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Fic: Controlled 17/45
Title: Controlled (17/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series and this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, bondage, first-time sex
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Later in the evening of the party, Elijah and Viggo decide to explore.
A/N: Ahem. Look up at that rating. Yep.
Previous Chapters
When Elijah awoke, he furrowed his brow in confusion at the darkness, the room before him lit only by moonlight. Glancing around, he realised he was in the master bedroom of Viggo’s new house, in Viggo’s bed. Groaning, he remembered the hobbits still hanging around at midnight, Elijah sitting in the living room and slumping into Viggo’s shoulder. Neither he nor Viggo had had much to drink, but he hadn’t realised just how tired a week back to shooting had made him, and he figured he must have dozed off at some point and been carried back to Viggo’s room.
He smiled when he realised he was wearing only his boxers, clothing folded neatly on a chair in the corner. The clock next to the bed showed that it was a bit after one, and a quick listen told him that the party guests had finally left. So he and Viggo were alone then, and he had slept for an hour. He felt well rested, all right, but a stirring under his shorts reminded him that he still had no idea where Viggo was, and he wanted to find out, quite badly.
The house was mostly dark, and so it didn’t take Elijah long to follow the light out to the screened-in porch, where a cool night breeze had tempered the summer heat somewhat and about twenty tea candles cast a soft glow onto the cedar floorboards.
Viggo himself was draped across a chaise lounge, book held open in front of him, but he marked his place and set it gently on the ground when he saw Elijah, smiling softly. “Have a nice nap?” Viggo asked, and Elijah just smiled and nodded sleepily, reaching up to scratch the back of his head.
Viggo held out a hand, and Elijah was across the porch in no time, standing over Viggo expectantly, as if waiting for orders. Viggo’s smile did not fade, and he took Elijah’s fingers gently in his grasp, pressing his lips to the knuckles. He tugged gently, and Elijah sat to Viggo’s side on the lounge, leaning forwards slightly towards Viggo. He smiled when a hand slid up his back and stopped at the base of his neck, pulling him down slightly. “Lovely,” Viggo whispered against Elijah’s lips, engaging him in a passionate, but entirely unhurried kiss. Elijah moaned gently as Viggo continued to take his time, Elijah’s cock pressing insistently against his leg. Viggo just smiled against his lips, tightening his hand on Elijah’s neck and not changing his pace.
“How did you feel about tonight?” Viggo asked when he finally pulled back, breathing warm air against Elijah’s lips. Elijah sighed, his eyes slipping closed, and then realised an answer was expected.
“Oh, right. About the party?” Viggo nodded patiently, his thumb absently playing with the hair at Elijah’s nape. “I liked it. It was nice, being with you in front of people like that.”
“Yeah? It didn’t feel uncomfortable?” Viggo prodded gently, waiting for Elijah’s response before closing the distance between their lips.
“No, not really,” Elijah answered after considering a moment. “It felt good. You know that I love the guys, and I don’t really care if the crew knows. I mean, they’re professional. They can keep their mouths shut.”
“And if they don’t?” Viggo asked.
“Well then, we’ll deal with what happens. I’m not ashamed to be with you,” Elijah answered firmly, and Viggo smiled against his lips.
“That’s good to hear,” he admitted, kissing Elijah soundly again and finally pulling Elijah further forwards, coaxing him to lie atop Viggo’s body. Elijah let out a breathy sigh as the kiss became deeper, the new angle allowing a more thorough exploration of Elijah’s mouth, and Viggo’s fingernails raked gently up and down his back. They pulled away after a few minutes, breathing heavily, and Viggo met Elijah’s eyes steadily, lifting his chin with one hand before Elijah could rest his head on Viggo’s chest. “Elijah,” he whispered, his countenance serious. “What do you want to happen tonight?” he asked gently, stroking Elijah’s back.
“I… isn’t it obvious?” Elijah asked.
“I want you to tell me,” Viggo insisted.
“Well I want…” Elijah paused, for he did want to have sex with Viggo, but he honestly was more curious about what Viggo had planned for the evening. He had to have something planned; Elijah was sure of that. Viggo must have been thinking about this weekend as much as Elijah had; he was just better at hiding it. At least, Elijah hoped. “Honestly?” he asked, and Viggo nodded.
“Of course.”
“Well honestly, I want to know what you want to do to me more than I want something specific. I mean… I want to come,” he clarified with a shaky smile. “I haven’t all week, after all.” Viggo laughed and nodded, ruffling Elijah’s hair.
“You’ve earned that, I think,” Viggo agreed.
“But honestly, I’m just… you excite me, Vig. You decide, okay?” Viggo smiled, and nodded, and licked his lips, kissing Elijah gently before pulling back with an almost menacing look.
“You put a lot of trust in me, hobbit,” Viggo whispered, and Elijah just shrugged, for it was true. “So many things I could do to you…” Viggo’s murmuring trailed off as his lips travelled down Elijah’s jaw and neck to settle on his shoulder. “Lie back,” he ordered suddenly in a louder voice, as if coming to a decision himself. Elijah squeaked slightly when he was lifted by the hips and set down again, but rolled over obediently as Viggo sat up and took Elijah’s former position, leaving Elijah lying alone in the chaise. “Hmm… off with those,” he ordered, gesturing to Elijah’s boxers. Eagerly, Elijah slid them down his hips and tossed them unceremoniously to the porch by Viggo’s feet, prompting light laughter. “All right, Elijah. You trust me?” Elijah nodded quickly, and Viggo smiled, smoothing a hand over his forehead. “Good. We’re going to start simple, tonight,” he announced, pulling something from his back pocket.
He held the silk scarves clearly in front of Elijah as he unfurled them, and then gently lifted Elijah’s arms one by one, placing them carefully above his head, bent at the elbow in a position that was quite comfortable. He then tied them together and to the lounge underneath the cushion, so that Elijah could move his hands just slightly, but not very far. “That all right?” Viggo asked, and Elijah nodded, surprised by how comfortable he was. Viggo smiled and leaned in, kissing Elijah’s forehead. “Good. I think I’m going to enjoy this,” he mused, trailing a finger very lightly down one side of Elijah’s torso.
