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rugbytackleTitle: The Sharing of Dreams
Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Coming together – exactly as it sounds…
Content/warnings: smut: M/M action
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Archive rights: sure, ask first please
Authors Note: This is the first (and so far only) s.e.x. to completion scene I've written, so be kind :-)
Chapter 10 -- Coming Together
Viggo led Sean upstairs; the complete reversal of emotions in the last half hour had left him lightheaded, slightly off balance and overwhelmed with the trust that had just been given him. Viggo knew that regardless of Sean’s passionate kisses outside, saying you want to be with someone is one thing, actually going against everything you thought you knew about your sexuality is another thing entirely. Viggo felt the weighted responsibility of making this first experience, incredible for Sean, wanting to show him how amazing their love could be. Gulping air into his lungs, Viggo’s head was reeling and his heart thundering in his ears as they entered the bedroom.
Sean, standing behind Viggo, could sense the tension in his soon to be lover and calmly pulled the trembling man into a gentle embrace. “Not having second thoughts are you love?” Sean murmured into the soft hair behind Viggo’s ear, breathing in his uniquely earthy scent and renewing the flood of heat that had pooled in his groin.
“No!” Viggo practically shouted. “It’s just… I’m…” he stammered.
“Scared?” Sean finished as he turned the older man to face him. Viggo nod shyly. “Me too.” Sean leaned back to look at the man he loved and brushed a lock of stray hair from his face. Viggo swallowed and tried to look away from the intense scrutiny. “Hey,” Sean gently cupped the square jaw and locked his sea green eyes with the stormy sky ones in front of him. “I’m right here Vig, look at me. It’s us, what ever feels right, okay?” Sean ran his hands down Viggo’s chest and rested them right above the waistband of his paint spattered jeans. Grasping both belt loops and pulling Viggo’s groin flush against his; there’s no mistaking the interest that had swelled and thickened between them. Sean’s gazed at Viggo intently as he continued. “I’m not going anywhere, Vig. I’m not going to change my mind or run away. I am going to be here when you wake in the morning, and every morning.”
Sean pressed his mouth to Viggo’s, and groaned as he captured his partners’ sensual lips in a searing kiss. He slid into Viggo’s silky heat, tongue thrusting deeply, dancing with desire while he held their hips together, their heated arousal anxious for contact, even through layers of cloth. Viggo sunk into the kiss, forgetting his fears, letting Sean’s passion wrap around them like a sanctuary. The air was thick and burned with promise as they broke the kiss in search of air.
“We have far too many clothes on, Viggo.” Sean purred, “I want to feel your skin on mine, slick with sweat, hot and hard beneath my touch.” Viggo groaned as Sean’s sexy as sin voice curled around him, caressing and arousing him as if it were a physical entity unto itself. Letting out a shaky breath Viggo looked around the room, the darkness only broken by the light of the moon and sky full of stars peeking through the window. He gathered several pillar candles on his bedside table. “Come on, let’s take a shower.” Viggo led Sean into the master bath with a grin.
“A shower by candlelight, Vig?” Sean raised an eyebrow at the possibilities. “Yeah, the thought of firelight and shadow dancing across your wet skin, almost makes me want to bring my camera.” Viggo mused as he lit the candles and Sean tugged at clothing that seems to suddenly be several sizes to small. Fumbling in haste the two men finally stood beneath the water, consumed by desire as the combination of fire and water overwhelmed their senses. Warm, sleek bodies, mirroring each other in beauty, strength and sensuality, pressed together, skin on skin, for the first time. Both men groaned as their cocks met and demanded attention. Viggo sunk to his knees and buried his face in the dark, golden curls at the base of Sean’s impressive length. Sean braced himself on the cool tile of the shower; his knees weakened by lust, as Viggo kissed his way up the aching erection and swiped his velvet tongue lovingly over the head. This was so much better than anything he had dreamed about.
