The one where Dom acts on his crush.

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One.
Billy supposes it’s the way Dominic moves. Languid is the word that comes to mind, although he desperately wishes words that make him think of Dominic's lithe body moving and mewling beneath him wouldn’t spring to mind so easily.

Lithe.

Dammit. Dominic is a student and this line of thought completely unethical, he reminds himself. Focus on the lecture, which is hard because Dominic has just slipped off his sandals and stretched out his legs, sliding down in his seat and giving him a look that burns. Billy quite forgets what was so interesting about existentialism in the first place.

Two.
Ever since he’d taken his first philosophy course, Dominic has nurtured this crush—sought Boyd out, volunteered for projects, visited during office hours—anything to get close.

And he has learned many things. Not much philosophy, but fascinating things nonetheless. Things like knowing the good Professor only stumbles through a lecture when he feels nervous and, more importantly, what unnerves him. Dominic likes to push against the line of propriety that Boyd maintains.

Last year, and it would be a shame, he decides, if his crush comes to nothing. Stretching in his seat, he watches, amused, as Boyd stops mid-sentence.

Three.
Billy dismisses the class early, berating himself for being so easily distracted. He turns his back to the departing students, scrubbing a little too hard at his own barely legible handwriting from the blackboard.

“Professor Boyd?”

The eraser goes flying from his hand at the sound of his name. He doesn’t dare turn around, knows what he would see. Young Dominic Monaghan: jeans barely resting on his hips, tiny star tattoos on his foot, trendy stubble on his cheeks and sex in his eyes.

He kneels down, fumbling for the eraser, attempting to hide—well, whatever needs to be hidden.

Four.
Dominic smiles when the eraser goes flying but the professor on his knees stifles all thoughts of humor. How easy it would be to just pounce…

But, no. That isn’t the plan. The plan involves seduction. Reciprocation. A bed.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wondered if maybe I could come to your office again to talk about—" What? The ethics of sleeping with students? Boyd stands up and Dominic inches closer. He can now plainly see why class had been abruptly cancelled. Dominic smiles in a manner he hopes feigns innocence. “To talk.”

Screw the plan.

Five.
“Em.” Synapses. Neurons. Impulses. Impulses that can be overcome. Now, focus, he chides himself. “Em.”

Dominic’s innocent smile is now quite predatory. The eraser drops again and Billy sags against the blackboard, using the chalk tray to hold himself upright.

“Now isn’t a good time.” There. He’d acted the professional. God, why is the boy moving closer?

“I think now is a very good time.”

Billy dares to look up, meaning to be stern, but there is the problem of a warm mouth on his own and the words ringing through his head like a siren, 'this is a student!'

Six.
Billy gives a half-hearted struggle before pulling Dominic closer, the kiss becoming more frenzied. Pinning Billy against the blackboard, Dominic feels the rush of triumph.

“Dr. Boyd,” Dominic mumbles as his mouth seeks the flesh right below Billy’s ear.

“Don’t call me that.” Billy bites back his words as Dominic’s hand creeps lower. He struggles to regain control, holding back a groan. “Stop. This is madness.”

“You want me.”

“You’re a student.”

“My last year.”

“You’re still my student.”

“Yours.”

“Not what I meant.”

Dominic smiles because even as Dr. Boyd—Billy—argues, his hands have inched underneath Dominic’s shirt.

Seven.
Dominic’s skin is hot, like Billy knew it would be, and his body thin and hard. His shoulder blades jut out sharply and Billy traces his fingertips along the edges. He wants so much to see them. Kiss them.

The sound of a zipper brings him back to reality.

Billy opens his eyes, shaking his head in an effort to clear the haze he felt has settled over his mind. He can see the empty lecture hall over Dominic’s shoulder, the chairs scattered from the exodus of students only a few moments ago.

“Not here. We can’t do this here.”

Eight.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Bend me over a desk. Give me an--” Dominic slides his hand into Billy’s trousers before whispering, “oral examination.”

“Dominic--” Billy’s voice is a warning that shatters Dominic’s name like a polysyllabic kaleidoscope. A warning that is ignored as Dominic roughly turns him towards the board and pins his arms behind his back. “Or is this what you want. To be taken.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Billy draws in a ragged breath.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“If I wanted to take you here--”

“Please. If we’re caught…”

“You would obey.”

Nine.
Dominic’s voice is low and rough and feels like steel against his skin. Billy knows he will do whatever Dominic asks of him and wonders at this sudden need to please. The humiliation of being caught in an empty classroom while being fucked by a student seems nothing next to his need of having Dominic continue his seduction. He would obey; there is no other option. “I would.”

