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Disclaimer: A work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.

Title: Billy’s Belt
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: bb/dm

They sat in the limo, across from one another, waiting. Then Dominic saw it, there, glinting silver beneath Billy’s open jacket, tucked between his trousers and shirt, half hidden by the tie. There were too many people with them so he could only stare. Fixated. Riveted. Finally, they arrived, the others tumbling out until they were the last to emerge. Billy got out first, fastening his jacket, his back still to the cameras. Still hidden, Dominic’s hand darted out, quick like a snake’s tongue, to stroke the metal, warm from Billy’s heat. Billy smiled, winked, and left the last button undone.

Staring, Billy’s eyes traveled down the length of Dominic’s body. He fingered the silver clasp of his belt.

“Take your clothes off.” It wasn't a request but a demand that Dominic obeyed. Billy watched those hands as they removed first the jacket, then the shirt, finally the trousers.

“Turn around”

Pushing him against the wall, holding him there by the merest of touches, fingertips tracing lightly over the spine, Billy listend, satisfied, as Dominic inhaled sharply and exhaled a shuddering breath. Then those hands…reaching up, bracing himself against the wall. Trees. One upside down. One right side up. Fucking trees.

Billy unbuckled his belt, pulling it loose. Dominic heard the *schwat* as the leather was pulled through belt loops. He shivered against the contrast of the cold buckle hitting his legs and soft kisses on his back.

Billy brought Dominic’s hands down, kissing each where the word was inscribed in black ink, pulling them behind his back. Dominic felt the leather against his wrists, pulling tight, imprisoning him. He felt Billy’s cool hands against his warm skin, snaking around his torso, pressing chest to back. He felt Billy’s cock hard against his hands--Billy’s mouth against his ear.

“Do you trust me?”

Dominic’s arms were stretched taut above his head. The black belt wrapped firmly around his wrists, trapping him against the headboard. He arched his back up, struggling to touch any part of his skin to Billy’s. His hands strained against the leather and he heard himself begging.

“Please…let me touch you”

And Billy wanted him to. Wanted to feel those strong fingers grasping his ass. Wanted to feel those hands stroking his chest, teasing his nipples.

But then he wouldn’t have had that sight.

Billy bent down to press his lips against Dominic’s before straddling his hips, impaling himself on Dominic’s cock.

Dominic slowly opened his eyes. Turning his head, he saw Billy lying on his stomach, hands curled above his head, gripping the pillow. The belt lay between them.

A wicked thought crossed his mind.

Leaning over, Dominic kissed each of Billy’s vertebra, across his neck and to his ear. He heard Billy begin to grumble and knew he was waking up.

“Good morning.”

Sitting up, Dominic straddled Billy’s hips, running his fingers up his smooth back, his arms, and grasped both his hands, gently pulling them behind his back. Securing them with the belt.

“What are you doing, Dom?”



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