SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 12
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rugbytackleSPARRING PARTNERS - PART 12
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. I really hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
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Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: Rugbytackle
Warnings: Don't read it unless you're old enough and mature enough, 'kay? A little angsty, I suppose.
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings exist but belong to others. Viggo and Sean had nothing to do with any of it. Not beta'd. All errors are mine alone.
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Posted with a BIG SHOUT OUT TO BRONWYN FOR USE OF A CERTAIN PHRASE (the WSDs, lovie!)
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Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
Sean quickly checked out of the hotel and the two men were on their way, walking back to the set and Viggo’s trailer. Viggo had access to a car for the duration of the shoot in Spain and that – in conjunction with Sean’s lesser familiarity with driving on the right side of the road – meant that Viggo would be doing the driving. As they walked, Sean talked more about his daughters and how Evie had them all talking about wanting a dog, and how she was somehow now aware the that Queen of England herself kept Pembroke Welsh Corgis. This amused Sean no end –his girls were clamoring for not just any dog, but one that was worthy of royalty!
Viggo was laughing along with him and asking questions about how Sean could get the dog home and who would take care of it, etc. Sean had answers to all of it. Under a rather new law in England, properly inoculated and certified pets could migrate from a list of approved countries – which happily included Spain -- to the U.K. without enduring the 6-month quarantine previously required. He’d already checked all of that out and would be able to deliver the pup straight to the girls without any problem. Even better, Evie’s mum was already in on the discussions and had told him she would actually be quite delighted to have one of the wee sturdy dogs in the family.
It made Viggo happy to see Sean so excited about something so simple and watching and listening to him made his heart kind of catch. He knew that what he was feeling was not some silly infatuation or just the crazy stirrings that went with new sexual adventure. He knew it was more truly an extrapolation of the friendship he’d had with Sean for so long. It was now deeper and richer and filled with other longings yet built upon older memories long loved and special. It made him want to stop and grab him right then and there, kissing him or just holding him…anything to feel that physical proof of their connection. Sean’s eyes caught his as he spoke, and Viggo’s mind was off on a tangent -- green was a cool color...how then did that green look so warm? -- and he felt for a moment like they might stop and move closer, but just as quickly as it had seemed like a normal expectation, it suddenly wasn’t. He was jarred to realize that he felt the tiniest flicker of something in Sean’s eyes that made him feel like he should do nothing that was externally different, not yet. He could understand the need to control the evolution of such a new feeling, yet it was a bit hurtful nonetheless.
He pulled his mind back to the here and now as he walked up the small set of iron steps outside his trailer, Sean right behind him. Viggo tossed his keys on the counter ahead of him, knowing they’d both want a few moments to change clothes before they headed out. Just as he shrugged out of his shirt, he felt Sean’s arms go around him from behind, pulling him tightly back against him. Suddenly he had Sean’s mouth at the side of his neck, lips nuzzling and kissing before teeth closed around his earlobe, pulling the soft flesh into a warm wet mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his cock respond. He moved his right arm up to clasp around Sean’s neck, pulling him tighter, asking for more while at the same time pushing his hips back against the hard cock.
“Vig…Viggooooo,” purred that sexy English voice and Viggo turned so that he could inhale those words, pressing his mouth against Sean’s and immediately finding the connection he wanted. He sucked on Sean’s tongue, pulling it back into his own mouth, sliding his own tongue around and against his. Sean’s stubble raked against his cheek as Sean attacked his other ear, the unusual friction momentarily forcing Viggo’s eyes open. In the early daylight filtering in through the small frosted glass window behind Sean, immediate impressions were of short layered hair laying in such orderly fashion except for where his own hand intruded, the crisscrossing lines there on the back of Sean’s tanned neck, and the broad muscular shoulder he was crushed against. So different…so counterintuitive…and so impossibly perfect. He deliberately pushed his face downward, wanting to press his nose into the fabric of Sean’s shirt, smelling him, a mix of something that could not be labeled more definitively than warmth: a green and yellow and tan smell tinged with smoke and sweat and the tiniest hint of cologne or aftershave.
He was suddenly annoyed that the shirt was there. He pushed Sean back from himself abruptly, Sean quickly looking at him with instinctive anger, his lips parted and red with the bruises of their kisses.
