rugbytackle | FIC: Sort of Special Like 3/? (Viggo/Bean/Orli, NC-17, kink)

Title: Sort of Special Like 3/?
Author:

telesilla
Rating: NC-17
Categories: LotRPS (Viggo/Bean/Orli)
Archive: please ask first
Warning: D/s, animal role play
Summary: Orlando overhears Viggo talking to the puppy, and wants to know what's going on. He finds out.
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: The PuppyVerse just got more gratuitous thanks to

dragonkal bringing Orli into it. Be afraid. Or you know, not.

Part One
Part Two

It's been a good day for Sean -- they've all been good days this week -- and Pete even mentions it after the shooting is done for the day. "Whatever routine you have going," the director says, "keep it up."

"Uh, thanks," Sean replies with a little grin. He escapes without saying anything that will give himself away, but as soon as he sees Viggo he can't help laughing.

"Pete says I'm to keep up my routine," he says to Viggo, his voice a little too enthusiastic as he resists the urge to wriggle in a very un-Boromir fashion.

Smiling, Viggo looks Sean over subtly; he recognizes that little shiver, and it makes him want Sean pretty badly. "Is that what he says?" he asks lightly. "I think you should, too." Tilting his head, Viggo smiles and steps closer. "I think you should come to my place tonight. I've got some special treats for a good puppy-dog." He pulls back to look at Sean, and strokes a hand over his hair, looking for all the world like a strand was out of place and needed tucking away.

Nuzzling into Viggo's hand, Sean licks at his fingers just a little even though they're in a space that's a little too public for this sort of thing. It's a touchy-feely cast, Sean tells himself as a justification for his behavior, although really it's all about those damn half gloves of Aragorn's. Sean growls a little and nips at the leather, suddenly wanting to rub his face all over the gloves and then curl up on the bed and chew them for a while.

"Mmm." Viggo smiles slowly. "Looks like puppy's already found a treat. I'll see if I can secure an extra pair of these. Maybe she has one that needs breaking in." He pats Sean's hair, scrubbing at it, mindful of the wig-work. "Come over tonight. I bought you some things." He drops his hand, giving Sean another smile, a little too smitten with the way Sean looks right now to just walk away.

Orlando is headed from one set to another, bow in hand, and about the time he realizes he's not the only one who knows this shortcut, he hears something he just can't walk away from. First off, it would be dishonest, sneaking off as if he hadn't heard, and second -- well, mostly, really, it's the fervent if somewhat naive hope that the other two men just might be willing to explain.

"Hi," he says awkwardly, lifting a hand in a familiar little wave. He makes as if to continue walking, just in case they don't stop him.

"Oh fuck," Sean mutters, pulling back from Viggo. At least it's not Dom or Billy, he thinks. Orlando's a little less likely to tease him and Viggo mercilessly, and right now that's the best Sean can hope for. "Hi," he says to Orli, feeling a little stupid at the subdued greeting. He looks at Viggo, hoping Viggo can handle this better.

Viggo can, indeed, handle this, though better, he supposes, will be in the eye of the beholder. He smiles broadly at Orlando; he isn't even going to pretend Orli didn't hear what he thought he heard.

"Hello, Orlando," he greets warmly. "Looks like we're busted, hm?" He extends an arm and tugs Orli close, hugging him around the shoulders. "It could be a good thing, though." His smile turns sly, and he's watching Sean carefully.

Pleased that he hasn't sent Vig and Bean into utter panic, Orli smiles at Viggo. "It's not like I'm going to tell anyone," he assures. "Or even if I did, that anyone would believe it. And I certainly don't mind it, so." He gives a little shrug, realizing that there's quite a distance between wishing interesting, kinky situations would fall into his lap and knowing how to deal with them.

Could be a good thing? Sean thinks, looking at Viggo with a little concern. It's not that Sean doesn't trust Orli, it's more that he's never really thought of Orlando in this context. Oh he's noticed Orli; the boy's inhumanly gorgeous, who wouldn't notice him? But Sean tends to want lovers who will be able to top him if not actually dominate him and Orlando doesn't strike him as the type.

