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Title: It wasn’t supposed to be like this 14/15
Title: It wasn’t supposed to be like this 14/15
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: uh... O.o;;;
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, though I wish I did. I just made this up. ~_~
A/N: *giggles* Okay,bohemespirit, maybe I CAN write smut... maybe...
Feedback: Would be nice, yes. ^.^;
Viggo tossed restlessly. He flung his arm out next to him. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he thought he just hit Orlando. He then frowned. The bed next to him was cold. Groggy, he sat up and looked around the dark room.
He climbed out of bed and flicked on the lights. After blinking a few times he surveyed the room again. The only thing he noticed was that one of Orlando’s suitcases was missing. He swore and hastily threw some clothes on. He had some phone calls to make.
Orlando sighed as he flopped across his bed. It had been almost a year since he was last here. He hadn’t even talked to his family since just before his birthday. Ah, yes...his birthday. He wondered why no one had yet brought that up. No one had told him what his birthday was, even after he told them he couldn’t remember. Now he knew why he couldn’t.
No one said anything about what happened that day. Why had no one remembered his birthday? The more the thought about it, the more depressed he grew. He knew why he had done what he did. The sadness was nearly unbearable.
But Viggo had shown up. He remembered that now. He had wished him a happy birthday and told him he loved him. So what HAD happened?
He heard six soft taps on his door. That was his and Sam’s secret knock. If it went unanswered she would leave him alone until he sought her out. He smiled. They’d done this since they were small children. He reached over and tapped on the wall three times, his signal for her to enter.
She slipped in and sat on the edge of the bed, just looking at him. “So...”
He looked over at her and smiled faintly. “Yeah...”
She leaned over and gave him a hug, which he returned tightly. “They told us not to go see you yet. They wanted to give you time to remember on your own. If you hadn’t by your birthday we would have-” She broke off, eyes wide at the mention of his birthday.
When she said it, Orlando hung his head and stared at his hands. “I have to know, Sam. No one has said a word. I have to know.”
Sam sighed and stretched out of Orlando’s bed. “It was going to be a joke.”
Orlando stretched out next to her. “A joke.”
“Mm-hmm. Everyone was going to go out of their way to ignore you on your birthday and then have this monstrous party the next day. Mum and I were actually at the airport to fly over when we received the call.”
“Was... was everyone in on it?” He tried to keep his eyes from watering. Who was the biggest idiot here? His friends for pulling a stupid stunt like that, knowing how he is? Or rather how he was. He didn’t mind being alone now. Or was the biggest fool himself, for thinking his best mates and his own family had forgotten his birthday?
Sam tapped her lip in thought. “Yes everyone knew, but not everyone was in on it. Viggo said it was a downright stupid idea. He said no matter what the reason no one deserved to be alone on their birthday. He had special plans to go see you that evening. It’s a good thing he did.”
“I’m sorry about that, Sam. I really am. I don’t know why I got as upset as I did.”
“It all ended well though didn’t it? You and Viggo are finally together in the way I always knew you should have been and everyone’s happy right? You’ve got your memory back and you’re home for the first time in a year. Which makes me ask why you asked Mum if you could stay for a month? Do you really plan on staying away that long?”
Orlando sighed. “How can I face them all now? How can I face him knowing how I screwed him over all those times? I’m just not good enough for him.”
“Don’t you dare go thinking thoughts like that! From what I’ve heard you’ve more than made up for anything you’ve done to him! By leaving him now, you’ll just prove that nothing has changed, that you haven’t changed. We both know you have.”
Orlando just closed his eyes and sighed.
“Is that why you really came back? Because you’re running away from Viggo?” When her brother started to protest she sat up and glared at him. “Does he even know you’re here?”
“Not exactly,” he mumbled.
“Viggo’s a smart man. He’ll figure out where you are. You can’t hide from him here.”
“I’m not exactly hiding! I’m just not good enough for him!”
“Why don’t you let him be the judge of that?! All this time you’ve done things because you thought it was “best for Viggo.” Just admit that you’re afraid and let him help!”
