The grip Oscar has around Domhnall's hips is very strong, it will definitely leave marks. Oscar lines up his dick with Domhnall's hole, then quickly, almost brutally, he shoves himself all the way in. Domhnall moans so loud that there is no way the people in room next to room don't hear. Oscar scrunches his eyes shut and stays very still in an effort not to come on the spot.
“God babe, your so fucking tight,” Oscar says, panting. Oscar leans over and sucks another love bite into Domhnall's back as a way to distract himself for a few seconds.
“Agh Jesus, Oscar, please move, please,” Domhnall begs. With that Oscar pulls his dick almost all the way out, so just the head remains, then slams back in. The pace he sets is fast and hard, and he doesn't know how long he’s going to be able to last like this. Oscar adjusts the angle slightly for his next thrust and manages to slam into Domhnall's prostate, making him all but scream, his fingers clawing at the sheets. Oscar curls his fingers into Domhnall's hair and pulls, all the while thrusting relentlessly again that spot inside him. Domhnall tries to reach for his cock, desperate for release, but Oscar slaps his hand away.
“No.” Oscar says firmly, yet breathless. “I want to see your face when you come.” And the next moment, to Domhnall's despair, Oscar pulls out.
“Turn over,” Oscar instructs. Domhnall rushes to do as he’s asked and flings himself onto his back. Oscar picks up Domhnall's slim legs and puts them over his shoulders, then thrusts back in. As he continues to fuck Domhnall he takes a moment to admire his face, the redness the has spread down to his chest, his lips swollen from biting them, it makes for a wonderful sight. Finally, Oscar wraps his hand around Domhnall's straining erection and pumps his fist quickly. It only takes a couple of pumps and he’s coming hard, clawing at Oscar's back, moaning obscenely.
After seeing Domhnall come, hearing that moan, feeling the squeeze around his dick, it doesn't take Oscar very long until he's coming as well. He lets himself moan as loud as he needs, filling the condom then falling boneless against Domhnall's chest.
They kiss sloppily, neither of them wanting to move any more than that. Eventually they have to move, and they both wince when Oscar pulls out. Oscar peels off the condom and walks unsteadily to the bathroom to throw it away, then he grabs a hand towel and wets it before crawling back onto the bed.
Oscar wipes the sweat off Domhnall's brow, then cleans up the come that had painted Domhnall's stomach. He throws the towel back into the bathroom, not caring where it lands. Domhnall smiles at him lazily and pulls him close, their arms surrounding each other and their foreheads touching gently. Oscar softly pushes Domhnall's hair out of his eyes.
“Was that okay?” Oscar asks, his voice only a whisper. Domhnall laughs ever so slightly, a broad grin on his face. “It was fucking incredible.” He replies, then bites his lip. “You were right, I’ll be feeling that for days.” They just lie there for a couple of minuets, basking in the afterglow, until Oscar remembers the reason they chose Domhnall's room in the first place.
“Where's this whiskey then man?” Oscar asks, already untangling himself from Domhnall and getting up.
“On the side, under the telly,” Domhnall tells him. Oscar heads to the other side of the room and spots the bottle. He pours out two glasses and gives one to Domhnall. “Here you go buddy,” he says.
“Thanks lover,” Domhnall purrs, putting on a ludicrous husky voice and batting his eyelashes for effect. Oscar snorts with laughter and playfully punches Domhnall’s arm. Domhnall bursts out laughing too, his head falling back against the headboard.
“Idiot,” Oscar grins. He settles down next to Domhnall in the bed and sips happily at his drink. They sit close and pull the blanket up, just so it covers their hips, drinking and chatting, slipping back into their easy to and fro of conversation. With Domhnall's free hand he strokes Oscar’s cheek softly, feeling the roughness of his stubble.
“You’re disgustingly handsome, do you know that?” Domhnall says, and he cuts off any reply with his lips, kissing him softly, deeply. Oscar’s eyes flicker shut and he sighs as he leans in to the kiss. This thing between them, Oscar thinks, might be a bit more serious than he thought.
