected and calmly put into his mental wank depository.
Matt's dick a breath away from his mouth now, Dom laps at the head, Matt gasping, his eyes falling closed as his body gets lost in pleasure. Abruptly, Dom stops, Matt allowing his eyes to flutter open in confusion.
Dom is now jerking him slowly. His other arm has been splayed out on the pillow, his underarm on perfect and filthy display now. Matt swallows again but Dom can't help but notice his eyes darken at the sight; can't help but notice also how Matt's dick just twitched beneath his fingertips.
"You like that," Dom comments quietly, calmly.
Matt merely nods, the slightest hint of a blush rising on his cheeks because Dom knows very fucking well that he likes it.
"Wonder how you'd like it," Dom pulls Matt even further up his body, "if it were doused with your spunk?" He reaches for the lube and drips some onto Matt's dick, slicking him up yet again.
Matt blinks in rapid-fire succession as his brain tries to catch up with the rest of his body; this is not something that they've ever done before and he can't quite believe that Dom is even suggesting it now. He can't get his voice to work as Dom guides his dick down and across his jawline, his collarbone (which is now dotted with a trail of precome) until the tip is pressing against the blond tuft of hair under Dom's arm. Much to his embarrassment, and a bit to his horror, Matt begins to tremble uncontrollably.
"Jesus cunting fuck, Dom," he whispers, chest heaving.
Dom leans up slightly and closes his arm, creating a slick yet tight opening for Matt to work with and nods. "Do it."
All Matt can do is give in now. He is now slave to sensation and and lust and heat and Dominic now, and his body starts to move of its own accord and he can't quite believe it but he is, in fact, fucking Dom's armpit... and it's fucking glorious.
He braces one hand on the headboard and pumps his hips, his eyes watching as his other hand helps to guide his dick into the vice Dom's arm has created. Every time he hits the armpit itself, the hair there creates a delicious friction on his dickhead and he groans what just might be the most filthy groan that has ever escaped Matthew Bellamy's mouth. He goes at this for what seems like ages, sheer, addictive pleasure blossoming between his legs, in his tight and aching balls.
"Filthy," Dom whispers, his voice coming choppy and Matt realizes that Dom's wanking to the sight of Matt fucking his armpit, that Dom is getting off on this as much as he is.
This is innate, primal lust, and it has awakened something in Matt.
He stops, pulling back for a beat to look at Dom's face, to run his thumbs across his lips before sliding his dick between them. He latches his hand onto Dom's hair and fucks Dom's mouth with a heated frenzy, Dom still fisting his own dick now in tandem with Matt's movements. Dom moans loudly around Matt's arousal, tongue swirling around it as though he can't get enough of it.
Matt gives into it for a few bliss-filled moments, the sweat cascading down his lower back, his toes curling. He is working towards the decidedly filthy endgame Dom mentioned earlier, but he wants something else first.
He slips free and in one fluid move that is nothing short of Olympic, he slides down Dom's body and sets into blowing him like a pro. Dom cries out and arches his back while Matt's head bobs up and down in his lap, the movement being the physical manifestation of sheer heat and moisture and suction and thebestfuckingthingever. Mirroring Matt's earlier motion, he laces his fingers into soft black hair, to guide Matt's movements. If Matt knows anything, he knows when Dom is approaching orgasm, and it's that which causes him to lift off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Dom isn't angry. Dom merely moans and takes himself in hand again, urging Matt on, his other arm assuming the position he'd created for Matt earlier.
Like a man on a mission, Matt resumes his previous position straddling Dom's chest and resumes fucking Dom beneath the curve of his arm. Their movements become more frantic and somewhere in the back of his mind, Matt wonders if the bed will be able to accommodate them if they keep this relentless pace going.
Matt feels it when Dom comes; Dom's load hits him in the back and arse, Dom shuddering and grunting his satisfaction loudly. Matt is still sliding between Dom's arm and body, his moist, hard dick screaming out for release. Out of nowhere, Dom spanks Matt, hard. Eyes wide, Matt looks at Dom, the eye contact all that he needs to dive headfirst into blessed orgasm.
When Matt comes, he curses, a filthy litany of choice phrases leaving his mouth as he aims his load at Dom's exposed armpit, painting it in ropes of thick release. Nothing has ever felt this intense, Matt knows, and before he's even finished milking himself dry, Dom has already dragged his fingers through it, bringing it to his lips to taste with a wanton groan.
