Fic: Precious God
E-mail: the_smooth_one910@hotmail.com
Rating: R.
Warnings: Boy on boy pornage, coming your way.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairings: Dominic/Whoever you want. Hurrah!
Summary: God's not listening.


"You've no idea," he says, manages to spit out even though his tongue is running down the length of Dominic's neck, savoring the taste of the sweat, of the salt, that lingers. Such a lovely taste, such a tantalizing one, especially with the knowledge he made Dominic sweat like this, knowing that Dominic's body violently reacted to just his presence.

"No idea what?" Dominic asks in a low, bedroom-sex voice, so rhythmic and fucking sexy as hell.

"How much I want to take you by your wrists," he whispers, grabbing Dominic's wrists in one of his own hands, forcing them to lie above Dominic's head. "And how I just want to fucking RIP you apart," he growls as his teeth graze Dominic's naked collarbone, as his tongue travles its way down Dominic's chest, to his abdomen, to his hipbones.

"Jesus. Fuck. Shit. God," Dominic cries as he feels the wet tongue on his hips, how the tongue is not tracing, but leaving a heavy mark on his thighs. "God. God. God."

He smiles, feral, as Dominic prays to his God for release, for pleasure, for everything. His tongue makes one swipe on the tip of Dominic's cock, and Dominic is screaming for his precious God. "Fuck. Fuck. Oh God. God!" Dominic is screaming, over and over like a mantra, and he smiles again.

"God's not listening. But I am," he says before lowering his mouth and before Dominic begins to scream again.


How many hobbits can we fit in a bed?
This ain't floating my boat!
Home, Jones!


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