Killian's arm, until he reaches his wrist and
slowly starts prying his fingers away from that bottle, urging him to put it
down. Killian seems reluctant, but he complies, dropping it to the ground with
a thud and using the newly acquired freedom to cup Dominic's face, tracing the
shell of his ear with his fingertips and making Dominic sigh against his mouth.
"Maybe
get out of here?" Dominic murmurs after a while, between kisses, trying
very hard just to form a coherent sentence. Killian hums.
"And
go where?" he asks, dragging blunt fingernails down along Dominic's back
and making him shiver.
"Your
place?" Dominic suggests, thinking of how it's much too far to his apartment
from here, considering the circumstances. But Killian surprises him by
refusing.
"Uh-uh,"
he murmurs, and Dominic pulls back just a little bit, frowning.
"Why
not?" he asks breathlessly, almost too distracted to care once Killian
starts kissing his neck again. He lets out a soft moan. "Mine is too far
away. Where do you live, anyway?"
"We're
not going to my place," Killian says against his skin, his voice so low
and weirdly commanding that Dominic honest to god feels a physical tingle run
down his spine.
"Well,
I'm not hooking up out here," he says with as much dryness as he can
muster right now, but Killian doesn't respond to the minor ultimatum the way
Dominic expects. Instead, he just pulls back to look at him, a small, devious
smile playing on his lips.
"Really?"
he says, a hint of amused doubt in his voice. Dominic is torn between being
turned on by it and being annoyed.
"Call
me old-fashioned," he says, "but I generally prefer being somewhere
with walls."
Killian
cocks his eyebrows, his hands sliding down along Dominic's sides and moving to
the hem of his jeans.
"We
got a wall," he says cheekily, tilting his head back at the building he's
currently pressed up against, and Dominic resists the urge to sigh in
annoyance. God , how can someone so
unbelievably sexy be such a pain in the neck?
"I'm
horny," Dominic says flatly, while Killian starts undoing his fly,
"but not that horny."
Killian
looks downright devious now, and his smile widens just the slightest bit.
"You
sure about that?" he says, his tone matching his expression, and Dominic
doesn't really get a chance to reply, before Killian has slipped his hand
underneath his jeans and is palming against the quickly hardening bulge there.
Dominic gasps lightly, just as surprised as he is aroused, and he swallows
hard, keeping his gaze locked on Killian's.
"I,
uh―" he says lamely, but his entire train of thought pretty much
evaporates when Killian's hand finds its way underneath his boxers and presses against
his skin. Whatever Dominic meant to say slips away in an instant, and he
exhales sharply, dropping his forehead to Killian's shoulder, Killian clearly
enjoying the reaction as he slowly starts massaging him with his fingers.
"I
fucking hate you," Dominic practically groans, and Killian huffs a laugh.
"No,
you don't," he says, using his free hand to tilt Dominic's face back up to
his own. His breathing is heavy, eyes burning with the same hungry impatience
Dominic can feel in his own expression, and he brings their lips together in a
slow kiss.
"You're
right," Dominic says distractedly. "I don't even know you."
Killian
makes a purring sound at the back of his throat, one that makes Dominic's skin
prickle.
"Exactly,"
he says. "So let's not be like that, huh?"
Something
about his tone sets Dominic off, and he moves his hands down to undo Killian's
pants, eyes fixed on his the whole time. Killian is already hard, and the
little gasp he lets out as Dominic slides his hand down underneath to wrap his
fingers around him is music to Dominic's ears, those amazing lips parting as he
leans his head back against the wall.
It's
like fire, searing through every nerve, making them both breathe heavily
through gritted teeth, and Dominic mouths at Killian's neck, tasting his skin.
He inhales
slowly starts prying his fingers away from that bottle, urging him to put it
down. Killian seems reluctant, but he complies, dropping it to the ground with
a thud and using the newly acquired freedom to cup Dominic's face, tracing the
shell of his ear with his fingertips and making Dominic sigh against his mouth.
"Maybe
get out of here?" Dominic murmurs after a while, between kisses, trying
very hard just to form a coherent sentence. Killian hums.
"And
go where?" he asks, dragging blunt fingernails down along Dominic's back
and making him shiver.
"Your
place?" Dominic suggests, thinking of how it's much too far to his apartment
from here, considering the circumstances. But Killian surprises him by
refusing.
"Uh-uh,"
he murmurs, and Dominic pulls back just a little bit, frowning.
"Why
not?" he asks breathlessly, almost too distracted to care once Killian
starts kissing his neck again. He lets out a soft moan. "Mine is too far
away. Where do you live, anyway?"
"We're
not going to my place," Killian says against his skin, his voice so low
and weirdly commanding that Dominic honest to god feels a physical tingle run
down his spine.
"Well,
I'm not hooking up out here," he says with as much dryness as he can
muster right now, but Killian doesn't respond to the minor ultimatum the way
Dominic expects. Instead, he just pulls back to look at him, a small, devious
smile playing on his lips.
"Really?"
he says, a hint of amused doubt in his voice. Dominic is torn between being
turned on by it and being annoyed.
"Call
me old-fashioned," he says, "but I generally prefer being somewhere
with walls."
Killian
cocks his eyebrows, his hands sliding down along Dominic's sides and moving to
the hem of his jeans.
"We
got a wall," he says cheekily, tilting his head back at the building he's
currently pressed up against, and Dominic resists the urge to sigh in
annoyance. God , how can someone so
unbelievably sexy be such a pain in the neck?
"I'm
horny," Dominic says flatly, while Killian starts undoing his fly,
"but not that horny."
Killian
looks downright devious now, and his smile widens just the slightest bit.
"You
sure about that?" he says, his tone matching his expression, and Dominic
doesn't really get a chance to reply, before Killian has slipped his hand
underneath his jeans and is palming against the quickly hardening bulge there.
Dominic gasps lightly, just as surprised as he is aroused, and he swallows
hard, keeping his gaze locked on Killian's.
"I,
uh―" he says lamely, but his entire train of thought pretty much
evaporates when Killian's hand finds its way underneath his boxers and presses against
his skin. Whatever Dominic meant to say slips away in an instant, and he
exhales sharply, dropping his forehead to Killian's shoulder, Killian clearly
enjoying the reaction as he slowly starts massaging him with his fingers.
"I
fucking hate you," Dominic practically groans, and Killian huffs a laugh.
"No,
you don't," he says, using his free hand to tilt Dominic's face back up to
his own. His breathing is heavy, eyes burning with the same hungry impatience
Dominic can feel in his own expression, and he brings their lips together in a
slow kiss.
"You're
right," Dominic says distractedly. "I don't even know you."
Killian
makes a purring sound at the back of his throat, one that makes Dominic's skin
prickle.
"Exactly,"
he says. "So let's not be like that, huh?"
Something
about his tone sets Dominic off, and he moves his hands down to undo Killian's
pants, eyes fixed on his the whole time. Killian is already hard, and the
little gasp he lets out as Dominic slides his hand down underneath to wrap his
fingers around him is music to Dominic's ears, those amazing lips parting as he
leans his head back against the wall.
It's
like fire, searing through every nerve, making them both breathe heavily
through gritted teeth, and Dominic mouths at Killian's neck, tasting his skin.
He inhales
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