Then again, he thinks, Viggo notices a lot more than I do. If I'm not sure of Orli, I am sure of Viggo.

"Orlando," Viggo says warmly, shaking Orli's shoulders, "how'd you like to come over tonight? Say, eight? You can help me with some...obedience training." He grins at Orlando, then at Sean. "PJ thinks Sean should keep it up."

Viggo knows what he's doing, Sean tells himself again. It'll be alright. But he still can't look at Orli, and the gaze he has fixed on Viggo conveys a combination of nervousness and hunger.

"Yeah?" Orli grins, looking at Viggo and then glancing over at Sean. "Sure, I mean, if I can be of help, then by all means." Obedience training...well, that shouldn't be too difficult. I imagine I can guess what needs to be done.

"I think you can definitely be of help," Viggo murmurs, and kisses Orli's cheek. He lingers there longer than necessary and then glances at Sean.

It's more than a little hot watching Viggo kiss another man, and Sean looks for a moment before lowering his eyes. "If Viggo's alright with it," he says, "so'm I." Realizing that his words sounds less than enthusiastic, he looks up and smiles at Orli. "More than alright."

"Well, I'm alright with it, so that makes three of us," Orli grins, and impishly presses a quick kiss to Viggo's lips. "Shall we go, then?"

"Let's get out of costume, first," Viggo teases, nudging Orli with his shoulder. "Eager boy." He glances at Sean. "Two eager boys. I'm gonna have my hands full, aren't I?"

"I know how to behave," Sean says, with a smile. The puppy may not know how, he thinks, but Viggo can handle that.

"Good boy," Orli tells Sean in a high-pitched, hyper dog-owner voice, then slings his arms around Viggo all over again and plants a big sloppy kiss on Viggo's cheek. He knows he's being forward, but that's the only way to be around here; it's the only way to lead yourself into adventure, and this one looks like it's well worth getting into.

Sean can't help growling just a little; while he does think it's hot to see Orli and Viggo in a clinch, the puppy side of his brain isn't to happy about the other person slobbering all over Sean's Person.

"Down, boy," Viggo laughs, setting Orli a little away from him. He shoots Sean an approving look. "Hm," he murmurs, almost to himself, "Protective."

In spite of the fact that Viggo doesn't look upset, Sean feels a little bad for overreacting. Damnit, I need to not be so possessive. It's not jealousy exactly; Sean is more than a little excited about Orli joining them. He just wants Orli to know where he fits in.

Holding Sean's gaze, Viggo murmurs, "Good boy." He reaches over and cups the back of Sean's neck and shakes gently, as he would rub the scruff of a big dog's neck. Then he looks at Orlando again and nods. "Give us a few minutes before you come over."

"Sure," Orli chirps, bouncing on his toes a little. "Ring my mobile when you're ready?"

* * * *

It's Viggo who rings the mobile, but not until he and Sean have had a moment alone, something Viggo's decided Sean might need without realizing it. He goes to Sean in the flat's little kitchen, tugging a lock of hair playfully.

"Everything alright, puppy dog?" he asks lightly, smiling. He's not teasing, not by any stretch--this would be the wrong thing to tease about. His eyes reflect real fondness and affection, and maybe a little concern. He doesn't want Sean doing anything they are not ready for.

"Yeah," Sean says, nuzzling into Viggo's fingers a bit but resisting the urge to go any deeper into the role just yet. "Was a little worried, but if you think we can work Orli in," and here he grins. "Well, he's terribly pretty, and he's a good guy too."

"I'm not sure how he'll work in," Viggo murmurs honestly, petting Sean, "but even if he watches...I know you can handle it. You'll do fine." And that last is less an affirmation and a little more of an order, accompanied by a bit of tensing of Viggo's hand on Sean's cheek. A warning. "Hate to have to bring out the newspaper while a guest is here."

