captivation 2: urge
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rugbytackle2: urge
Arc: Captivation
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dragonkal and helens78
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the middle of the night, and Viggo wants something.
Disclaimer: Fictional. Not real.
It's two in the morning.
Viggo swings his legs out of bed and gets to his feet; he's wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. It's very quiet in the house; after a few minutes, he decides Sean must be asleep, and walks quietly out into the hall, into Sean's room.
Well.
The bed is rumpled, but Sean is nowhere to be found; Viggo creeps in further, quietly, and finds Sean on the floor at the foot of the bed, sleeping on his stomach on the bare boards, naked, blanketless.
Christ, Viggo thinks. There's a lot more work to be done here than I thought.
He crouches down beside Sean, sparing a glance at his welted ass -- doing better now, it seems, between the salve and the ice and the rest -- and then rests a hand on Sean's shoulder.
Sean comes awake slowly, as he always does; "Master?" he murmurs, at the touch on his shoulder, turning into it as he blinks his eyes open.
Viggo goes with Sean's automatic motion, pressing further, a silent indication that Sean should roll to his back.
Sean does; as his eyes finally come open, though, he frowns, pulling away slightly. "Viggo," he says. He keeps himself from going far, though, wincing as he finishes turning over.
Viggo says nothing; he thought one thing when he came into this room, and he's not quite sure that he thinks the same now. He crouches there, in the dark, searching out the glittering light of Sean's eyes, thinking.
It's still a waiting game; Sean lets his face relax, waiting to see what Viggo does here. He meets Viggo's eyes, able to do that here in the dark, at least. I want him, Sean thinks, and it hurts, thinking it, even though he's here, and he's owned, and sooner or later Viggo is undoubtedly going to find a use for him.
Viggo reminds himself that this is the first time, and it's always hit-or-miss; he's planned this carefully, and the fact that Sean's confusion over being handed over shows itself in obvious ways makes no difference. Slowly, he straddles Sean's head, sitting back, resting his tailbone lightly on Sean's chest, resting for the moment.
Sean swallows; his tongue comes out to flick over his lips almost unconsciously, and he tries to look up to see Viggo's expression, and can't manage it. He blinks, several times, into the dark, and lets out a long breath, feeling arousal all the way to his toes. Please.
It's enough. The way Sean's body seems to suddenly radiate heat, the way he remains silent -- it's enough. Viggo cups one hand at the nape of Sean's neck, lifting his head up a little, and guides his half-hard cock to Sean's lips with the other.
Sean's lips part, and he takes in Viggo's cock, tasting him for the first time, moaning slightly at the position, the feeling of his welts against the floor, the helplessness of being here this way. His tongue flicks out at the underside of Viggo's cock, and he sucks hard, not even truly looking to impress yet, simply wanting to feel.
Viggo makes only the slightest sound, barely more than an intake of breath, and pulls Sean closer slightly.
Sean comes up and swallows Viggo in deeper. He does moan, now -- Viggo tastes good; Sean thinks he can taste the night itself on his skin, and he wants this. And it feels startling and humiliating and good to want it.
Viggo hisses a little, and this time instead of pulling Sean to him, he thrusts down, growing harder as his cock slides down the slick channel of Sean's teeth and cheeks.
Yes, more, please... Sean leans up further and sucks harder, using his teeth and tongue and sliding his mouth back and forth to the best of his ability.
That pulls a stifled moan from between Viggo's clenched teeth; he grips Sean's nape a little harder and begins to thrust more deeply, feeling the head of his cock rub against the roof of Sean's mouth.
The grip has Sean wishing the position were a little more adaptable to deeper penetration; he moans, pulls back a little just to see what Viggo does in response.
Viggo allows it only briefly, assuming it's a move to take a breath; then he thrusts in a little harder than before, groaning as he feels himself reach the back of Sean's throat.
Sean pulls back again, a little more insistently this time; that feeling of being caught and pulled back -- yes.
Viggo's hand tightens against Sean's skin; he holds it a little more firmly, preventing the motion from happening again, and gives a thrust hard enough, pleasurable enough, to send his free hand to the floor at the side of Sean's head for balance.
The sudden change in position sends Sean's mouth up and throat arching; Viggo's cock comes to the back of Sean's throat, and he chokes on it, his own back arching, cock hard enough to ache now, trying to moan around Viggo's cock and only making small choked sounds as he does.
Viggo pulls back, positioning himself a little better and at the same time giving Sean a moment to breathe; when he presses in again he's forced to suck in a sharp breath at the tight, wet heat that greets him.
