birdwithoutasong | Tell me, are the words still paralyzed?

It was a low blow, Wesley knows. He just felt for a moment that he could just leave this hellhole and be content with having Dominic pulled out with him. But that's not true. Even if they'd get out, he'd be going back in five minutes after the drugs wear off.

He sighs and pulls up from the ground. "I know," he says as he pulls Dominic up as well and yanks him close, arm wrapping around his waist possessively. "Let's go back."

Dominic does lean into that touch, feeling his body against Wesley and there's something soothing about that, reassuring on a level past what the drugs can influence.

He lets himself breathe in Wesley's scent. "Together," he agrees, and they start to walk.

The sweetest things he says. Wesley snorts fondly and buries his nose for a moment in Dominic's hair, inhaling him.

"Yeah," he says simply and grabs Dominic's hand as they start the walk back.

On the way Dominic's hand is an anchor to his shot nerves. Every little sound and rustle makes his heart beat faster, makes his blood pump. His instincts say to hunt and find out what's hiding in the bushes there. But Dominic keeps him grounded to the goal of getting back to the camp and ending this charade.

Dominic just rests against Wesley for that moment, understanding him and how important he is to Dominic. This place can't take that away from them.

And Dominic's hand grips Wesley tight, refusing to allow that anything might come between them. This place has taken so much already, it cannot have the only thing that really matters.

Everything else, they will handle.

Edited 2019-05-19 23:36 (UTC)

This is a whole new level of fucked up. Wesley stares at Dominic whose been adorned with a bracelet that means business. He knows that. Somewhere inside him, a bell is ringing, urging him to act out, urging him to fight back.

He looks at Dominic with frown, his eyes pleading, his mouth twisted in anger. They are waiting for a volunteer to dominate this submissive. His fucking submissive.

There's really no need to talk. Dominic knows exactly what he's thinking, Wesley doesn't need to say it aloud. Is this one of those things he needs to do prove that he's not a threat? Is this one of those things that is required?

He steps forward, still undecided what it's going to be. The guards turn to look at him, smiling like hyenas. Fucking assholes the bunch of them.

This is something they can deal with.

Dominic will repeat that over and over again until it's true, until he can make it show in his eyes strongly enough that Wesley will see it and be comforted by it.

When Wesley steps forward, Dominic raises his eyebrows, doesn't quite nod but it's all but there in him. He'd rather it be Wesley in this role than anything else, and Dominic stops fighting the hold on him to wait and see.

If there has to be this kind of a spectacle, it's going to be Wesley doing this and no one fucking else. He doesn't like the idea of Dominic fucking around in the first place but this in particular gets the hairs at the back of Wesley's neck rise with irritation.

"I'll do it," he says finally and grabs the shock bracelet from the guard closest to him. "Gimme that."

He glares at the man while slipping the bracelet on his own wrist before he pushes past him to Dominic. "Hands off my submissive," says and it's not a request even if he kind of has to pretend it is. Apparently this is behaviour that is acceptable because the guards let Dominic go and Wesley can gather him close with an arm around his waist.

"We're not rutting here like some animals," he continues. "He's not a piece of meat for you to enjoy. I want a private room."

Dominic doesn't like being protected because he doesn't like needing protection. He wants to be able to stand up for himself, and he knows that a lot of this hasn't been easy for Wesley, doesn't want to make things any more difficult.

He doesn't like the collar, he doesn't like this place, but all he does is wrap his foot around Wesley's ankle when Wesley gathers him close. He knows it won't help right now if he tries to stand up for himself so he lets Wesley do it. He's fantasizing about stabbing one of the guards -- especially when the man lets his eyes deliberately linger on Dominic.

"There are rules," the guard warns.

Dominic's smiling fondly at Wesley through this process, and it would be impossible to keep his pleasure off his face even if he were that way inclined. Dominic might not be someone who smiles all that often but right now he feels plenty of goodwill in general and fondness towards Wesley.

"Going to get you ready for me," Dominic promises, and he spreads his fingers, feeling the way that Wesley's body stretches. Not enough yet, but soon, that anticipation hangs heavy in the air.

Dominic is about to learn that Wesley is not the easiest guy to prep properly. He's impatient and full of lip.

"I'm ready," Wesley practically purrs at him, pushing down against those fingers that are making him feel good. But he wants more, always fucking more, that's the way this works, isn't it? He knows there will be a delicious feeling of fullness at the end of this and he can't get to it quick enough.