“Off with the damn shirt, Sean. Get it off!”
Sean’s eyes narrowed, his expression quickly dropping any hint of anger and replacing it with a challenge. He licked his lips and quickly reached out to grab Viggo for another deep passion-filled kiss, grinding his groin against the other man’s.
Viggo kissed him back wildly, never missing a stroke of his tongue nor opening his eyes as he reached between them, twining his fingers into the strip of buttons, pulling back exuberantly, laughing into the kiss as he heard cloth ripping and felt buttons pinging against them both. Sean chuckled as well and their kiss became even more of a mock battle, each of them biting and thrusting and trying to control.
Viggo kept going, pulling the lube and condoms out of Sean’s pockets and throwing them onto the bed. Swiftly undoing Sean’s pants, he ripped the zipper open and shoved the annoying fabric partway down, enough to allow him to grasp Sean’s bare ass in his hands. He squeezed the cooler skin, loving the soft smoothness that covered the thick hard muscles underneath. Sean was stepping out of his fallen trousers even as he was undoing Viggo’s and pulling at his one thigh first, then the other as he got him to step free of them, their kisses never interrupted.
Viggo felt Sean pushing him backwards and he let it happen. It didn’t matter to him who took whom first. So long as they learned all of each other in the time ahead, he had no problem with acquiescing now, although that certainly didn’t mean he was going to let it appear like a done deal, he thought with a mental smirk.
As he felt the back of the small mattress pressing against the backs of his knees, he relaxed into Sean’s loving touch, letting him think he’d easily sink backwards onto the bed for him. As soon as he felt the inevitable push against his body, he twisted, bringing one foot quickly around to lift one of Sean’s feet away from the ground, throwing his weight toward him to push the Englishman down onto the bed with Viggo solidly on top of him. Sean looked completely surprised, green eyes widened. Viggo startled him then with one of his mad cackles and Sean couldn’t resist immediately reaching up to bring that beloved face back down to his, his lips and tongue finding their counterparts again, his strong arms wrapped around the broad and perhaps even more muscular torso of his lover.
Breaking away from their deep kisses with several smaller ones planted quickly along his lips and his throat, Viggo sat up, shifting around just slightly until he had their bodies aligned as he wanted them. Then the Dane pressed his weight down deliberately, deliciously, decadently, devilishly...Sean’s brain could form only these words in response as he felt the additional pressure, the almost voluptuous, luxurious heat of Viggo’s groin pushing harder against his naked cock. Viggo’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the sensations throbbing through his own body, his hands restricted to his own thighs as an intentional means of touching Sean in only one place. His focus was entirely on their one point of contact and the need he had to absorb the feel, the shape, the heat, the pulse of Sean that was right under him, right there against the single most sensitive part of his body. The intensity of it shook him and he felt his eyes prickling.
Sean was still watching him as he saw Viggo squeeze his eyes shut a little tighter. “Vig…”, he whispered. “You okay, love?”
Viggo nodded and then opened his eyes. The clear aqua was highlighted by the slightly reddened rims of his eyes and the extra bit of moisture standing in them, although not overflowing.
“Just feels so right,” he said as he leant forward, pulling Sean’s arms up and stretching them out above his head, slightly bent at the elbows, the whiter underside of the Englishman’s arms on full display. Viggo mimicked the position, his own arms sandwiched against Sean’s as he kissed him hard and pumped his cock against his, feeling the slickness they both shared giving them just a little of what they ultimately needed. They were thrusting together, almost fucking, sharing gasps and muttered curses and caresses.
Viggo had pushed himself off to one side so that they now lay facing each other, one of Viggo’s legs still thrown across Sean’s thigh. They were learning each other’s mouths, the differing pressures and ferocities of lips, teeth, tongue, the strange eroticism of a large, strong jaw opening against their own. Viggo could feel the small bottle of lube behind his shoulder and he reached for it, flipping it open and pouring a good amount of the warming gel into his hand. It heated as he closed his hand to run his fingertips through it and he quickly reached down between their bodies, nudging Sean’s legs apart and bringing his hand through the opening made, the ends of his fingers stroking lightly at Sean’s ass as he nudged the edge of his palm between the other’s man’s buttocks. He let the warming gel flow to that side of his hand and spill into the crevice as he raked his hand and fingers back and forth through it, around and above and below his lover’s asshole. Sean groaned a bit almost immediately, moving his legs wider apart and thrusting forward toward Viggo’s hand, but then seemed to come back in touch with some sensibility that warned him to proceed with more caution, perhaps more decorum. Viggo felt sad at that. The thought of an uninhibited Sean was a happy one.