As he speaks the word, it’s over. Dominic releases him, turns him around and begins dusting chalk from his shirt, straightening his clothes.

“I said I would.”

“You said not here, Billy.”

Ten.
Billy’s cheeks flush red. A fucking mind game and he fell for it. He knocks Dominic’s hands from their task and pushes him away, trying to think of something to say that would cut as deeply. He feels exposed and dirty and a little more than foolish. “Don’t play with me. I can’t—"

“—You can, and you will take whatever I decide to give you.” Suddenly close, Dominic cradles Billy’s face between his hands, stroking his thumb over Billy’s lips. “I know what you want better than you think. Trust me. Go back to your office and wait.”

Eleven.
“No.”

“What?” Dominic drops his hands and stares in disbelief.

“I don’t think you know what I want at all, young Dominic, but I’m quite willing to show you.” Moving fast, Billy twists around and pushes Dominic against the blackboard. Hard.

“You seem fond of playing games. Let me teach you another.”

“Billy?”

“Professor Boyd. Say it.”

“Professor—“ Dominic’s words were cut off as Billy presses against him, demanding another kiss. When Billy pushes away, Dominic sags against the board, his knees giving under his weight.

Twelve.
“You’re good, lad, and I have to admit I’m sorely tempted.” Billy runs his hand down the tight line of Dominic’s body, letting his hand come to rest on Dominic's hip, dipping his fingertips just below the waistband. “But I don’t think you’re quite ready for the responsibility.”

“You could teach me.” Dominic’s voice was slightly breathless, eyes hooded.

“Aye. But I know what kind of student you are. Inattentive. Impatient.” Billy steps away leaving Dominic against the board while he gathers his things. “Tell me,” he says conversationally, “what would you have done had I gone to my office?”

Thirteen.

“Whatever you wanted me to.” By the professor’s single raised eyebrow, Dominic knows this is the wrong answer. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “I would have fucked you. I would have had you on your couch. I would have begged you to fuck me.”

“And is that what you want, Dominic? A brief interlude in my office. A fulfillment of a boy’s wet dream?”

Dominic shakes his head, his hand creeping between his thighs to rub at his cock through his jeans. “I want to belong to you, professor. I want you to want me back. I need you.”

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Billy smiles broadly at Dominic's imitation of Dr. Wagner, a kind old man who actually knew Billy's name and that he'd come from St. Andrews, even though he should have had no reason to care. Billy misses the man, too. And Dominic's accent and mannerisms of Wagner's are spot on—Billy thinks that Wagner himself would laugh if he could see them.

"Of Gandhi, eh?" Billy smiles gently. "He was a good teacher, you're right. And a good man. We should all be so kind. To Wagner, then." Billy raises his glass and touches it to Dominic's before taking a healthy swig. Billy leans back in his chair and yawns, his body stretching hard, up and out, and then resettling. He runs one hand lazily across his face, and finds that Dominic's eating has slowed, and his face in now tight with emotion.

"So shy," Billy murmurs, his voice low and dark. "So quiet here with me when two hours ago y'were making such beautiful noise." Billy leans forward and returns his attention to his plate. As he eats, his mind races.

There are hundreds of things Billy would like to do for, with and to Dominic. Many of them involve keeping a closer eye on his student, making sure his grades are in good shape and that he is staying healthy, but now—after this afternoon, this evening—many more of them involve touching Dominic, teasing him, driving him mad, then giving him release of several different kinds. And in that release Billy plans to find his own. It's been a long while since Billy had a lover, and even longer since he'd been involved in a real relationship. Which of course he cannot consider this to be ... not with all the risks involved. Still, Billy knows better than to simply write off Dominic as a fling, a one–nighter. Even if Dominic does not yet know it, Billy has plans for this lad. And some of them involve Billy's hands.

"If you're finished, Dominic, do me a favour and get some music playing, yes?" Billy smiles. "You know where the player is in the front room. Just pick whatever you'd like to hear, and I'll package the rest of this up." Dominic's expression is still nervous, and Billy reaches across the table to grab his hand.

"Dominic, I ask you to trust me," Billy says softly, his eyes going the same dark green Dominic noticed in his office. "I have no intention of just throwing you across my bed and throwing you back out an hour later. You're welcome here tonight. I want you here. Take a look around, fix yourself a proper drink. I'll be out in a minute."

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Dominic looks at their clasped hands and then back up to Billy. He nods, his voice quiet, shy still. “I do trust you.”

