FIC: Sort of Special Like 2/? (Viggo/Bean, NC-17, kink)

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Title: Sort of Special Like 2/?
Author:padawanhilary and telesilla
Rating: NC-17
Categories: LotRPS (Viggo/Bean)
Archive: please ask first
Warning: D/s, animal role play
Summary: As Viggo gets to know Sean better, he and Sean play with Sean's special kink.
Disclaimers: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Notes: No real puppies, Americans or Yorkshiremen were harmed during the making of this story. Please note, I did get permission to post this here to rugbytackle even though it looks like it's going to the Viggo/Bean/Orli place. We're not yet sure how much of a factor Orli will be, but I thought I better warn people who don't like him coming into their OTP. *g*

Part One






Things ran late and Viggo didn't have a chance to pull Sean aside and ask him how the bites were aging. So tonight, after two days, Viggo really wants to know. He decides he's going to sidle up to Sean and ask him, so he picks a time toward the end of the day and says, "How're those marks?"

"I kept missing them all day," Sean says tiredly. It's true too. He's been surly and off his game all day and he knows Pete's a little fed up with him. He'd kept meaning to pull the director aside and apologize but there never seemed to be time and now here was Viggo giving him grief about it....

Oh fuck, he means the bites, Sean suddenly realizes. "Sorry," he mutters. "I've had a crap day. The bites ... they're brilliant. I was too tired to think last night, but this morning I kept pushing at them while I was taking my shower." That he wanked during that shower is left unsaid.

Viggo smiles and looks down. He said that Sean could come over whenever he wanted to, but he's thinking he might facilitate things. "You want to come over later? For another crappy beer?" He quirks a grin,.

"Confident bastard," Sean grumbles. But he's smiling as he heads toward the last scene of his day.

~ ~ ~ ~

Sean hesitates before knocking on Viggo's door, the bag with the six pack of brown ale in one hand. He almost turns back to his car, unsure if he's pushing too hard by having shoved the woven nylon collar and leash deep into his inside jacket pocket.

Fuck it; I don't have to let him know it's there. Knowing that it's up to him helps and he knocks on the door with a little more confidence.

Viggo opens up, smiling. "Hi." He gestures Sean in and says, "I saved the crappy beer just in case." He looks down at the bag Sean's carrying. "But I guess you took care of that."

"Look if you're that dedicated to your crappy Aussie beer, that's fine with me mate," Sean says, laughing. He follows Viggo into the house and moves toward the kitchen. "I'll be happy to drink this."

Grinning, Viggo shakes his head. "I'm not dedicated to anything. In fact..." He stops Sean midway through the kitchen and takes the paper bag away, setting it on the counter. "I think it's safe to say the beer can get bypassed."

"Yeah?" Sean asks, wondering if his whole worry about the collar and leash is going to be made meaningless by the fact that Viggo won't look in the bag. "What did you have in mind then?"

"Why did you come over here?" Viggo breathes, holding Sean's gaze.

"You invited me," Sean replies, looking a little puzzled.

"That's right," Viggo smiles. "I did, didn't I?" He uncurls the bag and reaches in for two bottles, then turns to pop them open before handing one over. "Have a seat, Sean." He tips his head in the direction of the living room.

"Ta," Sean says, taking the bottle and moving into the living room. He takes a seat on the sofa and raises the bottle. "Thanks for having me over ... I was going fucking mad there today."

"It was crazy, wasn't it." Viggo settles down on the sofa next to Sean, a little closer than necessary. "And your part's heating up." He takes a decent swig of beer and smiles, leaning toward Sean, an elbow on one knee. "So are you really just here 'cause I invited you for bad beer?"

"I"m here because you invited me," Sean says, confident that Viggo will understand the difference.

"You're real big on semantics, aren't you?" Viggo grins. He sets his beer bottle down and plucks Sean's out of his hand, too, and straddles Sean's lap matter-of-factly. Without saying anything more, he slides a hand up into Sean's hair and makes a fist, then tugs Sean's head to the side before sinking his teeth into an existing mark.

"You're the .... fuck!" Sean's voice goes sharp as Viggo abruptly straddles him. "Christ," he adds, his voice husky as Viggo attacks the bite mark.
Unable to help it, he pushes his hips up, trying to rub his sudden erection against some part -- any part -- of Viggo.

Grinning, Viggo holds Sean's hair tightly and looks at him. "I'm the what?" he asks, as though daring Sean to try to think now.

