Fic: Steam SB/VM NC-17
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Just a little something from a newbie! Hope you enjoy!
Title: Steam
Author/email: Ellie W aslash2000@yahoo.com (orig. posted under 'Liz')
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: V has been painting and brainstorming, S has been lounging on the couch. It's time to go out for dinner, but they need to shower. Need I say more?
Content/warnings if needed: Rimming, penetration, mostly a pwp
Disclaimers: I do not know/own these people. I do not claim to know what happens in RL. This is a work of fiction and no monies are made from this simple fantasy.
Archive rights: More than Mates, any others please e-mail to aslash2000@yahoo.com
Author's notes: First rps fic I've written. Opinions would be wonderful. Constructive criticism is welcome and only helps improve my writing. (In turn perhaps upping my production level… if wanted.)
Special Thanks: To Cathy for being a great beta!
Sean lay back on the couch, slippered feet propped up on the arm, with a half-filled tumbler in his right hand: scotch on the rocks and the TV remote in his left.
"Useless," he thinks, "nothing worth watching on the box aside from an occasional football match or a good action program." He eventually settles on some late 70's sci-fi program that he's sure he remembers having seen before.
Four o'clock and Sean starts stirring his drink idly with his finger, watching the tiny whirlpool it creates among the ice cubes. He'd made reservations for a 6:30 dinner and both he and Viggo needed to get ready.
"Five more minutes," Sean mumbles, "and then he is going to have to pry himself away from his paintings."
***
"Traveling on the road
as I do often, stopping
seeing
what man has done…"
Viggo pauses, reflecting on his yet unnamed artwork and adds a heavy dark smudge of charcoal. After a minute he takes his palm and rubs the mark outwards creating a black sun.
"No, no.. hmm.." The wording doesn't seem quite right to him.
"Traveling on the road
as I do often, stopping
_knowing_
what man has done…"
"Better." He nods approvingly to himself at the correction and casually reaches behind him blindly feeling for his beer. A clink and a small crash later and his hand wraps around the damp neck of his beverage. Turning around, he surveys the results of the crash: an upended jar filled with dirty paintbrushes and the remaining water now trickling over the lip onto the floor. Viggo makes a small noise of displeasure as he rights the jar before dropping a small rag on the floor and mopping the water with his foot.
Deftly flicking the waterlogged rag off his toe into his hand, he checks the clock on the wall - 4:03
"Probably should find out when dinner is," he thinks as he pulls the string hanging from the ceiling light and turns towards the living room in search of Sean.
***
Sean is reluctantly pulling himself up off the couch when Viggo saunters in - beer in hand - splattered with little drops of paint and a charcoal mark across his forearm. He takes a swig from the bottle before speaking.
"You called about dinner?"
Sean nods stirring his drink again. This time after removing his finger he sticks it slowly into his mouth and languidly licks it clean. Viggo rolls his eyes at Sean's exaggerated gesture. "So, what time?"
"6:30," Sean leaves his scotch on the coffee table and walks into the bedroom, untucking and peeling his grey cotton tee over his head as he goes. Viggo follows, watching the well formed muscles of Sean's back flex and slide as the shirt comes off, not taking his eyes away when the garment gets tossed towards the hamper in the corner. The worn leather slippers are kicked off, one landing half under the bed, the other all the way under. "Shite," Sean curses under his breath.
Sitting down on the bed Viggo drinks his beer just watching while Sean continues to disrobe. Next comes the black running pants, nylon swishing faintly as it slides down over slim hips, revealing hair-trimmed thighs and the toned calves of a seasoned football player. Wearing only his snug boxer-briefs and a thin silver chain around his neck, Sean moves to the bathroom, turns on the tap and fills the basin for a shave.
He runs the hot water over the can of shaving cream to warm it before squirting a dollop of foam into his left hand. Taking his right fingers, Sean drags them through the froth and begins to smear the shaving cream over his bristly cheeks and chin before rinsing his hands off and grabbing the razor. As he's shaving Sean realizes he can watch Viggo now undressing in the bedroom, in the reflection of the mirror.