Viggo sucked his cock deeply into his mouth; the natural taste of Sean was fast becoming addictive; fresh and slightly salty like an ocean breeze. Running his tongue up the sensitive underside, he looked up at Sean mesmerized by what he saw. Sean’s eyes were at heavy lidded with desire; a pallet of yellow and orange firelight skimmed across his pale skin as if it were licking at the sparkling droplets of water to slake unquenchable thirst. Long shadows flit across his well built frame as if to caress him in a sensual dance. The intensity of the vision before him, and the visceral impact of the knowledge that he was the first man to make Sean tremble and moan like this were almost enough to make him come.
Sean twined his fingers into Viggo’s hair and gazed into his beautiful blue eyes, dark with emotion. “So close Viggo,” He managed to gasp as he tried to get Viggo to disengage. “Not like this, not here. I want more, Viggo. I want you.” He pulled Viggo off his knees and kissed him, feeling him open and welcome him in. After a moment Viggo broke the kiss and smiled at him with that beautiful imperfect smile. “You already have me.” Sean’s eyes sparkled as he ran one finger down Viggo’s lightly furred, well muscled chest, feeling the man tremble beneath his touch was empowering. Emboldened he tangled his fingers through the densely curled hair below Viggo’s navel and then firmly gripped his cock, stroking it with a practiced confidence. “No, now I have you. The question is… what am I going to do with you?” Sean’s voice caressed Viggo with as much skill as the hand on his cock. He practically moaned his reply, “What ever you want, Sean. What ever you want.”
“I want you beneath me on the bed, moaning incoherently, begging me for release, writhing in pleasure.” His accented rumble reverberated in the small space, teasing Viggo’s senses to a state of wanton abandon. With an economy of movement Sean soaped both of them while he continued to languidly stroke Viggo with one hand before maneuvering them both under the water to rinse. He managed to turn off the water with a catlike grace and lead Viggo out of the shower while maintaining his relentless stimulation of the other man’s rock-hard shaft.
Viggo scarcely recognized the sounds he was making; the sensations of being washed and stroked simultaneously left him trembling and unable to focus. With a loving reluctance Sean relinquished the hold he had and wrapped Viggo in a towel; gently kissing stray droplets of water from his nose and eyelashes. Leaving the towel draped over Viggo, he grabbed another and patted himself dry with ease, shaking the water out of his hair in sparkling shower of droplets, which shimmered and shone in the firelight. Grabbing the lit candles he hustled an entranced Viggo into the bedroom and sprawled himself on the bed, unabashed by his nudity. It seemed once aroused; Sean had more than embraced his new universal sexuality, while dropping, once and for all, the role of reluctant lover.
Mesmerized, Viggo shrugged the towel from his shoulders, crawled onto the bed, and curled himself into the glowing form of his soon to be lover, until they were pressed into one contiguous figure. Damp hair cooling flushed skin as each man explored and worshipped the other. Firm fingers mapping every soft curve and hard angle, skin craving skin, searching out each scar with reverence is if to absorb the story it told. “Fuck Vig,” Sean gasped as the older man roughly ran his tongue over his dusky nipples. “Feels so good.” Sean was panting now. “Want more… Will you… will you let me… I want to be inside you.” He finally managed.
Viggo smirked, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Not ready to give up control yet, eh?”
Sean grinned sheepishly. “That’s not to say that I won’t Vig, I’m just, well… yeah, not ready yet.” Skating his fingers over the swell of Viggo’s well muscled ass.
“Yet, huh. I’m going to hold you to that.” He whispered after licking a wide strip up the curve of the blond’s neck.
Sean shivered in anticipation, knowing he would submit in the not too distant future, surrendering to Viggo and giving up the control he fought throughout his adult life to keep. His cock thickened and jerked at the though of being taken but for now Sean needed to take charge, to show Viggo that he was here fully, as an equal not as passive participant. “It’s not like I’m a total novice, Vig. I have had anal sex before” And then added with a cheeky grin, “Just not with someone that has the same bits and pieces that I have.”
