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fairyspell.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-06-21 09:13 am
Wanderlust: Part 2/?
Title: Wanderlust-Hands, Part 2/?
Author: Fairyspell
Pairing: VM/OB NC-17
Summary: A series focusing on different body parts of VM/OB
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure Viggo still has his hands, thats about the only thing I can attempt to claim as being true.
Archive: Viggorously, Carefully Kissed, Fellow_Shippers
Feedback: Would love some!
A/N: No manip for this chapter, sorry. It just wasn't pulling together and I didn't want to wait to post this chapter.
Hands
His ruffling hand slows the rhythmic strokes almost to a dead stop. The cock enveloped in it's grip urgently wants release, twitching in retaliation at the loss of friction, missing the gliding touches of the familiar calloused fingers. Long digits are varied and irregular, the fingerprints worn from chemicals and uniformed to firm practiced holds on brushes. Patiently, the thick skin begins to move again, easing the pressure from the captive squeeze under the swollen scarlet head.
"You are so fucking hot like this...," Orlando's voice floats weightless over the older man. He lifts Viggo's clenched hand from the sheets and curls his lips around the middle finger, wrapping his tameless tongue around the wide tip. He feels the cracked cuticle against the soft underside of his dewy muscle and firmly sucks the rest of the length into warm wetness.
Dark longing eyes are enslaved to the sight of his lover, writhing helpless under his own motions. The younger man rubs his thumbs into the palm of the hand in his mouth. Massaging the arm's extension in small circles and tenderly flowing over an abrasion in the fleshy center. His tongue traces over the smooth webbed skin at the base of the swaddled finger before releasing it and dropping the octave in his enpassioned words. "I love watching you...,"
He laid long swipes of the pink elasticity from Viggo's outer wrist to the top of every finger, passing over small scars and crinkled knuckles. Feeling the texture of the heated skin change from flat and arid into smooth silk. The moist trails left delicate blonde hairs matted against the mellowed angles of his hands. "I could come just looking at you...,"
The weathered ring molded to Viggo's pointer finger casts beams of green light onto his stomach, the emerald mounted in silver reflects the gem's light with the upward passes of his gratifying twisting grasp. "Orli, ...wet me...," Viggo panted out, his voice was erratic matching the pace of his fist. Orlando moved and drew in only the scarlet crown, leeching it for a moment, feeling the older man's manipulations vibrating into his mouth. Viggo cried out at the rush of the sudden pull of wet heat, and his spasmodic jerks were brushing against the seal of the younger man around his cock. When the cry faded, Orlando anointed his lover. He merged his element with the rhythm against his lips and raised his face soliciting pale blue eyes.
Tendons below the skin of the fit hand begin to ache with the revolutions of the wrist. Strong slender fingers wrapped around hardness begged to weaken from the constant motion. "Let me savor you...," Satisfaction was a breath away, the rough thumb began tightening against the erupting power. "I need to taste your soul...," Orlando's warm flicking tongue added itself to the blissful euphoria.
When the enchanting felicity was over the artist's martyred hand lay across his belly. It's absolution was a ray of green mixed with one uncaptured thread of pale translucent white.
~TBC~
Author: Fairyspell
Pairing: VM/OB NC-17
Summary: A series focusing on different body parts of VM/OB
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure Viggo still has his hands, thats about the only thing I can attempt to claim as being true.
Archive: Viggorously, Carefully Kissed, Fellow_Shippers
Feedback: Would love some!
A/N: No manip for this chapter, sorry. It just wasn't pulling together and I didn't want to wait to post this chapter.
Hands
His ruffling hand slows the rhythmic strokes almost to a dead stop. The cock enveloped in it's grip urgently wants release, twitching in retaliation at the loss of friction, missing the gliding touches of the familiar calloused fingers. Long digits are varied and irregular, the fingerprints worn from chemicals and uniformed to firm practiced holds on brushes. Patiently, the thick skin begins to move again, easing the pressure from the captive squeeze under the swollen scarlet head.
"You are so fucking hot like this...," Orlando's voice floats weightless over the older man. He lifts Viggo's clenched hand from the sheets and curls his lips around the middle finger, wrapping his tameless tongue around the wide tip. He feels the cracked cuticle against the soft underside of his dewy muscle and firmly sucks the rest of the length into warm wetness.
Dark longing eyes are enslaved to the sight of his lover, writhing helpless under his own motions. The younger man rubs his thumbs into the palm of the hand in his mouth. Massaging the arm's extension in small circles and tenderly flowing over an abrasion in the fleshy center. His tongue traces over the smooth webbed skin at the base of the swaddled finger before releasing it and dropping the octave in his enpassioned words. "I love watching you...,"
He laid long swipes of the pink elasticity from Viggo's outer wrist to the top of every finger, passing over small scars and crinkled knuckles. Feeling the texture of the heated skin change from flat and arid into smooth silk. The moist trails left delicate blonde hairs matted against the mellowed angles of his hands. "I could come just looking at you...,"
The weathered ring molded to Viggo's pointer finger casts beams of green light onto his stomach, the emerald mounted in silver reflects the gem's light with the upward passes of his gratifying twisting grasp. "Orli, ...wet me...," Viggo panted out, his voice was erratic matching the pace of his fist. Orlando moved and drew in only the scarlet crown, leeching it for a moment, feeling the older man's manipulations vibrating into his mouth. Viggo cried out at the rush of the sudden pull of wet heat, and his spasmodic jerks were brushing against the seal of the younger man around his cock. When the cry faded, Orlando anointed his lover. He merged his element with the rhythm against his lips and raised his face soliciting pale blue eyes.
Tendons below the skin of the fit hand begin to ache with the revolutions of the wrist. Strong slender fingers wrapped around hardness begged to weaken from the constant motion. "Let me savor you...," Satisfaction was a breath away, the rough thumb began tightening against the erupting power. "I need to taste your soul...," Orlando's warm flicking tongue added itself to the blissful euphoria.
When the enchanting felicity was over the artist's martyred hand lay across his belly. It's absolution was a ray of green mixed with one uncaptured thread of pale translucent white.
~TBC~