Viggo's long sleeve shirt is the first thing to go, being crumpled in to a ball and hooked over towards the hamper, hitting the wall and sliding in to the basket. His white tee shirt follows, this time landing half in-half out. Viggo's sparsely haired chest is exposed, distracting Sean from shaving for just a moment. He catches Sean's green eyes in the mirror and wiggles his brows as he coyly tweaks one of his own nipples: the action making Sean turn to face him.
Now that he has Sean's full attention, he takes his time sipping his drink before he goes back to undressing. Finally, Viggo unbuttons his jeans. He drags the zipper down notch-by-notch and then wiggles them down to the floor. As his pants slide down, they pull his boxers a bit showing a creamy span of hip and thigh causing Sean to shiver inadvertently.
Clad only in boxers and a small rope bracelet around his wrist Viggo enters the bathroom and starts the shower. While adjusting the temperature, he feels Sean's hand rest lightly on the swell of his backside.
"You're so warm…" Sean snickers quietly, dips his fingertips in the cooling basin and flicks a small amount of water on Viggo's back. "How 'bout some cold water?"
Viggo grumbles something incoherent - might have been 'asshole' or 'jackass': Sean doesn't know for sure - and goes back to fiddling with the temperature. After a minute, "All set."
Sean dips his razor in the sink one last time, shakes off the excess water and wipes it on the corner of his towel before putting it back in its holder. Stepping away from the sink, he discards his underwear, grabs a washcloth from the towel bar and steps under the jet of steaming water. "Ahh.. Right on Vig." He tilts his head back and lets the water push his short hair back away from his face. "Joinin' me?"
"Just gotta shave first." Viggo's voice is replaced by the constant hum of his electric razor.
In the shower, Sean shampoos and rinses his hair quickly while Viggo shaves. He grabs the bar of soap from the dish and turns it over and over in his hands creating a generous lather to slide up and down his arms, under his armpits and over his chest. Spreading the bubbles down to his abdomen and finally his pubic hair, Sean's soapy hand grabs his soft penis and starts to stroke, caught somewhere between cleaning and the beginnings of masturbating. "Mmm.."
"What's that?" Viggo pauses and the razor stops. Sean hears it click back into the charger but continues stroking. "Hmm?"
Viggo slides the shower curtain back, inhaling the steam deeply, and steps into the stall. "I asked what you…." but he stops when he notices Sean pleasuring himself lazily under the stream of water. “Oh.” Viggo steps in closer and touches his chest to his lovers. "Let me help." Without waiting for an answer - he knows it's yes - Viggo wraps his hand around Sean's and they stroke together.
Sean's foreskin slides up and down, smooth from the lather his and Viggo's hands are making, his sensitive head peeking out on each down stroke. As the tip is revealed, Viggo gently rubs his thumb across the tiny slit in small circles and mixes the pre-come with the existing slickness. Sean lets out low groans each time Viggo's fingers dance across his erection, and soon he feels his hand being pulled down to his sac. Viggo's hand covers his again as he squeezes just enough to blur pleasure and pain.
Letting his fingers wander around Sean's inner thighs, Viggo can feel the exact spot where the skin goes from creamy smoothness to rough with hair: the different textures excite the artist in him. With his hands busy Viggo leans in and begins to nip and suck, alternating between light and hard, on Sean's collarbone and up his neck to his ear.
Sean is grunting loudly over and over again, and Viggo knows he is about to climax. He feels the cock in his hand go rigid, and the balls in his other tighten just as Sean's whole body arches back directly under the shower head filling the Englishman's eyes and mouth with water - he doesn't care - and soon cream covers their hands but is briskly washed away by the cascading water.
