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Drink Number Nine by Beizy (NC-17)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairings: Billy/Dom/Elijah
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beizy
Author Website: Under Your Skin
Why this must be read: This is a lovely hot fucksome trio PWP in which tipsy Elijah, having mocked Dom and Billy's dance moves, is dragged into their bed to discover for himself just how coordinated they can be. I really am fond of a fic like this that can utilise all the delicious logistical awkwardness, humour and passion of a first time threesome.
Elijah lingers on the other side of the room—eventually chooses an armchair—as they claim the couch. Dom sprawls lengthwise and Billy sits on his knees between Dom's legs, fingers working at Dom's zipper. Dom's fingers pass gently over Billy's forearms and Billy spares him a grin and urges his hips up to accommodate the jeans becoming a distant memory.
Dom's shirt is gone a moment later and Billy slides down onto his stomach, scattering licking kisses along the waistband on Dom's boxers and spreading out along the couch. Dom closes his eyes and breathes unevenly, fingers on Billy's shoulders.
Billy stops. Turns, lays his cheek on Dom's belly comfortably. Stares right at Elijah, eyebrow raised. "You're...very far away."
Dom stares at Elijah. "Very far away." Turns to Billy. "Do we smell?"
"We must." Billy stares back.
Elijah opens his mouth and all that comes out is "Um." He's too busy gawking and trying to work up the subtly to open his fly without looking obvious. Wonders what the secret sexual code for "Someone give me a blowjob, please?" is.
Billy sits up and takes off his shirt. He shifts off the couch, climbs out of his pants, and then points. "Lube's in the drawer. Be a good lad and bring it over, yeah?"
Elijah's mouth has gone curiously dry. He practically falls out of the armchair. Between calculating the average sobering-up time of Scottish men and wondering what the fuck he has gotten himself into, he manages to move his body from end table to the couch, where Dom and Billy are already sitting up. The tube of lubricant is squishy and damp between his fingers.
"We think," Dom drawls, stepping behind Elijah and spider-crawling fingers around to Elijah's belly, "that you need to relax." Dom kisses Elijah—right on the crease behind his ear. Sends a wobbly shock down Elijah's spine and he exhales as Billy comes up in front of him. Feels Billy's nose touch his just before Billy kisses him—and isn't that fucking weird—except for the part where it's not—and mmm.
Drink Number Nine
Pairings: Billy/Dom/Elijah
Author on LJ:
beizyAuthor Website: Under Your Skin
Why this must be read: This is a lovely hot fucksome trio PWP in which tipsy Elijah, having mocked Dom and Billy's dance moves, is dragged into their bed to discover for himself just how coordinated they can be. I really am fond of a fic like this that can utilise all the delicious logistical awkwardness, humour and passion of a first time threesome.
Elijah lingers on the other side of the room—eventually chooses an armchair—as they claim the couch. Dom sprawls lengthwise and Billy sits on his knees between Dom's legs, fingers working at Dom's zipper. Dom's fingers pass gently over Billy's forearms and Billy spares him a grin and urges his hips up to accommodate the jeans becoming a distant memory.
Dom's shirt is gone a moment later and Billy slides down onto his stomach, scattering licking kisses along the waistband on Dom's boxers and spreading out along the couch. Dom closes his eyes and breathes unevenly, fingers on Billy's shoulders.
Billy stops. Turns, lays his cheek on Dom's belly comfortably. Stares right at Elijah, eyebrow raised. "You're...very far away."
Dom stares at Elijah. "Very far away." Turns to Billy. "Do we smell?"
"We must." Billy stares back.
Elijah opens his mouth and all that comes out is "Um." He's too busy gawking and trying to work up the subtly to open his fly without looking obvious. Wonders what the secret sexual code for "Someone give me a blowjob, please?" is.
Billy sits up and takes off his shirt. He shifts off the couch, climbs out of his pants, and then points. "Lube's in the drawer. Be a good lad and bring it over, yeah?"
Elijah's mouth has gone curiously dry. He practically falls out of the armchair. Between calculating the average sobering-up time of Scottish men and wondering what the fuck he has gotten himself into, he manages to move his body from end table to the couch, where Dom and Billy are already sitting up. The tube of lubricant is squishy and damp between his fingers.
"We think," Dom drawls, stepping behind Elijah and spider-crawling fingers around to Elijah's belly, "that you need to relax." Dom kisses Elijah—right on the crease behind his ear. Sends a wobbly shock down Elijah's spine and he exhales as Billy comes up in front of him. Feels Billy's nose touch his just before Billy kisses him—and isn't that fucking weird—except for the part where it's not—and mmm.
Drink Number Nine
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