Tell me, are the words still paralyzed?

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Who: Dominic and Wesley
Universe: Duplicity
What: Finishing Scenes
Warning: Sex

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Bondage (January)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.