He’s rewarded with a kind smile from Billy and another pat on the hand, before he’s being pulled from his chair and scooted towards out of the kitchen. Walking into the front room, it’s exactly as he remembers. He stands in the center of the room, rubbing his full stomach and looking around—taking it in. Memorizing. He sees the cd collection and begins looking at the eclectic mix, trying to decide what would be appropriate. He decides on Ella Fitzgerald, keeping the volume low.

Still waiting for Billy, Dominic reads the titles from a shelf of books, his hands in his pockets and his head cocked to the side. At a grouping of pictures, he tries to decide which are of Billy’s family before picking up a small photo of a boy he knows must be Billy standing next to a young girl. He smiles softly at young Billy, liking that he holding the girl’s hand and looking up to her as if she was adored, which Dom’s sure she was.

Gently replacing the picture, he turns to find Billy standing in the doorway, studying him.

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“My sister, Margaret,” Billy says softly. “She still lives in Glasgow. I haven't seen her for some months.” He sighs and looks down at the glass in his hand, taking a drink before he continues. “Come and sit, Dom.”

Billy gestures to the couch, watching Dominic sit quietly on the edge, too nervous to relax into the cushions. Billy's eyebrows knit first in confusion, then in concern. He feels like he is making Dominic nervous, even after everything else that has happened this day, and he's not quite sure what to do next. After a moment, Billy makes his decision. He will take this slowly, gently; anything to make Dominic calm down and enjoy this night.

Because Billy has every intention of enjoying it.

He places his glass on the end table and moves to stand in front of Dominic. Dominic's eyes go wide and very blue, and Billy cannot hide the small half–smirking smile that crosses his face. “Don't be afraid of me,” he whispers, and leans down to lay his palms on Dominic's shoulders. He presses Dominic back into the cushions and brings their faces to touch. “I promised to be kinder to you,” Billy breathes. “And I will be kind. Give me a chance, Dominic. Yes?”

Billy kisses him, just a soft trail of his lips over Dominic's, then pulls away the moment Dominic relaxes. “Yes,” Billy sighs. “Yes, Dominic.” He runs a hand through Dominic's shaggy hair, then sits down on the couch, slouching in a way he never does in his class or his office. In any other situation, Billy might be hearing warning bells as every second passes. He is well–fed and warmed by drink, and entranced by the nervous, beautiful creature not five feet away from him, and Billy knows that it's only sheer willpower that's keeping him from turning Dominic over and fucking him into the upholstery. Willpower and the desire to make this good for Dominic.

Billy spiderwalks a hand lazily across the couch until his fingers lace with Dominic's. Dominic's palm is cool, and Billy frowns. He moves closer to Dominic and chafes his student's hands in his own. He doesn't dare ask why Dominic wasn't wearing a coat outside—he's fairly certain he knows the answer—but instead concentrates on Dominic's long, powerful fingers. Billy can see faint traces of ink in Dominic's skin, and it makes him smile. He knows the reason for that, too.

When Billy looks up again to face Dominic, he is still smiling.

“Good choice, Mr. Monaghan,” he repeats. “You made a very good choice.”

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“I wasn’t sure. I mean, I’m sure about what I feel, but I wasn’t sure that you would... because I’m a boy, I wasn’t sure.” Dominic blushes, ducking his head, his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks. He lets Billy’s holding his hand be his signal and moves closer, resting his head in the crook of Billy’s neck and his hand sliding over his chest to rest on his waist. “I couldn’t make any other decision after--”

Leaning his head back, Dominic places a chaste kiss on Billy’s cheek, waits a moment to make sure it’s welcome, and then kisses him again before cuddling back against Billy, closing his eyes against the butterflies in his stomach. “I remember the first thing you said to me. Not to me as just one of your students, but as a person. ‘They’re taking out the green space behind the cafeteria to put in a parking lot. Before long the entire campus will be pavement.’” Dominic laughs quietly. “Sounds like a silly thing to remember, but it made me feel like an equal to you, like a friend. I can’t remember the rest of the conversation, but we talked for almost an hour, standing outside of the cafeteria. I felt like…”

Dominic let his voice trail off, feeling suddenly emboldened by his memories, he kisses Billy’s neck gently.

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This is ... unexpected. Billy allows Dominic to press his soft, gentle kisses on his face, on his neck, and wonders how many times Dominic has imagined this. When Dominic's hand grazes his waist, Billy moves into the touch, swallowing and shifting his hips so Dominic has better access to his body. Billy's already feeling the need rise and burn in his stomach and between his legs, and he forces himself to pay attention to Dominic's words.

"Aye, I remember that, too," Billy nods. "I was angry over that business, even wrote a letter about it, as you can imagine. Some good it did. I was distracted that day, but you listened and told me you would miss the trees." Billy laughs shortly and stares into Dominic's eyes, and then his voice grows softer. "You're so open, Dom ... I hear you in the halls and your voice carries. Your thoughts carry. I wonder that you were able to keep your thoughts of me to yourself for so long."

