Satisfaction
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million_starTitle: Satisfaction
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millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, POV: Dominic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Here there be smut.
Summary: I was lucky enough to see our boys open for U2 this weekend. Certain things I witnessed led me to write this. What can I say, I was in the mood for a bit of porn.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom; the following is pure fiction.
Author's Note: Three things you should know: 1. The boys were a few minutes late coming out. 2. Dom's hair was all over the place, he looked as though he had literally just rolled out of bed. 3. Dom made his way to the front to speak to the crowd as he left the stage, but seemed to change his mind at the last moment. So, here we are...
I glance in the mirror one last time, finally satisfied with my hair. We are now officially late, we were due onstage a few minutes ago. You walk past me, shooting me an urgent glance, willing me to follow you down the corridor. The dirty glow in your eyes compels me, so I do so willingly, eagerly. I tell myself that we probably have a few minutes before we're missed anyway. I've learned over the years that I can't deny you anything, that I don't want to deny you anything, even right now, mere minutes before we are due on stage. Luckily for you, I'm feeling especially charitable tonight.
I want your satisfaction.
I walk a few steps behind you, amused at the way you surreptitiously look around you to see if we are being followed. It's not like you are worried about someone following us, not really. You have told me before that you secretly wouldn't mind us being watched, that the thought alone has made you hard on more than one occasion.
Heat gathers between my legs as you disappear into a room on the left of the hall. I open the door and am greeted with the sight of you leaning against the wall, legs slightly spread, arms flat against the wall behind you in invitation. I turn, intending to lock the door until you speak.
"Don't lock it," you command. So, I don't, because it is what you wish... in fact, I leave it cracked slightly, reveling in the sexy smirk that appears on your lips at my action.
The room is poorly lit, the thin thread of light coming through the door casting a faint glow against your body. As I close the distance between us you crane your neck slightly in a silent request. I know precisely what that motion indicates, so I indulge you. I push your shoulders against the wall and lean in, my lips barely ghosting over your neck before leaning back to admire the skin there, grinning as I hear you purr in anticipation. The intense heat radiating from your skin combined with your whispered pleas to be touched is too much to bear, so I give in and taste you, licking my way to your earlobe, kissing a path across your cheek.
You gasp as I shove my hand down the front of your trousers, whispering, "You know what I want?"
"Tell me," I groan into your lips. Impatiently I palm you through your boxers.
"I want to fuck you on one of the motorized catwalks on the stage. But I do-ohhhh," you cry as I spit into my palm and grasp you, stroking you languidly. "I don't think Bono would, ahh, approve, would he?"
"We'll go for it in Atlanta," I reply, causing us both to laugh. You fall forward, resting your dark head on my shoulder, rocking your hips slowly as you thrust into my hand. I love touching you like this, you're so hard, hot and deliciously thick. Every moan that escapes your lips makes my own cock twitch that much more. You lean back against the wall again, licking your lips, blue eyes darkening as you lose yourself in the moment. The sound of our intro coming from the speakers outside breaks the spell, and causes us both to look up in shock.
"Fuck. S-suck me, Dom," you groan.
I kneel quickly, taking you between my lips. The way your hands fist in my hair (thanks, Matt, I bet it's gonna look ridiculous now) lets me know that you're close. I tease the underside of your tip with my tongue, but it's not enough; I want to taste every last inch of you. I put my hands on your arse, letting you know that I want, no, I need you to fuck me this way. Since you can't deny me anything, you begin to thrust into my mouth. I take you in as deep as I can, until my nose is resting in the dark hair at the base of your cock. Grunting at the sensation, you pump your hips relentlessly as you draw my mouth back and forth across your slick length. Curious, I look up; your mouth is open, eyes half shut. I can feel your cock throbbing against my lips until finally, you come with a loud cry.
I swallow every drop you give me and let you slide from my lips, tucking you back into your boxers and pulling your trousers back into place. As I stand up you surprise me with a wet kiss and a filthy whisper.
"I can't fucking wait to feel you inside me later."
We stumble towards the door together, sprinting to the stage entrance, eventually catching up with Chris and Morgan. I run my hands through my hair in a futile attempt to repair the damage your hands inflicted. It's now 7:15, Raleigh is waiting.
You are an absolute ball of energy onstage, running around as you play, giving the Carolina crowd a taste of how we do things Muse-style. I lost count of how many times you found yourself in front of my kit as you played, teasing me with a wink of your eyes or a deliberate lick of your lips. When you sink to your knees during Unnatural Selection, I know it was for my benefit. As the gig comes to an end, I get up and walk toward the mic, intending to to bid the crowd good night. Our eyes meet, only for a second, and the glint in yours is unmistakable. It's a look that says "Hurry. I can't deny you anything either, Dom."
It stops me in my tracks and causes me to turn away from the mic at the last second, instead giving the crowd a wave and a smile as I rush offstage to find you.
