Fic, Domlijah, NC-17, 'Dominic Monaghan Is A Bastard' (original) (raw)

Title: Dominic Monaghan Is A Bastard
Author: colourmediscord
Disclaimer: Never happened, don't own them.
Archive: If you want it for some reason, you have but to ask.
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood
Warnings: Bondage, mild bloodplay
Summary: Elijah's all tied up with nowhere to go, Dom has Bailey's, therefore there is sex.
Author's Note: Written for ireth as a thank you, you asked and (hopefully) I provided!

Elijah loved his phone. He loved any phone. So long as it kept him in contact with his friends it was a worthy piece of technology, and right now, Elijah wanted nothing more than to answer his phone. If he could answer his phone, which at the moment he could not, there was any number of witty excuses he could give as to why he could not answer his phone. Such as, "Sorry, I'm a bit tied up at the moment", or "I'm having trouble learning the ropes" or, his favourite at the moment, "My boyfriend is a kinky bastard and has tied me to the bedposts and buggered off. Because he's a bastard and very kinky. Bastard."

So, right now, Elijah wanted to answer his phone and he couldn't. Because Dom had wanted sex and then he'd wanted food (to assist in the sex, Elijah hoped) and food had won. Because Dom was a bastard.

So here lies Elijah, boyfriend of Dom, loving friend and tied to a bedpost. Elijah had strange images of Dom weeping over his grave, howling to the sky "If only I'd realized the importance of sex over food!" and decided he'd been hard and without a cock in his arse for too long. Preferably Dom's cock, though right now he wasn't picky.

He heard his answering machine beep and then the sound of a phone being hung up. Apparently whoever was calling him didn't want to leave a message. Perhaps they thought he was too busy having mind-blowing sex with a certain Brit. Usually that would be true, however, unfortunately, said Brit decided he was fucking hungry. Bastard.

Elijah would tell him he wasn't going to get any for a month with relish once he got back. But that wouldn't work, because it would mean Elijah wouldn't get any for a month and that was unacceptable. Because he was horny, damnit! And he was tied to a bed! Who would walk out on him while he was tied to a bed? That fucker. That's it, Dom Monaghan was not going to be allowed to have sex with Elijah for a month! Well...maybe a fortnight. A week, yes, a week sounded much be-

The door slamming interrupted Elijah mid-thought and all his previous plans along the lines of "Mwahah, no sex for you, bastard!" disintegrated and he yelled through the apartment,

"Dominic Monaghan, get your cock in here right now! And since I'm feeling gracious and very in need of sex you may bring the rest of you!"

Elijah vaguely hoped whoever had walked in was, in fact, his boyfriend. Or that they were a very obliging stranger.

Then a bastard poked his head in the doorframe. Or Dom, whatever. And FUCK but he looked edible. Apparently it was raining outside, and Mr Monaghan had been caught in it, Elijah watched as drops trailed under the collar of Dom's t-shirt. Really, there was a time to be naked and a time to be...slightly less naked. This was a time to be very naked! And since Elijah was a good boyfriend, he was already naked. And tied to a bed. Why was Dom still clothed?

"Lijah, Lijah, Lijah," Elijah knew who he was, thank you. "You look a –"

"- bit tied up at the moment? Yes, that's very astute of you. Bastard!"

Dom grinned, his eyes crinkled up and more raindrops slid down the front of his shirt. For a moment it looked like he was going to say something more but, thankfully, he seemed to forego that in favour of holding up a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream with a triumphant air as though he had caught it himself.

Elijah sighed, he should have known. Dom had an unholy love for that stuff. And for pouring it all over Elijah and then licking it off slowly, generally biting him somewhere on the way. This was because when he was feeling soppy (which was generally when he was soaked in Irish Cream), he would tell Elijah he had skin that looked and tasted like Bailey's. Then Elijah would tell him he resented being told he was a dirty grey colour and that he probably tasted like the stuff because Dom poured it on him every opportunity he could.

Dom gently placed the bottle of Bailey's on the bedside table and proceeded to tear off his clothes. Elijah was almost sad he was tied to the bed, he loved undressing Dom. His boy had a firm, malleable body that was a lot of fun to bend and kiss whilst helping him take off his clothes.

With a sensual flair that made every little quirk about him, from writing on his hands to strange sartorial choices, appealing, Dom straddled Elijah's hips and stretched, shaking his hair, letting raindrops spread over Elijah's naked body. Which Elijah would have minded if Dom hadn't been rolling his hips over his erection achingly slowly and grinning that bastard grin again.

Then that grin came closer and bit his nose.

"What the fuck!? Dominic! Biting me during sex is fun, biting me before sex while your fucking cock is still outside my body is just inexcusable!"

Dom began to play with Elijah's nipples, "What's inexcusable, Lij? The fact that I'm biting you before sex, or that my cock is not pounding your arse through your mother's linen?"

Elijah squirmed, he had very sensitive nipples, and damnit why was Dom's cock still not in his arse?

"Would you not mention my mother while we're otherwise engaged here, please? It, "Elijah moaned, Dom having started licking his nipples, which was always a good thing and helped upgrade his bastard status. "It does not make for little Lijah's happy hunting ground."