Billy's hands fall to Dominic's sides, running underneath the thin fabric of the tee shirt, before Billy moves his head, angling to kiss Dominic back, harder than Dominic has done to him. "So good," Billy whispers. He pulls Dominic forward until his student is stretched almost completely on top of him. Dominic is warming up, and Billy is pleased. He arches his hips just enough that Dominic can feel him, and raises one hand to land in Dominic's hair, pushing him down so Billy can kiss him again, his teeth plunging lightly into Dominic's bottom lip. Dominic releases a tiny, excited gasp, and Billy smiles.

"You're going to make many more decisions tonight, Dominic ..." Billy murmurs, pulling on the tee shirt. His fingers travel up to touch Dominic's stomach, his chest, and his teeth running down the line of Dominic's jaw to his throat. "'s only the beginning."

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Emboldened by feeling Billy’s arousal, by his kisses, Dominic pulls his tee shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor before kissing Billy’s neck. This he is sure of, his skill to please with touches and kisses, and not his ability to impress Billy with conversation, which he is sure will prove a relationship impossible. He kneels between Billy’s legs and unbuttons Billy’s shirt with sure fingers, spreading the material open and bending down to lick and suck, his words mumbled against Billy’s warm skin. “Who would understand if I told? They would think I was trying for a better grade, but I’m not. I would drop your class right now if you asked me to, if it would mean that I can have this instead. And my friends…”

Dominic touches Billy’s cheek, his eyes wide, his voice soft. “My friends don’t understand me like you do, Billy. They think I’m funny and fun but a fuck up. Everyone waits for me to mess up, to laugh, but you never have. I couldn’t… I wanted that for my own. I wanted you for my own and not have everyone laugh at me because I had a crush on a teacher.”

Dominic kisses Billy deeply, letting Billy’s tongue into his mouth, letting Billy control the kiss before kissing his way down Billy’s chest and stomach. Kneeling now on the floor between Billy’s legs, his hand play at the waist of Billy’s trousers. Looking up, he whispers, “You do want me like this, don’t you? I can make you happy.”

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A warm flush crawls its way up Billy's skin, until he knows his throat is mottled red and his cheeks are dark with need. Dominic's mouth is one of the more powerful weapons Billy's ever known, and Dominic's confidence in its power is palpable, contagious. Billy breathes hard when Dominic's lips apply pressure to his chest, drawing blood up under the skin, and he flinches.

Marks.

There will be marks on his body, marks Billy must be careful to keep hidden under clothing. To deny Dominic the opportunity to use those teeth, those lips in such a murderous fashion where Billy wants them to do their worst seems terribly unfair to both of them, but discretion is needed. And of all the things Billy cannot control right now, he can control this. He will stop Dominic before his lips brand him somewhere visible to anyone during the course of a normal day.

In the meantime, Billy tries to relax and enjoy this, and it is not hard, at least until Dominic speaks again, denigrating himself indirectly, and Billy bites his own lips to keep from scolding Dominic against this as he has done in the past. That is the role of an advisor, not a lover, at least not now. But then Dominic is looking up at him, the words falling softly around Billy.

"Christ, Dominic," Billy nearly moans, and pulls Dominic almost into his lap with his need. "I want you. So much I've bruised you from it. I can't—" Billy kisses him again, hard and deep, until Dominic is shaking. "You're in danger, lad," Billy whispers. "We've waited too long for this, and I have months to make up for ..."

Billy's hand falls to Dominic's waist and falters there, trying to open the button and zipper. He gives up and plunges his hand instead inside the waistband, inside the heat, and he exhales into the skin of Dominic's neck when his fingers catch and twist in already damp hair. Dominic tenses, and Billy presses a kiss on his throat, murmuring words he doesn't altogether intend for Dominic to hear—words he can barely believe he's speaking aloud. "want to be inside you again ... want you inside me ... want to hear you scream, lad ... want to make you ache tomorrow ..."

imprinted on my mind: image of Dom sleeping this off in Billy's bed. He's missing class tomorrow

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Billy’s mouth is thrumming secrets against his skin, and Dominic grins as his body twisting into and against Billy’s hand. He holds Billy’s head between shaky hands, trying to kiss and breath at the same time, trying to keep his giddiness inside. Months. Months, Billy has wanted him. Dominic’s mind supplies him with an endless and instantaneous flash of what could have been—what will possibly be now.