“It’s not exactly the same thing, Sean.”
“I don’t know Vig, I think I might surprise you.” He said slyly as he rolled the artist onto his back in one fluid motion.
“You’ve already more than surprised me Sean, and pleasantly so.” Viggo reached up and captured the blonds’ lips in a tender kiss.
“I plan on being much more than pleasant.” Sean’s low voice skittered across Viggo’s neck and came to rest in his ear, sending a shiver of anticipation through his body, already flushed and warm with arousal.
“Do you have any, um, you know, supplies.” Sean asked while firmly stroking the lightly furred thighs spread before him.
Viggo shook his head reluctantly, realizing now that he was woefully unprepared for this turn of events. “Never thought I’d get an opportunity to use them, so sadly no. We can do other things though.” Viggo replied as he closed his eyes and arched into the caress.
Sean’s hands stopped as he stared at Viggo as if searching for an answer to a question he didn’t know if he should ask. Viggo felt the change the in the man above him and open his eyes and watched as Sean wrestled with something, green eyes burned and almost looked through him. “Sean? Everything okay?” Viggo asked with concern.
With those words, Sean’s eyes refocused on the man he loved, and he started with hesitation. “I’m safe you know. Testing was one of Abby’s demands when she accused me of cheating.” A look of betrayal swam through the pools of green before he continued. “It was only afterwards, that I realized it was a diversion to keep me angry enough not to discover her indiscretions. Results came back clean a year ago, and I’ve been safe the few times since then.” Sean threaded his fingers through Viggo’s, eyes shimmering with vulnerability.
Viggo stared at Sean in disbelief. “Geez Sean, I mean… God.” Viggo took a deep breath; the thought of Sean inside him, skin to skin was almost too much. “I’m clean too. Tested last year and there hasn’t been anyone since then. But Sean, fuck, are you sure?”
Sean kissed Viggo with such tenderness that it took his breath away more than any kiss they’d already had. “Yes, I’m sure.” Sean whispered his breath ghosting across Viggo’s lips. “Trust me?” he added.
“With my life” Viggo answered before he kissed him back with matched gentleness. “I love you, Sean. The trust part is implicit.” Both men locked eyes understanding how important the moment was.
As the silence between them stretched Sean began with one eyebrow raised. “Vig…”
“Yeah.” Answered a confused Viggo.
“No one uses words like ’implicit’ in bed while their lover is about to fuck them senseless for the first time.” Breaking into a grin.
Viggo smirked and replied, “I do.”
“Then I’m not doing a very good job at making you writhe incoherently with pleasure.” With that Sean brought Viggo’s legs up until they were practically pressed against his chest, and licked a firm strip from dusky clenched pucker to swell of his balls. Sean had always been a very oral lover and the thought of rimming Viggo was far less intimidating and far more arousing than he would have imagined.
“Fuck, Sean.” Viggo gasped and arched at the touch.
“Still talking Vig?” Sean chuckled as he saw Viggo’s eyes go wide and his thighs tremble under his touch. Sean continued to lave the entire area behind his balls; exploring the roughness of the crinkled hair; and finding Viggo’s earthy scent intoxicating. He circled the puckered skin with his tongue, teasing the opening yet never quite venturing inside. Viggo’s hips bucked as he moaned his approval, his thighs falling open even farther in wanton abandon. Sean raked his fingers along the inside of the thighs and took pleasure in the reaction he caused. Going on instinct he reached up and tweaked a darkened nipple, smiling at the tightening of flesh as the nub became hard with desire. Returning to the task at hand he continued to taste and tease the musky area beneath Viggo’s balls. Then without warning he thrust his tongue deeply into the other man, feeling the surprised clench of muscle before it relaxed and opened to let him in. Viggo thrashed and grabbed at the sheet beneath them as Sean relentlessly plundered the most intimate opening, while his cock wept pearls of pre-come until his stomach was slick with his arousal. The steel-like shaft slapped against his stomach as he jerked with pleasure and mingled with his moans of approval in an intoxicating rhythm, crumbling Sean’s control.