Dom lifted his head from where it was occupied with Elijah's chest and looked at Elijah in bemused confusion, though Elijah wasn't sure of this, after all it's harder to gauge expressions than it seems in books and really, Dom could just have a headache.

"Lij...I have no idea what you just said."

He had stopped chewing Elijah's nipples, therefore, Elijah could just give him the headache and stop thinking.

"Dom, I don't care. I've been tied to a bed for half an hour and lacking any sort of sex. You have your Bailey's, you have me and you have a dick, this is all very fortunate as you can now put them together and make us both very happy. Please continue."

Elijah gets very grumpy when he's denied his sex.

Dom leaned over to the bedside table, happily grinding his hips into Elijah's, erm, happy hunting ground and grabbed the bottle of Bailey's. Unscrewing the top he poured an impressive amount into his favourite hollow besides Elijah's hipbones. Dom liked to call it his 'natural shot glass'.

Elijah sighed happily when Dom started sucking the Bailey's off his skin, licking and biting at his hipbones while he was at it. Long, artistic fingers started gently stroking his cock making him moan his approval. When Dom's mouth, tasting strongly of Irish Cream, covered his own he licked and sucked at it with fervour.

Sucking on Elijah's tongue, Dom kept stroking Elijah's cock with his left hand, and reached with his right for the lube they kept in the bedside table drawer. He was getting extremely good at opening the tube one-handed, lots of experience, and squeezed some onto his first two fingers.

Still biting and licking the inside of Elijah's mouth, Dom used his lubed fingers to rub around Elijah's entrance, almost massaging it, because he knew it drove Elijah mad.

From the sound of Elijah's desperate groans into his mouth and the ineffectual tugging of his bound hands against the bedposts this time was no different, and Dom slid one finger inside Elijah with a moan of his own. Elijah was so hot inside it was like his own private sauna. Honestly, the man must want to walk around naked all the time if his natural body heat was this high, it was like a furnace.

Elijah drew one leg up to give Dom easier access, he was becoming quite vocal now that he was finally getting what he wanted. He was panting into Dom's mouth and trying as much as possible not to thrust his hips into the hand torturing him, or hands plural.

Finally moving his lips away from Elijah's swollen mouth, Dom removed his hand from Elijah's cock and, ignoring the cry of displeasure, reached for the Bailey's. He took a mouthful from the bottle and leant back down to Elijah's mouth, where he let the alcohol trickle in, adding a second finger inside his boyfriend and finger fucking him to his heart's content.

Elijah sucked the rich liquor from Dom's tongue, rolling his hips against the fingers inside him, until one pressed hard against his prostate and he thrust upwards letting out a strangled cry around the tongue trying to reach his tonsils.

Then those fingers were removed altogether and a different sort of cry came out of Elijah, until he felt Dom's cock rubbing against his entrance and he thrust up again, hoping Dom would take pity on him. Fortunately, luck and hormones seemed to be on his side and Dom pushed inside him until hips met hips and Elijah groaned at being so full and Dom rested his head on Elijah's shoulder and hissed his breath out at the heat and restriction around his cock.

Slowly, Dom lifted his head and latched on to Elijah's nipple again. Elijah let out a cry that turned to a frantic moan halfway through when Dom pulled back and thrust into him again. The cock inside him was rubbing against his prostate and then slamming into it as Dom started to move in earnest, his teeth biting harder and harder on Elijah's throbbing nipple. His head was tossing around on the pillow and Elijah cried out every time Dom's cock hit his prostate, which made for a lot of noise coming from a relatively small man.

When Elijah's cries had too much pain laced with the pleasure, Dom moved his teeth from the nipple to the flesh of Elijah's shoulder and let them sink in further with each powerful thrust until he tasted something more coppery than the Bailey's. He hit Elijah's prostate one more time and a scream filled the room, Elijah arched back and came hard, his muscles contracted tighter than Dom was ready for and with a moan into Elijah's shoulder, he came, releasing inside his louder boyfriend.

They both lay still, their only movement the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm and Dom didn't move from where he was, except to lazily untie Elijah's wrists and massage them. Elijah mumbled a little into his neck, where he'd turned his head during their coming down period.

Chuckling slightly Dom turned his own head until he could smell Elijah's hair.

"Did you say something, love?"

Elijah turned his face until he could mumble without a mouthful of skin in his way and said, "You're a bastard. No one should have to wait for that."

Dom perfunctorily kissed his hair and yawned. "Won't happen again, promise."

Elijah put his arm over Dom's hips that were still resting on top of him, "Yes it will, it always does. You tie me up and then run off. But I am magnanimous, and so, forgive you."

They were both quiet for a few minutes, resting in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex until Dom drowsily uttered a few more words before drifting off to satiated sleep.

"You enjoy it, gives you more time to grumble."

Elijah kissed Dom's neck and nuzzled him lovingly, moments away from slumber himself. Only awake enough to say -

"Bastard."

Cross-posted to: domlijah, endless_smut, fellow_shippers, intothefirerps

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