"God, Vig…" Sean slumps forward into Viggo's arms, his chest heaving from the exertion, content to have his lover's arms now wrapped solidly around him. Grabbing the soap, Viggo washes Sean's back as he leans into him using his fingers to massage his shoulders, arms and finally lower back. "That's nice."
"Glad to hear it. You're hot when you're spent you know."
"Not spent, recharging." Sean's voice is muffled: his head is still cradled in Viggo's nape. As his breathing slows his fingers begin to stalk tenderly down Viggo's spine, caressing and kneading the muscles till he reaches the rise of Viggo's buttocks. Sean hears Viggo purr in to his ear as his hands slide up and down his sides and leans in to land a searing kiss on his lover’s lips as he turns both of them around so Viggo is now under the flow of water.
His tongue traces the outline of Viggo's lips, hungrily waiting for a small contented sigh to allow entrance to the slightly older man's mouth. Sean pushes into Viggo's mouth, feeling each tooth, nook and cranny and finally wrapping his tongue around the others and drawing another muffled happy sigh.
"Love you, Vig."
"Love you too…"
After a quick, tight embrace, Sean turns Viggo in his arms so he is now facing the wall of the shower. Pushing Viggo's wet hair away from his neck, Sean licks and nips, sucks and bites at his lover's tender nape. He takes his time moving downward, licking across Viggo's shoulder blades, and kissing each vertebra down to the very bottom when he finally ends up squatting back on his heels.
Viggo feels Sean's hands squeeze his hips gently before feeling his thumbs circling around and around all over his backside. Each time Sean gets closer and closer to Viggo's entrance, making him desperate with anticipation. He shivers when Sean's digit finally slides across his hole, and drops his head letting out a whimper.
Seeing Viggo's head fall forward, Sean grabs the moment, spreads his cheeks and darts his tongue over Viggo's entrance back and forth until Viggo can barely stand. His tongue circles and circles all the while making Viggo shiver/whimper/purr with pleasure. When he feels Viggo's legs begin to tremble Sean wraps his arms around his thighs to stabilize him, and drives his tongue into his lover's tight hole.
With a small shout Viggo slams his hands against the shower wall, frantically looking for something to hold on to before he collapses into an ecstasy driven fall. "I got you..." Viggo thinks he hears from behind him.
Only removing one arm from around his lover, Sean reaches out from behind the shower curtain and fumbles around on the vanity before finding what he was searching blindly for - lube. He squeezes the lubrication generously onto his fingers, the whole time still kitten licking Viggo's entrance delighting in the little sounds coming from his lover.
Taking a lube-slicked finger, Sean rests the tip against Viggo and slowly starts to push in as he stands up behind him. Past the ring of muscle and feeling the heat and tightness he loves, Sean twists his finger seeking Viggo's prostate. He wraps a strong muscled forearm around Viggo's chest and holds him tight to his own torso as he adds another finger. Sean drags his fingers excruciatingly slowly out - almost all the way - before driving them back in and brushing against Viggo's pleasure center.
Viggo hisses as Sean launches a full out pleasure assault on the small nub inside while his fingers tweak and pull at his nipples sharply, followed by loving caresses. Suddenly he is arching back against Sean begging and pleading to be filled - urgently!
"Soon," whispers Sean.
After teasing Viggo to the brink of orgasm again and again, Sean removes his fingers - despite a mumbled curse from Viggo - and squeezes an ample amount of lube into his hand. He strokes himself till he is fully stiff and only then places the well slicked tip at Viggo's wanting entrance.
Again, Viggo scrambles to find something to hold himself up with, settling with one hand on the washcloth bar and the other on what is probably the hot water knob when he feels Sean penetrate.
Inching along, Sean's cock goes deeper into Viggo until he comes to rest - to the hilt - inside the snug passage. Giving Viggo a moment to relax Sean uses the time to feather his fingers over his lover's abs, and then rests them on the firm erection hanging hard and thick between his legs. Soon though, Sean can't hold still any longer, the feeling of his cock buried deep inside Viggo is driving him wild - not to mention the fact that Viggo is pushing back against Sean with ever increasing pressure.
