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Title: Homecoming, Sweet Greeting (2/?)
Pairing: EW/VM
Rating: NC-17
Discliamer: Don't know them, and if this is something that they've ever done then there is a Santa Claus, and he should bring me the video for Christmas.
They fall into each other’s arms as though the years that had separated them had never been. Viggo smells the same as he always had, and Elijah breaths deeply the scents of paint and sweat, and the lingering aroma of scotch and cloves. They’re both crying, their tears on each other’s faces and hands as they kiss in the doorway. Viggo takes him by the hand, pulling him inside, and shuts the door, closing out the world. Elijah sighs as the door closes, the weight that he has been carrying around with him lifting from his tired shoulders. He leans against Viggo, trying to press himself into the older man, trying to merge his flesh with his love’s, trying to remove the taint of the past three years by living in Viggo’s skin for a moment.
“Don’t cry, lover,” Viggo whispers, “You’re safe now.”
Elijah attacks him, crushing his lips to Viggo’s, and they stumble further into the house, landing on the stairs. A whimper escapes from Elijah’s lips as they split on Viggo’s teeth, but he will not pull away. He’s been waiting too long for this to let anything stop him, and fevered hands tug on Viggo’s clothing, fumbling at the zipper on Viggo’s pants. Viggo’s hands are on his, and pull them away, trying to slow him down in his frenzy. He tries to stand, but Elijah pushes him back down onto the stairs, and refuses to be denied as he yanks at Viggo’s jeans. With a sigh, full of a need of his own, Viggo gives in, and lets the blue-eyed boy do what he wants.
Elijah reaches into Viggo’s pants, relishing the hardness that he finds there. His fingers squeeze gently as he tugs Viggo’s pants down past his hips, and in a moment his lips are moving down over Viggo’s cock, and Viggo is moaning. He needs this, Elijah needs this more than he needs anything, and the electricity which shoots through him when Viggo arches his hips up to fill his mouth tingles along every nerve, setting them ablaze. He closes his eyes, dizzy with relief, and slowly begins to move his head, tongue teasing, lips working, to bring Viggo to climax.
But Viggo is insistent, and after a long moment he regains his resolve, and with iron fingers lifts Elijah’s chin, lifts him up to kiss him again.
“No?” Elijah whispers, licking his lips, tasting Viggo’s cock lingering there.
“Let me love you,” Viggo growls, his eyes boring into Elijah’s. “Please.”
Clothes fly, coming to rest on the foyer floor, on the upper stairs, on the knob of the steps themselves. Elijah finds himself with his face pressed into the dark blue carpet of the stairs, and Viggo is behind him, one hand around his waist to tease his aching erection. He gasps as one finger enters him, gently, slowly, moving with a tantalizing speed. He whimpers, pushing back, but Viggo is prepared for that, and moves with him, always setting the pace. always in control. A second finger joins the first, moving in time with the hand on his cock, and Elijah realizes after a long moment that he’s been whispering, pleading.
“Viggo, please Viggo, fuck me, love me, be in me, god Viggo, now, please --”
“Shh,” Viggo replies, and brushes his lips across the back of Elijah’s neck.
Finally Viggo gives in, unable to ignore the pleas of his own aching body. He sets himself, knees resting on the stairs, and gently thrusts forward, the tip of his cock pressed against Elijah, then inside him, moving oh so slowly forward, Elijah crying out, begging for more, but Viggo eases himself in, sucking air in through his teeth as he feels Elijah around him, this sensation that he’s been missing for so long. He means to go slowly, to let every thrust count, but as Elijah begins to arc back into him he looses control, and begins to thrust with urgency, deeper until he can go no deeper, and then they find the rhythm, the rhythm that they had always had, and it’s perfect, Elijah moaning and tossing his head, screaming little breaths that drive Viggo wild, and Viggo is thrusting harder, hips pumping, hand still moving in time on Elijah’s cock, and for a moment it’s beyond perfect, beyond anything that had ever been, and then Elijah is coming in his hand, and Viggo feels himself falling over the edge and the feeling wells up in him and then he’s deeper still, and they’re one once again --
“Elijah,” Viggo sighs, exploding inside of him, and falling to rest atop of him.
Elijah is crying again, and Viggo takes him into his arms, kissing away the tears.
“Oh, my love,” Viggo murmurs between kisses. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Viggo,” Elijah manages between sobs. “Please don’t ever let me leave again.”