“Sean, baby,” he whispered. “I want this with you. I love you. Let me touch you, baby.”
He felt Sean making himself relax and he kept ever-so-lightly just tracing around the sensitive skin with his gel-slicked finger, never pressing for entry but stroking over and around. He could feel Sean’s breathing changing, its pace quickening as he enjoyed the sensations. Viggo kept his one hand busy there while bending to bring his mouth to Sean’s gorgeous cock, licking it into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to feel the inside of his mouth touching everywhere he could. Sean thrust upward almost immediately, but the sound from his mouth was a mix of pleasure and dismay and he quickly shoved his ass back downward against Viggo’s hand, wanting to keep that contact as well. Encouraged, Viggo gave greater attention in both places, sucking and pulling at Sean’s dick with his mouth while spreading his cheeks gently, so gently with first and middle fingers, allowing the one between to press against his hole, working it inside so slightly.
Sean gasped and thrust – backwards against his hand, upward into his mouth. His movements were not a rhythmic back and forth. They were unplanned -- truly explorations of what he was learning to feel. He was moving his ass slowly in small circles, pressing to differing degrees against the fingers working him, moving his hips side to side as he felt the beginning of the give in the muscle. Viggo slid another finger just slightly in alongside the first, twining them together and slowly forcing them wide apart again and again. When Sean pressed forward, he felt his cock engulfed in the warm, wet heaven of Viggo’s mouth, sliding in a way that felt normal and known, yet utterly new within the context of this love. He needed more and realized he wouldn’t get all that he needed even in this fuck, this day, the next 20 fucks, the next 20 days. The gulf of what he needed was bigger than what he’d thought he had a capacity to imagine.
Groaning, he pushed Viggo’s mouth away from his cock, laying him back onto the bed, attacking him with glowering intensity, feeling himself growling into the kiss, biting and thrusting between their mouths, and then at their groins as he settled himself onto Viggo. Impatiently, he worked his way down Viggo’s body, licking, nipping, inhaling. Stopping to suck his cock between his lips, loving the weight and heat of it, licking as he sucked, and still wanting more. He licked around the base of Viggo’s cock, moving down across his balls, kissing there with great open-mouthed kisses, but eager to know newer territory. Viggo bent a leg, pulling it upward and aside, allowing Sean the access he was craving and then suddenly his tongue was there, licking tentatively, then more firmly, then more softly, then in conjunction with warm, wet lips that closed around the hidden pucker, loving him.
He could hear Viggo moaning, some of the moans long sounds of no words, other times a caress around every letter of his name. Sean worked harder, loving the response, the taste, the feel, the way his own cock was throbbing so hard. He reached down to squeeze his own shaft, stroking it in a rhythm matching the licks he was so carefully applying.
He suddenly realized his lover’s moans had changed and new soft, urgent words could be made out.
“Fuck me, Sean…fuck me…now baby…”
He moved on top of Viggo, kissing him and stroking his long thick cock.
“You sure, Viggo? You’re ready, love?”
He sounded so intense, so almost worshipful, that Viggo’s eyes fluttered open and Sean was gifted with the most erotic half-smile he’d ever seen – ever imagined – while Viggo languidly said in a voice like warm syrup, “Oh fuck yeah, Sean…”
Sean grinned, grabbing the condom and the lube. He made quick work of the former; long, careful, mutually enjoyed foreplay of the latter. Viggo was moving against him already, kissing him with more and more need, pulling him to him, leading him to know it was okay. Then he was in and they were moving together in a way that was so right it was heartbreaking in its perfection. Sean was amazed to realize that not only drops of sweat fell from him to the man beneath him, but that a few of the splashes were tears that snuck out from under eyelids closed in ecstasy and, from somewhere, thankfulness.
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. I really hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
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Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: Rugbytackle
Warnings: Don't read it unless you're old enough and mature enough, 'kay? A little angsty, I suppose.