Dominic might not want to take him for his word if he wants that prep job done properly, though.

"Fuck me, now." Wesley's tone of voice is somewhere between a plea and a demand, his breath hitching as he grips Dominic's hair in a tight fist and stills for a moment as Dominic's fingers stretch him, scissoring inside him.

"F-fuck," he mutters, his lids fluttering and face turning aside, cheek against the sheets as if he's trying to hide his face while the intensity of the moment just grows and grows on him. Dominic's fingers pull out another ah and oh out of him with each new forward thrust.

Dominic is starting to learn why Wesley is such a tease, because there's just no way to give him everything that he wants to have as fast as he wants that.

Dominic can feel that with his fingers, and he leans in to press his lips to Wesley.

"Not yet." He's not going to hurt Wesley and he still feels far too tight.

"Come on, you can wait." Dominic's fingers are spreading a little faster than he might otherwise do, because he's eager himself, and he wants Wesley so damn much.

He just can't trust that Wesley's ready.

"I want you," Wesley replies to all that with a rush of breath and a groan that says it all. "Inside me, like yesterday." He gives a shaky laugh as he catches Dominic's mouth in an urgent kiss.

It might be hard to pace him out but Dominic seems to have the kind of patience that most people lack when facing Wesley's insistence to just fuck him right away. Or maybe it is that Wesley's more inclined to give into him.

"Just hurry up," he mutters with a small, half swallowed moan on his lips, high and impatient. Dominic's fingers already feel good inside him, he wants more. He wants it all.

And to make things harder for Dominic, he reaches down to wiggle a hand between them, push it under Dominic's pants to fist him. The angle is awkward and he can't quite manage proper stroking, but he does what he can.

"It's happening today, and not yet."

Dominic's not trying to linger too much over things, of course, just as eager to be inside Wesley as Wesley may be to get him there. Once he can slide his fingers in and out he starts to fuck Wesley with them, setting up a rough attempt at a rhythm that has him spreading his fingers when he's inside.

He's got to get him there, and he will.

Of course, he was plenty motivated before Wesley started to stroke him, but it's certainly effective in making it more difficult for Dominic to wait.

"Soon." He wants to ask Wesley if he's ready, but he knows the answer will be 'yes', and that it won't quite be real.

Sweet Jesus there's possibly nothing quite as sexy as Dominic putting his foot down. Wesley lets out a shaky breath as his mouth softens and eyes go hazy with pleasure. Wesley's prone to fight it, to demand and nudge and tease until he gets what he thinks he deserves. But for reasons unknown to both of them, he just gives in this time.

His exhale is a shudder and the way he wraps his free hand around Dominic's neck is positively yielding.

"Alright," he says and it's definitely more than just 'alright'. Giving away the right to decide when he gets fucked and how he gets fucked is not just him throwing caution to the wind, but actually trusting Dominic to do right by him.

He twists his wrist around and tries to stroke Dominic in time with his fingers moving inside Wesley. He bites his lip and turns his face up, but instead of kissing Dominic, he merely breathes onto his lips.

"F-fuck, you're so god damn hot."

Dominic doesn't need the words to know what Wesley is thinking of him right now, but they don't hurt matters either. Dominic half wants to hold Wesley tight, to take in this moment, but he wants every bit as much as Wesley does, and he's being as patient as he already can be.

"Yeah? So are you."

Wesley is gorgeous and remarkable and sexy as fuck, and right now he's utterly and completely Dominic's.

It doesn't take long before Dominic is pulling out his fingers, before he's ready and lined up with Wesley. "You're going to take me." It's a promise made in a tone of wonder, of almost awe.

"Hell yes I'm gonna," Wesley laughs and it's shaky and rough and intimate, breathless with anticipation. He lets out a whine when Dominic pulls his fingers out, feeling suddenly empty and hollow.

He leaves the positioning and angling to Dominic, pulling up his hand to rub it against Dominic's chest, his shoulder, his neck and finally his jawline, holding on there like he were an anchor and Wesley were a boat on a stormy sea.

"You're gonna take that damn ass like it belongs to you," he says with a shaky burst of laughter and then rolls his lip between his teeth as he looks up at Dominic - it kind of does belong to Dominic already. "Come on, baby."

It's a little strange, the burst of pride and confidence that overtakes Dominic at Wesley's words, joining the wanting and the love that already have nestled so deeply inside of him. But they've worked for this moment, for all their moments, and they're worth all the work.