"I'll be good," Sean promises. "Do you want...is there any formality you want when he's here?" Do you want me to be your sub, or your puppy or what? But Sean doesn't know how to ask that and so he hopes that Viggo will understand his question.

Viggo thinks about that, thinks about what Sean might mean by it. "Let's not confuse things too much," he says after a moment. "I don't want you to be switching up and down; just stay down and stay quiet, and that way there won't be anything throwing you out of headspace." He lowers his head and looks up at Sean with his eyes. "Work for you?"

"I think I can do that," Sean says, frowning a little. He's still not sure if Viggo wants the puppy or not but considering that Orli knows about the puppy, he decides that he can risk it. With a rough little growl, he nuzzles Viggo's hand harder, looking at him hopefully. "Collar?"

"Collar," Viggo nods, pleased. "Good boy. Fetch."

They keep the collar at Viggo's place now; in fact, they seem to be keeping Sean at Viggo's place, which is just fine with Sean. He gives Viggo a big grin and heads for the bedroom, pulling his shirt off as he goes. Because Orli's going to be there, he leaves his pants on, but he removes his shoes and socks before picking up the collar with his mouth. Crawling back into the kitchen, he sits up and looks at Viggo with bright eyes.

Viggo smiles, ruffling Sean's hair. "Good boy." He takes the collar and situates it around Sean's neck, then buckles it. Then, after studying Sean for a moment and looking as though he's making up his mind, he reaches into a back pocket and pulls out a small gunmetal lock. The key's already inserted in it, so he snaps it open and shows it to Sean in an extended hand.

"Please," Sean says, knowing this needs words. "Please Viggo. It would mean a lot to me." And it would, it does mean the world to Sean right now. A weight he didn't even know he was carrying seems to lift off his shoulders and suddenly he can't wait for Orli to show up.

Closing his eyes briefly, Viggo nods. There's no small relief for him, too; he'd been afraid it was too soon for this. But now it's right and easy to snap the lock into place, withdraw the key, and affix it to the silver chain he already has around his neck. He strokes Sean's hair and cups his jaw, immeasurably pleased. "Good boy," he whispers, far more seriously than he has till now.

This time the noise Sean makes is more a bark than a whimper and he pushes his chin into Viggo's hand. "Thank you," he manages to say, and then he's down on all fours, nuzzling his face against Viggo's ankle and wriggling a little.

It's always going to be a very special thrill to see Sean down on the floor like that. Smiling, Viggo leans over and reaches for the phone. "I think it's time to ring Orlando."

Sean just smiles and moves into the living room, where he settles down on the floor near the sofa. Viggo tends to pace when on the phone and after almost tripping him more than once, Sean's learned to stay out of the way.

Sean's still curled up on the floor when he hears Orli knocking at the door. He'd been half dozing, enjoying the warmth of the room and the way Viggo was humming while he looked over some script changes, but the sound of the knock wakes him up. You can back out, he tells himself, but as he nudges Viggo's foot, he knows he won't.

"Good boy," Viggo smiles, running his fingers through Sean's hair as he gets up to get the door.

"Orlando," he greets with a small nod, smiling. He gestures Orli in and tips his head toward Sean. "He's ready to get started, as you can tell."

"Brilliant," Orli grins. He gives Viggo a quick, close hug, then looks down at Sean. "There's a good boy," he says in his best puppy-attracting voice, bending his knees a little just as he would to address a real dog. He's just a little nervous about this, but he figures if he starts out this brash and it backfires, they can all get it clear and have a good laugh and be done with it. And if this is just what they want, well then. No point in heading into it slowly.

Sean looks at Orlando for a long moment, not sure if Orli's laughing at him or not. But there's no hint of mockery in Orli's dark eyes, and so Sean leans forward to nuzzle cautiously at Orlando's fingers.