“Like I can just waltz back in there like nothing happened, like everything is just peachy! I may be an actor, but doubt I can hide that from him!”
Sam smiled faintly and caressed Orlando’s cheek. “Then don’t. Tell him everything then. No matter what you do, you can’t run from him forever. The longer you sit here, the more he’s going to worry. Don’t worry about Mum and me. We’re still going to be here no matter what. Viggo may not. He’s only human, Orlando. He can only take so much.”
Orlando sat up and faced his sister. “Oh, Sam, what if he doesn’t want me back? What if I’ve ruined what we’ve had.”
She leaned forward and kissed Orlando’s forehead gently. “There’s no way he could not take you back. He loves you.”
Orlando smiled faintly. “That he does. Thank you, Sam.”
She smiled. “All better?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now go back to him.”
The setting sun cast eerie shadows across the room. A solitary figure sat hunched on the sofa. Pale gray eyes stared forward, unfocused.
He’d tried everyone. No one had seen Orlando recently and the man had been gone for a week. He’d looked everywhere but found no trace of his lover. He’d thought about drinking himself into oblivion, but remembered the last time he’d done that.
Now he just sat there, fingering the note Orlando had left. He didn’t have to read it anymore. The words were embedded on his mind:
“Viggo,
I just remembered something I have to do. I’ll come back when I’m able.
Orlando”
And that was it. Where had he gone? He’d even called Sam that morning, having run out of places to try. Sam told him Orlando wasn’t there, but she was sure he was all right. That didn’t make Viggo feel any better. Orlando may be all right, but he wasn’t. How can a man be all right when the other half of his being disappears without a trace?
The sound of the doorbell broke through to his distressed mind. He glanced at the clock and frowned. Who in heaven’s name would stop by at 4 AM? He stood slowly and walked to the door.
The door felt incredibly heavy and it seemed like ages before he managed to get it opened. He stared at the black shoe in front of him. His brow creased. His eyes slid slowly upward, growing wide as he recognized the form before him. His mouth hung open a bit as he stared into wide, liquid brown eyes.
“Orlando? What-?”
Words ceased to fall from his lips when Orlando leaned forward and gently kissed him. Viggo soon found himself falling deeper into the lips pressed against to his. He felt Orlando walk them backwards into the house. He vaguely heard the door slam shut.
A questing tongue ran over his lips. He parted them, unable to bite back his whimper as Orlando’s tongue swept inside. He gasped into the hot mouth as he was pressed against the wall. He encircled his arms around Orlando’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding their groins together.
Orlando broke the kiss in favor of tossing his head back and moaning. “God, Viggo...”
Viggo leaned his head against the wall, panting. He still ground their pelvises together. “Have you... finished what you needed to do?”
“Fuck no! I just finally ahhh figured it out. Need you, Vig.” He began unfastening Viggo’s jeans.
Viggo stilled the roaming hands and forced Orlando to take a few steps back. Orlando looked into his eyes questioningly. “I need to know something. Is that all you want from me? Is this all you want?”
The lust in Orlando’s eyes was apparent. “Want it, yes... But I also want you. I want to be with you. Always. I want to be able to wake up beside you and never have to leave. My place is with you and no where else. If we just happen to have mind-blowing sex in the mean time, so be it. If we never do again, that’s something I’ll have to live with. I love you.”
Viggo growled. “The time for talk is over, elf boy. You want me? Let me give myself to you.” He reached forward and pulled Orlando flush against him. “You, my love, are about to see what mind-blowing sex really is.”
Viggo crushed their mouths together and plundered Orlando’s mouth when it opened eagerly for him. He turned and pinned his lover to the wall, grinding their covered erections together. He pulled Orlando’s shirt over his head and deftly undid his jeans.
Orlando desperately kicked off his shoes and toed his socks off. He then clawed at Viggo’s shirt again. Viggo chuckled and helped the younger man undress him. He hissed as their naked bodies slid against each other. He kissed down Orlando’s jaw and neck. He bit Orlando’s neck hard enough to draw blood. Orlando cried out as Viggo ran his tongue soothingly over the wound.