Sean comes up to meet Viggo halfway; he forces his mouth down on Viggo's cock harder, taking his own breath away with it, arms pinned at his sides, arching harder, feeling his welts press into the ground. He pulls back for another breath and then is back on Viggo, sucking hard, licking with firm, solid strokes, teeth biting down hard enough to be noticed and scraping lightly along the underside of Viggo's cock.
The teeth make Viggo jerk forward, choking Sean momentarily; his breathing turns to harsh, raspy woofs, his thrusts irregular but forceful -- Christ, Sean's good; this didn't take long.
The enthusiastic reaction has Sean pulling back and groaning; he's so hard and so close that Viggo's last deep thrust, the moment of breathless, choked tension, has Sean close enough to think it's time to beg permission for his own orgasm. He sucks hard on the head of Viggo's cock and tries to pull away completely so he can form the words.
Viggo grabs Sean's head, holding him still; there, right there, the way Sean's sucking on the head, that's what he wants, and Christ, it overtakes Viggo in a hard crushing rush; he gasps out a harsh cry on every breath as his come spurts over Sean's tongue.
Sean holds his body still, completely, and moans all around the head of Viggo's cock, tongue lapping at the slit, tasting him, taking in everything. His eyes are shut tight, as if by holding them closed he can hold back his own orgasm, and he brushes his tongue against the underside of Viggo's cock, that one sensitive inch, rubbing back and forth with soft, slow movements.
Viggo lets out one last shuddering moan and slips his cock out of Sean's mouth, already swinging one knee over to extract himself from his position over Sean's body.
Licking his lips softly, Sean lets out a shaking breath. "Thank you, Sir," he whispers.
Viggo says nothing, pulling his pajama pants up and getting to his feet.
Sean tucks his arms behind his head, hissing hard and wincing as he pulls one knee up to cushion the curve of his lower back; he lets his eyes close, face reflecting every bit of the agony from being this close to the edge and not going over. He can still taste Viggo in his mouth; it's enough. He takes slow, deep breaths, and though he can't imagine he'll be able to sleep for some time, he can at least rest.
Viggo leaves the room, pulling Sean's door shut behind him. He can't have what he really wants until Sean's healed a little more, but...he lets himself lean against Sean's door for a moment, catching his breath. Jesus. He's good. He's very, very good.
Arc: Captivation
Authors:
dragonkal and helens78Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the middle of the night, and Viggo wants something.
Disclaimer: Fictional. Not real.
It's two in the morning.
Viggo swings his legs out of bed and gets to his feet; he's wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. It's very quiet in the house; after a few minutes, he decides Sean must be asleep, and walks quietly out into the hall, into Sean's room.
Well.
The bed is rumpled, but Sean is nowhere to be found; Viggo creeps in further, quietly, and finds Sean on the floor at the foot of the bed, sleeping on his stomach on the bare boards, naked, blanketless.
Christ, Viggo thinks. There's a lot more work to be done here than I thought.
He crouches down beside Sean, sparing a glance at his welted ass -- doing better now, it seems, between the salve and the ice and the rest -- and then rests a hand on Sean's shoulder.
Sean comes awake slowly, as he always does; "Master?" he murmurs, at the touch on his shoulder, turning into it as he blinks his eyes open.
Viggo goes with Sean's automatic motion, pressing further, a silent indication that Sean should roll to his back.
Sean does; as his eyes finally come open, though, he frowns, pulling away slightly. "Viggo," he says. He keeps himself from going far, though, wincing as he finishes turning over.
Viggo says nothing; he thought one thing when he came into this room, and he's not quite sure that he thinks the same now. He crouches there, in the dark, searching out the glittering light of Sean's eyes, thinking.
It's still a waiting game; Sean lets his face relax, waiting to see what Viggo does here. He meets Viggo's eyes, able to do that here in the dark, at least. I want him, Sean thinks, and it hurts, thinking it, even though he's here, and he's owned, and sooner or later Viggo is undoubtedly going to find a use for him.
Viggo reminds himself that this is the first time, and it's always hit-or-miss; he's planned this carefully, and the fact that Sean's confusion over being handed over shows itself in obvious ways makes no difference. Slowly, he straddles Sean's head, sitting back, resting his tailbone lightly on Sean's chest, resting for the moment.
Sean swallows; his tongue comes out to flick over his lips almost unconsciously, and he tries to look up to see Viggo's expression, and can't manage it. He blinks, several times, into the dark, and lets out a long breath, feeling arousal all the way to his toes. Please.