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings exist but belong to others. Viggo and Sean had nothing to do with any of it. Not beta'd. All errors are mine alone.
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Posted with a BIG SHOUT OUT TO BRONWYN FOR USE OF A CERTAIN PHRASE (the WSDs, lovie!)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
Sean quickly checked out of the hotel and the two men were on their way, walking back to the set and Viggo’s trailer. Viggo had access to a car for the duration of the shoot in Spain and that – in conjunction with Sean’s lesser familiarity with driving on the right side of the road – meant that Viggo would be doing the driving. As they walked, Sean talked more about his daughters and how Evie had them all talking about wanting a dog, and how she was somehow now aware the that Queen of England herself kept Pembroke Welsh Corgis. This amused Sean no end –his girls were clamoring for not just any dog, but one that was worthy of royalty!
Viggo was laughing along with him and asking questions about how Sean could get the dog home and who would take care of it, etc. Sean had answers to all of it. Under a rather new law in England, properly inoculated and certified pets could migrate from a list of approved countries – which happily included Spain -- to the U.K. without enduring the 6-month quarantine previously required. He’d already checked all of that out and would be able to deliver the pup straight to the girls without any problem. Even better, Evie’s mum was already in on the discussions and had told him she would actually be quite delighted to have one of the wee sturdy dogs in the family.
It made Viggo happy to see Sean so excited about something so simple and watching and listening to him made his heart kind of catch. He knew that what he was feeling was not some silly infatuation or just the crazy stirrings that went with new sexual adventure. He knew it was more truly an extrapolation of the friendship he’d had with Sean for so long. It was now deeper and richer and filled with other longings yet built upon older memories long loved and special. It made him want to stop and grab him right then and there, kissing him or just holding him…anything to feel that physical proof of their connection. Sean’s eyes caught his as he spoke, and Viggo’s mind was off on a tangent -- green was a cool color...how then did that green look so warm? -- and he felt for a moment like they might stop and move closer, but just as quickly as it had seemed like a normal expectation, it suddenly wasn’t. He was jarred to realize that he felt the tiniest flicker of something in Sean’s eyes that made him feel like he should do nothing that was externally different, not yet. He could understand the need to control the evolution of such a new feeling, yet it was a bit hurtful nonetheless.
He pulled his mind back to the here and now as he walked up the small set of iron steps outside his trailer, Sean right behind him. Viggo tossed his keys on the counter ahead of him, knowing they’d both want a few moments to change clothes before they headed out. Just as he shrugged out of his shirt, he felt Sean’s arms go around him from behind, pulling him tightly back against him. Suddenly he had Sean’s mouth at the side of his neck, lips nuzzling and kissing before teeth closed around his earlobe, pulling the soft flesh into a warm wet mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his cock respond. He moved his right arm up to clasp around Sean’s neck, pulling him tighter, asking for more while at the same time pushing his hips back against the hard cock.
“Vig…Viggooooo,” purred that sexy English voice and Viggo turned so that he could inhale those words, pressing his mouth against Sean’s and immediately finding the connection he wanted. He sucked on Sean’s tongue, pulling it back into his own mouth, sliding his own tongue around and against his. Sean’s stubble raked against his cheek as Sean attacked his other ear, the unusual friction momentarily forcing Viggo’s eyes open. In the early daylight filtering in through the small frosted glass window behind Sean, immediate impressions were of short layered hair laying in such orderly fashion except for where his own hand intruded, the crisscrossing lines there on the back of Sean’s tanned neck, and the broad muscular shoulder he was crushed against. So different…so counterintuitive…and so impossibly perfect. He deliberately pushed his face downward, wanting to press his nose into the fabric of Sean’s shirt, smelling him, a mix of something that could not be labeled more definitively than warmth: a green and yellow and tan smell tinged with smoke and sweat and the tiniest hint of cologne or aftershave.
He was suddenly annoyed that the shirt was there. He pushed Sean back from himself abruptly, Sean quickly looking at him with instinctive anger, his lips parted and red with the bruises of their kisses.
“Off with the damn shirt, Sean. Get it off!”
Sean’s eyes narrowed, his expression quickly dropping any hint of anger and replacing it with a challenge. He licked his lips and quickly reached out to grab Viggo for another deep passion-filled kiss, grinding his groin against the other man’s.