"He's not used to you," Viggo explains, watching. "He'll get that way, though, won't you, boy?" He scratches at the hair at Sean's nape, petting him for a moment. "Be nice," he warns gently. Then he adds to Orlando, "He's very affectionate, but he loves to play rough, too." He cocks Orli a lopsided grin and chomps his teeth.

"Aw, that's all right," Orli grins. "Just gets overexcited, yeah?" He extends his hand toward Sean, palm-up; so far, it's working brilliantly to treat Sean just like a dog -- a shepherd of some sort, Orli imagines, or maybe a great big shaggy Labrador -- and so he figures he'll just keep on that way till something clicks or they tell him to sod off.

It's easier now, and Sean is slipping into the space where he can still understand what people are saying, but just not care. If something is said that he needs to pay attention to, he'll respond, but other than that, he's happy enough to just let all the "people stuff' go.

Sean nuzzles Orli's palm a little more enthusiastically and then looks up at Viggo, wriggling a little before returning to his exploration of Orli's fingers. This time, he uses his tongue.

"There," Viggo murmurs approvingly, squeezing Orlando's shoulder. "See, just took him a minute." He draws back a bit, content to let the puppy and the boy explore each other, whatever that might mean. "Want a beer?"

"Sure," Orli agrees, squatting down to meet Sean on his level. "There you go, that's a good boy," he coos, reaching out to stroke Sean's head, moving slowly and hesitating at the last minute just as he would with a real dog, wanting to make sure his attentions won't merit getting snapped at.

Feeling much more relaxed, Sean butts his head into Orlando's hand, seeking a firmer stroke than the one Orli's giving him now. Not bloody made of glass here, he thinks.

"He's getting impatient," Viggo grins on his way back from the kitchen. "He wants to play." He hands off both beer bottles to Orlando and kneels down, then just tackles Sean into the floor, laughing and biting his ear.

Growling Sean rolls with Viggo, fighting for dominance just a little. Normally he would just roll over on his back right away, or wrestle a little while making it sure he knows who the alpha is, but with Orli there, he's feeling a need to both show off and be put in his place.

"Oh!" Orli exclaims with a laugh, backing up a step to give man and dog plenty of room. "He's feisty!" Feisty, and every inch a dog. Orlando's absolutely sure now that he's going to have no trouble at all fitting into this scene. He can see that this kind of roughhousing is the domain of the master, though, and he's content to just watch and grin until they're through.

In the small battle for dominance, Viggo mostly allows Sean his play--until Sean's teeth flash out and catch him on the shoulder. Not hard, and nothing painful, either, but not something Viggo wants to let become habit. He cuffs Sean across the face firmly enough to get his point across and says, "No." Then he presses Sean's cheek to the floor, one hand splayed over the side of his face hard, and says, "Bad dog." He holds Sean there a moment, asserting his dominance, and then slowly lets up. "No biting," he adds, much more mildly.

With a little whine, Sean waits until Viggo lets up before rolling over on his back. He looks up at Viggo apologetically and squirms just a little. If this were a regular scene in the context of more normal D/s, he'd need to speak, but here, he's certain Viggo will catch his meaning.

Viggo softens, unable to help it. "Okay," he says quietly. "It's okay." He pets Sean's chest and looks up at Orlando. "If he bites you, you swat him. He's not supposed to do that." His look turns a little sly. "Unless I tell him to."

"Right," Orlando grins, bouncing a little. "What's his name?"

"Sean," Viggo grins back. He's pleased with the way Orlando's going into this, but has to wonder if it's going to be strange to get all the way in. "He knows some good tricks, too. Have a seat." He indicates the couch, and once Orli's sitting comfortably, Viggo points to Orlando and tells Sean, "Lick."

And if it's too strange, we'll find out very quickly here.

Crawling over to the sofa, Sean nuzzles Orli's knee briefly before slowly licking his way up the leg of Orli's jeans. If this were Viggo, he'd be more direct, but if Orlando's going to freak out, it'll happen right about now.

Viggo moves closer, but not too close. He watches Orli, trying to anticipate whether he should pull Sean back now.