You said yourself that you couldn't wait to feel me inside of you - and I want your satisfaction.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom, POV: Dominic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Here there be smut.
Summary: I was lucky enough to see our boys open for U2 this weekend. Certain things I witnessed led me to write this. What can I say, I was in the mood for a bit of porn.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom; the following is pure fiction.
Author's Note: Three things you should know: 1. The boys were a few minutes late coming out. 2. Dom's hair was all over the place, he looked as though he had literally just rolled out of bed. 3. Dom made his way to the front to speak to the crowd as he left the stage, but seemed to change his mind at the last moment. So, here we are...
I glance in the mirror one last time, finally satisfied with my hair. We are now officially late, we were due onstage a few minutes ago. You walk past me, shooting me an urgent glance, willing me to follow you down the corridor. The dirty glow in your eyes compels me, so I do so willingly, eagerly. I tell myself that we probably have a few minutes before we're missed anyway. I've learned over the years that I can't deny you anything, that I don't want to deny you anything, even right now, mere minutes before we are due on stage. Luckily for you, I'm feeling especially charitable tonight.
I want your satisfaction.
I walk a few steps behind you, amused at the way you surreptitiously look around you to see if we are being followed. It's not like you are worried about someone following us, not really. You have told me before that you secretly wouldn't mind us being watched, that the thought alone has made you hard on more than one occasion.
Heat gathers between my legs as you disappear into a room on the left of the hall. I open the door and am greeted with the sight of you leaning against the wall, legs slightly spread, arms flat against the wall behind you in invitation. I turn, intending to lock the door until you speak.
"Don't lock it," you command. So, I don't, because it is what you wish... in fact, I leave it cracked slightly, reveling in the sexy smirk that appears on your lips at my action.
The room is poorly lit, the thin thread of light coming through the door casting a faint glow against your body. As I close the distance between us you crane your neck slightly in a silent request. I know precisely what that motion indicates, so I indulge you. I push your shoulders against the wall and lean in, my lips barely ghosting over your neck before leaning back to admire the skin there, grinning as I hear you purr in anticipation. The intense heat radiating from your skin combined with your whispered pleas to be touched is too much to bear, so I give in and taste you, licking my way to your earlobe, kissing a path across your cheek.
You gasp as I shove my hand down the front of your trousers, whispering, "You know what I want?"
"Tell me," I groan into your lips. Impatiently I palm you through your boxers.
"I want to fuck you on one of the motorized catwalks on the stage. But I do-ohhhh," you cry as I spit into my palm and grasp you, stroking you languidly. "I don't think Bono would, ahh, approve, would he?"
"We'll go for it in Atlanta," I reply, causing us both to laugh. You fall forward, resting your dark head on my shoulder, rocking your hips slowly as you thrust into my hand. I love touching you like this, you're so hard, hot and deliciously thick. Every moan that escapes your lips makes my own cock twitch that much more. You lean back against the wall again, licking your lips, blue eyes darkening as you lose yourself in the moment. The sound of our intro coming from the speakers outside breaks the spell, and causes us both to look up in shock.
"Fuck. S-suck me, Dom," you groan.
I kneel quickly, taking you between my lips. The way your hands fist in my hair (thanks, Matt, I bet it's gonna look ridiculous now) lets me know that you're close. I tease the underside of your tip with my tongue, but it's not enough; I want to taste every last inch of you. I put my hands on your arse, letting you know that I want, no, I need you to fuck me this way. Since you can't deny me anything, you begin to thrust into my mouth. I take you in as deep as I can, until my nose is resting in the dark hair at the base of your cock. Grunting at the sensation, you pump your hips relentlessly as you draw my mouth back and forth across your slick length. Curious, I look up; your mouth is open, eyes half shut. I can feel your cock throbbing against my lips until finally, you come with a loud cry.
I swallow every drop you give me and let you slide from my lips, tucking you back into your boxers and pulling your trousers back into place. As I stand up you surprise me with a wet kiss and a filthy whisper.
"I can't fucking wait to feel you inside me later."
We stumble towards the door together, sprinting to the stage entrance, eventually catching up with Chris and Morgan. I run my hands through my hair in a futile attempt to repair the damage your hands inflicted. It's now 7:15, Raleigh is waiting.
You are an absolute ball of energy onstage, running around as you play, giving the Carolina crowd a taste of how we do things Muse-style. I lost count of how many times you found yourself in front of my kit as you played, teasing me with a wink of your eyes or a deliberate lick of your lips. When you sink to your knees during Unnatural Selection, I know it was for my benefit. As the gig comes to an end, I get up and walk toward the mic, intending to to bid the crowd good night. Our eyes meet, only for a second, and the glint in yours is unmistakable. It's a look that says "Hurry. I can't deny you anything either, Dom."
It stops me in my tracks and causes me to turn away from the mic at the last second, instead giving the crowd a wave and a smile as I rush offstage to find you.
You said yourself that you couldn't wait to feel me inside of you - and I want your satisfaction.