It's enough. The way Sean's body seems to suddenly radiate heat, the way he remains silent -- it's enough. Viggo cups one hand at the nape of Sean's neck, lifting his head up a little, and guides his half-hard cock to Sean's lips with the other.
Sean's lips part, and he takes in Viggo's cock, tasting him for the first time, moaning slightly at the position, the feeling of his welts against the floor, the helplessness of being here this way. His tongue flicks out at the underside of Viggo's cock, and he sucks hard, not even truly looking to impress yet, simply wanting to feel.
Viggo makes only the slightest sound, barely more than an intake of breath, and pulls Sean closer slightly.
Sean comes up and swallows Viggo in deeper. He does moan, now -- Viggo tastes good; Sean thinks he can taste the night itself on his skin, and he wants this. And it feels startling and humiliating and good to want it.
Viggo hisses a little, and this time instead of pulling Sean to him, he thrusts down, growing harder as his cock slides down the slick channel of Sean's teeth and cheeks.
Yes, more, please... Sean leans up further and sucks harder, using his teeth and tongue and sliding his mouth back and forth to the best of his ability.
That pulls a stifled moan from between Viggo's clenched teeth; he grips Sean's nape a little harder and begins to thrust more deeply, feeling the head of his cock rub against the roof of Sean's mouth.
The grip has Sean wishing the position were a little more adaptable to deeper penetration; he moans, pulls back a little just to see what Viggo does in response.
Viggo allows it only briefly, assuming it's a move to take a breath; then he thrusts in a little harder than before, groaning as he feels himself reach the back of Sean's throat.
Sean pulls back again, a little more insistently this time; that feeling of being caught and pulled back -- yes.
Viggo's hand tightens against Sean's skin; he holds it a little more firmly, preventing the motion from happening again, and gives a thrust hard enough, pleasurable enough, to send his free hand to the floor at the side of Sean's head for balance.
The sudden change in position sends Sean's mouth up and throat arching; Viggo's cock comes to the back of Sean's throat, and he chokes on it, his own back arching, cock hard enough to ache now, trying to moan around Viggo's cock and only making small choked sounds as he does.
Viggo pulls back, positioning himself a little better and at the same time giving Sean a moment to breathe; when he presses in again he's forced to suck in a sharp breath at the tight, wet heat that greets him.
Sean comes up to meet Viggo halfway; he forces his mouth down on Viggo's cock harder, taking his own breath away with it, arms pinned at his sides, arching harder, feeling his welts press into the ground. He pulls back for another breath and then is back on Viggo, sucking hard, licking with firm, solid strokes, teeth biting down hard enough to be noticed and scraping lightly along the underside of Viggo's cock.
The teeth make Viggo jerk forward, choking Sean momentarily; his breathing turns to harsh, raspy woofs, his thrusts irregular but forceful -- Christ, Sean's good; this didn't take long.
The enthusiastic reaction has Sean pulling back and groaning; he's so hard and so close that Viggo's last deep thrust, the moment of breathless, choked tension, has Sean close enough to think it's time to beg permission for his own orgasm. He sucks hard on the head of Viggo's cock and tries to pull away completely so he can form the words.
Viggo grabs Sean's head, holding him still; there, right there, the way Sean's sucking on the head, that's what he wants, and Christ, it overtakes Viggo in a hard crushing rush; he gasps out a harsh cry on every breath as his come spurts over Sean's tongue.
Sean holds his body still, completely, and moans all around the head of Viggo's cock, tongue lapping at the slit, tasting him, taking in everything. His eyes are shut tight, as if by holding them closed he can hold back his own orgasm, and he brushes his tongue against the underside of Viggo's cock, that one sensitive inch, rubbing back and forth with soft, slow movements.
Viggo lets out one last shuddering moan and slips his cock out of Sean's mouth, already swinging one knee over to extract himself from his position over Sean's body.
Licking his lips softly, Sean lets out a shaking breath. "Thank you, Sir," he whispers.
Viggo says nothing, pulling his pajama pants up and getting to his feet.
Sean tucks his arms behind his head, hissing hard and wincing as he pulls one knee up to cushion the curve of his lower back; he lets his eyes close, face reflecting every bit of the agony from being this close to the edge and not going over. He can still taste Viggo in his mouth; it's enough. He takes slow, deep breaths, and though he can't imagine he'll be able to sleep for some time, he can at least rest.
Viggo leaves the room, pulling Sean's door shut behind him. He can't have what he really wants until Sean's healed a little more, but...he lets himself lean against Sean's door for a moment, catching his breath. Jesus. He's good. He's very, very good.