Orli gives a startled little laugh, but it's more out of unfamiliarity than any kind of disinterest -- and the bulge Sean's working his way toward should dispel any further concern that Orli doesn't dig it. "I should've known you'd have a very well-trained dog," he tells Viggo, sucking in a breath and giving a short full-body arch that does little more than raise his heels up off the floor but shifts the tension around in all the right ways as Sean's tongue laps higher and higher.

When Sean reaches the top button on Orlando's jeans, he tugs a little, dimly pleased that the jeans are worn and that the buttons pull out of the button holes easily. Mostly, however, he's concerned with reaching his goal, and he growls a little once he sees that Orlando's not wearing underwear. Smells good...want it now.

"Go on, boy," Viggo encourages, and finally takes a seat next to Orli. He grins and runs his fingers through Sean's hair, making an easy fist and tugging back and forth playfully. "Good dog." He looks at Orlando and adds, "He likes this trick. Come to think of it, I do, too." He leans in and cups a hand around Orli's jaw to kiss him.

Any thought of jealousy Sean might have had is gone at the touch of Viggo's hand in his hair and the triumph of finally getting Orlando's cock free of his jeans. With a happy little whine, he starts licking at it, his tongue working the head and shaft with broad flat strokes.

Orli lets out a startled little moan, eagerly plundering Viggo's mouth as he blindly reaches down to put his hand over Viggo's on Sean's head. "Yeah," Orli gasps, sucking in a breath before kissing Viggo again. "Really -- really good dog..."

This is perfect. Sean's being so good--Viggo will definitely reward him later--and Orlando's responses are just gorgeous.

Just then, Viggo gets an idea that's so diabolical it must be done. He pets Sean once more and draws back from the kiss. Slipping off the couch, he leans down to whisper in Sean's ear, "Good boy. Easy..." He gives the back of Sean's neck a little squeeze. "Slow." He draws the word out almost to a purr and then looks up at Orli. "I'll be right back." He disappears quickly and when he returns, he's got lube and a condom in one hand and is working his fly open with the other.

Sean can't help whimpering a little when Viggo leaves the room, but the sound is muffled against Orlando's cock. Sure that his person won't leave him alone too long with this boy, Sean does his best to pay attention to Orlando's cock, finally moving his mouth down over the head as he licks hard.

Setting the supplies down beside Sean on the floor, Viggo reaches around and undoes Sean's fly, jerking his jeans down quickly. "Keep going," he says placidly, just in case Sean thinks to stop licking at Orli's cock. "Slow." He shoots Orli a shrewd look and lubes up his hand, and without warning, wriggles two fingers into Sean.

Fortunately, Sean pulls his mouth off Orlando's cock before he gives a little bark of surprise. Pushing back against Viggo's fingers, he growls happily and goes back to working on Orli's cock.

"Bloody hell," Orli gasps, half-laughing, half-groaning as he opens his legs wider to give Sean more range of motion. Jesus, just the thought that Viggo's going to take Sean like this -- Orli has to moan and start breathing deeper just to try not to shoot right away.

Viggo spends a moment fucking Sean with his fingers, one hand casually but firmly gripping the scruff of Sean's neck. It isn't long, though, before he can't wait anymore; never mind Sean.

"Slow," he breathes, another warning to Sean and Orli both, and his gaze flicks up to Orli's eyes as he finishes getting the condom on and positions himself just right. He doesn't mean to be topping Orli, but he has a specific kind of symmetry in mind for this scene, and he doesn't think he can explain it. "Everyone go nice and slow," he mumbles by way of softening his admonitions, and pushes into Sean. Nice and slow.

Whimpering around Orlando's cock, Sean pushes back against Viggo's cock. Goodgoodgood, he thinks, unable to remember the last time he felt anything like this. It's almost too much and he wriggles, whining a little, taking care not to scrape his teeth on Orlando's cock.