Elijah sucked in a breath when the nail brushed over his nipple, but then jerked and giggled as it traced his ribs very slowly, finally proceeding on to ghost over a hipbone and run down the inside of Elijah’s thigh. He blushed as his legs fell open slightly on instinct, feeling rather wanton, but Viggo just murmured in approval and continued down, getting another giggle when he passed the inside of Elijah’s knee and again at the arch of his foot. “I wonder if I could teach you not to react to that,” he mused, holding Elijah’s ankle as he traced the instep again, but after a couple of strokes he relented, switching course and swinging his leg up to straddle Elijah’s.
“Now Elijah,” Viggo mused, gently stroking the insides of Elijah’s thighs with his thumbs. “I was going to use the candles on you, but you know what? I don’t think I will, tonight. Tonight is about learning, and I think that may be too familiar to you.” Elijah shook his head in a futile attempt to get Viggo to relent, but he just smiled and placed the pad of his first finger on Elijah’s lip. “No, no wax tonight. Tonight we’re going to try something a little different. Tell me, Elijah, do you like being tied up like this?” Elijah just nodded again, sincere, eyes wide. “You don’t want to touch me, then?”
“I… I’m sorry,” Elijah mumbled quickly. “I do, I mean, if you want me to, untie me and…”
“No,” Viggo interrupted shortly. “I won’t untie you, and you will not touch me. You will let me to do you what I wish, Elijah. You will enjoy it. It’s quite simple, really. Can you do that?” Elijah nodded slowly, sighing as Viggo’s thumbs inched upwards just a bit, full of promise. “Now, you just lie back and enjoy the ride, hmm?”
Elijah inhaled slowly as Viggo slid downwards, his teeth grazing slowly along Elijah’s hipbone. The head of Elijah’s cock just brushed Viggo’s cheekbone, but he didn’t look put off at all. He just continued his assault, sucking at the peak of the bone and then nipping down sharply, causing Elijah to buck his hips without restraint, straight into Viggo’s large, firm hands. Elijah moaned when those hands held him down tightly, apparently expending little effort in a grip that was sure to bruise.
Viggo was very careful with Elijah’s neck, face, anything that might be on camera, but here, below the belt, he made no promises. Elijah gasped as sharp teeth made further indents to his skin, just to the left of the navel and on his side, which tickled and burned all at once as Viggo’s thumbs still dug into his flesh. His head tipped back when Viggo’s tongue dipped lazily into Elijah’s navel, and he gasped loudly when front teeth pulled carefully on a nipple. The razor’s edge between pain and pleasure did not go unnoticed by Elijah, who clearly felt the way Viggo skated that edge but did not dip too far to one side, pulling Elijah just to the very brink of longing.
The throbbing of his cock was an intense ache, but he knew there was nothing he could achieve by resisting, and so Elijah simply clenched and unclenched his hands over his head, tightened his muscles, and tried to maintain his tenuous grasp on reality. Viggo chuckled when a particular lick made Elijah jump beneath his hands, and bit experimentally at the pale flesh inside Elijah’s thigh. He spent quite a bit of time here, and Elijah groaned aloud when he risked a look down and found Viggo on his elbows, a pinch of fleshy thigh between his teeth, eyes glazed with a feral hunger, Elijah’s cock just touching his hair. The groan didn’t abate when Viggo sucked adamantly at the spot he had bitten, drawing blood to the surface of the skin, but he nearly cried with relief when Viggo’s lips closed almost daintily over the head of his cock.
They locked eyes as Viggo sucked playfully, refusing to go down more than an inch or two, drawing out Elijah’s orgasm that way. “I… oh God… Viggo… please…”
“Please what?” Viggo asked, his voice gravely with lust as Elijah’s cock still brushed his lips.
“Please…” And Elijah hesitated, for he had planned to ask Viggo to swallow him whole, but with that look that gleamed in Viggo’s eyes, that dark, intense hunger, Elijah realized he wanted more. Much, much more. “…make love to me, Vig, please. Fuck me, God, use me, I don’t care. Just take me.”
Viggo was practically snarling when he leapt forward, capturing Elijah’s lips almost desperately, his hands holding Elijah’s head in a vice grip. “You beg so beautifully,” Viggo whispered against his lips, and Elijah gasped, tried to lift his head for more but was thwarted. “Tell me something, Elijah. How much time do you think you need, after you come the first time, to get hard again?”
Elijah blushed deeply, not expecting to get two orgasms out of the night, and quickly calculated in his head. “Uh, at least ten, maybe fifteen minutes.”
Viggo nodded briskly and then, barely giving Elijah a chance to consider the situation at all, dipped his head back down and took Elijah’s erection deep into his throat. Elijah gasped, tried to buck his hips but was restrained again by Viggo’s hands, and settled for a deep moan as he felt Viggo’s nose brush his pubic hairs, taking Elijah’s length almost effortlessly. Elijah had worried, before, that he might not be quite big enough for his partners, for though his girth was impressive the length was quite average, however he now saw the advantage, gulping as he watched Viggo steadily work Elijah’s cock with his throat muscles. His head dropped back again after one quick look, for he knew he couldn’t hold out long and wanted to last as long as he possibly could for Viggo, didn’t want to disappoint him.
Viggo’s technique soon shifted, however, using the end of his strokes to suck quite a bit harder on the head of Elijah’s cock, his tongue aiding his movements. Elijah now found himself powerless to resist, coming violently with a high, keening cry. He finally looked downwards again at the height of his orgasm, and was rewarded by Viggo’s eyes locked on his own, greedily swallowing the liquid that slid down his throat.
When it was over, Elijah let his head drop back again, his neck muscles unable to lend much support, and took in deep breaths as he felt Viggo’s tongue gently swiping over him one last time. Viggo then slid slowly up Elijah’s body, supporting his weight on one elbow to Elijah’s side, and simply stroked his lover’s chest lightly with his fingers, leaning in for a slow, unhurried kiss.
“Do you… please, let me take care of you,” Elijah stuttered, and Viggo just smiled, shaking his head slowly.