He wants to laugh and cry, wants to not focus on this possibility that this night is all he has. Reminded of them, every mark Billy has already caused burns and when he opens his eyes to look into Billy’s, they are bright with desire. “Believe me! The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!”

Dominic laughs breathlessly, laughs because if he does not he will cry with the joy of this. Pressing his mouth against Billy’s, kissing deeply, he pushes his hips forward trapping Billy’s hand between skin and denim. He has never been good at withholding his emotions even though this has caused him so much pain in the past. He knows he’s already said too much, too soon but cannot help himself. Would split his soul wide open to Billy given half a chance. “Nietzsche. You read that to me. To the class, actually, but surely meant it just for me. I want so much, Billy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, so greedy when your friendship should have been enough.”

His cries are choked as Billy’s hand moves faster on him but he holds back, his body slicked with sweat, taut with tension. His hand claw at Billy’s shirt, his nails leaving trails across Billy’s back. “Let me… Fuck me. Just..please—“

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"Dominic, Dominic, slow down," Billy whispers. He's found himself on the floor with Dominic, and this comes as quite a shock The lad's hands are rough, his need so fervent that even Billy is surprised. But then he didn't give Dominic a chance to show this in his office. Billy knocked him to the floor and just took him before he really thought about it. Now, as Dominic attacks, kissing him and bringing one of Billy's favourite quotes back to him in between gusts of laughter, Billy can see just what kind of lover Dominic is truly going to be.

But then of course Billy has wanted this—very much—and he couldn't imagine Dominic being anything but an energetic, playful lover. One unlike any Billy's had before.

"Desire is often mistaken for greed, Dominic," Billy whispers into Dominic skin before his teeth sink into his neck gently. "And you have nothing to apologize for." Billy shakes himself out from Dominic's tight embrace and rocks back on his heels, breathing hard. "Won't have you again on a floor, Dominic," he gasps. "Come ..." he pulls at Dominic's beltloops, bringing him to stand. "Come to bed. My bed."

And it is like every ridiculous movie Billy's ever seen, the way he walks them to the bedroom, stopping every few seconds to mark Dominic's lips, his jaw, throat with his tongue and teeth. His hands travel all over Dominic's strong, thin body, and Billy knows he's in nearly mortal danger himself, much less Dominic. They will be lucky to stand tomorrow, after they've had their fill.

Billy stops at the doorway of his darkened bedroom, wanting to slow them down, and he holds Dominic's face in his hands, reading his eyes for any last sign of apprehension. "I want you," Billy says once more, to reassure both of them. And for the first time, he says it to Dominic's face: "I want to taste you again ... and I want you inside me. I want to not be able to breathe for your body above me, lad."

Billy looks at the ground, shocked again that he's spoken these things aloud, and then finally returns his gaze to Dominic. "Come," he whispers, and pulls Dominic into the bedroom.

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Dominic grins against Billy’s mouth, his hands roving as they move down the hall, their bodies bumping into the walls. This, of course, is a part of the house Dominic has never seen and is very curious to see where Billy sleeps. Everything about the little house seems to fit Billy perfectly and he already feels at home here, as he does anytime he is with Billy. But that is a thought he keeps in check, knowing that even if he is granted a second or third time with Billy, that he will not be offered a home here—a part of Billy’s life. That thought makes his actions a bit desperate, is frustrated by Billy’s attempts to slow him down.

“I want you,” Billy is saying, and Dominic opens his mouth to reassure, to say that he can take this and more. Will give this and more, but then Billy is talking again, holding Dominic so tenderly that Dominic holds his breath. The meaning of Billy’s words come slowly to him, and he is pulling back when Billy means to bring him inside him room.

They stop again just at the threshold. Dominic buries his face in Billy’s neck, breathing in deeply his scent, and kissing him on his throat, gathering his courage. He’s suddenly shy again, and takes Billy’s hands in his own before raising his head, whispering. “I’ve never topped before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

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Dominic's words come as a surprise, and Billy knows they shouldn't—Dominic's display of aggression, of dominance hours and hours ago in Billy's classroom was all play–acting, and Billy was quite aware of that fact—but still. Still.

Billy has certain rules when it comes to lovers. He will never scream, never cry out until he trusts his lover completely. He will never say their name in the heat of passion unless he's certain he'll never see them again.

He will never sleep with a student.

And he will never, ever, bottom for a virgin top.

So now Billy throws his head back against the doorjamb, gritting his teeth. He's running out of rules to break, and what kills him more is that he's enjoying the process. Enjoying watching his own boundaries stretch to their limits and finally break. "Christ, Dominic," he breathes, pulling Dominic in closer. "We'll, we'll just go slow, yeah? And I won't—if you don't want to—I can just make love to you again, and we don't—fuck. Fuck."

