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i tried to post this last night, well, closer to dawn today, without success. here goes nothing.
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sleepless once more, and what better way to cope with insomnia than writing some porn? (boy, i'm gonna look like hell tomorrow, i mean today, in a few hours, at work *sigh*) well, anyway, i took the request for a sequel for Something wonderful and ran with it. not very edifying writing this time around, but i had left these poor boys hanging a while ago, so i decided they needed a little smut to go with that fluff. porn ahead, you've been warned.
Author: Legion
Rated: R
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Synopsis: Can we get to the sex already?
Author's Note: F sharp is quite a lovely note, although some days I feel more at ease with an A flat, or a D natural. OK to Archive, as long as you ask first. Unbetaed, untested, my apologies.
For pseudonihilist and nanakomatsu, because they asked so nicely. :)
Feedback: My name is Legion2012, and I'm a feedback whore...
Disclaimer: (to the tune of 'I feel pretty') I own nothing, I have nothing, and I'm making no money from thiiiiiis! I am nothing but a randy little slashy freak. Lalalalalalala, lalala!
(finale)
I don't know them, never met them they're not real and they're probably straight! But I can... dream of watching them having seeeeeex!
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Say it again
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We are giggling like schoolchildren by the time we get to the bathroom. Viggo must look about ten years younger when he is grinning like this, crinkly eyes and all. I've decided this is a brilliant look on him. I make a mental note to have him wear it as often as humanly possible.
Impulsively as ever, I pull him into a fast and messy kiss. I then make a big show of taking one of Viggo's hands and dipping him, ripping something between a yelp and a laugh from his lips. I see his other hand fly to hang on to the edge of the sink. A fraction of a second later, I realize his feet have slipped, along with the thick saffron colored rug under him, on the slick tile. I cling to him with all my strength and let out a muttered curse as I bring him to an upright position. Great, just what Viggo needs, a fractured skull. I mentally kick myself. Thankfully I didn't throw my back with this ill advised move.
"Are you alright?" I ask, still holding tight and feeling very stupid. "Bugger, that was...I'm sorry."
Viggo's eyes are very wide, but his tone is mocking,
"If you want to get rid of me, Orlando Bloom, you don't have to resort to violence."
"I am chagrined," I say, smiling. I feel a blush coming on.
"Now where were we?" Viggo asks. His big hand is roaming possessively all over me. He's fucking *fondling* me and I think my dick is going to rip the seam of my jeans apart if I think about it too much.
"I was being a romantic dumbass and dipping you," I manage to say. He rubs against me and his smile widens as he feels how hard I am behind the denim.
"Say we skip that part," Viggo said, chuckling lightly.
Flustered and a little embarrassed, I stick my tongue out petulantly. I can't believe it and snort as Viggo makes as if to bite it. I feel light and so happy, and I smile bigger and more freely than I have in years.
Viggo looks as if I just lit up the world for him, so bright, and he bites his lip softly, worrying it with gentle teeth.
"What?" I ask, head tilting slightly.
With a deep breath, Viggo mouths an 'I love you,' and the coked up butterflies in my stomach are vying for attention again.
For long moments, I can do nothing else but gaze into Viggo's eyes. We stand together comfortably, embracing without a hurry, without a care. My eyes are cataloguing Viggo. Intently, I study the smattering of gray that's showing through his sun-kissed hair, the small lines on his face, the intensity of the eyes, the slight weariness of the smile. It all adds up to me in a flash, and Viggo's face becomes a precious thing, a cherished vision.
I'm caught in his eyes, in his strong arms, in his powerful intensity of emotion, his wisdom and experience. My own words come back to haunt me. 'I can't believe how much this is going to make me sound like I'm in love with the guy,' I had said. Well, as Elijah would so ably put it, duh! My hands start to shake from the immensity of my realization. How many kinds of foolish am I? I am lost in the slight pale scar that adorns his upper lip. I can't breathe. I can't breathe and I know I'm on the verge of saying something tremendously stupid.
"I love you," I blurt out, my voice full of both disbelief and the greatest certainty. "I know that now."
Viggo's jaw drops. He shuts his eyes and his face transforms. He looks blissful. The responsibility of putting that look on his face makes me want to cry.
"Say it again," he mutters, his chin dropping toward his chest.
I caress his hair and kiss his brow. I must learn the name of that rinse with the herbal essence. It is my new favorite smell.
"I said," I start, and I have to clear my throat, "I love you."
His eyes fly open and he raises his face to mine. He gives me a peck on the lips and asks again,
"Say it again," he asks, louder, with a big old smile on his face.