“Not yet. That’s the thing about being young, Elijah. I wanted to give you the chance to come once before I fuck you,” Viggo admitted, and the vulgar phrase coming from Viggo’s lips made Elijah’s eyes go wide with want. “I knew if I didn’t do that, you wouldn’t be able to hold out. And I want you to, ‘Lij. I want to fuck you long…” Viggo bent down and delivered a kiss to Elijah’s swollen lips. “…and hard…” Another kiss, this time with a flick of tongue. “…and slow.” Elijah moaned as Viggo claimed his mouth fully, feeling the energy creep back into his limbs, and surrendered completely to the kiss. “Are you comfortable still?” Viggo asked politely when he pulled away, his hand still delivering absent caresses. Elijah nodded, for his arms felt a little light with lack of blood but not uncomfortable, really, and he didn’t mind being tied up when it was for Viggo. “Good. God, you’re lovely like this,’ Viggo commented, leaning in to feather a trail of light kisses down Elijah’s jaw. “I think I could kiss you forever,” he admitted solemnly, and Elijah silently agreed as his lips were recaptured, though he hoped that the never-ending kiss wouldn’t lessen the likelihood of his getting fucked tonight, for at the moment that event was rather top-priority.
Viggo laughed lightly to himself when Elijah began to groan into the kiss, and his fingers teasingly reached down and brushed Elijah’s cock, which was just beginning to reawaken a bare five minutes after his release. “You are an eager one,” Viggo spoke softly into Elijah’s hair, and Elijah didn’t disagree, for he really did want this. “You want me inside you?” he asked, almost casually, lips brushing Elijah’s collarbone.
“Yes,” Elijah whispered, head tipping back, savouring the feel of Viggo’s lips as they sucked lightly around the bone.
“You want me to take that from you? You want me to be the first one to take his pleasure inside of you?” Viggo continued, reaching down between Elijah’s legs but ignoring his cock, fingertips just ghosting over the crack of Elijah’s arse and damn if his legs didn’t fall open just a bit more of their own accord.
“Please,” Elijah whispered, a deep purr escaping as Viggo continued to absently fondle him, hand moving again to gently cup his bollocks.
“Do you want to come again, while I’m inside you? You want me to come in you, Elijah, mark you as my own?”
“Oh, God,” Elijah gasped, unable to answer, lost to the twin sensations of Viggo’s fingers just stroking the underside of his half-hard cock and the other hand now pinching and twisting his right nipple to the point of pain.
“Answer me, Elijah,” Viggo insisted, catching Elijah’s gaze and holding it with his own.
“I… yes…. please, Viggo. Yours. All yours. Please.”
Viggo smiled at Elijah’s wanton pleading, strung out in want despite having already reached his peak once this evening, his body and mind open to Viggo’s desires. He trailed his hand up Elijah’s leg, leaving the more sensitive bits for now, determined to show Elijah the many possible ways of deriving pleasure. Instead, he let that hand lay flat on Elijah’s stomach, grounding him. The fingernails of his other hand traced Elijah’s chest, grazing over the nipples, brushing over the sensitive skin under his arms and continuing upwards to again cup the back of Elijah’s neck. Elijah sighed gently at the familiar grasp, finding comfort in the gesture, and licked his lips, parted slightly, welcoming another long and searching kiss.
Elijah moaned as Viggo’s tongue danced intricately with his own, directing the kiss, clearly controlling Elijah’s own movements as his hand slid slowly from Elijah’s stomach and again reached into Viggo’s own back pocket.
“Elijah, sweetheart, I need you to stay relaxed for me, okay?” Viggo requested, sitting up a bit and withdrawing his hand from Elijah’s neck to again place it in a calming position on the younger man’s stomach. Elijah nodded, biting his lip and immediately feeling his muscles tense up as he watched Viggo flick the cap of a tube of lubricant open one-handed. Viggo just smiled, and leaned in, kissing Elijah’s chest, his abdomen, his navel. Elijah sighed at the onslaught, at Viggo’s other hand gently stroking his thighs, temporarily abandoning the tube, and he let his legs fall open again, willing the tension out of his muscles as Viggo coaxed him into that lazy pleasurable state.
Viggo sat up slowly, and Elijah opened his eyes to watch what would come next, his breath hitching as Viggo slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, finally peeling it away and giving Elijah a plane of naked skin to observe, even if he could not touch it yet. Viggo smiled at Elijah’s enthusiasm and reached up, gently caressing Elijah’s cheek with the silk fabric of the shirt and then briefly laying it across his face as Elijah instinctively breathed in Viggo’s own earthy scent.
“Another night, I want to blindfold you,” Viggo admitted, his voice low and rumbling, drawing out Elijah’s excitement with each syllable. “But not tonight,” he finished, tossing the shirt aside. “Tonight, I want you to see everything that happens to you. That I do to you,” he amended, leaning in for one last deep kiss, letting Elijah lose himself completely to Viggo’s control before he reached down again, stroking lightly at the entrance to Elijah’s body.
Elijah gasped when he felt the first squirt of a cool liquid against his skin, but let out the breath as Viggo rubbed two fingers together, warming the substance without withdrawing his touch. Viggo caught Elijah’s eyes again as he put the lubricant aside and replaced the hand on Elijah’s stomach, calming him as a single finger pushed insistently against the virgin hole.
Elijah’s breathing was erratic at the foreign touch. He had done this to himself before but his own fingers were not as large as Viggo’s and not nearly as long, he realised when a part of him that had never before been reached was brushed lightly with Viggo’s calloused fingertips. However, as he felt the gentle rubbing designed to stretch him out and open him for Viggo, he began to relax, watching the subtle rise and fall of Viggo’s bare chest and matching his own breathing to it.
Viggo smiled as a second lubed finger pressed in next to the first, and Elijah found he could not look away, despite the embarrassment he somehow expected he should feel. It didn’t feel shameful, though, even lying here with his legs wide open for Viggo and two fingers twisting carefully within his body, his arms tied over his head and powerless to resist. Not that he would have resisted, he realised, watching Viggo’s warm smile coupled with the intensity of his eyes.
“What are you thinking, little one?” Viggo asked, the hand on his stomach briefly leaving to stroke Elijah’s cheek
Elijah blushed, feeling more embarrassed by the idea of actually speaking during such an intimate act, but he knew Viggo expected honesty from him. “It’s… it’s kind of weird. I like it, but… I guess I shouldn’t, you know…” He paused, looked up.
Viggo was no longer smiling, his expression serious, though his fingers did not relent their pressure or stroking motion. “Why shouldn’t you like it, Elijah? Tell me.”
Elijah pursed his lips, writhed a little with his lower body under the intensity of Viggo’s gaze. Why did he have to talk about this now, when Elijah was at his most vulnerable? Of course, that was probably the whole point. “Well...” Elijah began. “I want you to fuck me, I do. I want you to make love to me. But this… I feel open, I feel exposed. You’re… watching me,” Elijah added, jerking again at a certain hard twist.