“Mine,” he growled.
Orlando just held on to Viggo’s shoulders, panting. “Gods, yes. Yours. Always.”
Viggo ran a hand down the taunt torso of his lover, gently caressing a nipple on his way down. Orlando tired to press harder against the hand, but Viggo ceased his movements.
“Ah ah, love. You’re mine; you play by my rules. Do not move.” With that he stepped away and watched Orlando struggle to regain control. It looked like he could barely support himself against the wall. Viggo moaned. “Do you know how incredibly hot you look? Panting, clawing the wall, cock dripping, eyes half closed... “
“Viggo please..”
“Please what?” He stepped closer to his lover and placed a chaste kiss to his lips, careful not to touch him anywhere else.
“Please....just...fuck me...” Orlando’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, jaw clenched.
“Hm... we’ll see.”
Orlando couldn’t hear Viggo anymore, yet he knew him to be close. He dared not open his eyes in fear the man had gone. He felt a puff of air on his abdomen and shivered. He cried out as a hot tongue traced the underside of his straining erection. His nails dug into his palms in an effort to keep from grabbing Viggo’s head.
Viggo smiled to himself when Orlando yelped. He then busied himself with the throbbing cock in front of him. He swiped his tongue over the steadily weeping head and moaned. “You are the most intoxicating favor in the world," he whispered before engulfing half of Orlando’s cock.
A scream ripped from Orlando’s lips. His lover had one skilled mouth. Nowhere else had he felt such an intense pleasure, not even when he was buried deep within his love. His bucked into the tight heat involuntarily. Viggo just gripped his hips harder. He was going to have some lovely bruises there tomorrow, not that he cared at all at this point.
Viggo bobbed his head a few times increasing the suction each time he slid down. One hand snaked down and fondled Orlando’s heavy sacs. He relished the fact that he was reducing his lover into a writhing pile of need. He relaxed his throat and took the hard length all the way in. He nuzzled the nest of dark curls at the base.
“Viggo.. can’t last much longer...”
He looked up into the dark eyes above him. He winked once and began to bob his head in earnest. When he felt Orlando’s balls tighten he completely pulled away, grinning when his lover whimpered.
He stood back and studied his work. Orlando looked like he was going to fall over at any moment. Blood trickled out of his palms where his nails had broken the skin. His cock was almost purple and leaking heavily. A drop of sweat slid over the taunt muscles of Orlando’s chest. His head was tossed back, eyes closed, jaw slack as he gasped for breath.
Viggo silently took Orlando’s hands in his and led him to the bedroom.
“Viggo?”
He looked up at the soft whisper in time to see Orlando launch at him, knocking them both onto the bed. After a bit of wiggling, Viggo had the younger man pinned to the bed.
“Bad elf, “ he whispered before claiming the kiss reddened lips below him.
Orlando moaned and spread his legs. Viggo quickly settled himself between them. Without breaking from the kiss, Viggo reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He fumbled a bit with the cap before squirting some of the contents in his hand. He sat up and gazed down at his panting elf. He could easily have sat there all night just watching had the ache between his legs not urged him into action.
Viggo ran one lube-covered finger up and down the cleft of Orlando’s ass. He pressed his finger against Orlando’s opening lightly. At the breathy moan in response to his ministrations, he pressed the finger in to the first knuckled. Orlando bucked, impaling himself of the intruding finger.
Viggo just held it still for a moment. When his love began to squirm with impatience. He began to move the finger around a little before sliding it out. More lube was applied and the finger thrust back into the tight heat swiftly. Viggo plunged his finger in and out several times before adding another finger. He repeated the process, scissoring the two fingers.
“Viggo, hurry!”
“I will NOT hurt you.”
The seriousness behind those words caused Orlando to open his eyes. The love and tenderness he saw in those deep blue eyes above him caused his own eyes to water. “I know, love. I know that now. Please, just love me.”