“Viggo tell me you have something we can use as lube” Sean growled as he reluctantly left the heat of Viggo’s flesh.
“Lotion… drawer…” Viggo panted as he distractedly gestured to the bedside table. Sean grabbed the drawer and practically pulled it out of the table in his haste for the lotion. He wanted nothing more than to sink into Viggo’s velvet heat and waiting wasn’t an option anymore. Glancing quickly at the label as he flipped the lid, he squirted a generous amount into his palm and slicked his fingers its aromatic coolness. Warming it for a moment he circled the opening briefly before he breached the muscle with one digit. Viggo moaned above him, words blurred into a rhythmic, almost lyrical chant of pure bliss. Working the finger in and out carefully, Sean’s cock twitched at the snugness, and then he withdrew almost completely before adding a second. He scissored the fingers, driving them deeper each time, both men’s breath became erratic. As he slipped the third in Sean suddenly remembered the kinky goth-girl he bedded years ago, who had sucked him off wearing nothing but rings through her nipples, while thrusting a finger in his ass and the amazing orgasm he had when she stroked his prostate. Sean curled his fingers upward, searching, and was rewarded almost instantly as Viggo almost launched himself off the bed chanting “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”. Grinning at his new found prowess, Sean stroked the gland firmly a few times more before pulling his hand away and slicking his drooling erection with more lotion.
“Now Sean, want you inside me now.” Viggo whispered raggedly, his hands clutched at the sheets.
Sean wanted nothing but to oblige him, as he line up the blunt head of his cock with Viggo’s opening, he locked eyes with the man he loved and began to push in slowly, feeling the guardian muscle resist and then welcome him in and he slid in balls deep.
“Vig-gooo” Sean groaned as he felt the tight sheath as it pulsed and gripped him in its heat. He watched Viggo’s eyes dilate with pleasure as he was filled and stretched with Sean’s solid length. After a brief moment, Viggo nodded almost imperceptibly urging Sean to move as he wrapped his legs around the blonde’s waist drawing him even deeper into his body. “Fuck, Vig, I can’t hold back.” Sean grunted as he started to move.
“Then don’t.” Viggo panted, “Want to feel you come inside me.” Sean didn’t need anymore encouragement as he thrust deeply, changing the angle each time until he found Viggo’s sweet spot and was able to hit it again and again. Viggo practically levitated off the bed, arching into each thrust, eyes rolling back in his head. He held onto Viggo’s hips and plunged relentlessly into the molten heat beneath him, their rhythm became erratic as their breaths. Viggo’s cock ached to be touched and he reached between them to stroke himself in time with Sean’s thrusts. Seeing his lover touch himself pushed Sean to the brink, he reached up and joined Viggo’s hand with his own; wanting to feel the moment that his lover came beneath his touch.
Viggo thrust into Sean’s palm, the sight of his lover’s hand joined with his own, stroking his shaft, pushed Viggo over the edge. With a howl he came over their united hands and splashed their bodies with pearly white ribbons of come. Sean felt the clench and pulse of Viggo’s orgasm surround and massage his cock into its own climax, filling the tight passage with his own essence. Sean’s arms trembled to hold up his own weight, before Viggo reached up and pulled him down into a scorching kiss, stealing the last of the breath he had. The two men collapsed into a tangled heap, sticky with their love and exhausted by their lovemaking. Viggo felt Sean soften member slip from him as he gently kissed his sweaty brow, his own heart still thundering in his chest, filled with love and amazed at the passion and beauty that lay beside him.
“I love you, Sean.” He murmured, drawing his lover even closer placing kisses along his jaw line.
