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Check My Body All Night (extended edition)	By : boxcarglamour Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 751 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Check My Body All Night (extended edition)
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Dom’s mouth opened, trying to grasp for breath, but he only found Orlando’s mouth pressed to his. His eyes were closed, they’d been closed since he and Orlando entered the elevator and pushed the button for the Pent House apartment. Hands fondled skin, clothing, tugging at the soft fabric of each other’s clothes. Dom wasn’t exactly sure how they made it from the restaurant to the club to the hotel without managing to touch each other. But then, he didn’t really care at this point. They were touching. They were grabbing at each other, eager for hands to touch skin, lips to touch lips, a neck, anything. They managed to make it to the elevator. Orlando’s fist had slammed against the PH button. A nonstop ride to the eleventh floor apartment. The moment the doors shut with a ding!, Dom was being pushed against the wall of the elevator, a tongue invading his mouth.

Orli’s hands were tugging Dom’s shirDom Dom managed to break the kiss, to breathe. His head dropped and he watched, with blurry vision, as Orlando was tugging the shirt out of his pants. He watched Orli’s fingers work at the button of his pants, tugging at them impatiently. Dom managed a drunken laugh before Orlando’s mouth was on his again, taking his breath away with a mind-blowing kiss. Dom’s head pressed against the wall of the elevator. Somewhere outside of himself he heard a ding, then another one. They were getting closer to his apartment. He couldn’t wait. It wasn’t going fast enough.

He pressed his hands against Orli’s chest, fingers spreading through the thin fabric of his tee-shirt. Wasn’t he wearing a jacket earlier? The thought was there and gone in an instant. Another ding, the elevator shook slightly as it came to a stop. Only then did Orlando pull his face away from Dom’s, but one hand was still around his waist, fingers pressing between the fabric of Dom’s pants and his skin, tugging him by the waistband out of the elevator and into the apartment.

Dom staggered as he tried to keep up with Orlando’s quick pace to get out of the elevator and into the private accommodations all in a matter of seconds. He nearly tripped on the rug as he walked into the common room of the apartment, but Orlando’s hands were at his waist, holding him upright.

“Ta, ma-”

Dom’s words were cut off by Orlando’s done sneaking itself along Dom’s lips, sliding into his mouth. The older man moaned softly, sucking gently on Orlando’s tongue, finally catching up to the pace of the evening. Orlando moaned against Dom’s mouth, pulling away slowly. Dom whimpered, pressing his body closer to Orli’s, but the younger man just took a step back slowly, grinning.
“Now that you’re catchin’ up, mate.”

Dom opened his eyes, staring into the brown depth’s in front of him. A look of confusion swept his own blue-gray eyes as he stared, letting the mischievous grin that he knew so well register in his mind.

“C’mon, Orli, just fuck me already.” He was whining. Orlando liked when he started to whine. Whining led to begging and begging led to very, very good things.

“I plan too,” he grinned. His eyes were twinkling. Dom wasn’t sure if it was the mischievousness that lurked behind his eyes, the ideas turning in his brain - or simply the dull lighting of the apartment. theythey even bothered to turn lights on? Why was it so dark in here? Dom’s head turned to look around the room, but he was brought roughly to the vision in front of him as Orlando wrapped his hands around Dom’s waist, fingers scratching through the fabric to his skin. Dom whimpered, leaning his hips in towards Orlando’s.

Orlando simply grinned as hanedaned his head towards Dom’s; his lips brushed over Dom’s jaw, before letting his tongue run along his neck, small swirls of the tongue, then gently sucking of the lips, and slightly harder biting with his teeth. Before Dom knew what was happening, he was moving forward. His feet were moving without direction. Vaguely, he knew that Orlando was leading him towards the bedroom. It was the way it always happened, but Dom was too drunk on vodka and lust to really notice, or care, what was going on around him.

Dom’s eyes stayed closed. He felt the bed against his knees. His body was falling slowly. The soft mattress and down comforter collided with his back, letting him sink into the softness. He moaned softly, letting his eyes open. Orlando was straddling his lap, nearly sitting on his stomach; his fingers playing over Dom’s bare chest, flicking gently against his nipples as his tongue slid down Dom’s clavicle, making little swirls in its path.