“I do,” Viggo whispered huskily. He withdrew his fingers and spread lube over his cock. Orlando watched his every move, licking his lips.
Viggo leaned forward and claimed Orlando’s lips once again as he pushed the tip of his cock into the willing form below him. Both men moaned as Viggo slowly worked his way inside.
Once fully inside he just rested there. Orlando squirmed and writhed, clawing at Viggo’s back in a desperate attempt to get the man to move.
Viggo looked into the lust filled eyes in front of his. Wordlessly, he slid almost all the way out and thrust back in forcefully. Orlando threw is head back and cried out, digging his nails into Viggo’s forearms.
Viggo continued his thrusts, angling to brush against Orlando’s prostrate with each pass. The only sounds that could be heard were Viggo’s grunts, Orlando’s moans, and the slaps of two sweaty bodies colliding.
Orlando arched off the bed when a hand snaked between the two bodies and wrapped around his pre come drenched cock. After a few strokes he managed to pant “Viggo.... so close *gasp* can’t last... Fuck! More!”
Viggo thrust in harder. “Let go, love.”
Needing no encouragement, Orlando let out a throaty moan as he spilled his seed over his stomach and Viggo’s hand.
Viggo grunted as Orlando’s body clamped down on his. He managed only a few more jerky thrusts before he lost himself in his love. He slumped down on Orlando, panting. He sighed as arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
After a few moments, when they began to catch their breaths, Viggo started to pull out. Orlando held the man tighter. “Don’t. Just stay like this.”
“But what about-”
Orlando reached over and pulled a pillowcase off its pillow. Viggo shifted so Orlando could clean himself off. He tossed the case to the floor and pulled Viggo back down. He caressed the face above his. “I love you.”
Viggo smiled and tenderly kissed waiting lips. “Orlando... this isn’t comfortable.”
Orlando sighed, but relented. They maneuvered themselves so Viggo was behind Orlando. He slid back into the younger man easily. Orlando sighed contentedly and drifted off into sleep. Viggo smiled into the damp curls as he too drifted off.
TBC
*cuddles Viggo* So there. ^.~
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: uh... O.o;;;
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, though I wish I did. I just made this up. ~_~
A/N: *giggles* Okay,
bohemespirit, maybe I CAN write smut... maybe...Feedback: Would be nice, yes. ^.^;
Viggo tossed restlessly. He flung his arm out next to him. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he thought he just hit Orlando. He then frowned. The bed next to him was cold. Groggy, he sat up and looked around the dark room.
He climbed out of bed and flicked on the lights. After blinking a few times he surveyed the room again. The only thing he noticed was that one of Orlando’s suitcases was missing. He swore and hastily threw some clothes on. He had some phone calls to make.
Orlando sighed as he flopped across his bed. It had been almost a year since he was last here. He hadn’t even talked to his family since just before his birthday. Ah, yes...his birthday. He wondered why no one had yet brought that up. No one had told him what his birthday was, even after he told them he couldn’t remember. Now he knew why he couldn’t.
No one said anything about what happened that day. Why had no one remembered his birthday? The more the thought about it, the more depressed he grew. He knew why he had done what he did. The sadness was nearly unbearable.
But Viggo had shown up. He remembered that now. He had wished him a happy birthday and told him he loved him. So what HAD happened?
He heard six soft taps on his door. That was his and Sam’s secret knock. If it went unanswered she would leave him alone until he sought her out. He smiled. They’d done this since they were small children. He reached over and tapped on the wall three times, his signal for her to enter.
She slipped in and sat on the edge of the bed, just looking at him. “So...”
He looked over at her and smiled faintly. “Yeah...”
She leaned over and gave him a hug, which he returned tightly. “They told us not to go see you yet. They wanted to give you time to remember on your own. If you hadn’t by your birthday we would have-” She broke off, eyes wide at the mention of his birthday.
When she said it, Orlando hung his head and stared at his hands. “I have to know, Sam. No one has said a word. I have to know.”
Sam sighed and stretched out of Orlando’s bed. “It was going to be a joke.”