"Poet," Sean manages to get out. "Fuck Viggo ... you move fast."

"No point in wasting time, is there?" Viggo leans down and latches onto Sean's bottom lip, biting it, grinding on it with his teeth. Then he lets go and plunges his tongue into Sean's mouth, making distinct fucking motions.

For a moment all Sean can do is react passively, surrendering his mouth to Viggo's aggressive assault. After a second however, he kisses back like a starving man -- which I am really even though it's only been two days.

That's actually a bit of a relief for Viggo. He moans, rewarding Sean for his candor by reaching down between them and kneading at Sean's cock through his jeans even as he's tightening his hand in Sean's hair, pulling a little.

Shoving enthusiastically into Viggo's hand, Sean moans into the kiss. The hair pulling is good, really fucking good and he tugs a little against Viggo's hand, not trying to get away, just to make Viggo pull harder.

So Viggo does pull harder and then starts to get into Sean's pants, opening up his fly and reaching in--no underwear, he notes with some glee--to pull Sean's cock out carelessly. He gives Sean a few strokes: a slow one, a couple fast ones, a squeeze with no motion, all random.

Viggo's randomness leaves Sean more that a little taken aback. There's no way to really respond and in the end all he can do is sit there and moan.
He likes the unpredictability even as it drives him crazy and he wonders how else Viggo will surprise him.

Viggo pulls back to look at Sean again, grinning. "Should I mark all the marks again? They'll be darker this time. Hurt more." He pauses and glances up and away, thinking. "Any problems with breaking skin?"

"With your teeth?" Sean asks when he can talk again. Jesus if he keeps saying stuff like that I'm going to die from lack of breath. "Or do you have one of your knives stashed away?" He's never been cut before but he can easily imagine Viggo taking him to a place where he'd want it. Not right away though.

"Yeah with my teeth," Viggo grins, making a puzzled face, and then it hits him, the other option. His grin fades a little and he looks at Sean for a beat, just looks. Then he lunges down for another hard, hungry kiss, growling into it.

I think it's possible he liked that idea, Sean thinks, wondering what it is that makes him keep giving things away to Viggo so easily. I'm too easy for him, he thinks desperately.

Pulling back, Viggo breathes, "You never said if there was a problem with breaking skin." He pulls in a breath and finishes, "With teeth."

"Uh .... fuck you want me to think?" Sean says laughing a little shakily.
"Yeah ... yeah it's OK. Been tested and all that. Don't have rabies."
OK that were a really really fucking stupid thing to say.

"Shit." Viggo laughs and nuzzles into Sean's neck. "You're fantastic." He bites again, re-marking old territory, and then switches sides and does it there, too. He can't wait to get to Sean's back again.

"Oh fuck ... you ... fuck you are too," Sean gasps out. Each bite hurts like fucking hell and he keeps whimpering, which is an absurd noise for a grown man to make. Not that Sean gives a damn at this point.

"I want to keep these going," Viggo says. He bites again and adds, "come back day after tomorrow and I'll do them again." Then he sinks his teeth into another mark, ensuring its longevity for several more days.

"For ... for how long?" Sean asks, unable to help thinking of how the collar would feel against the marks. Maybe when I go home I'll put it on.

"For... however long." Viggo can't specify a time period now because he can't see past right this minute with Sean's skin under his mouth. He slides his lips to Sean's shoulder, shoving his shirt collar aside, and latches on again.

As Sean shrugs out of his jacket, it falls open and the end of the leash -- the dark green nylon looped handle -- flops out of the inner pocket, clearly visible. Sean can feel his face go hot as he desperately wishes that the sofa would swallow him and send him where the spare change goes.

Viggo doesn't notice at first but Sean's stillness makes him wonder, then look. He goes very still, trying to decide how to handle this. "Sean," he says after a long moment, and then has to decide how to carry on. Was that on purpose? and Is that a leash? and Jesus fucking Christ are you serious? all seem equally inane, so he says, "Get on the floor." He gets off of Sean's lap and sits on the couch as though Sean didn't just wordlessly call himself a dog in Viggo's presence.

Still incredibly embarrassed and not really sure why he stuffed the leash and collar in his pocket, Sean obeys. Embarrassed yeah, he thinks.

But still fucking hard, damn him. He tries not to glare at Viggo as he sits on the floor -- no going to hands and knees yet, not while he's still dressed -- because really this isn't exactly Viggo's fault.

