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Fic: The Breakfast Club
Please, enjoy. Let me know what you think.
Series: Fancies
Title: The Breakfast Club 2/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: Vig/Orli
Rating: NC17
Summary: Breakfast in style.
Warnings: Inappropriate use of food.
Genre: RPS
Feedback: is why I will crosspost the hell out of this.
Archive: My LJ www.livejournal.com/~nimlothriel/, Aniron, OEAM, Mirrormere, others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the incomparable.
Disclaimer: As far as I know neither of these men have done any such thing nor am I saying they would. Although I for one would love to watch.
AN: There are four pieces in this series, which is only by virtue of them being written in a similar style and containing the same pairing. All parts can be read in any order or individually as you wish. They are: Topping and The Breakfast Club (Snow Day and Master Stroke-coming soon!) .
Orlando stretches his arms above his head and yawns loudly as he enters the kitchen. "That smells great, Vig. What are you cooking?"
"Pancakes." Viggo loves this sleep tousled boy.
"Oh, a special breakfast for my first morning home?" Orli rests his elbows on the counter.
"Yep."
"I hope I didn't wake you last night. I know it was pretty late when I got in." Too late to make love, something that Orlando means to remedy, soon.
"It doesn't matter, I'm just happy to have you back home again.” Viggo is never happier than when he has this man at home and within reach. “ What would you like to top your pancakes with?"
"I fancy…You," Orli replies saucily as he saunters over to Viggo, and plants his lips firmly upon his lover's. Viggo responds energetically while wrapping his arms around and running his hands down Orli's bare back and under the waistband of his trainers. Orlando feels himself stir as Viggo's arousal becomes apparent. Noticing a jar of strawberry jam on the counter, he removes the lid and dips his finger in. Taking some of the sticky substance, he smears it on Vig's lips. "Hmmm, that looks nice."
Viggo follows the lead and dips his own finger into whipped cream and decorates Orli's lips also. With small smiles they share the flavours, tongues flicking across lips, only pausing when all traces are gone. Orlando is not surprised when Vig pushes his trainers down to his knees but he is a bit shocked at being lifted onto the counter. Viggo grins like a kid with a new toy and reaches for the peanut butter from the pantry, takes about a teaspoon of it and deposits it on Orli's cock, spreading it out as if he is icing a cake.
When the art work is finished, he presents his fingers to be sucked until the peanut butter is gone. Orli is hard with anticipation: it takes so long to eat it off Vig’s fingers that he can only imagine how long it is going to take to get the substantially larger amount off his hard shaft. Viggo licks, at first little kitten licks as the flesh beneath is revealed. Continuing with purpose, because the taste of cock is what he really wants. And it takes an excruciating eight minutes. Orli knows this from glancing at the microwave clock. When it's done, he feels like he's about to burst, Vig never gave enough suction or steady rhythm to make him come, just little licks and sucks designed to keep him on edge, and build the tension.
He climbs off the bench and pulls Viggo's T-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. Taking honey from a handy jar with the tip of his finger, he paints a line across the already delicious collar bone; another dip in, and soon nipples are covered too. It is sticky, of course, and the hairs catch and pull. Viggo gasps at the sting, but Orli relieves the pain by laving them with his tongue, salacious slurping sounds accompany the swipes as they follow a honeyed trail.
Orlando removes Viggo's jeans, 'Now it's my turn,' Orlando thinks.
"Mmm, Nutella." Orlando says.
Viggo chuckles as the chocolate spread is removed from the cupboard, the young man does something the manufacturers never intended, he lavishes his lover's shaft with a decadent coating. On his knees in front of Viggo, mouth covered in chocolate and full of throbbing flesh, the sight is one of pure debauchery. Viggo's best response is a moan. The look on his lover's face and the insistent throbbing combine to alert Orli to the impending release. Viggo is on the brink, the almost cruel side of Orlando is about to show, he doesn't want to come alone.
Next on the shopping list is the maple syrup. Vig watches wide-eyed as he retrieves it. "Turn around and spread." Orlando did not intend the pun but smiles to himself at it's appropriateness. Vig can't get there quick enough now that he knows what's about to happen. Orlando tips the bottle to let a thin stream of the syrup drip onto a bare lower back, which jumps as the cool liquid hits his skin. It quickly warms as it runs into the cleft of his ass. Orli follows the line with his finger until he feels Vig's opening and swirls around, covering his fingers with the sticky sweetness. Suddenly Orli drops to his knees again placing the bottle on the floor and spreading the cheeks in front of him as he licks at the dark skin.
"Just had to get a taste of that." His lover is unusually enigmatic; Viggo doesn't know if he means the maple or his hole. It no longer matters because there is now more syrup and a finger inside him and soon two fingers and even more syrup. Vig pushes back, needing more friction and fullness.
"You ready so soon? You're such a slut for me when I've got my fingers in your ass. Aren't you Vig?" Thrusting his hand forward, just enough to draw another moan from his prone lover.
"Just fuckin' get in there before I scream and the whole neighbourhood wonders what you're doing to me." Always one to obey his elders, Orli coats his rigid cock with syrup and enters Viggo in a single steady stroke. And Viggo screams, with pleasure. Orli pulls out and adds more lubrication, pushes back in and this time Vig groans in ecstacy. Holding hips Orli tilts his own, hitting the magic spot. This time Viggo gasps, a few serious strokes of Orli’s hand and he is peaking, cum spattering the cupboard door. A growl deep in Orlando's chest signals another climax. Now they're both gripping the counter for aid.
Orlando pants into Vig's ear moments later. "Welcome to the breakfast club."
"Huh?"