Orlando stretched out next to her. “A joke.”
“Mm-hmm. Everyone was going to go out of their way to ignore you on your birthday and then have this monstrous party the next day. Mum and I were actually at the airport to fly over when we received the call.”
“Was... was everyone in on it?” He tried to keep his eyes from watering. Who was the biggest idiot here? His friends for pulling a stupid stunt like that, knowing how he is? Or rather how he was. He didn’t mind being alone now. Or was the biggest fool himself, for thinking his best mates and his own family had forgotten his birthday?
Sam tapped her lip in thought. “Yes everyone knew, but not everyone was in on it. Viggo said it was a downright stupid idea. He said no matter what the reason no one deserved to be alone on their birthday. He had special plans to go see you that evening. It’s a good thing he did.”
“I’m sorry about that, Sam. I really am. I don’t know why I got as upset as I did.”
“It all ended well though didn’t it? You and Viggo are finally together in the way I always knew you should have been and everyone’s happy right? You’ve got your memory back and you’re home for the first time in a year. Which makes me ask why you asked Mum if you could stay for a month? Do you really plan on staying away that long?”
Orlando sighed. “How can I face them all now? How can I face him knowing how I screwed him over all those times? I’m just not good enough for him.”
“Don’t you dare go thinking thoughts like that! From what I’ve heard you’ve more than made up for anything you’ve done to him! By leaving him now, you’ll just prove that nothing has changed, that you haven’t changed. We both know you have.”
Orlando just closed his eyes and sighed.
“Is that why you really came back? Because you’re running away from Viggo?” When her brother started to protest she sat up and glared at him. “Does he even know you’re here?”
“Not exactly,” he mumbled.
“Viggo’s a smart man. He’ll figure out where you are. You can’t hide from him here.”
“I’m not exactly hiding! I’m just not good enough for him!”
“Why don’t you let him be the judge of that?! All this time you’ve done things because you thought it was “best for Viggo.” Just admit that you’re afraid and let him help!”
“Like I can just waltz back in there like nothing happened, like everything is just peachy! I may be an actor, but doubt I can hide that from him!”
Sam smiled faintly and caressed Orlando’s cheek. “Then don’t. Tell him everything then. No matter what you do, you can’t run from him forever. The longer you sit here, the more he’s going to worry. Don’t worry about Mum and me. We’re still going to be here no matter what. Viggo may not. He’s only human, Orlando. He can only take so much.”
Orlando sat up and faced his sister. “Oh, Sam, what if he doesn’t want me back? What if I’ve ruined what we’ve had.”
She leaned forward and kissed Orlando’s forehead gently. “There’s no way he could not take you back. He loves you.”
Orlando smiled faintly. “That he does. Thank you, Sam.”
She smiled. “All better?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now go back to him.”
The setting sun cast eerie shadows across the room. A solitary figure sat hunched on the sofa. Pale gray eyes stared forward, unfocused.
He’d tried everyone. No one had seen Orlando recently and the man had been gone for a week. He’d looked everywhere but found no trace of his lover. He’d thought about drinking himself into oblivion, but remembered the last time he’d done that.
Now he just sat there, fingering the note Orlando had left. He didn’t have to read it anymore. The words were embedded on his mind:
“Viggo,
I just remembered something I have to do. I’ll come back when I’m able.
Orlando”
And that was it. Where had he gone? He’d even called Sam that morning, having run out of places to try. Sam told him Orlando wasn’t there, but she was sure he was all right. That didn’t make Viggo feel any better. Orlando may be all right, but he wasn’t. How can a man be all right when the other half of his being disappears without a trace?
The sound of the doorbell broke through to his distressed mind. He glanced at the clock and frowned. Who in heaven’s name would stop by at 4 AM? He stood slowly and walked to the door.
The door felt incredibly heavy and it seemed like ages before he managed to get it opened. He stared at the black shoe in front of him. His brow creased. His eyes slid slowly upward, growing wide as he recognized the form before him. His mouth hung open a bit as he stared into wide, liquid brown eyes.