FILL CONTINUED - RPF Oscar/Domnhall - Premiere Reunion [2/2]
“God babe, your so fucking tight,” Oscar says, panting. Oscar leans over and sucks another love bite into Domhnall's back as a way to distract himself for a few seconds.
“Agh Jesus, Oscar, please move, please,” Domhnall begs. With that Oscar pulls his dick almost all the way out, so just the head remains, then slams back in. The pace he sets is fast and hard, and he doesn't know how long he’s going to be able to last like this. Oscar adjusts the angle slightly for his next thrust and manages to slam into Domhnall's prostate, making him all but scream, his fingers clawing at the sheets. Oscar curls his fingers into Domhnall's hair and pulls, all the while thrusting relentlessly again that spot inside him. Domhnall tries to reach for his cock, desperate for release, but Oscar slaps his hand away.
“No.” Oscar says firmly, yet breathless. “I want to see your face when you come.” And the next moment, to Domhnall's despair, Oscar pulls out.
“Turn over,” Oscar instructs. Domhnall rushes to do as he’s asked and flings himself onto his back. Oscar picks up Domhnall's slim legs and puts them over his shoulders, then thrusts back in. As he continues to fuck Domhnall he takes a moment to admire his face, the redness the has spread down to his chest, his lips swollen from biting them, it makes for a wonderful sight. Finally, Oscar wraps his hand around Domhnall's straining erection and pumps his fist quickly. It only takes a couple of pumps and he’s coming hard, clawing at Oscar's back, moaning obscenely.
After seeing Domhnall come, hearing that moan, feeling the squeeze around his dick, it doesn't take Oscar very long until he's coming as well. He lets himself moan as loud as he needs, filling the condom then falling boneless against Domhnall's chest.
They kiss sloppily, neither of them wanting to move any more than that. Eventually they have to move, and they both wince when Oscar pulls out. Oscar peels off the condom and walks unsteadily to the bathroom to throw it away, then he grabs a hand towel and wets it before crawling back onto the bed.
Oscar wipes the sweat off Domhnall's brow, then cleans up the come that had painted Domhnall's stomach. He throws the towel back into the bathroom, not caring where it lands. Domhnall smiles at him lazily and pulls him close, their arms surrounding each other and their foreheads touching gently. Oscar softly pushes Domhnall's hair out of his eyes.
“Was that okay?” Oscar asks, his voice only a whisper. Domhnall laughs ever so slightly, a broad grin on his face. “It was fucking incredible.” He replies, then bites his lip. “You were right, I’ll be feeling that for days.” They just lie there for a couple of minuets, basking in the afterglow, until Oscar remembers the reason they chose Domhnall's room in the first place.
“Where's this whiskey then man?” Oscar asks, already untangling himself from Domhnall and getting up.
“On the side, under the telly,” Domhnall tells him. Oscar heads to the other side of the room and spots the bottle. He pours out two glasses and gives one to Domhnall. “Here you go buddy,” he says.
“Thanks lover,” Domhnall purrs, putting on a ludicrous husky voice and batting his eyelashes for effect. Oscar snorts with laughter and playfully punches Domhnall’s arm. Domhnall bursts out laughing too, his head falling back against the headboard.
“Idiot,” Oscar grins. He settles down next to Domhnall in the bed and sips happily at his drink. They sit close and pull the blanket up, just so it covers their hips, drinking and chatting, slipping back into their easy to and fro of conversation. With Domhnall's free hand he strokes Oscar’s cheek softly, feeling the roughness of his stubble.
“You’re disgustingly handsome, do you know that?” Domhnall says, and he cuts off any reply with his lips, kissing him softly, deeply. Oscar’s eyes flicker shut and he sighs as he leans in to the kiss. This thing between them, Oscar thinks, might be a bit more serious than he thought.
END