"Mine," he says, he agrees, and it's good as he grips his fingers around Wesley's hip and starts to press into him. It's different than the other ways around, different than having Wesley's mouth around him, and they're all such good moments.

"There," Dominic croons as he keeps pressing in, feeling Wesley hot and tight around him.

Part of the fun with the ties around Dominic's wrists is that he can't just grab what he wants, he'll need to communicate it other ways. He'll have to trust that Wesley gives him what he wants or needs. Part of the fun is seeing him arch to the touch, like a cat arching his back up to Wesley's stroking hands.

As much fun as it would be to just watch him wriggle for a moment longer, Wesley knows he needs to take this show on the road. Not just because his own dick is practically crying out of being ignored, but also because he promised to do exactly that, didn't he?

He chuckles and grabs Dominic's hips with both of his hands, pulling back until he's almost out of Dominic before slamming back into him, heavy with intent, his breath hitching as he feels the friction building, satisfaction coiling somewhere at his gut. Another thrust follows, equally heavy, making Wesley's head loll back as he groans.

Dominic has learned by now that just because he's getting what he needs in the moment doesn't mean it'll continue to happen, but it's hard to get too caught up in that idea when he is getting what he wants right now.

Dominic lets out a low groan, feeling Wesley rock into him, feeling how much he can make Dominic feel.

"That's it," he encourages, having gotten in the mood of using his words now. "Fuck me like you mean it." It's the way Wesley always does so.

For a moment Wesley can let himself go a little bit. He gives a soft groan and gives Dominic exactly what he wants. He builds up a rhythm, harder and faster, quickly going from hard and deep to fast and deep, adding more weight to it by reaching down to grab Dominic's hair to pull his head back, bowing his back in the process as Wesley pounds into him.

Skin slaps against skin, Dominic bouncing between Wesley's hips and the tight hold he has on Dominic's hair. For a moment there's no need to talk or tease or play - just fuck like he truly means it.

But while he's going at it with almost wild abandon, he makes sure the angle doesn't give Dominic too quick a relief. They're just starting.

They are not just starting.

They've been at this for a while, and Wesley has been winding Dominic up before not quite letting him down again and Dominic needs so much more than he's gotten so far.

But then this is even so different from the rest of the time, different because he can't reach back and touch and different because he can feel the careful control Wesley is approaching this with.

"Come on, give it to me, I can take it."

"I know you can," Wesley grits out between two heavy thrusts, his hips meeting with Dominic's with a resounding slap between their skins. "You can take this and so much more."

But the point is that he's not supposed to take anything beyond what he wants to have from Wesley.

It's a curious sort of pleasure, being this much in control. It's not about power, Wesley is learning. And he's learning it very fast. It's all about Dominic and being good to him.

He shifts a bit, changing his angle, making sure he's hitting Dominic's prostate with each thrust. "Show me," he says, voice calm but high strung, tightly under his control.

Dominic isn't entirely sure what he's supposed to show. That he can take it? Surely that's a thing evidenced by Wesley as much as anything else. But he's not going to complain, not now that it finally feels perfect, even with his hands bound, even though he can't reach back to touch Wesley.

He finally accepts it, finally relaxes into the sensation and the bounds. It's not that Wesley has all the control, just that he has enough and Dominic trusts him with it, knows that he hasn't lost it just because Wesley has it.

It's comfortable, and Dominic thinks he could get used to this feeling of trust.

Show him whatever Dominic feels like showing. Given that Dominic is finally relaxing, Wesley figures that he's doing something right here. He curls his fingers a little tighter around Dominic's hips and fucks him in earnest, slow, deep and so very thorough. He also stops speaking at this point, just concentrating on keeping his thrusts even and perfect, picking up the pace from the smallest of indication that Dominic wants more.

Yes, he's driving him single-mindedly towards an orgasm that isn't going to be the last of its kind. But given how damn tight and perfect Dominic is around him, Wesley can't help but hope that it's going to be a quick one or he's going to ride that wave with Dominic and then have to wait until he's ready again.

Dominic's no longer talking or asking for more, but he's also not quiet, eager with the noises of pleasure. He's louder than normal, the careful coaxing and the specifics of his position now having a definite effect. He can't respond the same way he would normally, but there's certainly a comfort in that, in knowing that Wesley has done this to him because of how much he wants him.

It doesn't take long, given the mental and physical stimulation, before Dominic is coming with a cry of Wesley's name on his lips.

Tell me, are the words still paralyzed?

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