“Orlando? What-?”
Words ceased to fall from his lips when Orlando leaned forward and gently kissed him. Viggo soon found himself falling deeper into the lips pressed against to his. He felt Orlando walk them backwards into the house. He vaguely heard the door slam shut.
A questing tongue ran over his lips. He parted them, unable to bite back his whimper as Orlando’s tongue swept inside. He gasped into the hot mouth as he was pressed against the wall. He encircled his arms around Orlando’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding their groins together.
Orlando broke the kiss in favor of tossing his head back and moaning. “God, Viggo...”
Viggo leaned his head against the wall, panting. He still ground their pelvises together. “Have you... finished what you needed to do?”
“Fuck no! I just finally ahhh figured it out. Need you, Vig.” He began unfastening Viggo’s jeans.
Viggo stilled the roaming hands and forced Orlando to take a few steps back. Orlando looked into his eyes questioningly. “I need to know something. Is that all you want from me? Is this all you want?”
The lust in Orlando’s eyes was apparent. “Want it, yes... But I also want you. I want to be with you. Always. I want to be able to wake up beside you and never have to leave. My place is with you and no where else. If we just happen to have mind-blowing sex in the mean time, so be it. If we never do again, that’s something I’ll have to live with. I love you.”
Viggo growled. “The time for talk is over, elf boy. You want me? Let me give myself to you.” He reached forward and pulled Orlando flush against him. “You, my love, are about to see what mind-blowing sex really is.”
Viggo crushed their mouths together and plundered Orlando’s mouth when it opened eagerly for him. He turned and pinned his lover to the wall, grinding their covered erections together. He pulled Orlando’s shirt over his head and deftly undid his jeans.
Orlando desperately kicked off his shoes and toed his socks off. He then clawed at Viggo’s shirt again. Viggo chuckled and helped the younger man undress him. He hissed as their naked bodies slid against each other. He kissed down Orlando’s jaw and neck. He bit Orlando’s neck hard enough to draw blood. Orlando cried out as Viggo ran his tongue soothingly over the wound.
“Mine,” he growled.
Orlando just held on to Viggo’s shoulders, panting. “Gods, yes. Yours. Always.”
Viggo ran a hand down the taunt torso of his lover, gently caressing a nipple on his way down. Orlando tired to press harder against the hand, but Viggo ceased his movements.
“Ah ah, love. You’re mine; you play by my rules. Do not move.” With that he stepped away and watched Orlando struggle to regain control. It looked like he could barely support himself against the wall. Viggo moaned. “Do you know how incredibly hot you look? Panting, clawing the wall, cock dripping, eyes half closed... “
“Viggo please..”
“Please what?” He stepped closer to his lover and placed a chaste kiss to his lips, careful not to touch him anywhere else.
“Please....just...fuck me...” Orlando’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, jaw clenched.
“Hm... we’ll see.”
Orlando couldn’t hear Viggo anymore, yet he knew him to be close. He dared not open his eyes in fear the man had gone. He felt a puff of air on his abdomen and shivered. He cried out as a hot tongue traced the underside of his straining erection. His nails dug into his palms in an effort to keep from grabbing Viggo’s head.
Viggo smiled to himself when Orlando yelped. He then busied himself with the throbbing cock in front of him. He swiped his tongue over the steadily weeping head and moaned. “You are the most intoxicating favor in the world," he whispered before engulfing half of Orlando’s cock.
A scream ripped from Orlando’s lips. His lover had one skilled mouth. Nowhere else had he felt such an intense pleasure, not even when he was buried deep within his love. His bucked into the tight heat involuntarily. Viggo just gripped his hips harder. He was going to have some lovely bruises there tomorrow, not that he cared at all at this point.
Viggo bobbed his head a few times increasing the suction each time he slid down. One hand snaked down and fondled Orlando’s heavy sacs. He relished the fact that he was reducing his lover into a writhing pile of need. He relaxed his throat and took the hard length all the way in. He nuzzled the nest of dark curls at the base.
