A Matter of Peference : A Series of Drabbles
[ bb/dm/ew . dedicated to Hope ] PG-13
I. Billy
Billy prefers it in the morning, with Elijah's mouth still lazy and his hair still mussed. The moans are long and soft that way-lingering in the tangled sheets with Dom's hands and Elijah's pale legs. Billy likes to coax the waking out of them both as they kiss, rediscovering one another with sleepy mouths and wandering hands. He covets the moment when the sleep falls away completely and suddenly and the fingers on Billy's shoulder or in his hair tense and tug urgently.
"More," Elijah says, and Billy never knows if he's talking to him or Dom or both.
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II. Dominic
Dominic prefers it in the evening, on nights where the moon hangs low and fat in the sky and the hour is so late that it verges on tomorrow. He likes it dipped in the dry, pewter musk of expensive wine and Elijah's chain-smoked cigarettes; it's the smell of sex and worship that refuses to rinse off in the shower the morning after. Dominic wants it drenched in urgency-with Billy's shoulders pinned to the wall and Elijah flashing teeth in a sweet sneer and Dominic begging each of them not to stop.
He thinks it tastes better that way.
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III. Elijah
Elijah has no preference as long as it's Billy and Dominic, painted lavender and orange by the pre-dawn light. Nothing else matters as long as it's the both of them crawling-dark-eyed-into bed, pushing against one another with their mouths and their hips. Elijah likes the way they make his skin burn from the inside, like some exotic disease contracted from the sweltering jungle.
At night, the only way Elijah can sleep is if it's Billy and it's Dominic-their kisses pooled in the deep of his mouth and his name lingering like promises on both of their lips.