“You don’t want me to watch you?” Viggo clarified, not looking away.
“No I… oh, God! I… I do, Viggo. That’s the problem. I like it, I… I want to be under you, like this, I like letting you… ohhhh… do this to me,” he finished with a breathy moan, responding to Viggo’s fingers crooking deep inside him in a reward for his honesty.
Viggo smiled, evidently pleased with his response, pushing his fingers against that spot yet again. “Well then, my dear Elijah, I believe you have discovered the point. You have,” he whispered, lips brushing against the base of Elijah’s throat as his fingers curled ever so slowly, “no…” His free hand reached up to where Elijah’s wrists were bound, tugging them for emphasis as he pushed his tongue against the spot hard enough to keep Elijah from breathing for a second. “…control.” Elijah gasped, and Viggo worked another finger in alongside the two, wiggling all three to open Elijah up more than he thought humanly possible. “Like it?” Viggo asked, almost snarkily, and Elijah just gasped his response.
“Love it.”
Viggo grinned, taking his time, face only inches from Elijah as he watched Elijah’s pupils dilate and almost swallow the ever-present blue. “I wasn’t going to bother with three, you know,” he added, curling his fingers for emphasis. “It isn’t strictly necessary. But you look so good like this; I thought you might like to feel like this a little longer.” Elijah moaned again as Viggo kissed him, hungrily, and then pulled away, licking Elijah’s lips as he did. “Exposed, that is,” Viggo clarified in a whisper. “Open. Needy. Hungry. Are you hungry for me, Elijah?” Viggo rasped, and Elijah’s hips bucked madly against his fingers, this time held down by nothing save the restraints on his arms.
“Take me, Viggo. Please!” Elijah gasped, and Viggo growled, pouncing, engaging Elijah in a fervent kiss as he withdrew his hand and made short work of his belt and trousers. Elijah’s back arched into the touch when Viggo first lay against him, devoid of clothing, their naked bodies perfectly aligned. Viggo paused for a moment, considering, and then untied one wrist and handed Elijah the tube he had previously discarded.
“Get me ready,” he growled, thankful that they had both been checked out in California, for he had no desire to have anything separating his flesh from Elijah’s. Elijah, for his part, squeezed out the lube quite eagerly, coating Viggo’s cock and then delivering a few extraneous strokes for good measure. After a minute, though, Viggo stopped him with a firm grasp on Elijah’s wrist and re-tied him, tossing the lube to the side. He had thought about just letting Elijah suck him for a minute, but he wanted to draw this out as much as possible, and besides, a very hungry and dominant Viggo straddling his face would not do well for Elijah’s first lesson in blowjobs. That could wait.
“Christ,” Elijah breathed out, reverently, as Viggo tugged his knees up and back, kneeling between Elijah’s legs and positioning himself carefully. Elijah could feel the head of Viggo’s cock just nudging against his entrance, slick with lube, giving him time to get used to the idea before he locked eyes with Elijah and raised his brows as if asking permission. Elijah nodded, for God was he ever ready for this, and then as quick as a bolt of lightning Viggo was pushing inside, holding Eiljah’s legs steady and entering him with one broad stroke.
The sound Elijah made was somewhere between a gasp, a moan, and a scream. His breathing came heavily as his eyes squeezed shut, blocking out the intense tightness, the blossoming of pain around muscles that refused to yield to the hard length that was intruding among them. Viggo, for his part, remained steady for a moment, allowing Elijah to catch up, stroking his cheek and cooing in his ear.
“Elijah… baby… open your eyes for me. Look at me.”
Squeezing out the pain, Elijah did as he was asked, tears glistening in his eyes that he was powerless to stop. He caught Viggo’s gentle, loving gaze, and began to feel himself yield, just slightly, accepting the feeling of penetration as Viggo’s lips brushed his own. “Relax,” Viggo whispered, and Elijah found that he did, a little, moaning slightly as Viggo’s hand brushed his face, calming him. He leaned into the kiss that Viggo delivered, deeper this time, and found the tension starting to drain away as Viggo rocked, just slightly, inside him. Slowly, the pain began to ease, and Elijah was mentally assuaged by the idea that Viggo was finally, fully, inside his body. Elijah made the kiss more passionate, his own hips rocking up to meet Viggo’s, and apparently satisfied that Elijah was stretched out enough, Viggo pulled out halfway, slowly sliding back in again.
With Elijah’s moans as encouragement, Viggo continued at this pace for awhile, letting him get used to the extreme stretch. When he felt Elijah’s erection, which had wilted at the initial intrusion, growing hard between them again, he allowed himself to pull out further, manipulating Elijah’s legs with his hands to control the angle and finally, blissfully, rock against that sweet spot deep within Elijah.
“Oh God!” Elijah gasped, his back snapping into an arch as Viggo practically forced the words from his lips. “Viggo!” His hands clenched in their bindings as Viggo thrust into him a second time, not changing the angle now that he had found it, coaxing a litany of cries and curses from Elijah’s lips as their joint pleasure rose to a frenzied level. “More,” Elijah whispered, his eyes locked on Viggo’s, and Viggo delivered, moving faster, his own orgasm moments away. Elijah gasped as a hand reached between them and added to the friction achieved by the brush of Viggo’s abdomen against his cock. A few short strokes brought him quickly to completion as Viggo grabbed for his chin with the other hand, forcing Elijah to look him right in the eye as they both came.
It was nearly a minute before Viggo forced himself to move, sliding out, wincing at Elijah’s grimace but comforted by a sleepy smile as Viggo moved to untie his new lover and let himself be pulled into Elijah’s arms. “Jesus,” Elijah whispered. “Fuck me, that was amazing.”
Viggo snickered and rubbed his nose playfully against Elijah’s chest, a gleam in his eye. “Funny, I thought I just did.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, squeezing Viggo with weak arms as a series of prickles signalled their reawakening. “You’re going to be the death of me, old man,” he groaned, half-kidding, and Viggo just laughed, coaxing Elijah to his side to pull him into a comforting spoon.
“I hope not, little one. I plan to enjoy you for a little while longer,” he admitted, and Elijah just grinned, unseen, squeezing Viggo’s hand against his stomach.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series and this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, bondage, first-time sex
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Later in the evening of the party, Elijah and Viggo decide to explore.
