A/N: Had to slice another chapter in half, sorry about that. It'll actually be the next chapter that Dom will go into more detail of his relationship with Lily. Also, idk if this chapter needs a trigger warning? Kinda contains drunken sexual assault?
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My dream was a decadent dance, Ryan and Dominic taking turns pressing their lips to mine, each kiss a distinct flavor in a feast of forbidden sweets. Ryans kisses were like the soothing warmth of honey-drizzled chamomile tea—gentle, familiar, and sweetly comforting. Dominic's were the rush of a dark expresso shot—intense, bitter with an addictive edge, and a taste that lingered long after. Together, they were a symphony of flavor, each kiss more tantalizing than the last, seducing my senses until I was lost in a whirlwind of taste and touch.
Their lips were relentless, tracing fiery paths across my flesh, each kiss a declaration of desire that left me breathless and aching for more. The two of them were like night and day, yet in that moment, they harmonized perfectly, their sole purpose to worship at the altar of my pleasure. The dream felt endless, a loop of intoxicating indulgence, but it shattered abruptly with the creak of my bedroom door.
Reality seeped in, my fantasy crumbling to nothing as I awoke. Sweetness lingered on my lips as I came to, leaving me longing to return to the dream. I blinked sleepily, still groggy from intoxication and squinted against the darkness, the outline of a tall figure approaching—Ryan. I guess I had forgotten to lock the door in my drunken state. My annoyance bubbled up, recalling how he had left me alone all night to make out with Rosie. I didn't want to hear his apologies about it so I turned away, hoping I could drift back into the remnants of my dream, and return to the Ryan that actually cared about getting me off.
I could hear his drunken stumble and then felt the mattress dip, Ryan's careful weight settling behind me, and an arm, heavy with drunkenness, draped over me. I felt his bare chest press to my back as his lips pressed against my cheek, a familiar gesture that should have comforted, but instead sent a jolt of shock through me. The person behind me was much larger than Ryan, and the familiar scent of the cologne that enveloped me was richer, more potent, and mixed with an air of liquor. My heart hammered as I realized—it was Dominic, and he was very, very drunk.
My heart raced in my chest as I realized what was happening, and I was frozen in shock, the startle immediately sobering me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to maintain the facade of sleep. It had been months since Dominic let himself into my bedroom, and the memories of that traumatic experience flooded my mind. Uncertainty gripped me, unsure of what I should do.
I felt Dominic's lips against my ear as he kissed me from behind, sending shivers down my spine. Despite the shame, I couldn't deny the physical response coursing through me. His bare chest pressed against my back, offering an unexpected comfort amidst the chaos of emotions.
His hand ventured into my boxers then, finding the evidence of my arousal, and gripping it tight. Heat rushed to my cheeks, grateful that the darkness concealed my blush. A soft huff escaped Dom's nose, a quiet chuckle, amused by my immediate erection. I focused on maintaining slow, steady breaths, still pretending to be lost in slumber. If I could manage to 'sleep' through this assault, perhaps I could avoid the shame of having to tell Ryan. I could continue as if it had never even happened.
Dominic's large hand withdrew from my boxers and began to caress my side with a firmness, as if trying to wake me. When I offered no resistance, he tightened his grip and rolled me onto my back, granting himself more access. I released a deep exhale as his hand moved slowly over my boxers, teasing my tented erection. He leaned in, his warm lips meeting mine. The sensation was unmistakable, the dominance of it very clearly not Ryan. It took every ounce of willpower not to respond to the kiss.
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