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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[borntokill]

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."

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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.

[borntokill]

"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."

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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.