A/N: Ahem. Look up at that rating. Yep.
Previous Chapters
When Elijah awoke, he furrowed his brow in confusion at the darkness, the room before him lit only by moonlight. Glancing around, he realised he was in the master bedroom of Viggo’s new house, in Viggo’s bed. Groaning, he remembered the hobbits still hanging around at midnight, Elijah sitting in the living room and slumping into Viggo’s shoulder. Neither he nor Viggo had had much to drink, but he hadn’t realised just how tired a week back to shooting had made him, and he figured he must have dozed off at some point and been carried back to Viggo’s room.
He smiled when he realised he was wearing only his boxers, clothing folded neatly on a chair in the corner. The clock next to the bed showed that it was a bit after one, and a quick listen told him that the party guests had finally left. So he and Viggo were alone then, and he had slept for an hour. He felt well rested, all right, but a stirring under his shorts reminded him that he still had no idea where Viggo was, and he wanted to find out, quite badly.
The house was mostly dark, and so it didn’t take Elijah long to follow the light out to the screened-in porch, where a cool night breeze had tempered the summer heat somewhat and about twenty tea candles cast a soft glow onto the cedar floorboards.
Viggo himself was draped across a chaise lounge, book held open in front of him, but he marked his place and set it gently on the ground when he saw Elijah, smiling softly. “Have a nice nap?” Viggo asked, and Elijah just smiled and nodded sleepily, reaching up to scratch the back of his head.
Viggo held out a hand, and Elijah was across the porch in no time, standing over Viggo expectantly, as if waiting for orders. Viggo’s smile did not fade, and he took Elijah’s fingers gently in his grasp, pressing his lips to the knuckles. He tugged gently, and Elijah sat to Viggo’s side on the lounge, leaning forwards slightly towards Viggo. He smiled when a hand slid up his back and stopped at the base of his neck, pulling him down slightly. “Lovely,” Viggo whispered against Elijah’s lips, engaging him in a passionate, but entirely unhurried kiss. Elijah moaned gently as Viggo continued to take his time, Elijah’s cock pressing insistently against his leg. Viggo just smiled against his lips, tightening his hand on Elijah’s neck and not changing his pace.
“How did you feel about tonight?” Viggo asked when he finally pulled back, breathing warm air against Elijah’s lips. Elijah sighed, his eyes slipping closed, and then realised an answer was expected.
“Oh, right. About the party?” Viggo nodded patiently, his thumb absently playing with the hair at Elijah’s nape. “I liked it. It was nice, being with you in front of people like that.”
“Yeah? It didn’t feel uncomfortable?” Viggo prodded gently, waiting for Elijah’s response before closing the distance between their lips.
“No, not really,” Elijah answered after considering a moment. “It felt good. You know that I love the guys, and I don’t really care if the crew knows. I mean, they’re professional. They can keep their mouths shut.”
“And if they don’t?” Viggo asked.
“Well then, we’ll deal with what happens. I’m not ashamed to be with you,” Elijah answered firmly, and Viggo smiled against his lips.
“That’s good to hear,” he admitted, kissing Elijah soundly again and finally pulling Elijah further forwards, coaxing him to lie atop Viggo’s body. Elijah let out a breathy sigh as the kiss became deeper, the new angle allowing a more thorough exploration of Elijah’s mouth, and Viggo’s fingernails raked gently up and down his back. They pulled away after a few minutes, breathing heavily, and Viggo met Elijah’s eyes steadily, lifting his chin with one hand before Elijah could rest his head on Viggo’s chest. “Elijah,” he whispered, his countenance serious. “What do you want to happen tonight?” he asked gently, stroking Elijah’s back.
“I… isn’t it obvious?” Elijah asked.
“I want you to tell me,” Viggo insisted.
“Well I want…” Elijah paused, for he did want to have sex with Viggo, but he honestly was more curious about what Viggo had planned for the evening. He had to have something planned; Elijah was sure of that. Viggo must have been thinking about this weekend as much as Elijah had; he was just better at hiding it. At least, Elijah hoped. “Honestly?” he asked, and Viggo nodded.
“Of course.”
“Well honestly, I want to know what you want to do to me more than I want something specific. I mean… I want to come,” he clarified with a shaky smile. “I haven’t all week, after all.” Viggo laughed and nodded, ruffling Elijah’s hair.
“You’ve earned that, I think,” Viggo agreed.
“But honestly, I’m just… you excite me, Vig. You decide, okay?” Viggo smiled, and nodded, and licked his lips, kissing Elijah gently before pulling back with an almost menacing look.
“You put a lot of trust in me, hobbit,” Viggo whispered, and Elijah just shrugged, for it was true. “So many things I could do to you…” Viggo’s murmuring trailed off as his lips travelled down Elijah’s jaw and neck to settle on his shoulder. “Lie back,” he ordered suddenly in a louder voice, as if coming to a decision himself. Elijah squeaked slightly when he was lifted by the hips and set down again, but rolled over obediently as Viggo sat up and took Elijah’s former position, leaving Elijah lying alone in the chaise. “Hmm… off with those,” he ordered, gesturing to Elijah’s boxers. Eagerly, Elijah slid them down his hips and tossed them unceremoniously to the porch by Viggo’s feet, prompting light laughter. “All right, Elijah. You trust me?” Elijah nodded quickly, and Viggo smiled, smoothing a hand over his forehead. “Good. We’re going to start simple, tonight,” he announced, pulling something from his back pocket.
He held the silk scarves clearly in front of Elijah as he unfurled them, and then gently lifted Elijah’s arms one by one, placing them carefully above his head, bent at the elbow in a position that was quite comfortable. He then tied them together and to the lounge underneath the cushion, so that Elijah could move his hands just slightly, but not very far. “That all right?” Viggo asked, and Elijah nodded, surprised by how comfortable he was. Viggo smiled and leaned in, kissing Elijah’s forehead. “Good. I think I’m going to enjoy this,” he mused, trailing a finger very lightly down one side of Elijah’s torso.