“What happened to m’shirt?” It was a slurred question, one that Orlando didn’t bother to even answer. One that Dom didn’t really care about the answer too, but he felt that he should at least try and find out. His head fell backwards, sinking into the softness of the bedclothes. His hands were trailing over Orlando’s body, along his arms, over his back - tugging at the shirt that somehow managed to stay on his lover. “Ge’ this off!”

Orlando lifted his arms from their attack on Dom’s chest only long enough for the shirt to come off. He grinned as he looked down at his lover. His eyes sparkled and he leaned down, his lips pressing against Dom’s in a rough, hard kiss. A sex kiss. Hips ground against hips. Dom moaned at the feel of Orlando’s hidden erection against his stomach. His hands slid down Orlando’s back, fingers dancing around the waistband of his pants, sliding over the front, teasing Orlando. Orlando groaned, pushing against Dom’s hands for a moment before his own hands pulled Dom’s away from his body, holding them above his head.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could touch me.”

Dom opened his eyes, staring in almost disbelief as he watched Orlando gaze down at him. He didn’t know what to say, so he conceded with a pout. Orlando kissed him, while making quick work of his hands above Dom’s head. Dom’s eyes opened when he felt the cool metal agaihis his wrists and heard the soft click of a lock. He stared at Orlando, who was grinning down at him.

“You belong to me tonight.”

Dom made a soft whimpering noise in protest when Orlando climbed off of him, letting his hands trail down Dom’s stomach, over the obvious bulge in his pants and down his legs before moving from the bed for a moment, examining his detained lover.

“You look so fuckin’ hot like that.” He grinned before leaning forward, and with a tug, pulled down Dom’s pants. He had managed to undo the button and zipper during the previous make-out session. He had been planning this process since they sat down for dinner at the restaurant with Billy and Elijah. Dom’s eyes were locked on Orlando’s as the brown-eyed boy leaned over, fingers tucking into the boxer briefs and pulling them down with a sharp yank of his hand. Orlando grinned, letting his eyes fall over the large cock in his face. “Fuckin’ fantastic.” He let his eyes stay fixated on Dom’s as he leaned down a little, his tongue running over the tip of his cock. Dom’s body shuddered at the contact, his eyes closed, head falling back.

Orlando’s hand gripped at the base of Dom’s cock, tugging at it gently, causing a moan to erupt from Dom’s lips. Orlando grinned, letting his lips suction around the base of the cock, sucking gently before sliding his tongue along it, swallowing Dom.

Sooner than Dom would have liked, he felt the tension be released from his cock as Orlando moved away. Another whimper as he raised his head to stare at Orlando with wide, unbelieving eyes. “What the fuck is that?” he groaned.

Orlando just grinned, reaching over the bed to the nightstand. He slid the drawer open, his hand disappearing inside, for only a second before coming back out with a small tube. He grinned and looked to Dom as he straddled the man’s naked legs. At some point Orlando had shed his own pants. Dom stared at him, desire and want in his eyes.

“I told you. You’re mine tonight, Dommie.” A wicked grin as he spread the lube against his fingers. A smirk as he leaned forward, his lips pressing against Dom’s as his fingers pressed into his lover.
Dom groaned, his hips pushing up against Orlando’s hands, hips wiggling, to urge Orlando’s finger farther into his body. Orlando just grinned as he watched his lover squirm on the bed, pulling at the handcuffs, pushing at his hand. One hand help Dom’s hips , no, not too roughly, but with enough pressure to make him stay put. His fingers trailed over the skin of Dom’s hip bone, slowly tracing small designs against his thigh. He kept his eyes on Dom’s face, watching him intently as he slid another finger in, moving tantalizingly slow. Soft whimpers escaped Dom’s lips, a form of begging. Orlando knew those murmurs well. A soft moan of satisfaction escaped from his own lips. “God, you’re fucking hot.” He let his fingers trail in circles until they were gently teasing against Dominic’s balls, moving upward slowly to wrap his forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock, tugging gently. The movement caused Dom’s hips to thrust upward, a slur of obscenities slipping through his lips. Orlando just grinned, happily, as he leaned forward, both his hands still working at Dom, albeit it was slow, teasing. His eyes closed, and his lips pressed against Dom’s stomach, leaving a soft trail of kisses and licks in his wake down his favorite trail.
Dom pulled at the handcuffs, knowing full well that there would be welts and bruise marks across his wrists tomorrow. He didn’t mind though, he actually liked that idea. But the leather cuffs were always good for keeping a secret like that hidden. “Fuckin’ hell, Orlando.” A grunt replaced words.

