fellowshippers | Wanderlust: Back Part 3/?

Title: Wanderlust: Back Part 3/?
Author: Fairyspell
Pairing: VM/OB NC-17
Warnings: None
Archive: Carefully Kissed, Viggorously, Fellow_Shippers
Summary: A series focusing on different body parts of VM/OB
Disclaimer: Total fiction, it's only how Orlando's body looks in my own head.

Back

Once broken, a fall from grace left it's evidence in an uneven eight inch strip of mottled flesh. The sun kisses it opaquely and the trail shines silver against bronzed taunt skin. Just below, the slender indented connection between hips and torso is freckled gently from the sun's further laving. Two small dimpled hollows mark the end of his slim sculpted waist and the beginning of milky white mounds.

Unquivering gently thrusting globes are covered in a thin blanket of baby fine blonde hairs. The fleece turns to gooseflesh under Viggo's touch, squeezing the soft pliable tissue, pulling the younger man forward, deeper into himself. Each draw spreads the Y shaped juncture of the orbs, revealing a small pink rose, and the intervening virile muscles work to conceal it as he worms his cock, sinking into Viggo.

"Deeper...," the whispered word sends a shiver down Orlando's spine, his heart's core shuddered the moment the plea was released. Loving hands run warmth along the slightly protruding bones under soft thin skin. Feeling the small disks flowing into one another, a sole motion together, mimicking their own languid ebb and flow. " There...oh, fuck me there...," The slaving muscles covering his ribcage roll in tandem under the swooning of paint tinted fingers.

Orlando moves into his lover with slow bottomless thrusts and upward rolls. The sway of his shoulder blades is a synergy of each flexing grind and his weight held on his arms. "Love you...," The motion rhymes a caterpillars struggle to birth new wings, straining and arching, pressing against the resistance for freedom, yet unable to get out. "Come, baby...fly with me...,"
Broken enchanted moans escape them both, fluttering out in time with each throe embracing the delicious beginning of the end.