Come On Over by Mika Fox

groans softly as he smoothes his hands down along his sides, however,
leaves Dominic with barely any self-restraint. There is no way in hell he's
putting that spark out―this guy has already thrown gasoline all over it,
with just a look and a sound.
    Killian
is still holding the bottle in his hand, but Dominic barely notices, because
Killian's free hand is pulling through his hair and grabbing onto it, while
Dominic slides his tongue into his mouth and moves his own hands down to his
ass. The kiss is burning and impatient, which is why Dominic is taken very much
by surprise when Killian suddenly pulls away.
    He
opens his eyes, confused and breathing heavily. He watches Killian for a
moment, waits for him to give some kind of explanation, but the guy just licks
his lips in thought, and Dominic shakes his head a little, for lack of anything
else.
    "What?"
he says, thankfully not sounding quite as breathless as he feels. Killian's
eyes flick away, before finding Dominic's brown ones.
    "I
just, uh," he starts. He doesn't sound uncomfortable or nervous, but rather
like he would just rather not say what he's thinking, like it's a nuisance.
"I don't really do the whole... dating thing."
    He
looks pointedly at Dominic, who takes a second to react.
    "Okay,"
he says then, frowning, honestly confused. He shrugs. "And?"
    Killian
lifts one eyebrow.
    "And,"
he says, "that's it. No fluffy shit. Just sex."
    Dominic
nods, now raising his eyebrows in an expression that hopefully conveys just how
unnecessary Killian's disclaimer is.
    "Yeah,"
he says simply. "Okay, whatever." Killian keeps his eyes on him, and
he sighs in slight exasperation at Killian's apparent assumption of his
innocence, perhaps with a bit more attitude than necessary. "Relax,
alright? You're hot, a good kisser, I'm kind of horny. Not asking for much,
here. What, not what you were expecting?"
    He
adds it with some sarcasm, since he very much doubts it, and Killian looks
honestly a little surprised, if only vaguely so.
    "Something
like that," he says, and Dominic nods slowly. Then he licks his lips,
pressing his hands against Killian's ass and pulling him closer.
    "Well,
don't worry about it," he says in a low voice. "It's all in good fun,
right?"
    Whatever
concerns Killian previously had seem to vanish at those words, and he eyes
Dominic up and down in a way that is downright sinful. The corner of his mouth
quirks in a hungry smile.
    "Right."
    The
next kiss is different. Still hot, still hungry, but now completely without
restraints, and it honestly takes Dominic's breath away. He can hear the
pounding of music not too far away, can feel the bass vibrating through the
ground and through the air, and it does nothing but enhance the thrill rippling
through his body.
    Killian's
skin is hot and smooth under his mouth as he moves down to kiss his jaw, his
neck, Killian moaning pleasantly by his ear. Then the sound cuts off, and
Dominic looks up, only to see the artist in the middle of drinking from his
wine bottle. Dominic scoffs―he forgot the bottle was still there, for a
moment.
    "I'm
feeling very de-prioritized here," he says in mock offense, but Killian
doesn't reply. He just smiles around the bottle, taking another sip, and seeing
it does weird things to Dominic, things he's having a hard time handling.
    He
grabs Killian's necklace, wraps the long leather string around his fingers as
he uses it to tug him closer.
    "You're
quite the scoundrel," he says, and Killian hums approvingly, swallowing
down his sip of wine and moving the bottle away from his face.
    "You
have no idea," he says, and he says it with such a straight face that
Dominic isn't sure if he's joking or not. Not that he cares; Killian's mouth is
so close, and those dark eyes are just as intrigued as they are intriguing.
    Dominic
kisses him again, Killian's free hand now moving down and slipping in
underneath his t-shirt while the other keeps a firm grip on the wine bottle.
Dominic smoothes one hand along