"Please, Sean,” Viggo demands as he takes one of Sean's fingers into his mouth and begins to suck and mimic oral sex.
Clenching his teeth from the heady sensations coming from every extremity Sean pulls himself out to the very tip, shaking as he goes then drives himself back in, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace until both mens' grunts are indistinguishable from one another.
Matching his thrusts - penis and hand and finger - it doesn't take Sean long to feel the familiar sensation start in his balls and radiate out towards every limb. Thankful for the non-slip bathmat, Sean curls his toes, closes his eyes and lets out a resounding holler that echoes through the bathroom as his cock spills into Viggo.
The sensation washing across Viggo's prostate combined with the ministrations on his weeping member produces the same effect on the older man. His balls tighten; his cock jumps - the head dark purple - and come shoots out, dribbling down towards the drain. He vaguely feels Sean's arms steady him as the Englishman pulls his now flaccid member out and they drop, sitting, to the floor of the tub.
With his legs wrapped around Viggo, they both lay back - Sean's head resting on the tile wall, Viggo's on Sean's chest - they take a moment to regain their composure. "Wow… nice." Sean mumbles towards the ceiling.
"Yeah…"
End
Just a little something from a newbie! Hope you enjoy!
Title: Steam
Author/email: Ellie W aslash2000@yahoo.com (orig. posted under 'Liz')
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: V has been painting and brainstorming, S has been lounging on the couch. It's time to go out for dinner, but they need to shower. Need I say more?
Content/warnings if needed: Rimming, penetration, mostly a pwp
Disclaimers: I do not know/own these people. I do not claim to know what happens in RL. This is a work of fiction and no monies are made from this simple fantasy.
Archive rights: More than Mates, any others please e-mail to aslash2000@yahoo.com
Author's notes: First rps fic I've written. Opinions would be wonderful. Constructive criticism is welcome and only helps improve my writing. (In turn perhaps upping my production level… if wanted.)
Special Thanks: To Cathy for being a great beta!
Sean lay back on the couch, slippered feet propped up on the arm, with a half-filled tumbler in his right hand: scotch on the rocks and the TV remote in his left.
"Useless," he thinks, "nothing worth watching on the box aside from an occasional football match or a good action program." He eventually settles on some late 70's sci-fi program that he's sure he remembers having seen before.
Four o'clock and Sean starts stirring his drink idly with his finger, watching the tiny whirlpool it creates among the ice cubes. He'd made reservations for a 6:30 dinner and both he and Viggo needed to get ready.
"Five more minutes," Sean mumbles, "and then he is going to have to pry himself away from his paintings."
***
"Traveling on the road
as I do often, stopping
seeing
what man has done…"
Viggo pauses, reflecting on his yet unnamed artwork and adds a heavy dark smudge of charcoal. After a minute he takes his palm and rubs the mark outwards creating a black sun.
"No, no.. hmm.." The wording doesn't seem quite right to him.
"Traveling on the road
as I do often, stopping
_knowing_
what man has done…"
"Better." He nods approvingly to himself at the correction and casually reaches behind him blindly feeling for his beer. A clink and a small crash later and his hand wraps around the damp neck of his beverage. Turning around, he surveys the results of the crash: an upended jar filled with dirty paintbrushes and the remaining water now trickling over the lip onto the floor. Viggo makes a small noise of displeasure as he rights the jar before dropping a small rag on the floor and mopping the water with his foot.
Deftly flicking the waterlogged rag off his toe into his hand, he checks the clock on the wall - 4:03
"Probably should find out when dinner is," he thinks as he pulls the string hanging from the ceiling light and turns towards the living room in search of Sean.
***
Sean is reluctantly pulling himself up off the couch when Viggo saunters in - beer in hand - splattered with little drops of paint and a charcoal mark across his forearm. He takes a swig from the bottle before speaking.
