Killian when he does, breathes in his scent, and it eggs him on,
makes him lean into his touch and press himself against Killian's body, his
free hand trailing up underneath that loose-fitting tank top and making Killian
moan in the most amazing way.
Dominic
isn't quite sure how it happens, but suddenly, he can feel the heat building,
that sweet sensation that makes his heart pound in his ears, Killian stroking
him faster and with such perfect precision, Dominic returning the favor even as
he feels himself falling apart. He moans into Killian's mouth, pulling him back
up for a kiss, thrusting into his hand and capturing Killian's breaths with his
lips and pulling them in, that coiled heat in his gut pushing him to the
breaking point.
When
he comes, it almost takes him by surprise, Killian following only moments
later, and it takes several seconds of heavy breathing before they eventually
come back down. Killian huffs a tired laugh against his neck, a sound which
Dominic immediately decides that he loves.
"What
was that shit about walls?" he breathes, and Dominic groans, almost unable
to keep a small smile off his face.
"Next
time," he says, although he can't say that he exactly minds this
particular, innovative use of a spontaneous party/get-together, and a wall.
Killian
leans back against the building, a sated look on his face.
"Next
time."
Chapter 6
Batcave
To say that
Dominic starts his day the next morning with a smile on his face would be an
understatement. Having kept himself just below the line of getting a monster of
a hangover, the memory of Killian's mouth and hands is still intact, untouched
by the effects of alcohol―and it truly is a great memory to wake up to.
They
exchanged numbers before the night was over, and while Dominic isn't sure when
that next time they were talking about might occur, the taste he got last night
was enough to both momentarily sate him and build up his curiosity. In other
words, he can't wait to get more of it.
Thankfully,
waiting turns out to not be a very drawn-out process, which Dominic quickly
learns when he goes to the college later that day. As if ready to pounce,
Killian corners him in the empty printing room only minutes after he arrives,
making sure there is no one else around before moving in.
"Four
walls, this time," he says as a way of greeting, before putting his hands
on Dominic's hips and steering him backwards, essentially trapping him against
the edge of a table.
"Well,
hello to you, too," Dominic says dryly, but despite his surprise at
Killian's single-mindedness, he can't say he minds.
Killian
doesn't reply, just makes a low sound in the back of his throat as he presses
their lips together, making that spark from last night flare back to life
somewhere in Dominic's gut. He moves his hands to put them on Killian's body,
pulling him closer and opening his mouth to let him in, the taste of his tongue
familiar and sweet. It tastes a bit like candy, just like the first time.
It
doesn't last very long, however. Within minutes, the sound of someone entering
the art building is heard, and the two of them pull apart, Killian backing away
with a mischievous and simultaneously frustrated look on his face. Dominic is
pretty sure is own expression is much the same, but he doesn't object, realizing
the necessity of cutting this thing short at the moment.
"To
be continued," Killian says, before slipping out of the room, leaving
Dominic leaning against the table, taking deep breaths and trying to make his
heart rate slow down.
Well, shit.
It keeps happening
like that, over the next few days. Dominic never even really gets the chance to
take any kind of initiative of his own, because Killian beats him to it, and
where he might normally get a clingy-vibe from that, he can tell that Killian's
only motivation for the behavior is personal gratification―something with
which Dominic has no problem whatsoever. He rather likes it, enjoys the
attention and
makes him lean into his touch and press himself against Killian's body, his
free hand trailing up underneath that loose-fitting tank top and making Killian
moan in the most amazing way.
Dominic
isn't quite sure how it happens, but suddenly, he can feel the heat building,
that sweet sensation that makes his heart pound in his ears, Killian stroking
him faster and with such perfect precision, Dominic returning the favor even as
he feels himself falling apart. He moans into Killian's mouth, pulling him back
up for a kiss, thrusting into his hand and capturing Killian's breaths with his
lips and pulling them in, that coiled heat in his gut pushing him to the
breaking point.
When
he comes, it almost takes him by surprise, Killian following only moments
later, and it takes several seconds of heavy breathing before they eventually
come back down. Killian huffs a tired laugh against his neck, a sound which
Dominic immediately decides that he loves.
"What
was that shit about walls?" he breathes, and Dominic groans, almost unable
to keep a small smile off his face.
"Next
time," he says, although he can't say that he exactly minds this
particular, innovative use of a spontaneous party/get-together, and a wall.
Killian
leans back against the building, a sated look on his face.
"Next
time."
Chapter 6
Batcave
To say that
Dominic starts his day the next morning with a smile on his face would be an
understatement. Having kept himself just below the line of getting a monster of
a hangover, the memory of Killian's mouth and hands is still intact, untouched
by the effects of alcohol―and it truly is a great memory to wake up to.
They
exchanged numbers before the night was over, and while Dominic isn't sure when
that next time they were talking about might occur, the taste he got last night
was enough to both momentarily sate him and build up his curiosity. In other
words, he can't wait to get more of it.
Thankfully,
waiting turns out to not be a very drawn-out process, which Dominic quickly
learns when he goes to the college later that day. As if ready to pounce,
Killian corners him in the empty printing room only minutes after he arrives,
making sure there is no one else around before moving in.
"Four
walls, this time," he says as a way of greeting, before putting his hands
on Dominic's hips and steering him backwards, essentially trapping him against
the edge of a table.
"Well,
hello to you, too," Dominic says dryly, but despite his surprise at
Killian's single-mindedness, he can't say he minds.
Killian
doesn't reply, just makes a low sound in the back of his throat as he presses
their lips together, making that spark from last night flare back to life
somewhere in Dominic's gut. He moves his hands to put them on Killian's body,
pulling him closer and opening his mouth to let him in, the taste of his tongue
familiar and sweet. It tastes a bit like candy, just like the first time.
It
doesn't last very long, however. Within minutes, the sound of someone entering
the art building is heard, and the two of them pull apart, Killian backing away
with a mischievous and simultaneously frustrated look on his face. Dominic is
pretty sure is own expression is much the same, but he doesn't object, realizing
the necessity of cutting this thing short at the moment.
"To
be continued," Killian says, before slipping out of the room, leaving
Dominic leaning against the table, taking deep breaths and trying to make his
heart rate slow down.
Well, shit.
It keeps happening
like that, over the next few days. Dominic never even really gets the chance to
take any kind of initiative of his own, because Killian beats him to it, and
where he might normally get a clingy-vibe from that, he can tell that Killian's
only motivation for the behavior is personal gratification―something with
which Dominic has no problem whatsoever. He rather likes it, enjoys the
attention and
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