"Easy," Viggo says, not quite sharply. He tightens his grip on the scruff of Sean's neck and holds him still, going still himself to drive the point home. It's a great effort--he's buried in Sean, watching Sean try to maintain enough concentration to get fucked and suck Orli off at once, and in that frame of mind, Viggo knows it's difficult. Even Orlando--the fact that Orli hasn't grabbed Sean's head and started fucking his mouth displays restraint. Viggo's glad for it, though. This is going to be over too soon as it is, and he wants it to last as long as they can all manage.

Calming under Viggo's firmer touch, Sean settles down again, his whine dying down as he ceases squirming. This is part of what he loves about being a puppy, the fact that his owner will be firm with him, will lovingly correct his mistakes. Happy once more, he returns his full attention to Orli's cock, working it over with his tongue.

"Fucking Christ," Orli breathes, finally forced to push Sean's face away. "Sorry," he gasps, "I'm -- like, right there, man." He strokes Sean's hair to take the sting out of pushing him back, wishing he could hold on long enough to ride the whole thing out. It's so incredibly...just so dirty, in such a wonderful, strange, Viggo kind of way that he wishes it could last forever.

Wriggling a little, but not enough to throw Viggo off stride, Sean nuzzles Orli's thighs, biting a little at Orli's jeans in his excitement. He's not sure if Viggo's going to keep fucking him or what exactly is going to happen. All he knows is that he's been a good puppy. He hopes there will be a reward.

"Good boy," Viggo gasps. He's still fucking Sean, yes; scene symmetry, hell--this is all too good, and Sean's been perfect. He drives in particularly sharply, groaning, and pushes Sean forward. He threads his fingers through the hair at the back of Sean's head and guides him over Orli's cock again. "Finish. Good boy." Now he's just got to slow himself down, keep himself from coming. He breathes deeply, hanging on to Sean's hair just to feel him shifting up and down, just to distract himself.

Panting a little, Sean lets the warm air of his breath wash over Orlando's cock before he goes back to licking it. Want to taste, he thinks, sure that Orlando will taste good. He relaxes a little, letting Viggo's thrusts push him down onto Orli's cock, letting Viggo's hand in his hair guide him.

"Oh, God," Orli breathes, squirming under Sean's mouth. He doesn't want it to be over -- he doesn't think any of them do -- but bloody hell, the way Sean goes at it, he can't wait, he just can't, and suddenly it's taking all his might not to grab Sean's head as he comes, letting out a sharp cry as his hips lift up with the heat of it all.

When Sean's more himself, his blowjobs are quite neat, but as a puppy, he's a little more sloppy, leaving his mouth open before he's done swallowing. He's very good about cleaning up, however, and he bends to lap up the come he didn't manage to swallow. Orlando smells good and Sean works his tongue hard, trying to lick every last bit that he can, while still doing his best to pay attention to the hard pounding he's getting from Viggo.

The pounding doesn't last, though. Viggo lets his control go, and when he does, he's groaning and curling forward, somehow managing to growl out, "Don't...come."

The command causes Sean to whine in frustration, and he grips a damp fold of Orli's jeans in his teeth, shaking his head a little. There have been times when he's been too enthusiastic to obey this particular order; Viggo's had to punish him more than once for it. But right now, he's determined to make Viggo proud of him and so, somehow, he manages to make it through the wonderful feeling of his owner coming.

Groaning in satisfaction, Viggo leans up and grabs Orli's hands. He sets them in Sean's hair and says, "Hold him." Then he draws back and out and leaves the room, padding out carelessly with his zipper still down and peeling off the condom. "Stay," he says sharply over his shoulder.

"Stay," Orli repeats, looking down at Sean. Christ, he hasn't even caught his breath yet, and the scene's just rolling on. There's something really hot about that. "You're a good boy," he tells Sean.

Glad that Orli's with him, Sean presses his face into Orli's belly, nuzzling and licking at what bare skin he can find. He can't help shivering and, in spite of himself, he's rubbing his cock -- just a little -- against Orli's leg.