"You called about dinner?"
Sean nods stirring his drink again. This time after removing his finger he sticks it slowly into his mouth and languidly licks it clean. Viggo rolls his eyes at Sean's exaggerated gesture. "So, what time?"
"6:30," Sean leaves his scotch on the coffee table and walks into the bedroom, untucking and peeling his grey cotton tee over his head as he goes. Viggo follows, watching the well formed muscles of Sean's back flex and slide as the shirt comes off, not taking his eyes away when the garment gets tossed towards the hamper in the corner. The worn leather slippers are kicked off, one landing half under the bed, the other all the way under. "Shite," Sean curses under his breath.
Sitting down on the bed Viggo drinks his beer just watching while Sean continues to disrobe. Next comes the black running pants, nylon swishing faintly as it slides down over slim hips, revealing hair-trimmed thighs and the toned calves of a seasoned football player. Wearing only his snug boxer-briefs and a thin silver chain around his neck, Sean moves to the bathroom, turns on the tap and fills the basin for a shave.
He runs the hot water over the can of shaving cream to warm it before squirting a dollop of foam into his left hand. Taking his right fingers, Sean drags them through the froth and begins to smear the shaving cream over his bristly cheeks and chin before rinsing his hands off and grabbing the razor. As he's shaving Sean realizes he can watch Viggo now undressing in the bedroom, in the reflection of the mirror.
Viggo's long sleeve shirt is the first thing to go, being crumpled in to a ball and hooked over towards the hamper, hitting the wall and sliding in to the basket. His white tee shirt follows, this time landing half in-half out. Viggo's sparsely haired chest is exposed, distracting Sean from shaving for just a moment. He catches Sean's green eyes in the mirror and wiggles his brows as he coyly tweaks one of his own nipples: the action making Sean turn to face him.
Now that he has Sean's full attention, he takes his time sipping his drink before he goes back to undressing. Finally, Viggo unbuttons his jeans. He drags the zipper down notch-by-notch and then wiggles them down to the floor. As his pants slide down, they pull his boxers a bit showing a creamy span of hip and thigh causing Sean to shiver inadvertently.
Clad only in boxers and a small rope bracelet around his wrist Viggo enters the bathroom and starts the shower. While adjusting the temperature, he feels Sean's hand rest lightly on the swell of his backside.
"You're so warm…" Sean snickers quietly, dips his fingertips in the cooling basin and flicks a small amount of water on Viggo's back. "How 'bout some cold water?"
Viggo grumbles something incoherent - might have been 'asshole' or 'jackass': Sean doesn't know for sure - and goes back to fiddling with the temperature. After a minute, "All set."
Sean dips his razor in the sink one last time, shakes off the excess water and wipes it on the corner of his towel before putting it back in its holder. Stepping away from the sink, he discards his underwear, grabs a washcloth from the towel bar and steps under the jet of steaming water. "Ahh.. Right on Vig." He tilts his head back and lets the water push his short hair back away from his face. "Joinin' me?"
"Just gotta shave first." Viggo's voice is replaced by the constant hum of his electric razor.
In the shower, Sean shampoos and rinses his hair quickly while Viggo shaves. He grabs the bar of soap from the dish and turns it over and over in his hands creating a generous lather to slide up and down his arms, under his armpits and over his chest. Spreading the bubbles down to his abdomen and finally his pubic hair, Sean's soapy hand grabs his soft penis and starts to stroke, caught somewhere between cleaning and the beginnings of masturbating. "Mmm.."
"What's that?" Viggo pauses and the razor stops. Sean hears it click back into the charger but continues stroking. "Hmm?"
Viggo slides the shower curtain back, inhaling the steam deeply, and steps into the stall. "I asked what you…." but he stops when he notices Sean pleasuring himself lazily under the stream of water. “Oh.” Viggo steps in closer and touches his chest to his lovers. "Let me help." Without waiting for an answer - he knows it's yes - Viggo wraps his hand around Sean's and they stroke together.
