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fellowshippers2005-02-16 03:12 pm
Theories, NC-17 **SLASH** DM/OB/VM
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Viggo looked over at Dom over the top of the bowl. These theories that Orlando and Dom kept proposing were getting sillier and sillier… not to mention kinkier. Orli leaned on the table, snickering like a mad fiend, but Viggo simply seemed frozen where he sat. Dom pulled his best innocent face, and asked again.
“Well, don’t you agree, Vig?” Dom tried his best to hold back his own giggles, but the shocked look on Viggo’s face was just too much. He finally burst into laughter, collapsing against Orlando, and Orlando glanced at over at Viggo, whose eyes were now gleaming. Nudging Dom, Orli sniggered through his next words.
“Dom, love, I think we’ve angered our King. Perhaps we should beg forgiveness?” The spark of mischief that Dom so loved was bright in Orlando’s eyes, and Dom nodded subtly in response. Viggo, having snorted in amusement and turned his eyes back to his bowl, missed the exchanged look.
Hence why he was shocked to feel a warm tongue on his toe, shortly joined by one laving around his ankle. A low noise, sounding like a cross between a growl and a moan escaped Viggo, and he looked down at the young men attending his feet, his blue eyes even stormier than usual. Letting the spoon rest against the side of the bowl, he spoke his husky voice more seducing than the snake’s in Eden.
“Would you two like to test that little theory of yours?” Dom visibly shuddered at the tone in their lover’s voice; Orlando simply groaned, as Viggo’s voice took on a commanding tone, “Bed. Now. Naked.” Dom and Orli stumbled over one another in their haste to rise and comply, but Viggo just smirked. Grabbing up the large bowl and turning off the kitchen light, Viggo followed the boys, heading for their bedroom, where the hurried rustling and occasional wet noises let him know that his lovers were starting without him. Pushing the door gently with his free hand, Viggo observed with elevating desire the scene before him.
Orlando and Dom were kneeling on the oversized king bed, kissing and nipping at each other. Dom’s hands were buried in Orlando’s curls, long now in preparation for Troy, and Orlando’s hands roamed eagerly over and around Dom’s ass and hips. They were oblivious to their older partner, and Viggo was content with that – for the moment. Smiling to himself as the artist within him formed a plan, Viggo set the bowl quietly on the dresser, and shed his clothes in silence, never taking his eyes from the two lean, hard, enticingly entwined bodies on the bed. Dom was now tracing a soft path along Orlando’s neck, his tongue and lips leaving a hot, moist trail that glistened in the light of the candles Viggo had lit earlier in the evening.
Orlando’s head was thrown back, eyes closed in raptured enjoyment, his hands stilled on Dom’s hips. Viggo approached the bed stealthily, retrieving his bowl as he passed it, and stopped behind Orlando. Dom and Orlando, wrapped up in one another, remained oblivious. With a small, smug smile, Viggo dipped his index finger into the bowl, and painted a line along the trail Dom had left, following closely with his tongue. Viggo’s hand grasped Orlando’s waist lightly, rubbing slow circles over the sun tattoo on his belly while his hard-on nudged against the hollow of Orlando’s taut ass. Orlando moaned loudly with the unexpected but welcomed contact, and Dom’s eyes flew open as cheesecake-flavoured Viggo intercepted his tongue. Dom squirmed as Viggo opened his eyes, catching Dom like a fly in a web within his gaze, while swaying his hips against Orlando. When Viggo finally broke the kiss, Dom was panting from lack of breath, Orlando gasped from the intensity of it all, and Viggo snickered evilly. The older man climbed into the bed with his lovers, and rested the glass bowl full of cheesecake-flavoured pudding between them.
“Do you think pudding would make a good lube, Viggo?” Viggo’s voice perfectly matched Dom’s Mancunian accent. He paused before going on, this time in Orlando’s proper British lilt, “Yes, Vig, your opinion? It is for research, after all.” Viggo continued on in his own natural accent, while watching his boys squirm. “Well, mis amantes, lets find out.” Viggo watched Orlando shudder; Viggo speaking Spanish did it to him every time.