Viggo kissed him back wildly, never missing a stroke of his tongue nor opening his eyes as he reached between them, twining his fingers into the strip of buttons, pulling back exuberantly, laughing into the kiss as he heard cloth ripping and felt buttons pinging against them both. Sean chuckled as well and their kiss became even more of a mock battle, each of them biting and thrusting and trying to control.
Viggo kept going, pulling the lube and condoms out of Sean’s pockets and throwing them onto the bed. Swiftly undoing Sean’s pants, he ripped the zipper open and shoved the annoying fabric partway down, enough to allow him to grasp Sean’s bare ass in his hands. He squeezed the cooler skin, loving the soft smoothness that covered the thick hard muscles underneath. Sean was stepping out of his fallen trousers even as he was undoing Viggo’s and pulling at his one thigh first, then the other as he got him to step free of them, their kisses never interrupted.
Viggo felt Sean pushing him backwards and he let it happen. It didn’t matter to him who took whom first. So long as they learned all of each other in the time ahead, he had no problem with acquiescing now, although that certainly didn’t mean he was going to let it appear like a done deal, he thought with a mental smirk.
As he felt the back of the small mattress pressing against the backs of his knees, he relaxed into Sean’s loving touch, letting him think he’d easily sink backwards onto the bed for him. As soon as he felt the inevitable push against his body, he twisted, bringing one foot quickly around to lift one of Sean’s feet away from the ground, throwing his weight toward him to push the Englishman down onto the bed with Viggo solidly on top of him. Sean looked completely surprised, green eyes widened. Viggo startled him then with one of his mad cackles and Sean couldn’t resist immediately reaching up to bring that beloved face back down to his, his lips and tongue finding their counterparts again, his strong arms wrapped around the broad and perhaps even more muscular torso of his lover.
Breaking away from their deep kisses with several smaller ones planted quickly along his lips and his throat, Viggo sat up, shifting around just slightly until he had their bodies aligned as he wanted them. Then the Dane pressed his weight down deliberately, deliciously, decadently, devilishly...Sean’s brain could form only these words in response as he felt the additional pressure, the almost voluptuous, luxurious heat of Viggo’s groin pushing harder against his naked cock. Viggo’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the sensations throbbing through his own body, his hands restricted to his own thighs as an intentional means of touching Sean in only one place. His focus was entirely on their one point of contact and the need he had to absorb the feel, the shape, the heat, the pulse of Sean that was right under him, right there against the single most sensitive part of his body. The intensity of it shook him and he felt his eyes prickling.
Sean was still watching him as he saw Viggo squeeze his eyes shut a little tighter. “Vig…”, he whispered. “You okay, love?”
Viggo nodded and then opened his eyes. The clear aqua was highlighted by the slightly reddened rims of his eyes and the extra bit of moisture standing in them, although not overflowing.
“Just feels so right,” he said as he leant forward, pulling Sean’s arms up and stretching them out above his head, slightly bent at the elbows, the whiter underside of the Englishman’s arms on full display. Viggo mimicked the position, his own arms sandwiched against Sean’s as he kissed him hard and pumped his cock against his, feeling the slickness they both shared giving them just a little of what they ultimately needed. They were thrusting together, almost fucking, sharing gasps and muttered curses and caresses.
Viggo had pushed himself off to one side so that they now lay facing each other, one of Viggo’s legs still thrown across Sean’s thigh. They were learning each other’s mouths, the differing pressures and ferocities of lips, teeth, tongue, the strange eroticism of a large, strong jaw opening against their own. Viggo could feel the small bottle of lube behind his shoulder and he reached for it, flipping it open and pouring a good amount of the warming gel into his hand. It heated as he closed his hand to run his fingertips through it and he quickly reached down between their bodies, nudging Sean’s legs apart and bringing his hand through the opening made, the ends of his fingers stroking lightly at Sean’s ass as he nudged the edge of his palm between the other’s man’s buttocks. He let the warming gel flow to that side of his hand and spill into the crevice as he raked his hand and fingers back and forth through it, around and above and below his lover’s asshole. Sean groaned a bit almost immediately, moving his legs wider apart and thrusting forward toward Viggo’s hand, but then seemed to come back in touch with some sensibility that warned him to proceed with more caution, perhaps more decorum. Viggo felt sad at that. The thought of an uninhibited Sean was a happy one.