Elijah sucked in a breath when the nail brushed over his nipple, but then jerked and giggled as it traced his ribs very slowly, finally proceeding on to ghost over a hipbone and run down the inside of Elijah’s thigh. He blushed as his legs fell open slightly on instinct, feeling rather wanton, but Viggo just murmured in approval and continued down, getting another giggle when he passed the inside of Elijah’s knee and again at the arch of his foot. “I wonder if I could teach you not to react to that,” he mused, holding Elijah’s ankle as he traced the instep again, but after a couple of strokes he relented, switching course and swinging his leg up to straddle Elijah’s.
“Now Elijah,” Viggo mused, gently stroking the insides of Elijah’s thighs with his thumbs. “I was going to use the candles on you, but you know what? I don’t think I will, tonight. Tonight is about learning, and I think that may be too familiar to you.” Elijah shook his head in a futile attempt to get Viggo to relent, but he just smiled and placed the pad of his first finger on Elijah’s lip. “No, no wax tonight. Tonight we’re going to try something a little different. Tell me, Elijah, do you like being tied up like this?” Elijah just nodded again, sincere, eyes wide. “You don’t want to touch me, then?”
“I… I’m sorry,” Elijah mumbled quickly. “I do, I mean, if you want me to, untie me and…”
“No,” Viggo interrupted shortly. “I won’t untie you, and you will not touch me. You will let me to do you what I wish, Elijah. You will enjoy it. It’s quite simple, really. Can you do that?” Elijah nodded slowly, sighing as Viggo’s thumbs inched upwards just a bit, full of promise. “Now, you just lie back and enjoy the ride, hmm?”
Elijah inhaled slowly as Viggo slid downwards, his teeth grazing slowly along Elijah’s hipbone. The head of Elijah’s cock just brushed Viggo’s cheekbone, but he didn’t look put off at all. He just continued his assault, sucking at the peak of the bone and then nipping down sharply, causing Elijah to buck his hips without restraint, straight into Viggo’s large, firm hands. Elijah moaned when those hands held him down tightly, apparently expending little effort in a grip that was sure to bruise.
Viggo was very careful with Elijah’s neck, face, anything that might be on camera, but here, below the belt, he made no promises. Elijah gasped as sharp teeth made further indents to his skin, just to the left of the navel and on his side, which tickled and burned all at once as Viggo’s thumbs still dug into his flesh. His head tipped back when Viggo’s tongue dipped lazily into Elijah’s navel, and he gasped loudly when front teeth pulled carefully on a nipple. The razor’s edge between pain and pleasure did not go unnoticed by Elijah, who clearly felt the way Viggo skated that edge but did not dip too far to one side, pulling Elijah just to the very brink of longing.
The throbbing of his cock was an intense ache, but he knew there was nothing he could achieve by resisting, and so Elijah simply clenched and unclenched his hands over his head, tightened his muscles, and tried to maintain his tenuous grasp on reality. Viggo chuckled when a particular lick made Elijah jump beneath his hands, and bit experimentally at the pale flesh inside Elijah’s thigh. He spent quite a bit of time here, and Elijah groaned aloud when he risked a look down and found Viggo on his elbows, a pinch of fleshy thigh between his teeth, eyes glazed with a feral hunger, Elijah’s cock just touching his hair. The groan didn’t abate when Viggo sucked adamantly at the spot he had bitten, drawing blood to the surface of the skin, but he nearly cried with relief when Viggo’s lips closed almost daintily over the head of his cock.
They locked eyes as Viggo sucked playfully, refusing to go down more than an inch or two, drawing out Elijah’s orgasm that way. “I… oh God… Viggo… please…”
“Please what?” Viggo asked, his voice gravely with lust as Elijah’s cock still brushed his lips.
“Please…” And Elijah hesitated, for he had planned to ask Viggo to swallow him whole, but with that look that gleamed in Viggo’s eyes, that dark, intense hunger, Elijah realized he wanted more. Much, much more. “…make love to me, Vig, please. Fuck me, God, use me, I don’t care. Just take me.”
Viggo was practically snarling when he leapt forward, capturing Elijah’s lips almost desperately, his hands holding Elijah’s head in a vice grip. “You beg so beautifully,” Viggo whispered against his lips, and Elijah gasped, tried to lift his head for more but was thwarted. “Tell me something, Elijah. How much time do you think you need, after you come the first time, to get hard again?”
Elijah blushed deeply, not expecting to get two orgasms out of the night, and quickly calculated in his head. “Uh, at least ten, maybe fifteen minutes.”
Viggo nodded briskly and then, barely giving Elijah a chance to consider the situation at all, dipped his head back down and took Elijah’s erection deep into his throat. Elijah gasped, tried to buck his hips but was restrained again by Viggo’s hands, and settled for a deep moan as he felt Viggo’s nose brush his pubic hairs, taking Elijah’s length almost effortlessly. Elijah had worried, before, that he might not be quite big enough for his partners, for though his girth was impressive the length was quite average, however he now saw the advantage, gulping as he watched Viggo steadily work Elijah’s cock with his throat muscles. His head dropped back again after one quick look, for he knew he couldn’t hold out long and wanted to last as long as he possibly could for Viggo, didn’t want to disappoint him.
Viggo’s technique soon shifted, however, using the end of his strokes to suck quite a bit harder on the head of Elijah’s cock, his tongue aiding his movements. Elijah now found himself powerless to resist, coming violently with a high, keening cry. He finally looked downwards again at the height of his orgasm, and was rewarded by Viggo’s eyes locked on his own, greedily swallowing the liquid that slid down his throat.
When it was over, Elijah let his head drop back again, his neck muscles unable to lend much support, and took in deep breaths as he felt Viggo’s tongue gently swiping over him one last time. Viggo then slid slowly up Elijah’s body, supporting his weight on one elbow to Elijah’s side, and simply stroked his lover’s chest lightly with his fingers, leaning in for a slow, unhurried kiss.
“Do you… please, let me take care of you,” Elijah stuttered, and Viggo just smiled, shaking his head slowly.