Keeping his expression calm, Viggo leans his elbows onto his knees and murmurs, "I guess we know what you were thinking about tonight."

"Weren't sure," Sean mutters. That much is true, however much Viggo may or may not believe it. It was really just a whim that made him put the leash and collar in his pocket. It remains to be seen if it was a good whim or not.

Viggo tilts his head and looks at Sean, smiling faintly. He hadn't thought he was that close to getting in there, really. "That's actually pretty encouraging, Sean."

"How so?" Sean asks, a little taken aback by Viggo's statement. It's odd how even though Viggo's being very relaxed about this, Sean still knows who's in charge of this encounter.

"I didn't think I'd get there this quickly." Viggo almost shrugs, but he doesn't want to devalue the importance of this. Then he amends, "I don't suppose I'm there yet." He's taking in Sean's posture and his apparent carelessness, now. Something'll have to be done about that.

"I'm not sure where 'there' is," Sean admits. "Right now ... it feels like limbo." He looks down at the ground and wonders if Viggo will want more.

Crouching down in front of Sean, Viggo ducks his head down to make eye contact and says calmly, "Get your clothes off. Then I want you on your knees and elbows."

Sean has to catch his breath at the way Viggo looks him in the eye and speaks so matter-of-factly. He lowers his gaze as the jacket and then his shirt come off. It's not easy to get out of his jeans while on his knees but he manages, kicking his trainers off before wriggling out of the worn old jeans.

And then, taking a deep breath, he presents down, sliding his knees apart and wondering why this is more humiliating on the floor than on the bed.

"Good," Viggo murmurs. He can see how hard this is for Sean. That makes it all the better, really. He's starting to feel the heat and importance behind Sean's submission, and he's getting attached to it. Probably more than he should.

"Now turn your head," Viggo goes on, cradling Sean's head and tilting it so his cheek is down on his arms, "and then put your hands behind your back."

As Sean obeys, he whimpers just a little, nothing more than a tiny needy exhalation of breath really. This is good ... so fucking good. Maybe too fucking good.

After taking a minute to assess Sean's position, Viggo gets up and moves to where the jacket lies discarded. He tugs the leash out of it, being very deliberate about his movements, taking care to make sure Sean can hear what he's doing. He clicks the clasp on the end of the leash and watches Sean for a reaction.

This time Sean's whimper is a little more ... well canine. He's not so far gone as to wriggle his arse, or pant, but he knows that if Viggo pushes he'll go there. And that's frightening because it's been too easy for Viggo, as if Sean were ripe for it and just fell into Viggo's hand with the slightest tug.

Viggo takes the leash and coils it around his hand, wrapping it slowly and carefully, sliding the webbing through his hand, again so Sean can hear it. He leans down and sets the coil near Sean's head, hopefully within eyesight but if not, Sean, Viggo figures, will know it's there.

Then he takes the jacket up again and reaches in--yes. He'd thought there was something else in there. The collar seems weightier though, too important to lay out like this, so for the moment he sets it on the coffee table.

"What can you do," Viggo asks quietly, "to earn that leash?"

There's no doubt about it, the sound Sean makes now is a puppy's whine. He can't even think, even though he's dimly aware that this probably exactly where Viggo wanted him and he's not sure how that makes him feel. He whines again, a hopeful noise and inches his head a little toward where Viggo is standing.

"Good boy," Viggo breathes. He can almost see the slide Sean's gone into, and it's fantastic. He bends down and runs his fingers through Sean's hair. "Good boy."

Sean once tried to explain this to someone who didn't understand what happened to him in this space. There's always a small part of his mind that knows he's Sean Bean, actor and general all around bloke, but what it all comes down to is not caring about that. And as Sean eagerly pushes up into Viggo's hand, hoping he'll be collared soon, he doesn't care to be anywhere but here.

Smiling his faint smile, Viggo crouches down again and pets Sean a little more. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, boy?" he asks softly. "What a good boy you are." He continues in this vein for a minute, just encouraging that place Sean's gone into while he thinks of what else to do with it.

No longer sure why his arms are behind his back, Sean brings them down to the ground and pushes up to nuzzle into Viggo's hand and against his leg.

But Viggo knows why Sean's arms were behind his back, and his hand goes from petting Sean's hair to gripping the back of his neck. "No," he says firmly, and crouches down to reposition Sean again, shoulders on the floor, hands at the small of his back.