"You're daft," I tease, and his eyes look wicked. "I love you. And that's it for today, mind you."
"Ok," Viggo says, the wicked gleam in his gaze intensifying. "You stink."
I gently smack him up the side of the head. He snorts. Twice.
"You're such a romantic," I say, pursing my lips.
"Is that why you love me?" he asks, looking all of six years old.
No, I think, *this* is why I love you.
"Wanker," I say instead. "Or should I say fuck you?"
"Is that an offer or a request?"
"Let's get in the shower and find out already."
We strip hurriedly, touching and feeling the contrast of textures of smooth skin against lightly hairy. His expressive hands are gliding all over me, playing with my nipples and tracing the lines of my pelvic muscles as if he is sculpting them.
"I love this," he says.
He's looking at me appraisingly, lust flushing his skin, and it makes my breath hitch. I cannot wait, and with a tentative hand I find his erection. He is cut, where I am not. I cannot help but ghost my fingertips over the head, spreading all the precum he's leaking like crazy. Viggo hisses and moans, closing his eyes for a moment when I pull him closer and rub him against myself. I pull back my skin and take us both in hand and we are moving as one in my fist.
"Oh, Orlando," Viggo whispers, "I'm gonna apologize right now, because you're going to make me cum so fast." He let the thought trail off, thrusting into my fist in a barely controlled rhythm.
"I want to see you cum," I say, and realize it's true. I want to see this man spasm, I want to see him lose control and know I caused it.
His right thumb is molesting my nipple, just this side of painful, as he watches both it and my reaction.
"Your nipples are so big," he says, making me self conscious.
"What does that mean?" I can't stop myself from saying, and I lose my rhythm below.
Viggo squeezes my hip and pinches my chest playfully.
"I think they're the most delicious thing I've ever seen. I want to spend a day just licking them raw."
He sounds breathless, naughty. I whimper. What the fuck do you say to that which won't sound like bad porn? And who the fuck would have guessed that him talking about my tits, of all things, would get me so damn turned on?
As his thrusting gets more ragged, he starts walking back until we're with his back against the wall. He leans back, breath hitching. His hands are convulsively grabbing me, digging into my hip with his left hard enough to bruise. I'm sure he hasn't noticed. He's so turned on *I* could come just from seeing his face contort in consecutive flashes of pain/pleasure.
I'm jacking us into bliss with one hand and slip my other hand under us to cup and fondle our balls. Viggo groans deep in his chest and roughly grabs a buttock. His hand inches into my cleft and I have to release his sac when I feel a finger *there.*
"Viggo," I whisper.
My knees feel weak and my hand moves swiftly under his arm to hold on to a shoulder. The callused digit is relentless and I have just enough time to wonder when and how the hell he got it wet before it's in. It's in and it's Viggo's thick finger fucking me and I bite the fleshy area between his neck and shoulder, I have to. I'm crying out against his skin and it's all I can do not to collapse because he's now officially gone where no man has gone before and I'm freaking out and if I wasn't so horny I would laugh at my own unwitting joke.
"Orli," he says, panting, barely able to speak. "I. Please. So close, baby."
My fist speeds up instinctively. Viggo's mewling in my ear and *begging* and hitting his head against the wall over and again. It feels like eternity, but really it has taken next to no time to get us to the point of no return. He screams my name and his finger rams into me. I bite down hard and he yells and shakes and I feel thick, warm liquid spilling all over my hand and between my fingers. He's going to have a hell of a bruise tomorrow.
Viggo is breathing hard, braced against the wall. His big hand raises my face into a kiss. I'm still jacking us off, the pleasure between my legs building maddeningly. Viggo's eyes are the brightest blue and his cheeks are wet with tears. I gasp.
"Cum for me, love," he says in a raspy voice.
He's got a hold on me in the worst way, one finger inside and the rest of his hand splayed on my arse, and it's so dirty I have to moan and bite my lip. He regains some control of his body and picks up on the rhythm of his intrusion.
"That's so wrong," I try to joke. He smiles loopily and places his hand on mine.
"I love you. Let me," he says, gathering some of the stickiness in his fingers and taking a hold of my cock.
"I can't," I say desperately. I don't know what I'm trying to say.
"Shh, don't hold back. Let me see you cum," Viggo instructs, and I want to do whatever that voice tells me.
His hands work in tandem, driving me insane. My body is so close and I feel out of control and panicky and so turned on I can taste it. I'm close, and Viggo is playing me like a violin. Never again will I think that jacking each other off is a boring form of sex. I'm helpless in his dual attack and I bury my face in his neck. The noises I'm making would make whore blush, I'm sure, but I cannot help it.