Without waiting for an answer, Viggo dipped the fingers of one hand into the bowl before him, and spread the cool concoction across Orlando’s collarbone. Dom didn’t wait to see if Viggo intended to remove it himself. Leaning in and running this tongue through the pudding, Dom purred at the new taste – Orli-flavoured cheesecake. Delicious. Dom hissed when he felt Viggo smear some of the pudding along his shoulder, and then felt him close his mouth around the sensitive skin, lapping the treat away slowly. Panting, Dom threw his head back, tearing himself away from Orlando’s skin. Viggo grinned around Dom, but his lips did not stop part from the crook of Dom’s neck, and Orlando seized the opportunity to move around until he was seated behind Viggo. He scooped a handful of the sticky pudding from the bowl, and Orlando spread the cream-coloured dessert over Viggo’s back messily. Then Orlando slid against Viggo, coating them both in the pudding. At the same time, Orlando proceeded to nip along Viggo’s ear, successfully freeing Dom from the older man as Viggo drew in a sharp breath. Dom wasted no time in scooping his own handful from the bowl and smearing Viggo’s cock in it, sliding his hand along the hot length as Viggo moaned between the two younger men. Senses on overload, Viggo lost himself in the touch and feel of slippery skin and caressing hands. Dom’s hand slid slowly over his pudding-coated cock, and his mouth closed warm and sticky over Viggo’s pebbled nipple, drawing a loud call from the older man.
Orlando decided to use the moment to drag pudding-coated fingers over Viggo’s ass cleft, provoking a jump from the older man as Orlando pushed into him slightly. In return, the new sensations prompted a new need in Viggo, and Dom found himself suddenly grasped by the hips and flipped over onto his stomach beneath a now-growling Viggo. Vig, having no patience any longer for careful painting and playing with the pudding, sloshed a copious amount onto Dom’s ass and the bed. Dom gasped at the cool sensation of the thick dessert slicking over his skin and between his asscheeks. He cried out in pleasure as Viggo slipped a finger into him with practiced ease. Dom grasped the sheets and squirmed when Viggo expertly curled his finger within Dom, stroking his sweet spot, and making stars sparkle behind Dom’s closed eyelids.
Orlando grinned full on, seeing Viggo lose control, and pressed his finger into his lover again, nearly purring when Viggo bucked against him roughly. Orlando, picking up on his lover’s mood, quickly added another finger, scissoring his fingers and stretching Viggo to prepare him. Viggo liked rough, but not unprepared, that was all Dom. Viggo’s moaned words were almost too soft for Orlando to hear.
“Now, Orli. Fuck me now.” Orlando didn’t have to be told twice. As Viggo went down on all fours and leaned over to tongue Dom’s crevice, Orlando coated his cock in pudding, and rubbed a generous dollop into Viggo as well, before slowly breaching him. Orlando hissed in relish as the swollen head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, sinking easily into Viggo’s familiar heat, inch by slow inch. Almost a full minute later, Orlando was completely sheathed in Viggo, and he began to move, setting a leisurely pace that he knew would make Viggo go insane.
Dom could tell the moment Orlando entered Viggo. The older man, who had been thoroughly rimming him, suddenly shoved two fingers into Dom, who nearly screamed in bliss. Viggo caught his hip to hold him still, and Dom frantically wriggled for something, any kind of friction, but Viggo’s iron grip held him still. Finally, as Viggo added a third finger after only a few strokes, Dom called to Orli.
“Bloody hell, Orlando. Fuck him already, so he’ll stop teasing me!” Viggo growled again, and Dom shuddered and moaned wantonly as Viggo finger-fucked him harder at his words. Dom heard something that he assumed to be an affirmative grunt from Orlando, and then Viggo pulled his hand away from Dom’s rump altogether, his attention absorbed in what the man behind him was doing as Orlando picked up a little bit of speed.
Dom decided that Orli needed more attention, and he slipped up and around until his arm could reach Orlando’s delectable ass. Dipping once again into the slippery dessert, he brought his pudding-covered hand over Orlando’s hole, and began to ease a finger into him. This drew an arousing, lust-filled groan from Orlando that was erotic all in it’s own. Stroking in time with Orli’s thrusts into Viggo, Dom slowly worked his way up to three fingers, and then dropped back to two, curling his fingers to hit Orlando’s sweet spot, making him to change the angle and to pound in Viggo with more frenetic movements, his hands clawing Viggo’s ribs. Dom pulled his fingers away as Orlando changed angle and began fucking Viggo in earnest, because he didn’t want Orli to come in Viggo; he wanted Orlando to fuck him too tonight. Dom moved under Viggo, and twirled his tongue around the head of Viggo’s cock.
Viggo saw bright light flash before his eyes, when Orli’s thrusts gained speed, suddenly hitting his prostate with every fast stroke. Viggo whimpered a bit as Orlando slid his hands over the traces of pudding on Viggo’s hips to get better leverage. His whimpers, however, were cut short by Dom’s mouth closing around his weeping, dessert-covered cock. Viggo yelled, a wordless cry as the orgasm built quickly and intense, his whole body shook as burning heat mingled and spread from both his ass and cock.