“Sean, baby,” he whispered. “I want this with you. I love you. Let me touch you, baby.”
He felt Sean making himself relax and he kept ever-so-lightly just tracing around the sensitive skin with his gel-slicked finger, never pressing for entry but stroking over and around. He could feel Sean’s breathing changing, its pace quickening as he enjoyed the sensations. Viggo kept his one hand busy there while bending to bring his mouth to Sean’s gorgeous cock, licking it into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to feel the inside of his mouth touching everywhere he could. Sean thrust upward almost immediately, but the sound from his mouth was a mix of pleasure and dismay and he quickly shoved his ass back downward against Viggo’s hand, wanting to keep that contact as well. Encouraged, Viggo gave greater attention in both places, sucking and pulling at Sean’s dick with his mouth while spreading his cheeks gently, so gently with first and middle fingers, allowing the one between to press against his hole, working it inside so slightly.
Sean gasped and thrust – backwards against his hand, upward into his mouth. His movements were not a rhythmic back and forth. They were unplanned -- truly explorations of what he was learning to feel. He was moving his ass slowly in small circles, pressing to differing degrees against the fingers working him, moving his hips side to side as he felt the beginning of the give in the muscle. Viggo slid another finger just slightly in alongside the first, twining them together and slowly forcing them wide apart again and again. When Sean pressed forward, he felt his cock engulfed in the warm, wet heaven of Viggo’s mouth, sliding in a way that felt normal and known, yet utterly new within the context of this love. He needed more and realized he wouldn’t get all that he needed even in this fuck, this day, the next 20 fucks, the next 20 days. The gulf of what he needed was bigger than what he’d thought he had a capacity to imagine.
Groaning, he pushed Viggo’s mouth away from his cock, laying him back onto the bed, attacking him with glowering intensity, feeling himself growling into the kiss, biting and thrusting between their mouths, and then at their groins as he settled himself onto Viggo. Impatiently, he worked his way down Viggo’s body, licking, nipping, inhaling. Stopping to suck his cock between his lips, loving the weight and heat of it, licking as he sucked, and still wanting more. He licked around the base of Viggo’s cock, moving down across his balls, kissing there with great open-mouthed kisses, but eager to know newer territory. Viggo bent a leg, pulling it upward and aside, allowing Sean the access he was craving and then suddenly his tongue was there, licking tentatively, then more firmly, then more softly, then in conjunction with warm, wet lips that closed around the hidden pucker, loving him.
He could hear Viggo moaning, some of the moans long sounds of no words, other times a caress around every letter of his name. Sean worked harder, loving the response, the taste, the feel, the way his own cock was throbbing so hard. He reached down to squeeze his own shaft, stroking it in a rhythm matching the licks he was so carefully applying.
He suddenly realized his lover’s moans had changed and new soft, urgent words could be made out.
“Fuck me, Sean…fuck me…now baby…”
He moved on top of Viggo, kissing him and stroking his long thick cock.
“You sure, Viggo? You’re ready, love?”
He sounded so intense, so almost worshipful, that Viggo’s eyes fluttered open and Sean was gifted with the most erotic half-smile he’d ever seen – ever imagined – while Viggo languidly said in a voice like warm syrup, “Oh fuck yeah, Sean…”
Sean grinned, grabbing the condom and the lube. He made quick work of the former; long, careful, mutually enjoyed foreplay of the latter. Viggo was moving against him already, kissing him with more and more need, pulling him to him, leading him to know it was okay. Then he was in and they were moving together in a way that was so right it was heartbreaking in its perfection. Sean was amazed to realize that not only drops of sweat fell from him to the man beneath him, but that a few of the splashes were tears that snuck out from under eyelids closed in ecstasy and, from somewhere, thankfulness.
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Date: 2005-06-23 08:08 pm (UTC)This is just what I was waiting for, gorgeous, hot and deeply emotional sex between our heroes. YUM.
That it's come (pardon pun) at the end of a blistering hot day in London has almost made me self-combust. Thank god I made myself a strawberry margherita before I read it!
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-06 07:05 am (UTC)