All he wants is to pass out for a month or so and sleep but Matt takes a moment to admire his handiwork, to take in the sight of his come all over Dom's underarm, collecting in the blond hair and dripping down the curve of his bicep. Finally, he collapses and attempts to collect himself as Dom pulls him close.
When Matt curls up next to Dom, Dom pets him, whispering words decidedly sweet in contrast to what they just indulged in. He smiles and presses a kiss to Matt's inner wrist as the singer falls asleep.
In this instance, Matt is slave to deep, eternal affection.
He is quite content to serve it.
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Dom's fingers lift his balls back from his body, revealing the pretty, stretched
(still wet)
little rim that Matt had indulged in mere moments before.
Oh.
He braces one hand on the headboard and pumps his hips, his eyes watching as his other hand helps to guide his dick into the vice Dom's arm has created.
OH.
...to take in the sight of his come all over Dom's underarm, collecting in the blond hair and dripping down the curve of his bicep.
I am sitting in a puddle of you-don't-wanna-know. Thank you. THANK YOU. <333333333333333333333333333
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Thanks for posting! <3
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Yep, that's me too! Doms arms and armpits just hngggggggg!
This was amazing! Thank you!
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Dom loves holding Matt.
Awwwww...
Dom wants to go again.
Lol. I bet he does.
Dom's fingers lift his balls back from his body, revealing the pretty, stretched
(still wet)
little rim that Matt had indulged in mere moments before. Matt moans at the sight, Dom merely smiling wickedly and slipping one finger inside his core with no resistance.
*squeak*
Oh.
Urm.
I...
Urm...
Sexiest thing in the history of MuseSlash...
Matt says nothing, but leans in and pushes Dom's fingers away to kiss his rim deeply, his tongue plunging forward to taste Dom in the most intimate of ways. Dom's body tightens and he moans while Matt continues to gift his arse with open-mouthed, wet kisses. Dom bites his lower lip as Matt's chinbeard scratches at the back of his inner thigh
Oh... This paragraph was the moment when the temperature out here shot up from single digits to triple digits.
(And of course the Chin beard makes an appearance.)
Matt feels it when Dom comes; Dom's load hits him in the back and arse, Dom shuddering and grunting his satisfaction loudly. Matt is still sliding between Dom's arm and body, his moist, hard dick screaming out for release. Out of nowhere, Dom spanks Matt, hard. Eyes wide, Matt looks at Dom, the eye contact all that he needs to dive headfirst into blessed orgasm.
When Matt comes, he curses, a filthy litany of choice phrases leaving his mouth as he aims his load at Dom's exposed armpit, painting it in ropes of thick release. Nothing has ever felt this intense, Matt knows, and before he's even finished milking himself dry, Dom has already dragged his fingers through it, bringing it to his lips to taste with a wanton groan.
All he wants is to pass out for a month or so and sleep but Matt takes a moment to admire his handiwork, to take in the sight of his come all over Dom's underarm, collecting in the blond hair and dripping down the curve of his bicep.
I don't even know how you manage to be so perfect but I swear after this gorgeous brilliant piece I am your slave.
This was honestly so much better than anything I could have imagined (err... yes. OP here...)
I just love how effortless your writing always feels. Everything flows perfectly.
Few can write as well as you.
(And you made me take the coldest shower ever in winter!)
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okay. I didn't know I had that kink. But I might have it. And oh my god it was just... Filthy and wonderful and dirty and hot and fuck. I can't seriously, I just left the uni after staying there 10 hours and now I read this and OH MY GOD. You're brilliant, this fic is brilliant, omg. And you also portrayed perfectly how much they love each other and are devoted to the other and WOW.
And rimming! Also rimming! And description of Dom's hole! *dies again*
Can I marry your fics? Or at least can I send you chocolates? Or a Matt? Because... Omg, I'm not able to manage speech right now *passes out*
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yes to going again
and yes to 'still wet'
and yes to rimming
and fuck yes to super pit!porn
and yes to you and yes to everything YES
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Dear god. ♥
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I am melting in a puddle of goo and I just lost it at so many parts, it was so hot and so intimate and DOM'S FUCKING ARMS AND PITS I AM SO DONE!!!
And I love it when they pet each other at the end cos it's just the most heart warming image :)
Thanks for being you and sharing your amazing talent and indulging Dom girls everywhere!
<3333
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I absolutely love Dom's armpits (and everything else about Dom) and this was one of the filthiest thing ever. I loved it <3
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This looked so wonderful in my head! Thanks for putting it there.
Oh dear, getting all worked up just quoting this bit. I totally get the mouth-fucking appeal!
Gaahhhh!!! BOOM!!!