Billy bites off his words and pulls Dominic inside his bedroom, unable to keep up the soft words. Standing at the edge of the bed, Billy yanks at Dominic's jeans, harder than he did in his office, until they pool at Dominic's feet, followed swiftly by his boxers. Billy wishes vaguely that he had stripped Dominic slowly, enjoyed every inch of the skin presented to him like this, but there will be time for that later—

Later? Billy's mind screams. When did this turn—

Billy pushes past it, bringing Dominic's hands back to his waist, and using them to undress himself, moving quickly now. He wants Dominic over him, in this bed, now now now, and it kills Billy, just slaughters him that he cannot wait, cannot do this right.

Finally they are there, and Billy pulls Dominic on top of him, kissing him wildly. When they stop to breathe, Billy places Dominic's hand on his cock, red and damp and hot, and he kisses him once more. "Your mouth, Dominic ... want your mouth on me ..."

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Dominic trails his fingers over Billy’s cock, stroking, listening as Billy’s breath catches. He begins to descend, kissing, dragging his teeth over ribs. With his other hand, he caresses his fingers through Billy’s chest hair, secretly pleased to be with a man who is old enough to have chest hair. He smiles, his nervousness dissipating as he returns to a task he knows he is good at.

He takes his time, plunging his tongue into Billy’s navel, his twists and strokes his cock, thrilling at the sounds coming from above him. He moves his body to between Billy’s thighs, sweeping his tongue over the head, tasting again. “Like this, Billy? Is this good?”

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Billy feels his hips rising the moment Dominic begins to run his teeth over his chest. The entire university administration could come walking through his bedroom right now and Billy would not have Dominic stop, because Dominic's mouth is something beyond talented, something beyond just good.

"Yes," Billy whispers, his hand dropping to Dominic's hair, tugging at it with every stroke. "Christ, yes, lad, like that and faster—" and then Billy gasps, pushing up and almost knocking Dominic away. "Sorry, sorry, don't stop—"

It is so different like this. Yes, Billy watched Dominic do this in his office, but then he was concentrating on little more than the concentration itself—the feeling of rapacious power, the greed behind what he was allowing Dominic to do. Now, Billy watches with something warm and new curling in his stomach, something ... inviting.

"Dominic, Dom, I can't—" Billy bears down and pulls at Dominic's hair, his shoulers, dragging him back up so that he is nearly crushed beneath Dominic's larger body. "Not without you," Billy gasps. He runs a hand through his now sweaty hair and lets his head fall back on the pillow, breathing hard. "We need—Christ, I can't move, why didn't I think—"

Billy pushes Dominic up slowly so he can sit, and Billy tries to ignore the shaking, the trembling in his own body as he turns to the nightstand. It has been a while—several months at least—since Billy's last had anyone in this bed, and Billy closes his eyes for a second as he reaches into the drawer, praying he's going to find what he needs.

And so he does, dropping the condom and the lube on the bed with shaking fingers. When Dominic's eyes go wide, Billy smiles and kisses him, trapping Dominic's lower lip between his teeth again and biting gently. "Don't be nervous," Billy whispers. "Don't be scared. You're not going to hurt me."

And with that, any nervousness or fear that Billy might have felt himself slips away. He reaches for the condom and tears at the package, his eyes now burning into Dominic's.

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Kneeling on the bed, Dominic wipes the sweat from his face and rubs his hands on his thighs. When Billy turns towards the nightstand, he runs his hand over Billy’s waist, wanting to feel his skin under his hand. The condom and lube are a bit of a shock, though he certainly knows what they are for. Remembering that he let Billy take him without anything, he blushes a bit wondering what Billy must think of him. He’s never done that before—not used a condom—and he’s almost embarrassed to bring it up, embarrassed not to. Tomorrow, he decides as Billy kisses him.

Dominic picks up the bottle of lube, turning it over in his hand. Billy whispers for him not to be scared, but he can’t help it. His hands shake as he tries to open the bottle as Billy rolls the condom onto Dominic’s cock. “Are you sure, Billy? You’ll not let me hurt you, right? I mean I know it hurts. It always hurts, but you’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong?”

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Billy would be quite charmed by Dominic's nervousness if his heart hadn't nearly broken at Dominic's words. I know it hurts. It always hurts—Billy remembers what he did in his office, and his hand falters on Dominic's cock. He takes a breath and raises his hands to Dominic's waist, pulling him closer, until Dominic is almost in his lap.

"You'll go slow," Billy says softly, his eyes locked into Dominic's. "I won't hurry you. And I'll show you what to do, alright?" Billy takes the bottle from Dominic, rolling it in his palm, and looks down, searching for the right words for what he wants to say.

