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[For the "bitter" challenge over at lotrips100.]



He pulled his tongue reluctantly out of Sean and placed it in his mouth. He felt Sean's first taste at the tip, some combination of sweat and cotton. It was the second taste, the bitter one, which Viggo was waiting for. It came at the very back of his tongue. Just like Sean did earlier, he thought.

He exhaled against Sean's skin, his face resting upon the contracted muscle, which shifted as Sean turned over and sat against the pillows, still breathing more heavily than normal himself.

Viggo rose up, reached for Sean's face, and gave his taste to him.



I've never written anything before, so, yeah. Go me!