Dom could feel Orlando grinning against his stomach, his lips pressing at Dom’s pelvic bones. Dom squirmed as he felt Orlando’s practiced tongue run over the curve of the bone. His body jolted involuntarily as Orlando’s experienced fingers grazed over his prostate, a small moan coming from Dom’s lips, followed by a quiet plead.

Orlando lifted his head slightly, leaving one last small kiss on Dom’s pelvic, ever so close to teasing the man’s balls with his tongue. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Dom’s eyes opened as he stared at his lover. His eyes were on fire - passion, impatience - all the things that Orlando loved to see lurking behind the gray-blue depths. His gaze was enough to make Orlando melt and submit to any request Dom might have let slip from his lips. Almost, though. He fixated his stare on Dom, fingers working inside of him, fingers working around the base of his cock.

“Fuck me, ah, already.” Orlando could have sworn Dom added a growl to the end of the request. Orlando’s lips turned to a smooth, sleek smile. Slowly his fingers moved completely out of Dom, letting the soft whimper seep into his skin before he repositioned himself over the man, hips against hips. “Gladly.” One hand stayed around Dom’s cock, stroking gently, the other around his own. Two simple strokes, just because he felt the need to touch himself, even though he knew it wasn’t necessary. Then, with careful movements, he positioned his cock against Dom’s ass, sliding it up and down slowly. Teasingly. Dom grunted, bucking slightly against his bonds, and Orlando’s cock.

“Fuckin’ hell, Orlando. Goddamn cock tease.” The words made Orlando chuckle, just softly before he moved his hips, almost without warning torpedoing into Dom’. Dom’s mouth opened, a pleasure-filled scream filling the room. Instantly his hips were bucking against Orlando. Hips moved in perfect rhythm with each other. Practiced beauty, that’s exactly what it was. It didn’t take long for Dom to practically stop moving his body all together, save the involuntary shudders that racked through his body. Orlando knew exactly what to do to make Dom submit to his every will. He was in control tonight, he made that blatantly obvious in the elevator, but now he was showing just how much control he had. His whole hand tightened around Dom’s fingers, grasping just tight enough to mix the smallest amount of pain into pleasure before he began tugging up and down - slowly at first, keeping with the rhythm of his cock moving in and out of Dom.

A slew of obscenities start to flow from each of their lips, mixing with the smell of sex and the passion that lay thick in the room. It was all for the after party, as Dom liked to say. When they would lay in bed, discussing the various things left in the room.

Orlando’s hips and hand moved faster. His free hand was gripped around Dom’s waist, fingers pressing roughly into the pale skin. Dom didn’t seem to mind though, even if there were going to be bruise marks the next day.

“BloodyfuckI’mfuckincoming,” it was all mixed into one syllable and one panted breath as Orlando felt the familiar warm liquid squirt against his chest and thighs. He couldn’t help but grin, leaning down against Dom, smearing his lover with his own cum. A few more hard thrusts and Orlando was practically biting Dom’s tongue at the same time he was sucking as he came.

Dom held the kiss for a long moment before Orlando finally pulled away, a panting breath to get air into his lungs. “Fuck,” he murmured. Dom opened his eyes, staring into the dilated brown orbs of Orlando’s. A matching grin spread on both their lips. “Jesus, Dom. D’you see what the fuck you do to me.”

Dom leaned up, as much as he could, and kissed Orlando. A soft, passionate kiss. He let his head fall back against the pillows, tugging on the handcuffs. “Get me outta these so I can clean you up.”

Orlando just smirked, leaning down and nuzzling his face against Dom’s neck, kissing gently. A quiet click and Dom felt the pressure released from his wrists. He grinned, pushing Orlando back slowly so that he was laying on his back, Dom crawling over him.

“About bloody time.”

Dom ran his lips in a soft dragging pattern down Orlando’s chest, his tongue sliding out, licking his way over Orlando’s stomach, causing the muscles to tense slightly. Orlando ran his hands gently through Dom’s tousled hair, letting his head fall back as Dom continued to lick, suck and kiss Orlando’s upper body clean.

“Let’s go take a shower, mate.” Dom was grinning, climbing off the bed and sauntering towards the bathroom. Orlando just watched him for a long moment, a happy grin on his face before he followed.
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