Viggo speaks hoarsely in my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you *so* hard."
A vision of me on my back, legs in the air as Viggo...I gasp for air. With a keening moan I let my hips thrust into overdrive and I don't ever remember an orgasm this intense, this plentiful. I'm shaking and spasming and I want to scream and cry and run and hide. But I don't, and it's fine, because he's *got* me, and I've never felt so safe.
When I can breathe again, my forehead is resting on Viggo's shoulder. My eyes focus on his stomach, which moves quietly as he breathes. He is a holy mess.
"Fuck, is that all mine?"
"I'm just glad I wasn't blowing you," Viggo deadpans, "or you would have drowned me for sure."
I snort, then imagine Viggo on his knees, his mouth distended around me. I shiver. My softening member jumps in his hand. I groan.
"Don't put those images in my head," I say.
"Why not?" he says, petting my butt, "You can have anything you want from me."
"You just want to make sure you can have your wicked way with me, don't you?" I manage, and am proud of myself for being able to string such a long sentence together after my mind fusing orgasm. Viggo grabs my chin and brings me up for a short kiss.
"I'm serious. Anything you want from me you can have."
"I think I already do," I say dreamily, and his face splits in a happy smile that tips his nose up in the cutest way.
He hums through the smile and we hug, cheek to cheek, and content.
Suddenly, Viggo starts snorting softly in my ear.
"Now what?" I ask, raising an eyebrow lazily.
"Are we ever gonna get around to that shower?" he says, between chuckles. His laughter is contagious.
For the life of me I cannot tell you why we should find this that funny, but we crack up. We lose our shit. We slowly slide down the wall and onto the floor as we dissolve into a happy fit of giggles, a sated mess of sweat and various and sundry bodily fluids.
*****************************THE END
um, my apologies to pseudonihilist...erm, they sort of *never* got to that shower, did they? *sheepish grin*
feedback, it does a body good.
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sleepless once more, and what better way to cope with insomnia than writing some porn? (boy, i'm gonna look like hell tomorrow, i mean today, in a few hours, at work *sigh*) well, anyway, i took the request for a sequel for Something wonderful and ran with it. not very edifying writing this time around, but i had left these poor boys hanging a while ago, so i decided they needed a little smut to go with that fluff. porn ahead, you've been warned.
Author: Legion
Rated: R
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Synopsis: Can we get to the sex already?
Author's Note: F sharp is quite a lovely note, although some days I feel more at ease with an A flat, or a D natural. OK to Archive, as long as you ask first. Unbetaed, untested, my apologies.
For pseudonihilist and nanakomatsu, because they asked so nicely. :)
Feedback: My name is Legion2012, and I'm a feedback whore...
Disclaimer: (to the tune of 'I feel pretty') I own nothing, I have nothing, and I'm making no money from thiiiiiis! I am nothing but a randy little slashy freak. Lalalalalalala, lalala!
(finale)
I don't know them, never met them they're not real and they're probably straight! But I can... dream of watching them having seeeeeex!
--------------------
Say it again
--------------------
We are giggling like schoolchildren by the time we get to the bathroom. Viggo must look about ten years younger when he is grinning like this, crinkly eyes and all. I've decided this is a brilliant look on him. I make a mental note to have him wear it as often as humanly possible.
Impulsively as ever, I pull him into a fast and messy kiss. I then make a big show of taking one of Viggo's hands and dipping him, ripping something between a yelp and a laugh from his lips. I see his other hand fly to hang on to the edge of the sink. A fraction of a second later, I realize his feet have slipped, along with the thick saffron colored rug under him, on the slick tile. I cling to him with all my strength and let out a muttered curse as I bring him to an upright position. Great, just what Viggo needs, a fractured skull. I mentally kick myself. Thankfully I didn't throw my back with this ill advised move.
"Are you alright?" I ask, still holding tight and feeling very stupid. "Bugger, that was...I'm sorry."
Viggo's eyes are very wide, but his tone is mocking,
"If you want to get rid of me, Orlando Bloom, you don't have to resort to violence."
"I am chagrined," I say, smiling. I feel a blush coming on.
"Now where were we?" Viggo asks. His big hand is roaming possessively all over me. He's fucking *fondling* me and I think my dick is going to rip the seam of my jeans apart if I think about it too much.
"I was being a romantic dumbass and dipping you," I manage to say. He rubs against me and his smile widens as he feels how hard I am behind the denim.