“Not yet. That’s the thing about being young, Elijah. I wanted to give you the chance to come once before I fuck you,” Viggo admitted, and the vulgar phrase coming from Viggo’s lips made Elijah’s eyes go wide with want. “I knew if I didn’t do that, you wouldn’t be able to hold out. And I want you to, ‘Lij. I want to fuck you long…” Viggo bent down and delivered a kiss to Elijah’s swollen lips. “…and hard…” Another kiss, this time with a flick of tongue. “…and slow.” Elijah moaned as Viggo claimed his mouth fully, feeling the energy creep back into his limbs, and surrendered completely to the kiss. “Are you comfortable still?” Viggo asked politely when he pulled away, his hand still delivering absent caresses. Elijah nodded, for his arms felt a little light with lack of blood but not uncomfortable, really, and he didn’t mind being tied up when it was for Viggo. “Good. God, you’re lovely like this,’ Viggo commented, leaning in to feather a trail of light kisses down Elijah’s jaw. “I think I could kiss you forever,” he admitted solemnly, and Elijah silently agreed as his lips were recaptured, though he hoped that the never-ending kiss wouldn’t lessen the likelihood of his getting fucked tonight, for at the moment that event was rather top-priority.
Viggo laughed lightly to himself when Elijah began to groan into the kiss, and his fingers teasingly reached down and brushed Elijah’s cock, which was just beginning to reawaken a bare five minutes after his release. “You are an eager one,” Viggo spoke softly into Elijah’s hair, and Elijah didn’t disagree, for he really did want this. “You want me inside you?” he asked, almost casually, lips brushing Elijah’s collarbone.
“Yes,” Elijah whispered, head tipping back, savouring the feel of Viggo’s lips as they sucked lightly around the bone.
“You want me to take that from you? You want me to be the first one to take his pleasure inside of you?” Viggo continued, reaching down between Elijah’s legs but ignoring his cock, fingertips just ghosting over the crack of Elijah’s arse and damn if his legs didn’t fall open just a bit more of their own accord.
“Please,” Elijah whispered, a deep purr escaping as Viggo continued to absently fondle him, hand moving again to gently cup his bollocks.
“Do you want to come again, while I’m inside you? You want me to come in you, Elijah, mark you as my own?”
“Oh, God,” Elijah gasped, unable to answer, lost to the twin sensations of Viggo’s fingers just stroking the underside of his half-hard cock and the other hand now pinching and twisting his right nipple to the point of pain.
“Answer me, Elijah,” Viggo insisted, catching Elijah’s gaze and holding it with his own.
“I… yes…. please, Viggo. Yours. All yours. Please.”
Viggo smiled at Elijah’s wanton pleading, strung out in want despite having already reached his peak once this evening, his body and mind open to Viggo’s desires. He trailed his hand up Elijah’s leg, leaving the more sensitive bits for now, determined to show Elijah the many possible ways of deriving pleasure. Instead, he let that hand lay flat on Elijah’s stomach, grounding him. The fingernails of his other hand traced Elijah’s chest, grazing over the nipples, brushing over the sensitive skin under his arms and continuing upwards to again cup the back of Elijah’s neck. Elijah sighed gently at the familiar grasp, finding comfort in the gesture, and licked his lips, parted slightly, welcoming another long and searching kiss.
Elijah moaned as Viggo’s tongue danced intricately with his own, directing the kiss, clearly controlling Elijah’s own movements as his hand slid slowly from Elijah’s stomach and again reached into Viggo’s own back pocket.
“Elijah, sweetheart, I need you to stay relaxed for me, okay?” Viggo requested, sitting up a bit and withdrawing his hand from Elijah’s neck to again place it in a calming position on the younger man’s stomach. Elijah nodded, biting his lip and immediately feeling his muscles tense up as he watched Viggo flick the cap of a tube of lubricant open one-handed. Viggo just smiled, and leaned in, kissing Elijah’s chest, his abdomen, his navel. Elijah sighed at the onslaught, at Viggo’s other hand gently stroking his thighs, temporarily abandoning the tube, and he let his legs fall open again, willing the tension out of his muscles as Viggo coaxed him into that lazy pleasurable state.
Viggo sat up slowly, and Elijah opened his eyes to watch what would come next, his breath hitching as Viggo slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, finally peeling it away and giving Elijah a plane of naked skin to observe, even if he could not touch it yet. Viggo smiled at Elijah’s enthusiasm and reached up, gently caressing Elijah’s cheek with the silk fabric of the shirt and then briefly laying it across his face as Elijah instinctively breathed in Viggo’s own earthy scent.
“Another night, I want to blindfold you,” Viggo admitted, his voice low and rumbling, drawing out Elijah’s excitement with each syllable. “But not tonight,” he finished, tossing the shirt aside. “Tonight, I want you to see everything that happens to you. That I do to you,” he amended, leaning in for one last deep kiss, letting Elijah lose himself completely to Viggo’s control before he reached down again, stroking lightly at the entrance to Elijah’s body.
Elijah gasped when he felt the first squirt of a cool liquid against his skin, but let out the breath as Viggo rubbed two fingers together, warming the substance without withdrawing his touch. Viggo caught Elijah’s eyes again as he put the lubricant aside and replaced the hand on Elijah’s stomach, calming him as a single finger pushed insistently against the virgin hole.
Elijah’s breathing was erratic at the foreign touch. He had done this to himself before but his own fingers were not as large as Viggo’s and not nearly as long, he realised when a part of him that had never before been reached was brushed lightly with Viggo’s calloused fingertips. However, as he felt the gentle rubbing designed to stretch him out and open him for Viggo, he began to relax, watching the subtle rise and fall of Viggo’s bare chest and matching his own breathing to it.
Viggo smiled as a second lubed finger pressed in next to the first, and Elijah found he could not look away, despite the embarrassment he somehow expected he should feel. It didn’t feel shameful, though, even lying here with his legs wide open for Viggo and two fingers twisting carefully within his body, his arms tied over his head and powerless to resist. Not that he would have resisted, he realised, watching Viggo’s warm smile coupled with the intensity of his eyes.
“What are you thinking, little one?” Viggo asked, the hand on his stomach briefly leaving to stroke Elijah’s cheek
Elijah blushed, feeling more embarrassed by the idea of actually speaking during such an intimate act, but he knew Viggo expected honesty from him. “It’s… it’s kind of weird. I like it, but… I guess I shouldn’t, you know…” He paused, looked up.
Viggo was no longer smiling, his expression serious, though his fingers did not relent their pressure or stroking motion. “Why shouldn’t you like it, Elijah? Tell me.”
Elijah pursed his lips, writhed a little with his lower body under the intensity of Viggo’s gaze. Why did he have to talk about this now, when Elijah was at his most vulnerable? Of course, that was probably the whole point. “Well...” Elijah began. “I want you to fuck me, I do. I want you to make love to me. But this… I feel open, I feel exposed. You’re… watching me,” Elijah added, jerking again at a certain hard twist.