"It doesn't always have to hurt," Billy whispers. "Have you never—"Billy purses his lips, angry with himself. "Have you never been with anyone who was good to you, Dominic? Who was slow?" Billy features darken as he looks back up at Dominic. "I am sorry. For, for this afternoon. But I promise I'll go gently with you now."

Billy takes Dominic's hand and curls it slightly, drizzling the liquid onto Dominic's fingers. "It's a bit cold," Billy smiles. "As, ah, I'm sure you know, yes?" Billy pours more into his own hand before he reaches once more for Dominic's cock. After only a moment of stroking, touching Dominic this way, Billy releases a little breath and leans back, pulling Dominic down with him.

"Touch me first, alright?" Billy whispers, his eyes falling to half–mast. "Then your fingers, Dominic. Slowly, now." Billy takes Dominic's hand in his own and leads it to his cock, wrapping Dominic's fingers around it gently. Billy sighs with soft pleasure, and his lips turn up slightly in a smile at Dominic's nervous touch. "Think of what you like, Dom. And then show me."

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Dominic slides his slick finger over Billy's cock, his touch gentle, rubbing up and down as he leans down to shower kisses over Billy's face. When Billy's legs fall open, and he feels Billy's hand nudging his own lower, he take a deep breathe and pushing a finger inside Billy, watches his expression.

"Is it all right, Billy?" He asks as he begins to kiss down Billy's chest, lingering first over one nipple and then the other, working his fingers at the same time--first only one, and then braving a second and third, using the sounds Billy is making as a guide. "I've never been with anyone who wanted to really take it slow and easy. I'm embarrassed to admit that my experiences have not been like this"

Kissing and licking his way back up to Billy's mouth, kissing him deeply as Billy pulls his hands away and pulls him closer with his legs. Dominic watches Billy's face closely as his cock is just at his entrance. "Are you sure, Billy?"

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"Yes, yes," Billy whispers. Not been so sure of anything for months, lad, and right now I'd do anything you wanted, he thinks, but keeps down. His student's hands are almost as talented as his lips, and Billy could almost come just from their touch. But there is always more, and Billy wants that now. He reaches down to Dominic's hips, pulling him forward and inside, slowly. Billy hisses at his own body's resistance, forces himself not to bear down and reject Dominic this way. It doesn't hurt—it hardly ever does, for Billy, because he knows what he needs before and after—but it is different, leading someone this way.

They're almost there now, and Billy relaxes, smiling shakily and twisting his fingers in Dominic's hair. "You're not hurting me, Dom. Harder, now. Let me feel you." Billy's cock is aching, desperate for more of Dominic's touch, but he wants Dominic to pick up a rhythm first. He wants to see the change come over Dominic's face when he realizes that he can do this, that it's good and that Billy is loving it. "There, there," Billy gasps when Dominic is flush against him, his body shaking a little. "Jesus. So good, lad."

Billy looks up again, trailing the fingers of one hand down Dominic's cheekbone. "Are you alright, Dom?" he breathes.

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Dominic nods his head, afraid to breathe, to put too much weight on Billy. Still, he can not deny to himself how it feels--not just the hot tightness of being inside someone's body like this, though that is incredible--but that it's Billy. His Billy. That thought alone is almost enough to make him lose it and he struggles to slow down. To enjoy this while he has the chance.

Bending down he presses a gentle kiss to Billy's lips, before thrusting experimentally. His moans match Billy's as he feels the friction. He pulls one of Billy's legs higher on his hip, changing the angle slightly, setting a rhythm.

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When Dominic shifts and moves above Billy, lifting Billy's leg and finding a pace that suits him, Billy breathes in deep and hard and reaches for Dominic's shoulders, his back, anything to keep their contact. Billy can feel the sweat break out on his body and in his hair, the trembling in his own legs as Dominic pushes. He tugs at Dominic's arm, pulling him closer, and tucks his right leg in tight to Dominic's hip to urge him on. Billy's hand on Dominic's arm closes around Dom's bicep, kneading the flesh there while Billy catches his breath.

"You feel so fucking good, lad," Billy murmurs in between breaths. "I could—I could have you this way—" forever? all night? Billy stops himself, choosing instead to grab at Dominic's hair, bringing him down for a messy, violent kiss. The change of angle makes Billy gasp and cry out into Dominic's mouth and he raises his hips, pushing against Dominic just as hard. "Oh, Christ, faster, Dominic—"

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Dominic tries to hold the kiss for a bit longer--trying to swallow Billy's cries--but has to give it up, gasping for breathe. He repeatedly rocks back and forth hard, the heat and friction making his body sweat and shake as he moves toward his orgasm. His hand finds Billy's cock, and he tries to match the movements of his hips with Billy's, trying to bring Billy to the same end.