“mmmm” Sean replied with effort, still trying to catch his breath and come down from the incredible passion induced high. “I love you too Vig.” Viggo rolled Sean over so he was below him and he continued to kiss and nuzzle the golden body beneath him.
“Remind me never to under estimate you again.” Viggo grinned as he laved Sean’s nipples like a cat cleaning a kitten.
“Yeah, well I told you I wasn’t completely inexperienced,” Sean beamed with pride, knowing he brought his lover pleasure. “Though next time can we use something other than ‘Hemp Body Lotion, infused with orange and lavender’ as lube.” He added with a chuckle the firelight dancing in his eyes as they grew heavy with exhaustion. Viggo grabbed a damp towel off the floor and cleaned them both, watching as the flicker of shadows and flame soothed his lover to sleep, his breathing slowed as each muscle relaxed and gave way to slumber. Viggo sat watching Sean for a long time, wanting to burn this memory into his soul, not because he thought it was fleeting but to feed him in the times ahead when they had to be apart.
TBC - One chapter to go...
Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Coming together – exactly as it sounds…
Content/warnings: smut: M/M action
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Archive rights: sure, ask first please
Authors Note: This is the first (and so far only) s.e.x. to completion scene I've written, so be kind :-)
Chapter 10 -- Coming Together
Viggo led Sean upstairs; the complete reversal of emotions in the last half hour had left him lightheaded, slightly off balance and overwhelmed with the trust that had just been given him. Viggo knew that regardless of Sean’s passionate kisses outside, saying you want to be with someone is one thing, actually going against everything you thought you knew about your sexuality is another thing entirely. Viggo felt the weighted responsibility of making this first experience, incredible for Sean, wanting to show him how amazing their love could be. Gulping air into his lungs, Viggo’s head was reeling and his heart thundering in his ears as they entered the bedroom.
Sean, standing behind Viggo, could sense the tension in his soon to be lover and calmly pulled the trembling man into a gentle embrace. “Not having second thoughts are you love?” Sean murmured into the soft hair behind Viggo’s ear, breathing in his uniquely earthy scent and renewing the flood of heat that had pooled in his groin.
“No!” Viggo practically shouted. “It’s just… I’m…” he stammered.
“Scared?” Sean finished as he turned the older man to face him. Viggo nod shyly. “Me too.” Sean leaned back to look at the man he loved and brushed a lock of stray hair from his face. Viggo swallowed and tried to look away from the intense scrutiny. “Hey,” Sean gently cupped the square jaw and locked his sea green eyes with the stormy sky ones in front of him. “I’m right here Vig, look at me. It’s us, what ever feels right, okay?” Sean ran his hands down Viggo’s chest and rested them right above the waistband of his paint spattered jeans. Grasping both belt loops and pulling Viggo’s groin flush against his; there’s no mistaking the interest that had swelled and thickened between them. Sean’s gazed at Viggo intently as he continued. “I’m not going anywhere, Vig. I’m not going to change my mind or run away. I am going to be here when you wake in the morning, and every morning.”
Sean pressed his mouth to Viggo’s, and groaned as he captured his partners’ sensual lips in a searing kiss. He slid into Viggo’s silky heat, tongue thrusting deeply, dancing with desire while he held their hips together, their heated arousal anxious for contact, even through layers of cloth. Viggo sunk into the kiss, forgetting his fears, letting Sean’s passion wrap around them like a sanctuary. The air was thick and burned with promise as they broke the kiss in search of air.
“We have far too many clothes on, Viggo.” Sean purred, “I want to feel your skin on mine, slick with sweat, hot and hard beneath my touch.” Viggo groaned as Sean’s sexy as sin voice curled around him, caressing and arousing him as if it were a physical entity unto itself. Letting out a shaky breath Viggo looked around the room, the darkness only broken by the light of the moon and sky full of stars peeking through the window. He gathered several pillar candles on his bedside table. “Come on, let’s take a shower.” Viggo led Sean into the master bath with a grin.
