Tell me, are the words still paralyzed?

[arkbound]

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

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[arkbound]

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.

[borntokill]

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.

[arkbound]

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.