"Too soon. Can't--" Dominic feels awkward and uncoordinated--feels like a virgin. Burying his head against Billy's neck, his thrusts become deeper--slower but harder. "Billy--"

He feels it throughout his body, tipping his head back to scream and cry out--his spine feeling electrified as the heat of Billy's body surrounds him.

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Billy stops breathing, just for seconds, while Dominic throws his head back and makes those amazing sounds, the sounds of a young man overthrown. His eyes are so blue ... I thought they were grey, only grey with flecks of blue, but—and he is so edgy and perfect— Billy's thoughts fly away when his body clenches hard around Dominic, and he holds Dominic's arms in a fierce grip, trying to steady him before he falls. And then Billy feels it, too, the rushing of angry and desperate and perfect heat in his back, his stomach and he is gasping, releasing throaty whispers and choking on his breath as he comes. His legs tighten around Dominic's waist and he pulls him down, harder than before, trapping Dominic like Billy does not ever trap lovers, keeping them so close that they share the same breath.

Dominic is shaking in his arms, and Billy tries to find the air enough in his lungs to soothe him, but settles instead for stroking Dominic's hair and sighing. "Dominic, Dom ... mo chiontach gu firinneach ... ... s'alright, s'perfect ..."

my innocent [one], in truth

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Every thought in his head is directed at self preservation for just this moment, telling him to get up, to leave before he gets hurt. But he knows, as soon as he hears Billy's voice, that it's too late. He bites down on his tongue to keep from uttering words of love and devotion--words he knows would be rejected.

He lays bonelessly on top of Billy as their breathes even out, as his heart slows down. He can't speak, can't move--can only lie in Billy's arms to be petted and stroked.

He must move though, and with small touches and quiet words, he pulls from Billy; sits up and removes the condom, following Billy to the small washroom. He's afraid to look in the mirror. Afraid of what it will betray and so focuses on counting the freckles on Billy's shoulders--a safe enough activity, until he can't resist the urge to press his mouth to each one.

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Dominic's hand is warm in Billy's as he brings them both to clean up, and while it seems that Dominic is calming down a little, Billy himself is still buzzing with strange adrenaline. Words come to his head unbidden, and he has to turn away from Dominic to stop himself from speaking them aloud. He reaches for towels, facecloths, anything—and then suddenly he feels Dominic's gentle touch on his back, his soft, warm lips on his shoulders. Billy tips his head back and exhales, allowing Dominic his ministrations for the moment, and then he turns, capturing Dominic's face in his hands and kissing him, more sweetly than all of today, all of tonight.

Billy presses him gently against the bathroom wall, running his hands down Dominic's sides, feeling the overheated skin and relishing the soft sounds that escape Dominic's throat. "How do you feel, lad?" Billy whispers. "D'you want to just ..." Billy nods in the direction of the shower and strokes Dominic's cheek lightly. "Let me take care of you, yes?"

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The tile of the wall is cold against Dominic's back, and he shivers--more when Billy's hands are on him again. His eyes are half lidded with weariness, and he nods an answer to Billy's question.

Watching Billy adjust the water, then stepping underneath the hot spray, Dominic stands quietly letting Billy wash him, leaning forward every now and again to kiss Billy--touch him. His mind is a pleasantly buzz, a quietness that is in his soul, and he feels at peace--willing not to think about consequences.

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It's only a matter of minutes before Billy decides that this will be counted as one of the better nights of his life. Tomorrow is irrelevant, really; impossible to even imagine as he traces soapy, liquid lines down Dominic's concave stomach and massages his hips. This is something Billy knows he's good at, something he enjoys himself: these quiet moments afterward when he's tending and being tended to. Billy lifts his hands to Dominic's hair, pushing it back undeneath the water and running warm lather inside the thick strands.

And of course this affords Billy a chance to better look at Dominic's body, and he exhales deeply with pleasure at what he finds. There are marks, yes—marks Billy has left on the lad—but there is also a raw beauty that was there long before Billy ever touched Dominic. Billy rinses Dominic's hair, brushing it from his forehead so Billy can look at his sleepy, still–blue eyes. Billy murmurs to himself in Gaelic, keeping his hands busy but his eyes still, locked into Dominic's as he palms the younger man's chest.

"I know you're tired, lad," Billy says softly, close to Dominic's ear. "But you must talk to me. Tell me you're alright." He cups Dominic's chin and smiles before he kisses him. "Tell me what you're thinking, Dominic."