With a resigned little sigh, Sean puts his hands back. In spite of wanting to be closer to Viggo, he really does appreciate Viggo's willingness to be firm. Like a firm hand, I do.

"Good boy." Viggo holds Sean there a moment, then lets up, standing again. Then he waits. He wants to make sure Sean isn't going to get up again, so he remains still where he's standing for a moment, then sits on the couch, still keeping a close eye on the pet.

Wriggling a little, although remaining in the position Viggo put him in, Sean hopes desperately that Viggo will approve of him. It's becoming more and more important and while he is vaguely aware that part of that is his headspace, he also knows that part of it is just Viggo himself.

Viggo manages to make himself wait a passable amount of time, then he slaps his thigh and croons, "Good boy! Come here."

Smiling widely, Sean scrambles up onto the sofa, putting his hands on Viggo's thighs and nuzzling Viggo's chest, happy to have been called.

Grinning back, Viggo cards his fingers through Sean's hair, petting him much like he would a large dog. He's startled all at once that they're here, doing this, right now.

"Good boy," he murmurs again, and tugs Sean close, burying his face in Sean's neck.

Panting a little, Sean squirms further into Viggo's lap, one of his hands brushing Viggo's erection casually.

"Mm." Viggo shifts his hips up and pulls Sean over him, and then, even though he doesn't have the same headspace Sean does, he can definitely join the play. He holds Sean close briefly, then nuzzles into his neck again and bites firmly, holding it.

Whimpering, Sean tilts his head out of the way in as submissive a gesture as he can manage. Want it ... need it ... please please please....

"Like that, boy?" Viggo breathes, moving his mouth just a bit and biting again, and then again. He's made a small row of them before he murmurs, "Down," and snaps his fingers, pointing at the floor.

Sean's whine sounds a little disappointed as he moves off Viggo's lap. Once he gets to the floor he's not sure what position to be in and so he goes to knees and elbows and nuzzles Viggo's feet.

But Viggo doesn't stay on the couch; he gets down right away and shoves Sean to his back, immediately straddling him and bending down to bite his neck again, this time from a far more dominant position.

Squirming under Viggo, Sean once more tilts his head aside to let Viggo at his throat. He's never played with anyone who acted like an alpha male dog before and he wonders how far Viggo will go with it.

Viggo keeps biting, letting out soft groaning noises as he does it. He makes another row and then leans up and takes the collar from the table. "Be still." He slips the collar around Sean's neck and buckles it.

Sean can feel the tension he was carrying leave him; even in this headspace he worried that Viggo would think it all too weird. But now that he knows Viggo isn't going to think it strange, he grins widely up at Viggo only just remembering that Viggo told him to be still. Otherwise I'd be licking his hand.

"Good," Viggo tells him. He leans forward and takes up the leash and clips it on, then shifts off of Sean and stands. "Come," he orders, shaking the leash and waiting for Sean to turn over.

Rolling over, Sean gets onto his hands and knees easily, making sure he doesn't get tangled in the lead. He leans forward and nuzzles Viggo's calf eagerly, making a little barking noise in the back of this throat.

God, he's perfect. Viggo leads Sean to the bedroom, then stops at the foot of the bed. Pointing to it, he says, "Only when I tell you." He crouches down in front of Sean to look him in the eye.

Pets don't use furniture unless told to. It's one of the first things Sean learned when he stated playing like this and he nods his head eagerly and then leans forward and licks Viggo's face.

Viggo can't help but laugh. He pushes Sean back from him a bit by the shoulders and looks at him, grinning. "Good boy," he murmurs. He's being repetitive, he knows, but that's the way of training pets. He scrubs his fingers through the hair at the back of Sean's head. "Do you want to come up into the bed with me?"

Once more Sean nods his head, enjoying the good warm feeling at being told he's a good boy. He understands, he thinks as he looks at Viggo with big eyes.

So Viggo tilts to one side and gets up. Holding the leash up and giving Sean enough slack to do it, he pats the bed and says "Up."

Although Sean's not the world's most graceful man, he usually manages to imbue his movements with a certain sense of presence. None of that is evident as he scrambles up on the bed, seemingly all knees and elbows. Once there he crouches a little, looking at Viggo.

Walking around the bed to the head of it, Viggo loops the end of the leash over the bedpost and gives Sean a look. "Stay," he says firmly but quietly, and starts to undress, tugging off his shirt and setting it aside, unzipping his jeans... he's not moving particularly fast and he's not paying much attention to Sean at the moment.