“It’s a promise.”
Pairing: EW/VM
Rating: NC-17
Discliamer: Don't know them, and if this is something that they've ever done then there is a Santa Claus, and he should bring me the video for Christmas.
They fall into each other’s arms as though the years that had separated them had never been. Viggo smells the same as he always had, and Elijah breaths deeply the scents of paint and sweat, and the lingering aroma of scotch and cloves. They’re both crying, their tears on each other’s faces and hands as they kiss in the doorway. Viggo takes him by the hand, pulling him inside, and shuts the door, closing out the world. Elijah sighs as the door closes, the weight that he has been carrying around with him lifting from his tired shoulders. He leans against Viggo, trying to press himself into the older man, trying to merge his flesh with his love’s, trying to remove the taint of the past three years by living in Viggo’s skin for a moment.
“Don’t cry, lover,” Viggo whispers, “You’re safe now.”
Elijah attacks him, crushing his lips to Viggo’s, and they stumble further into the house, landing on the stairs. A whimper escapes from Elijah’s lips as they split on Viggo’s teeth, but he will not pull away. He’s been waiting too long for this to let anything stop him, and fevered hands tug on Viggo’s clothing, fumbling at the zipper on Viggo’s pants. Viggo’s hands are on his, and pull them away, trying to slow him down in his frenzy. He tries to stand, but Elijah pushes him back down onto the stairs, and refuses to be denied as he yanks at Viggo’s jeans. With a sigh, full of a need of his own, Viggo gives in, and lets the blue-eyed boy do what he wants.
Elijah reaches into Viggo’s pants, relishing the hardness that he finds there. His fingers squeeze gently as he tugs Viggo’s pants down past his hips, and in a moment his lips are moving down over Viggo’s cock, and Viggo is moaning. He needs this, Elijah needs this more than he needs anything, and the electricity which shoots through him when Viggo arches his hips up to fill his mouth tingles along every nerve, setting them ablaze. He closes his eyes, dizzy with relief, and slowly begins to move his head, tongue teasing, lips working, to bring Viggo to climax.
But Viggo is insistent, and after a long moment he regains his resolve, and with iron fingers lifts Elijah’s chin, lifts him up to kiss him again.
“No?” Elijah whispers, licking his lips, tasting Viggo’s cock lingering there.
“Let me love you,” Viggo growls, his eyes boring into Elijah’s. “Please.”
Clothes fly, coming to rest on the foyer floor, on the upper stairs, on the knob of the steps themselves. Elijah finds himself with his face pressed into the dark blue carpet of the stairs, and Viggo is behind him, one hand around his waist to tease his aching erection. He gasps as one finger enters him, gently, slowly, moving with a tantalizing speed. He whimpers, pushing back, but Viggo is prepared for that, and moves with him, always setting the pace. always in control. A second finger joins the first, moving in time with the hand on his cock, and Elijah realizes after a long moment that he’s been whispering, pleading.
“Viggo, please Viggo, fuck me, love me, be in me, god Viggo, now, please --”
“Shh,” Viggo replies, and brushes his lips across the back of Elijah’s neck.
Finally Viggo gives in, unable to ignore the pleas of his own aching body. He sets himself, knees resting on the stairs, and gently thrusts forward, the tip of his cock pressed against Elijah, then inside him, moving oh so slowly forward, Elijah crying out, begging for more, but Viggo eases himself in, sucking air in through his teeth as he feels Elijah around him, this sensation that he’s been missing for so long. He means to go slowly, to let every thrust count, but as Elijah begins to arc back into him he looses control, and begins to thrust with urgency, deeper until he can go no deeper, and then they find the rhythm, the rhythm that they had always had, and it’s perfect, Elijah moaning and tossing his head, screaming little breaths that drive Viggo wild, and Viggo is thrusting harder, hips pumping, hand still moving in time on Elijah’s cock, and for a moment it’s beyond perfect, beyond anything that had ever been, and then Elijah is coming in his hand, and Viggo feels himself falling over the edge and the feeling wells up in him and then he’s deeper still, and they’re one once again --
“Elijah,” Viggo sighs, exploding inside of him, and falling to rest atop of him.
Elijah is crying again, and Viggo takes him into his arms, kissing away the tears.
“Oh, my love,” Viggo murmurs between kisses. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Viggo,” Elijah manages between sobs. “Please don’t ever let me leave again.”
“It’s a promise.”
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