"You know, like the mile high club? Only sweeter."
End
October '04
Series: Fancies
Title: The Breakfast Club 2/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: Vig/Orli
Rating: NC17
Summary: Breakfast in style.
Warnings: Inappropriate use of food.
Genre: RPS
Feedback: is why I will crosspost the hell out of this.
Archive: My LJ www.livejournal.com/~nimlothriel/, Aniron, OEAM, Mirrormere, others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the incomparable.
Disclaimer: As far as I know neither of these men have done any such thing nor am I saying they would. Although I for one would love to watch.
AN: There are four pieces in this series, which is only by virtue of them being written in a similar style and containing the same pairing. All parts can be read in any order or individually as you wish. They are: Topping and The Breakfast Club (Snow Day and Master Stroke-coming soon!) .
Orlando stretches his arms above his head and yawns loudly as he enters the kitchen. "That smells great, Vig. What are you cooking?"
"Pancakes." Viggo loves this sleep tousled boy.
"Oh, a special breakfast for my first morning home?" Orli rests his elbows on the counter.
"Yep."
"I hope I didn't wake you last night. I know it was pretty late when I got in." Too late to make love, something that Orlando means to remedy, soon.
"It doesn't matter, I'm just happy to have you back home again.” Viggo is never happier than when he has this man at home and within reach. “ What would you like to top your pancakes with?"
"I fancy…You," Orli replies saucily as he saunters over to Viggo, and plants his lips firmly upon his lover's. Viggo responds energetically while wrapping his arms around and running his hands down Orli's bare back and under the waistband of his trainers. Orlando feels himself stir as Viggo's arousal becomes apparent. Noticing a jar of strawberry jam on the counter, he removes the lid and dips his finger in. Taking some of the sticky substance, he smears it on Vig's lips. "Hmmm, that looks nice."
Viggo follows the lead and dips his own finger into whipped cream and decorates Orli's lips also. With small smiles they share the flavours, tongues flicking across lips, only pausing when all traces are gone. Orlando is not surprised when Vig pushes his trainers down to his knees but he is a bit shocked at being lifted onto the counter. Viggo grins like a kid with a new toy and reaches for the peanut butter from the pantry, takes about a teaspoon of it and deposits it on Orli's cock, spreading it out as if he is icing a cake.
When the art work is finished, he presents his fingers to be sucked until the peanut butter is gone. Orli is hard with anticipation: it takes so long to eat it off Vig’s fingers that he can only imagine how long it is going to take to get the substantially larger amount off his hard shaft. Viggo licks, at first little kitten licks as the flesh beneath is revealed. Continuing with purpose, because the taste of cock is what he really wants. And it takes an excruciating eight minutes. Orli knows this from glancing at the microwave clock. When it's done, he feels like he's about to burst, Vig never gave enough suction or steady rhythm to make him come, just little licks and sucks designed to keep him on edge, and build the tension.
He climbs off the bench and pulls Viggo's T-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. Taking honey from a handy jar with the tip of his finger, he paints a line across the already delicious collar bone; another dip in, and soon nipples are covered too. It is sticky, of course, and the hairs catch and pull. Viggo gasps at the sting, but Orli relieves the pain by laving them with his tongue, salacious slurping sounds accompany the swipes as they follow a honeyed trail.
Orlando removes Viggo's jeans, 'Now it's my turn,' Orlando thinks.
"Mmm, Nutella." Orlando says.
Viggo chuckles as the chocolate spread is removed from the cupboard, the young man does something the manufacturers never intended, he lavishes his lover's shaft with a decadent coating. On his knees in front of Viggo, mouth covered in chocolate and full of throbbing flesh, the sight is one of pure debauchery. Viggo's best response is a moan. The look on his lover's face and the insistent throbbing combine to alert Orli to the impending release. Viggo is on the brink, the almost cruel side of Orlando is about to show, he doesn't want to come alone.
Next on the shopping list is the maple syrup. Vig watches wide-eyed as he retrieves it. "Turn around and spread." Orlando did not intend the pun but smiles to himself at it's appropriateness. Vig can't get there quick enough now that he knows what's about to happen. Orlando tips the bottle to let a thin stream of the syrup drip onto a bare lower back, which jumps as the cool liquid hits his skin. It quickly warms as it runs into the cleft of his ass. Orli follows the line with his finger until he feels Vig's opening and swirls around, covering his fingers with the sticky sweetness. Suddenly Orli drops to his knees again placing the bottle on the floor and spreading the cheeks in front of him as he licks at the dark skin.
"Just had to get a taste of that." His lover is unusually enigmatic; Viggo doesn't know if he means the maple or his hole. It no longer matters because there is now more syrup and a finger inside him and soon two fingers and even more syrup. Vig pushes back, needing more friction and fullness.
"You ready so soon? You're such a slut for me when I've got my fingers in your ass. Aren't you Vig?" Thrusting his hand forward, just enough to draw another moan from his prone lover.
"Just fuckin' get in there before I scream and the whole neighbourhood wonders what you're doing to me." Always one to obey his elders, Orli coats his rigid cock with syrup and enters Viggo in a single steady stroke. And Viggo screams, with pleasure. Orli pulls out and adds more lubrication, pushes back in and this time Vig groans in ecstacy. Holding hips Orli tilts his own, hitting the magic spot. This time Viggo gasps, a few serious strokes of Orli’s hand and he is peaking, cum spattering the cupboard door. A growl deep in Orlando's chest signals another climax. Now they're both gripping the counter for aid.
Orlando pants into Vig's ear moments later. "Welcome to the breakfast club."
"Huh?"
"You know, like the mile high club? Only sweeter."
End
October '04