Fussing a little as Viggo seems to be taking forever to get undressed, Sean bends and takes the leash in his teeth and tugs at it a little.

Viggo's immediately right there. He swats Sean's arse sharply and then grabs the back of his neck in a firm grip. "No," he admonishes, giving Sean a dark look.

With a little whine Sean lowers himself to the bed and only looks up at Viggo after a moment. He wriggles a little and tries to look sorry.

Viggo has to turn away to hide the grin, and he figures he did a crappy job of it. When he turns back, he points to the leash handle on the headboard and says as firmly as he can manage, "That stays there. Stay." He looks at Sean a minute longer and then turns to the nightstand to get out the preparatory stuff, because he isn't going to want to bother with it after he's worked Sean's bites over again.

With a contrite little whimper, Sean settles down to wait. Watching Viggo get the supplies out and knowing what's in store makes him very aware of his erection and he shifts a little until he can rub it against the bed covers.

Leaning over, Viggo swats Sean's rump again. "No. Bad dog. No rubbing." For good measure, he leans over and deliberately bites in a place he hasn't bitten before, the cap of one shoulder, offsetting the pattern of bruises and giving Sean something to think about Viggo lubes up his fingers and gets on the bed.

Oh and biting me shoulder is gonna stop me from rubbing? Sean can't help think. It's too complex a thought and he struggles to get back into the right space, arranging himself on the bed so that Viggo can get at him easily.

Viggo rubs his fingers over the new bite. He's trying to find a way to distill his thoughts down to something Sean can get without having to do a lot of mental gymnastics. "No rubbing," he finally says, pressing on the bite with his thumb, "I spoiled your pretty marks to punish you, boy."

That hurts more than the mark did and Sean gives a sad little whimper as he lowers his head to the bed. No more rubbing he thinks, knowing damn well that he'll forget the rule soon enough, just like he always does in this space.

And now it's all Viggo can do not to cuddle Sean to him, but pets have to learn, and it'll only be a moment before he can move on. For now, he thrusts slick fingers brusquely into Sean, two of them right off, twisting and rubbing.

Sean gives a little yelp but it's more one of surprise than pain or anger. He wriggles a little and pushes back against Viggo's hand.

Viggo doesn't mind that. In fact, he encourages it. "Come on, boy," he murmurs, gripping Sean's hip and tugging him back. "Like that? Good boy."

The noise Sean makes now can only be described as a happy bark, and he moves with Viggo's direction, spreading his legs. It's hard to be still and while he manages not to drop down and rub on the bed, he squirms a little.

Viggo finishes up the prep quickly enough, leaving off before Sean's really stretched well. He's impatient. He rips the condom open and puts it on quickly, drizzling more lube over it and then all but tossing the lube and wrapper aside.

"Good boy," he says again, nuzzling one of the old bruises, and then pushes his way into Sean in one good, solid thrust.

This time Sean's yelp is about pain, but he follows it up with a hungry growl and shoves back hard on Viggo's cock. He wants to get fucked now and the puppyish identity begins to merge with that of the man as Sean growls and pushes back again.

"Yeah," Viggo breathes, pulling back just enough to push in again hard. The rhythm he sets up is slow but far from gentle; he's fucking Sean hard enough that Viggo knows not only will Sean hurt from it, Viggo himself will, too, just from the way his hips are striking Sean's ass.

With a greedy little whine, Sean manages to match Viggo's brutal pace. It's hard and it hurts and it's everything that Sean's wanted from Viggo and more. I'll be sore for days, he thinks. Aching just from this, never mind the bites. He whines again; this time it's a desperate pleading sound because he's realized just how close to an orgasm he is.

Jesus, just the noises Sean's letting out are driving Viggo crazy. He wants to hear more of them--would love it, in fact, if Sean could just last indefinitely--but quickly realizes he's not going to last much longer himself. Groaning raggedly, Viggo grips Sean's cock and fucks him all the harder, laying his other hand on Sean's shoulder and yanking him back as he thrusts.

"Come on," he breathes. "Come, Sean. Come now."

With a loud howl, Sean obeys, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he comes. It's good enough to make his vision go a little grey around the edges and he realizes that he could very easily become utterly addicted to sex with Viggo.

Viggo waits as long as he can; he almost has to stop moving to hold back but Sean's cry ends up being the thing that does him in. He sinks his teeth into Sean's shoulder and comes and comes and fucking comes, driving in hard. By the end of it he's not even drawing back anymore, just shoving forward over and over.