Sean's foreskin slides up and down, smooth from the lather his and Viggo's hands are making, his sensitive head peeking out on each down stroke. As the tip is revealed, Viggo gently rubs his thumb across the tiny slit in small circles and mixes the pre-come with the existing slickness. Sean lets out low groans each time Viggo's fingers dance across his erection, and soon he feels his hand being pulled down to his sac. Viggo's hand covers his again as he squeezes just enough to blur pleasure and pain.
Letting his fingers wander around Sean's inner thighs, Viggo can feel the exact spot where the skin goes from creamy smoothness to rough with hair: the different textures excite the artist in him. With his hands busy Viggo leans in and begins to nip and suck, alternating between light and hard, on Sean's collarbone and up his neck to his ear.
Sean is grunting loudly over and over again, and Viggo knows he is about to climax. He feels the cock in his hand go rigid, and the balls in his other tighten just as Sean's whole body arches back directly under the shower head filling the Englishman's eyes and mouth with water - he doesn't care - and soon cream covers their hands but is briskly washed away by the cascading water.
"God, Vig…" Sean slumps forward into Viggo's arms, his chest heaving from the exertion, content to have his lover's arms now wrapped solidly around him. Grabbing the soap, Viggo washes Sean's back as he leans into him using his fingers to massage his shoulders, arms and finally lower back. "That's nice."
"Glad to hear it. You're hot when you're spent you know."
"Not spent, recharging." Sean's voice is muffled: his head is still cradled in Viggo's nape. As his breathing slows his fingers begin to stalk tenderly down Viggo's spine, caressing and kneading the muscles till he reaches the rise of Viggo's buttocks. Sean hears Viggo purr in to his ear as his hands slide up and down his sides and leans in to land a searing kiss on his lover’s lips as he turns both of them around so Viggo is now under the flow of water.
His tongue traces the outline of Viggo's lips, hungrily waiting for a small contented sigh to allow entrance to the slightly older man's mouth. Sean pushes into Viggo's mouth, feeling each tooth, nook and cranny and finally wrapping his tongue around the others and drawing another muffled happy sigh.
"Love you, Vig."
"Love you too…"
After a quick, tight embrace, Sean turns Viggo in his arms so he is now facing the wall of the shower. Pushing Viggo's wet hair away from his neck, Sean licks and nips, sucks and bites at his lover's tender nape. He takes his time moving downward, licking across Viggo's shoulder blades, and kissing each vertebra down to the very bottom when he finally ends up squatting back on his heels.
Viggo feels Sean's hands squeeze his hips gently before feeling his thumbs circling around and around all over his backside. Each time Sean gets closer and closer to Viggo's entrance, making him desperate with anticipation. He shivers when Sean's digit finally slides across his hole, and drops his head letting out a whimper.
Seeing Viggo's head fall forward, Sean grabs the moment, spreads his cheeks and darts his tongue over Viggo's entrance back and forth until Viggo can barely stand. His tongue circles and circles all the while making Viggo shiver/whimper/purr with pleasure. When he feels Viggo's legs begin to tremble Sean wraps his arms around his thighs to stabilize him, and drives his tongue into his lover's tight hole.
With a small shout Viggo slams his hands against the shower wall, frantically looking for something to hold on to before he collapses into an ecstasy driven fall. "I got you..." Viggo thinks he hears from behind him.
Only removing one arm from around his lover, Sean reaches out from behind the shower curtain and fumbles around on the vanity before finding what he was searching blindly for - lube. He squeezes the lubrication generously onto his fingers, the whole time still kitten licking Viggo's entrance delighting in the little sounds coming from his lover.
Taking a lube-slicked finger, Sean rests the tip against Viggo and slowly starts to push in as he stands up behind him. Past the ring of muscle and feeling the heat and tightness he loves, Sean twists his finger seeking Viggo's prostate. He wraps a strong muscled forearm around Viggo's chest and holds him tight to his own torso as he adds another finger. Sean drags his fingers excruciatingly slowly out - almost all the way - before driving them back in and brushing against Viggo's pleasure center.
