The Nipple Ring of Power

 

Author:  Kinkyhobbit

Pairing:  EW/DM

Genre:  RPS, PWP

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  graphic sex. Yay! 

Disclaimer:  I made it all up. As far as I know, this never ever happened.

Summary:  Dom has had his nipple pierced and is having a hard time stopping Elijah from playing with it.

 

 

Dom was sweating, his body tense. He was trembling, fighting to control himself, fighting to hold himself back. He was filled with a passionate fire and it was all he could do to contain it.

 

Elijah lay beneath him, filled in a different way. His mouth open, almost panting, his eyes shining. He was higher than any drug could take him. Dom stared, fascinated at the way Elijah’s eyes glazed ever so slightly in time with the rhythm of their bodies.

 

Dom couldn’t take his eyes off Elijah’s face; his beautiful, so angelic face currently cloaked in ecstasy. Each thrust pushed a soft cry from his throat and Dom desperately wanted to get deeper inside, to make him cry louder. He fought the temptation, keeping a steady pace with his hips, a hand pressed down on Elijah’s chest. Then Elijah’s eyes cleared ever so slightly, and a slight animal smile began to form.

 

Dom knew what it meant. Elijah had caught him off guard the first time but he knew now, and wasn’t surprised when Elijah’s trembling hand reached up towards his chest, toward the nipple ring it couldn’t resist. 

 

Dom grasped his wrist and pinned it to the bed, then the other one, leaning with all his weight to hold Elijah down.

 

“No.”

 

Elijah laughed, then fixed his gaze on Dom again. Dangerous.

 

Dom shook his head, smiling as he kept the rhythm going. “Not yet,” he whispered, leaning down. “Not yet, baby.”

 

Elijah’s eyes shifted to the ring and his mouth opened further. He suddenly lurched up off the bed, tongue seeking to taste the metal. Dom leaned back, still thrusting, still holding Elijah down, determined not to stop.

 

“I mean it, it’s still sore.”

 

Elijah’s face changed, his eyes pleading as he licked his lips. “I’ll lick it better.”

 

“No.” Dom smiled, panting. “It’s too soon.”

 

He grunted and began pumping harder, Elijah groaning and arching his back, thighs against Dom’s upper arms, pushing his hips down onto Dom’s thrusting, impaling cock.

 

When he opened his eyes again they locked immediately on the ring.

 

“I want to taste it,” he panted. “Please…”

 

“No.” Dom punctuated the word with a thrust, making Elijah gasp with pleasure.

 

“You can’t stop me.”

 

“Yes I fucking can.”

 

Elijah shook his head. “No.”

 

He suddenly shut his eyes tight and cried out as Dom thrust deep, held and twisted his hips. Dom threw his head back and groaned, the heat and the tightness threatening to overwhelm him.

 

“God I love being inside you…”

 

He relaxed, just slightly. Just enough.

 

He felt Elijah’s wrist pull away from his grasp and grabbed it just in time, pinning it back onto the bed.

 

“No!”

 

Elijah grinned at him.

 

Dom gasped a laugh. “Don’t make me tie you down.”

 

Elijah’s fingers clenched helplessly as he strained against Dom’s hold. “Let me…”

 

“Right, that’s it!”

 

Dom pushed Elijah’s wrists together and held them tight with one hand, grabbing a handful of sheet with the other.

 

They were pale blue sheets, old cotton soft and fragile. There was already a hole in them somewhere. Elijah was very fond of them.

 

Dom shoved a piece of sheet into his mouth and tore viciously at it with his teeth, shocked at how easily he ripped it.

 

Elijah’s eyes widened and he laughed. “You bugger! My mom gave me those sheets!”

 

Dom leaned close, eyes wide. “Fuck your mum!” he hissed, thrusting hard.

 

Elijah gasped as Dom’s cock stroked him deep inside. “She’ll kill you,” he breathed.

 

“No she won’t,” panted Dom as he began binding Elijah’s wrists. “Because you won’t want her to know what we did with them.”

 

He wrapped the fabric tightly around Elijah’s wrists and then around the bedhead, securing it tightly with a knot. He sat back, a satisfied smile on his face as he grasped Elijah’s ankles, braced himself, and begun pounding harder.

 

He stared down at Elijah, bound and writhing beneath him. Their eyes locked and they both smiled. Dom felt something give inside him and cried out, pumping wildly as it took him.

 

Elijah screamed Dom’s name, his voice cracking as he felt the explosion inside him, felt his own suddenly rise and erupt, covering his chest.

 

Dom gently withdrew and let go of Elijah’s ankles, slumping forward, leaning down to lick Elijah’s hot, damp skin. Licking it clean; savouring the taste. Then he looked up at Elijah’s face and they both smiled again.

 

“If you promise to be good,” panted Dom. “I’ll untie you.”

 

“I promise.”

 

Dom loosened the knotted sheet enough for Elijah to free his hands. They lay there recovering, side by side, Elijah’s hand resting on Dom’s stomach.

 

“So,” he said after a few minutes. “How long?”

 

“How long what?”

 

“How long until you’ll let me play with it?”

 

Dom chuckled, taking Elijah’s hand in his. “I told you, a few weeks at least. It’s really really sore. It hurts like fuck if I just brush it against something.”

 

Elijah let out a long sigh. “Okay.” He sighed again. “Damn.”

 

“What?”

 

“We’re going to go through a lot of sheets.”

 

 

Kinkyhobbit 2002

 

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