"Easy, boy," Orli whispers, carefully moving his leg away, pushing Sean's head back gently. "Be a good boy for your master." God, and it's bloody fantastic how Sean's throwing himself into this. He is a puppy. It's impossible to look down and see anything but a great big friendly dog between his shins.

Viggo's back as quickly as he can be, and he's carrying a large, flat box and a big bottle of thick lube. He bends down and grips Sean's shoulders, setting him back from Orlando a bit. Opening the box, he pulls out a broad swatch of faux fur in a golden brown color and throws it over Orli's shins. Then he produces a huge brown dildo, anatomically correct and shaped like the cock of a massive dog, and shows it to Sean.

"Good boy," he says quietly, and starts to lube up the toy, moving back behind Sean and pushing him forward. "Easy."

Wriggling and panting because he's really too excited to stay still, Sean pushes himself against Orlando's leg, humping the fur rug shamelessly. At the same time, he looks over his shoulder, staring at Viggo pleadingly with wide eyes.

"Stop," Viggo orders sharply, gripping Sean's hips hard. Once he's managed to get Sean still, he pushes the toy in, a little at a time. God, it looks amazing, and the bulb near the base is huge, easily two inches across. There isn't going to be any rough fucking with this toy, but Viggo knows that won't matter.

It's a bit of a stretch, but Sean just wriggles and yips a little as Viggo puts it in. He can take more pain in this place, more roughness than Viggo is usually willing to give. Not that this isn't good; not that it isn't fucking incredible.

Viggo lets out a satisfied noise as the toy slips in suddenly to the hilt and then pushes up against Sean's backside, shoving a thigh against the base of the toy. He starts to rock, thrusting his leg against the flat of the dildo, shoving Sean's cock against the fur rug on Orli's leg. He threads his fingers through Sean's hair and growls threateningly.

"Wait...wait...now." And he shoves forward, rough and fast, grinding Sean into Orli's fur-covered leg.

Now in that tone of voice is the command to come, and Sean lets out a loud howl as the orgasm rips through him. He's biting at Orli's jeans again, shaking his head from side to side and growling as he slowly comes down. Goodgoodgood...hotsohot....

Orli can't really do anything but just stare at the unbelievable scene unfolding right between his legs. Christ, these two are hardcore with their kink, but that only makes it better. It certainly gives Orlando something amazing to watch as he comes down himself. He doesn't even want to speak, barely wants to breathe in case it interrupts them.

Viggo goes still, letting Sean breathe a moment. He scrapes his teeth over Sean's shoulder and whispers "Good boy" before drawing back to start easing the dildo out. It's slow, and he's glad Sean's so relaxed. Once that's out of the way, Viggo licks at Sean's shoulder and nudges him off Orli and to the floor.

"Hand me that," Viggo murmurs, pointing over Orli's shoulder to where a throw got chucked carelessly over the back of the couch. Orli hands it over, and Viggo tosses it over Sean and shifts down to nuzzle at his cheek.

"Good boy," he says again. "Very good boy."

It's easy to let Viggo arrange him like this; Sean's utterly boneless now. He manages to muzzle Viggo's cheek, making soft little noises as he does. That he probably looks odd and sounds even more odd doesn't really bother him at all now, and if he spares a thought for Orlando, it's only to hope that Orli comes to see them again. Soon...but after some sleeping.

"Good boy," Orli echoes, very quietly -- he's not quite sure whether that's his place, now, but he wants to be sure Sean knows that he agrees.

Sean manages to rub his face against Orli's shoe for a moment before he curls up, his arm over his face a little. If Viggo wants Sean to come out of the space he's in, Viggo will say so, but until he does, Sean's more than happy to doze.

Viggo looks up at Orli appreciatively, giving him a nod. He strokes Sean through the blanket, reaching up with his other hand and squeezing Orli's knee. "Thank you," he murmurs. That Orlando was not only willing to play but was so understanding about it all is nothing small.

No, he realizes slowly, not a small thing at all.

tbc