"Say we skip that part," Viggo said, chuckling lightly.
Flustered and a little embarrassed, I stick my tongue out petulantly. I can't believe it and snort as Viggo makes as if to bite it. I feel light and so happy, and I smile bigger and more freely than I have in years.
Viggo looks as if I just lit up the world for him, so bright, and he bites his lip softly, worrying it with gentle teeth.
"What?" I ask, head tilting slightly.
With a deep breath, Viggo mouths an 'I love you,' and the coked up butterflies in my stomach are vying for attention again.
For long moments, I can do nothing else but gaze into Viggo's eyes. We stand together comfortably, embracing without a hurry, without a care. My eyes are cataloguing Viggo. Intently, I study the smattering of gray that's showing through his sun-kissed hair, the small lines on his face, the intensity of the eyes, the slight weariness of the smile. It all adds up to me in a flash, and Viggo's face becomes a precious thing, a cherished vision.
I'm caught in his eyes, in his strong arms, in his powerful intensity of emotion, his wisdom and experience. My own words come back to haunt me. 'I can't believe how much this is going to make me sound like I'm in love with the guy,' I had said. Well, as Elijah would so ably put it, duh! My hands start to shake from the immensity of my realization. How many kinds of foolish am I? I am lost in the slight pale scar that adorns his upper lip. I can't breathe. I can't breathe and I know I'm on the verge of saying something tremendously stupid.
"I love you," I blurt out, my voice full of both disbelief and the greatest certainty. "I know that now."
Viggo's jaw drops. He shuts his eyes and his face transforms. He looks blissful. The responsibility of putting that look on his face makes me want to cry.
"Say it again," he mutters, his chin dropping toward his chest.
I caress his hair and kiss his brow. I must learn the name of that rinse with the herbal essence. It is my new favorite smell.
"I said," I start, and I have to clear my throat, "I love you."
His eyes fly open and he raises his face to mine. He gives me a peck on the lips and asks again,
"Say it again," he asks, louder, with a big old smile on his face.
"You're daft," I tease, and his eyes look wicked. "I love you. And that's it for today, mind you."
"Ok," Viggo says, the wicked gleam in his gaze intensifying. "You stink."
I gently smack him up the side of the head. He snorts. Twice.
"You're such a romantic," I say, pursing my lips.
"Is that why you love me?" he asks, looking all of six years old.
No, I think, *this* is why I love you.
"Wanker," I say instead. "Or should I say fuck you?"
"Is that an offer or a request?"
"Let's get in the shower and find out already."
We strip hurriedly, touching and feeling the contrast of textures of smooth skin against lightly hairy. His expressive hands are gliding all over me, playing with my nipples and tracing the lines of my pelvic muscles as if he is sculpting them.
"I love this," he says.
He's looking at me appraisingly, lust flushing his skin, and it makes my breath hitch. I cannot wait, and with a tentative hand I find his erection. He is cut, where I am not. I cannot help but ghost my fingertips over the head, spreading all the precum he's leaking like crazy. Viggo hisses and moans, closing his eyes for a moment when I pull him closer and rub him against myself. I pull back my skin and take us both in hand and we are moving as one in my fist.
"Oh, Orlando," Viggo whispers, "I'm gonna apologize right now, because you're going to make me cum so fast." He let the thought trail off, thrusting into my fist in a barely controlled rhythm.
"I want to see you cum," I say, and realize it's true. I want to see this man spasm, I want to see him lose control and know I caused it.
His right thumb is molesting my nipple, just this side of painful, as he watches both it and my reaction.
"Your nipples are so big," he says, making me self conscious.
"What does that mean?" I can't stop myself from saying, and I lose my rhythm below.
Viggo squeezes my hip and pinches my chest playfully.
"I think they're the most delicious thing I've ever seen. I want to spend a day just licking them raw."
He sounds breathless, naughty. I whimper. What the fuck do you say to that which won't sound like bad porn? And who the fuck would have guessed that him talking about my tits, of all things, would get me so damn turned on?
As his thrusting gets more ragged, he starts walking back until we're with his back against the wall. He leans back, breath hitching. His hands are convulsively grabbing me, digging into my hip with his left hard enough to bruise. I'm sure he hasn't noticed. He's so turned on *I* could come just from seeing his face contort in consecutive flashes of pain/pleasure.
I'm jacking us into bliss with one hand and slip my other hand under us to cup and fondle our balls. Viggo groans deep in his chest and roughly grabs a buttock. His hand inches into my cleft and I have to release his sac when I feel a finger *there.*
"Viggo," I whisper.
