Don�t Speak With Your Mouth FullAt one time, Elijah had thought Dom was rude, talking with his mouth full. It was the way he'd been brought up. Debbie always discouraged conversation when one had anything in one's mouth, and, fuck - Dom was always doing it! Deb would not have approved.Elijah's body tensed. Dom's mouth was clamped around him like a vice. Fuck, it felt good! Dom murmured, indistinctly, lips encompassing him, that he fucking loved him - and as trembling fingers pushed slowly into Elijah - Lij realised, screaming into the night, that not everything his mother taught him was right! newly added Time�s FoolDominic stared down at his hands. They were the same hands...he was as familiar with their contours as any sighted man, but they were different, now. Different, because last night they had held Elijah. Elijah quivering, moaning in ecstasy, Elijah undone.Dom examined himself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. His naked body looked almost the same as it had yesterday morning, but there were subtle differences. He stared at his mouth, kiss-blown and red from the night's loving. His eyes, dark ringed and soft with untold secrets, his skin glowing from the exertion and the grip of Elijah's fevered hands. Above one nipple was a bruise that looked dangerously like a bite mark. Dom rubbed the pads of his fingers over it, remembering, his breath hitching at the memory, dark and secret, like his lover. His cock was red from friction, his balls swollen with handling, the pale skin at his hips and groin dappled with finger-tip bruises. He was owned now - owned and cherished. Elijah had shown him what it was he wanted; had opened his secret heart to Dom, had let him in. And Dom had gone, willingly. The hands that had been bound to the bed head were the same, the wrists slightly chafed, but nothing a pair of leather cuffs wouldn't cover. He smiled as he heard a soft sigh from the bedroom, then "Dom?" He looked at his watch. Time intruded upon their pleasure. Both had appointments today. Time. Tonight he would offer himself - all that he was - again to the fevered spirit that was Elijah, who, tasting Dom's surrender, broke and reshaped him like a master potter, turning a new Dom nightly on the wheel of his desires. Dom was time's fool. His linear perceptions measured by the small, vibrant body that waited for him in the next room. Bound to his will, fastened to his love by ... "Dom!" Louder this time. A slight edge to it...demanding. Well, love is not time's fool...he would go to Elijah now. And Lighe would fracture time for him, now, and remake it in his own image. Dom smiled at himself in the mirror, and pushed open the door. |