“Viggo.. can’t last much longer...”
He looked up into the dark eyes above him. He winked once and began to bob his head in earnest. When he felt Orlando’s balls tighten he completely pulled away, grinning when his lover whimpered.
He stood back and studied his work. Orlando looked like he was going to fall over at any moment. Blood trickled out of his palms where his nails had broken the skin. His cock was almost purple and leaking heavily. A drop of sweat slid over the taunt muscles of Orlando’s chest. His head was tossed back, eyes closed, jaw slack as he gasped for breath.
Viggo silently took Orlando’s hands in his and led him to the bedroom.
“Viggo?”
He looked up at the soft whisper in time to see Orlando launch at him, knocking them both onto the bed. After a bit of wiggling, Viggo had the younger man pinned to the bed.
“Bad elf, “ he whispered before claiming the kiss reddened lips below him.
Orlando moaned and spread his legs. Viggo quickly settled himself between them. Without breaking from the kiss, Viggo reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He fumbled a bit with the cap before squirting some of the contents in his hand. He sat up and gazed down at his panting elf. He could easily have sat there all night just watching had the ache between his legs not urged him into action.
Viggo ran one lube-covered finger up and down the cleft of Orlando’s ass. He pressed his finger against Orlando’s opening lightly. At the breathy moan in response to his ministrations, he pressed the finger in to the first knuckled. Orlando bucked, impaling himself of the intruding finger.
Viggo just held it still for a moment. When his love began to squirm with impatience. He began to move the finger around a little before sliding it out. More lube was applied and the finger thrust back into the tight heat swiftly. Viggo plunged his finger in and out several times before adding another finger. He repeated the process, scissoring the two fingers.
“Viggo, hurry!”
“I will NOT hurt you.”
The seriousness behind those words caused Orlando to open his eyes. The love and tenderness he saw in those deep blue eyes above him caused his own eyes to water. “I know, love. I know that now. Please, just love me.”
“I do,” Viggo whispered huskily. He withdrew his fingers and spread lube over his cock. Orlando watched his every move, licking his lips.
Viggo leaned forward and claimed Orlando’s lips once again as he pushed the tip of his cock into the willing form below him. Both men moaned as Viggo slowly worked his way inside.
Once fully inside he just rested there. Orlando squirmed and writhed, clawing at Viggo’s back in a desperate attempt to get the man to move.
Viggo looked into the lust filled eyes in front of his. Wordlessly, he slid almost all the way out and thrust back in forcefully. Orlando threw is head back and cried out, digging his nails into Viggo’s forearms.
Viggo continued his thrusts, angling to brush against Orlando’s prostrate with each pass. The only sounds that could be heard were Viggo’s grunts, Orlando’s moans, and the slaps of two sweaty bodies colliding.
Orlando arched off the bed when a hand snaked between the two bodies and wrapped around his pre come drenched cock. After a few strokes he managed to pant “Viggo.... so close *gasp* can’t last... Fuck! More!”
Viggo thrust in harder. “Let go, love.”
Needing no encouragement, Orlando let out a throaty moan as he spilled his seed over his stomach and Viggo’s hand.
Viggo grunted as Orlando’s body clamped down on his. He managed only a few more jerky thrusts before he lost himself in his love. He slumped down on Orlando, panting. He sighed as arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
After a few moments, when they began to catch their breaths, Viggo started to pull out. Orlando held the man tighter. “Don’t. Just stay like this.”
“But what about-”
Orlando reached over and pulled a pillowcase off its pillow. Viggo shifted so Orlando could clean himself off. He tossed the case to the floor and pulled Viggo back down. He caressed the face above his. “I love you.”
Viggo smiled and tenderly kissed waiting lips. “Orlando... this isn’t comfortable.”
Orlando sighed, but relented. They maneuvered themselves so Viggo was behind Orlando. He slid back into the younger man easily. Orlando sighed contentedly and drifted off into sleep. Viggo smiled into the damp curls as he too drifted off.
TBC
*cuddles Viggo* So there. ^.~
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