Letting out a harsh groan against Sean's skin, he lets go and relaxes. "Fuck," he whispers. "Fuck, Sean."

All Sean can do is pant, deep gasps for air as he tries to figure out which end is up and why he can't just curl up and fall asleep with Viggo. But no, he should say something or at least acknowledge Viggo in some way. Still panting, he turns his head and nuzzles against the nearest bit of Viggo he can reach.

Viggo presses a light kiss to Sean's shoulder and pulls back just enough to secure the condom before getting off. He chucks the condom somewhere near a trash can, yanks the loop of the leash off the bedpost and all but falls to the bed, tugging Sean down next to him.

"Good boy," he says yet again, toying with the end of the leash. He isn't sure where Sean is after all that; maybe he's still in that space. Maybe he's slid out of it now, or will any minute. Viggo finds himself enjoying a little presumption: he already can't wait till next time.

If Sean had a tail, he'd be wagging it in a tired sort of way now, but as he lacks one, he settles for burrowing in against Viggo's chest and sighing happily. At some point he'll come all the way back but before he does, he hopes to get more praise.

Without realizing it, Viggo's still talking in a pet-owner way. "Aren't you a good dog," he murmurs. He digs his fingers into Sean's hair, rubbing at his scalp, massaging. "Such a good pet, easy to train. Obedient." He wants to ask Sean to come again tomorrow and the next day and the day after but he figures that can wait till Sean pulls out of this space he's in.

Sean wriggles happily and licks at Viggo's chest taking in the taste of the man's sweat and skin. He knows he needs to come out of role now, but it's been so long since he's been able to just let go like this and he wants to enjoy the feeling as long as he can.

Smiling, Viggo tugs Sean closer over him and licks along his throat. "Like this, huh boy? Having fun?"

Viggo thinks it's probably better not to speak too much; Sean was down pretty deep, and coming out of it should be slow and easy. He keeps stroking Sean's hair, pressing little kisses to his forehead and cheeks.

Nuzzling into Viggo's face feels right to both Sean the puppy and Sean the man who's found a lover he'd like to be with for a while. "Thank you," he finally says. "Needed that but was afraid to ask for it."

"Mm," Viggo nods. "Don't have to ask now, though, do you. You can just bring me the collar." He smiles.

Feeling oddly shy for a man who's just been treated like a puppy, Sean bites his lip. "Or I could just ... well I have more, so I could just leave this one here and whenever you wanted to do that...." It's too much to ask for and his voice trails off as his face gets hot.

Viggo gets it. He nods thoughtfully, still toying absently with Sean's hair. "Yeah, that's a good idea. So I can just give you a call when I want to play." Of course, he realizes, it's a hell of a lot to ask for, but a lot less to submit to.

"Please," Sean says. "Doesn't just have to be the puppy thing," he adds. "I can let you know if there's a chance I might not be available." He hopes Viggo understands what Sean's offering. Maybe he'll demand that my time be his, he thinks, feeling more than a little greedy.

"Why don't we do this," Viggo murmurs, climbing up over Sean and pinning him down. "I think if you want to play like this again, you'll come when I call." He smiles coolly. "Like a good dog."

"Like your good dog?" Sean asks. There I am with the semantics again. And giving him so much, so fast.

Viggo raises an eyebrow. "Alright." He nods slowly. "My good dog." He carries it a step further, thinking there's not much stretch here anymore, just Sean being willing. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you be 'available' to others."

"Oh God," Sean says with a little moan, and then ducks his head. He's still in a place where he's likely to act like a puppy and blurt things out without thinking. "I mean ... I'll try to be a good boy."

"You will be," Viggo smiles. "I think you'll do fine."



tbc

Comments

[ladybluelove.livejournal.com]

Damn!...I mean...good boy!
I was speechless by the time I was done reading, your writing is very vivid...I wanted to rub Sean's belly and lick Viggo all over...damn!

more please. ~lbl~

Is it ok to save your story to my LJ memories...or not?

[angiepen.livejournal.com]

Wheee, two in a row! :D This is great -- I have a weakness for puppy play, and you do Sean in that role amazingly well. It's not something I'd have thought of for him, but it works for me the way you have it.

Angie

[drachekatze.livejournal.com]

Hot damn. Love finding stuff like this when I'm catching up on my friends page. Beautifully done, both parts, and just...guh. Love puppy play, especially with these two when it's done so well.