My knees feel weak and my hand moves swiftly under his arm to hold on to a shoulder. The callused digit is relentless and I have just enough time to wonder when and how the hell he got it wet before it's in. It's in and it's Viggo's thick finger fucking me and I bite the fleshy area between his neck and shoulder, I have to. I'm crying out against his skin and it's all I can do not to collapse because he's now officially gone where no man has gone before and I'm freaking out and if I wasn't so horny I would laugh at my own unwitting joke.
"Orli," he says, panting, barely able to speak. "I. Please. So close, baby."
My fist speeds up instinctively. Viggo's mewling in my ear and *begging* and hitting his head against the wall over and again. It feels like eternity, but really it has taken next to no time to get us to the point of no return. He screams my name and his finger rams into me. I bite down hard and he yells and shakes and I feel thick, warm liquid spilling all over my hand and between my fingers. He's going to have a hell of a bruise tomorrow.
Viggo is breathing hard, braced against the wall. His big hand raises my face into a kiss. I'm still jacking us off, the pleasure between my legs building maddeningly. Viggo's eyes are the brightest blue and his cheeks are wet with tears. I gasp.
"Cum for me, love," he says in a raspy voice.
He's got a hold on me in the worst way, one finger inside and the rest of his hand splayed on my arse, and it's so dirty I have to moan and bite my lip. He regains some control of his body and picks up on the rhythm of his intrusion.
"That's so wrong," I try to joke. He smiles loopily and places his hand on mine.
"I love you. Let me," he says, gathering some of the stickiness in his fingers and taking a hold of my cock.
"I can't," I say desperately. I don't know what I'm trying to say.
"Shh, don't hold back. Let me see you cum," Viggo instructs, and I want to do whatever that voice tells me.
His hands work in tandem, driving me insane. My body is so close and I feel out of control and panicky and so turned on I can taste it. I'm close, and Viggo is playing me like a violin. Never again will I think that jacking each other off is a boring form of sex. I'm helpless in his dual attack and I bury my face in his neck. The noises I'm making would make whore blush, I'm sure, but I cannot help it.
Viggo speaks hoarsely in my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you *so* hard."
A vision of me on my back, legs in the air as Viggo...I gasp for air. With a keening moan I let my hips thrust into overdrive and I don't ever remember an orgasm this intense, this plentiful. I'm shaking and spasming and I want to scream and cry and run and hide. But I don't, and it's fine, because he's *got* me, and I've never felt so safe.
When I can breathe again, my forehead is resting on Viggo's shoulder. My eyes focus on his stomach, which moves quietly as he breathes. He is a holy mess.
"Fuck, is that all mine?"
"I'm just glad I wasn't blowing you," Viggo deadpans, "or you would have drowned me for sure."
I snort, then imagine Viggo on his knees, his mouth distended around me. I shiver. My softening member jumps in his hand. I groan.
"Don't put those images in my head," I say.
"Why not?" he says, petting my butt, "You can have anything you want from me."
"You just want to make sure you can have your wicked way with me, don't you?" I manage, and am proud of myself for being able to string such a long sentence together after my mind fusing orgasm. Viggo grabs my chin and brings me up for a short kiss.
"I'm serious. Anything you want from me you can have."
"I think I already do," I say dreamily, and his face splits in a happy smile that tips his nose up in the cutest way.
He hums through the smile and we hug, cheek to cheek, and content.
Suddenly, Viggo starts snorting softly in my ear.
"Now what?" I ask, raising an eyebrow lazily.
"Are we ever gonna get around to that shower?" he says, between chuckles. His laughter is contagious.
For the life of me I cannot tell you why we should find this that funny, but we crack up. We lose our shit. We slowly slide down the wall and onto the floor as we dissolve into a happy fit of giggles, a sated mess of sweat and various and sundry bodily fluids.
*****************************THE END
um, my apologies to pseudonihilist...erm, they sort of *never* got to that shower, did they? *sheepish grin*
feedback, it does a body good.
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And Guh.
Perfect: -=My body is so close and I feel out of control and panicky and so turned on I can taste it.=-
Was gasping too at: -=Viggo speaks hoarsely in my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you *so* hard."
A vision of me on my back, legs in the air as Viggo...I gasp for air.=-
Oh yeah... oh so happy for some consummation of the love.
And look, I can speak well or correctly.
It's that kind of day, with this kind of input.
Guh. Again.
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Guh. And Guh. are high praise indeed ;-)
hehee