Moments later, as Dom’s tongue slid down his shaft in opposition to Orlando’s pulling back, Viggo screamed both their names in a jumbled mantra as he came, spilling into Dom’s greedy mouth, and nearly taking Orlando with him over the edge. Dom scooted out from beneath Viggo as his arms gave out, and the older man collapsed onto the bed, panting, and watched Orlando and Dom attack each other like two magnets brought too close together. Viggo’s body, tingling in pleasure already, grew even warmer at the sight before him. It was rare that Viggo came first, so he cherished these moments of watching Dom and Orlando.
Orlando, always the dominant one when there were just the two of them, plundered Dom’s mouth in a brutal kiss. He was wound up tight, and needed to come, and Dom needed to be fucked. Hard. Dom moaned into Orlando’s mouth, and his hand groped blindly, finally finding the nearly empty pudding bowl and scraping a handful up. Reaching between them, Dom grasped Orlando’s already engorged cock in both hands, the pudding making a soft slurping noise as he slid Orlando’s shaft between his hands. Moments later, Orlando wordlessly broke the kiss, and looked hard at Dom with dark, predatory eyes. Dom only nodded, and Orlando manhandled him to his back, moving over him with rapid but sure movements. Pulling Dom’s ass roughly into his lap, Orlando plunged into Dom, sinking to the hilt in one swift, hard stroke. Dom’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he called out Orli’s name, along with a few fucks, bloody hells and other incoherent curses. Orlando set a brutal pace at once. The mattress underneath them undulated as Orlando fucked him in abandon, revelling in each thrust.
While watching them, Viggo had recovered, and he moved quietly behind Orli. Hard once again, and wanting a piece of the action, Viggo began moving. Waiting a few moments for the boys to enjoy themselves, Viggo set about gathering up the last of the most useful pudding, and spread it on himself, and then onto Orlando’s entrance. Orli moaned at the contact, and Viggo caught his hips on his next backstroke, and slipped himself into Orlando, ignoring the protesting whine from Dom. Orlando whimpered, throwing his head back on Viggo’s shoulder, as Viggo slowly sunk into him. Then he moved forward, forcing Orlando back into Dom. Viggo whispering in his ear, the gravely voice just reaching Dom’s hearing pushed Orli over the edge of coherency.
“Now, Orli, love. Should I fuck you slow, like you did to me, or fuck you through Dominic, like he wants me to?” Viggo began to rock slowly, slightly, just enough to shift Orlando within Dom. He heard both boys moan before he continued, in the same deep tone; “I think I should fuck you through him. That’s what he wants, and what you want too, don’t you?”
Orlando’s whimper was answer enough, and Viggo began moving in earnest, quickly building to a fast, hard pace. Every time he slammed forward, Orlando, caught helpless between the two men, pushed roughly into Dom, and the change in angle meant that Orlando’s cock stroked Dom’s prostate every time. Dom cried out with each stroke, knowing he wasn’t going to last. Viggo’s hand curled around Dom’s cock, and began stroking him at the same pace he was fucking Orlando. Orlando, lost to the sensations and eyes shut, felt Dom begin to tighten around him, and began a low keening of Viggo and Dom’s names as the pressure built. Viggo in turn felt Orlando tighten, and changed his angle to better hit the bundle of nerves deep within Orlando, his free hand pinching Orlando’s dusky nipple. The room was quickly becoming noisy, with the moans, groans, and whimpers of three men rebounding from the walls.
Dom walked the edge of his orgasm; he teetered precariously, and fell, the wave of sensation crashing over him like a tidal wave. He screamed incoherently, spilling himself, warm and sticky, over Viggo’s hand and his and Orlando’s stomachs. His release triggered a chain reaction. Orlando, so very close to his own, could not hold back any longer when Dom clamped around him. He cried out both his lovers’ names as he emptied himself into Dom, the rhythmic contractions of Dom around him milking everything from him. Viggo, both watching and feeling the others’ orgasms, let loose, and filled Orlando, biting down on the exquisite cheesecake-flavoured juncture of the neck before him as he moaned. The three men slowed to a stop, panting, sticky and sated. Disentangling themselves, they collapsed into a warm heap, and lay quiet for a time, until Dom finally spoke.
“Well, that theory is officially answered. Pudding does indeed make a good lube.” They laughed, and Orlando finally made for the shower, dodging in vain Dom’s slaps to his butt, as he followed, and Viggo meandered after his playful and sated lovers. As he reached the bathroom door, Viggo looked back at the bed wistfully. The silk sheets were ruined, but thank goodness, they had put the liner on the mattress long ago.
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Guh, I will never look at cheesecake in the same way again! *Melts like an icecube*
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I will never think of pudding in the same way now...
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I think I'll have to play with this pairing again....
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