“You don’t want me to watch you?” Viggo clarified, not looking away.
“No I… oh, God! I… I do, Viggo. That’s the problem. I like it, I… I want to be under you, like this, I like letting you… ohhhh… do this to me,” he finished with a breathy moan, responding to Viggo’s fingers crooking deep inside him in a reward for his honesty.
Viggo smiled, evidently pleased with his response, pushing his fingers against that spot yet again. “Well then, my dear Elijah, I believe you have discovered the point. You have,” he whispered, lips brushing against the base of Elijah’s throat as his fingers curled ever so slowly, “no…” His free hand reached up to where Elijah’s wrists were bound, tugging them for emphasis as he pushed his tongue against the spot hard enough to keep Elijah from breathing for a second. “…control.” Elijah gasped, and Viggo worked another finger in alongside the two, wiggling all three to open Elijah up more than he thought humanly possible. “Like it?” Viggo asked, almost snarkily, and Elijah just gasped his response.
“Love it.”
Viggo grinned, taking his time, face only inches from Elijah as he watched Elijah’s pupils dilate and almost swallow the ever-present blue. “I wasn’t going to bother with three, you know,” he added, curling his fingers for emphasis. “It isn’t strictly necessary. But you look so good like this; I thought you might like to feel like this a little longer.” Elijah moaned again as Viggo kissed him, hungrily, and then pulled away, licking Elijah’s lips as he did. “Exposed, that is,” Viggo clarified in a whisper. “Open. Needy. Hungry. Are you hungry for me, Elijah?” Viggo rasped, and Elijah’s hips bucked madly against his fingers, this time held down by nothing save the restraints on his arms.
“Take me, Viggo. Please!” Elijah gasped, and Viggo growled, pouncing, engaging Elijah in a fervent kiss as he withdrew his hand and made short work of his belt and trousers. Elijah’s back arched into the touch when Viggo first lay against him, devoid of clothing, their naked bodies perfectly aligned. Viggo paused for a moment, considering, and then untied one wrist and handed Elijah the tube he had previously discarded.
“Get me ready,” he growled, thankful that they had both been checked out in California, for he had no desire to have anything separating his flesh from Elijah’s. Elijah, for his part, squeezed out the lube quite eagerly, coating Viggo’s cock and then delivering a few extraneous strokes for good measure. After a minute, though, Viggo stopped him with a firm grasp on Elijah’s wrist and re-tied him, tossing the lube to the side. He had thought about just letting Elijah suck him for a minute, but he wanted to draw this out as much as possible, and besides, a very hungry and dominant Viggo straddling his face would not do well for Elijah’s first lesson in blowjobs. That could wait.
“Christ,” Elijah breathed out, reverently, as Viggo tugged his knees up and back, kneeling between Elijah’s legs and positioning himself carefully. Elijah could feel the head of Viggo’s cock just nudging against his entrance, slick with lube, giving him time to get used to the idea before he locked eyes with Elijah and raised his brows as if asking permission. Elijah nodded, for God was he ever ready for this, and then as quick as a bolt of lightning Viggo was pushing inside, holding Eiljah’s legs steady and entering him with one broad stroke.
The sound Elijah made was somewhere between a gasp, a moan, and a scream. His breathing came heavily as his eyes squeezed shut, blocking out the intense tightness, the blossoming of pain around muscles that refused to yield to the hard length that was intruding among them. Viggo, for his part, remained steady for a moment, allowing Elijah to catch up, stroking his cheek and cooing in his ear.
“Elijah… baby… open your eyes for me. Look at me.”
Squeezing out the pain, Elijah did as he was asked, tears glistening in his eyes that he was powerless to stop. He caught Viggo’s gentle, loving gaze, and began to feel himself yield, just slightly, accepting the feeling of penetration as Viggo’s lips brushed his own. “Relax,” Viggo whispered, and Elijah found that he did, a little, moaning slightly as Viggo’s hand brushed his face, calming him. He leaned into the kiss that Viggo delivered, deeper this time, and found the tension starting to drain away as Viggo rocked, just slightly, inside him. Slowly, the pain began to ease, and Elijah was mentally assuaged by the idea that Viggo was finally, fully, inside his body. Elijah made the kiss more passionate, his own hips rocking up to meet Viggo’s, and apparently satisfied that Elijah was stretched out enough, Viggo pulled out halfway, slowly sliding back in again.
With Elijah’s moans as encouragement, Viggo continued at this pace for awhile, letting him get used to the extreme stretch. When he felt Elijah’s erection, which had wilted at the initial intrusion, growing hard between them again, he allowed himself to pull out further, manipulating Elijah’s legs with his hands to control the angle and finally, blissfully, rock against that sweet spot deep within Elijah.
“Oh God!” Elijah gasped, his back snapping into an arch as Viggo practically forced the words from his lips. “Viggo!” His hands clenched in their bindings as Viggo thrust into him a second time, not changing the angle now that he had found it, coaxing a litany of cries and curses from Elijah’s lips as their joint pleasure rose to a frenzied level. “More,” Elijah whispered, his eyes locked on Viggo’s, and Viggo delivered, moving faster, his own orgasm moments away. Elijah gasped as a hand reached between them and added to the friction achieved by the brush of Viggo’s abdomen against his cock. A few short strokes brought him quickly to completion as Viggo grabbed for his chin with the other hand, forcing Elijah to look him right in the eye as they both came.
It was nearly a minute before Viggo forced himself to move, sliding out, wincing at Elijah’s grimace but comforted by a sleepy smile as Viggo moved to untie his new lover and let himself be pulled into Elijah’s arms. “Jesus,” Elijah whispered. “Fuck me, that was amazing.”
Viggo snickered and rubbed his nose playfully against Elijah’s chest, a gleam in his eye. “Funny, I thought I just did.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, squeezing Viggo with weak arms as a series of prickles signalled their reawakening. “You’re going to be the death of me, old man,” he groaned, half-kidding, and Viggo just laughed, coaxing Elijah to his side to pull him into a comforting spoon.
“I hope not, little one. I plan to enjoy you for a little while longer,” he admitted, and Elijah just grinned, unseen, squeezing Viggo’s hand against his stomach.
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I'm a sucker for first-times. This one was really something to remember.
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And now that we've broken that barrier, on with the boysex!no subject