Viggo hisses as Sean launches a full out pleasure assault on the small nub inside while his fingers tweak and pull at his nipples sharply, followed by loving caresses. Suddenly he is arching back against Sean begging and pleading to be filled - urgently!
"Soon," whispers Sean.
After teasing Viggo to the brink of orgasm again and again, Sean removes his fingers - despite a mumbled curse from Viggo - and squeezes an ample amount of lube into his hand. He strokes himself till he is fully stiff and only then places the well slicked tip at Viggo's wanting entrance.
Again, Viggo scrambles to find something to hold himself up with, settling with one hand on the washcloth bar and the other on what is probably the hot water knob when he feels Sean penetrate.
Inching along, Sean's cock goes deeper into Viggo until he comes to rest - to the hilt - inside the snug passage. Giving Viggo a moment to relax Sean uses the time to feather his fingers over his lover's abs, and then rests them on the firm erection hanging hard and thick between his legs. Soon though, Sean can't hold still any longer, the feeling of his cock buried deep inside Viggo is driving him wild - not to mention the fact that Viggo is pushing back against Sean with ever increasing pressure.
"Please, Sean,” Viggo demands as he takes one of Sean's fingers into his mouth and begins to suck and mimic oral sex.
Clenching his teeth from the heady sensations coming from every extremity Sean pulls himself out to the very tip, shaking as he goes then drives himself back in, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace until both mens' grunts are indistinguishable from one another.
Matching his thrusts - penis and hand and finger - it doesn't take Sean long to feel the familiar sensation start in his balls and radiate out towards every limb. Thankful for the non-slip bathmat, Sean curls his toes, closes his eyes and lets out a resounding holler that echoes through the bathroom as his cock spills into Viggo.
The sensation washing across Viggo's prostate combined with the ministrations on his weeping member produces the same effect on the older man. His balls tighten; his cock jumps - the head dark purple - and come shoots out, dribbling down towards the drain. He vaguely feels Sean's arms steady him as the Englishman pulls his now flaccid member out and they drop, sitting, to the floor of the tub.
With his legs wrapped around Viggo, they both lay back - Sean's head resting on the tile wall, Viggo's on Sean's chest - they take a moment to regain their composure. "Wow… nice." Sean mumbles towards the ceiling.
"Yeah…"
End
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Date: 2003-11-27 04:59 pm (UTC)thank you ! Thanksgiving is a bank holiday , right ? i'm so jealous . i wish i could have stayed at home today ... but hey , you can't be reading slash all the time !
"Wow… nice."
my feeling , exactly !
:)
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Date: 2003-11-28 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-28 08:52 pm (UTC)The only thing I would like to be different is the end... feels sort of unfinished to me, just a 'hey good shag', but I'm a known schmoop addict so don't mind me ;)
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Date: 2003-11-29 12:37 am (UTC)Thanks again!
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Date: 2003-11-29 12:38 am (UTC)I do agree with
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Date: 2003-11-29 12:54 am (UTC)Thanks again for the kind words, and btw... love the icon...
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Date: 2003-12-01 02:53 pm (UTC)Absolutely wonderful and utterly hot! *wibbles* By all means, write more!
~Kris
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Date: 2003-12-01 05:48 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for the kind words and the wibbles :) I do hope to write more.. in fact that's what I plan to do with my days off this week. It's high time I get back to writing.
Thanks again! And in the mean time... just imagine this phrase:
He grabbed frantically at Viggo's head, being driven wild by the pace and intensity. He came the moment Viggo turned his green/hazel eyes towards his own and they locked: sending orgasmic shivers throughout Sean's arched body.
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Date: 2003-12-02 03:18 am (UTC)*drool*
MORE!!!
*grin*
~Kris