“A shower by candlelight, Vig?” Sean raised an eyebrow at the possibilities. “Yeah, the thought of firelight and shadow dancing across your wet skin, almost makes me want to bring my camera.” Viggo mused as he lit the candles and Sean tugged at clothing that seems to suddenly be several sizes to small. Fumbling in haste the two men finally stood beneath the water, consumed by desire as the combination of fire and water overwhelmed their senses. Warm, sleek bodies, mirroring each other in beauty, strength and sensuality, pressed together, skin on skin, for the first time. Both men groaned as their cocks met and demanded attention. Viggo sunk to his knees and buried his face in the dark, golden curls at the base of Sean’s impressive length. Sean braced himself on the cool tile of the shower; his knees weakened by lust, as Viggo kissed his way up the aching erection and swiped his velvet tongue lovingly over the head. This was so much better than anything he had dreamed about.
Viggo sucked his cock deeply into his mouth; the natural taste of Sean was fast becoming addictive; fresh and slightly salty like an ocean breeze. Running his tongue up the sensitive underside, he looked up at Sean mesmerized by what he saw. Sean’s eyes were at heavy lidded with desire; a pallet of yellow and orange firelight skimmed across his pale skin as if it were licking at the sparkling droplets of water to slake unquenchable thirst. Long shadows flit across his well built frame as if to caress him in a sensual dance. The intensity of the vision before him, and the visceral impact of the knowledge that he was the first man to make Sean tremble and moan like this were almost enough to make him come.
Sean twined his fingers into Viggo’s hair and gazed into his beautiful blue eyes, dark with emotion. “So close Viggo,” He managed to gasp as he tried to get Viggo to disengage. “Not like this, not here. I want more, Viggo. I want you.” He pulled Viggo off his knees and kissed him, feeling him open and welcome him in. After a moment Viggo broke the kiss and smiled at him with that beautiful imperfect smile. “You already have me.” Sean’s eyes sparkled as he ran one finger down Viggo’s lightly furred, well muscled chest, feeling the man tremble beneath his touch was empowering. Emboldened he tangled his fingers through the densely curled hair below Viggo’s navel and then firmly gripped his cock, stroking it with a practiced confidence. “No, now I have you. The question is… what am I going to do with you?” Sean’s voice caressed Viggo with as much skill as the hand on his cock. He practically moaned his reply, “What ever you want, Sean. What ever you want.”
“I want you beneath me on the bed, moaning incoherently, begging me for release, writhing in pleasure.” His accented rumble reverberated in the small space, teasing Viggo’s senses to a state of wanton abandon. With an economy of movement Sean soaped both of them while he continued to languidly stroke Viggo with one hand before maneuvering them both under the water to rinse. He managed to turn off the water with a catlike grace and lead Viggo out of the shower while maintaining his relentless stimulation of the other man’s rock-hard shaft.
Viggo scarcely recognized the sounds he was making; the sensations of being washed and stroked simultaneously left him trembling and unable to focus. With a loving reluctance Sean relinquished the hold he had and wrapped Viggo in a towel; gently kissing stray droplets of water from his nose and eyelashes. Leaving the towel draped over Viggo, he grabbed another and patted himself dry with ease, shaking the water out of his hair in sparkling shower of droplets, which shimmered and shone in the firelight. Grabbing the lit candles he hustled an entranced Viggo into the bedroom and sprawled himself on the bed, unabashed by his nudity. It seemed once aroused; Sean had more than embraced his new universal sexuality, while dropping, once and for all, the role of reluctant lover.
Mesmerized, Viggo shrugged the towel from his shoulders, crawled onto the bed, and curled himself into the glowing form of his soon to be lover, until they were pressed into one contiguous figure. Damp hair cooling flushed skin as each man explored and worshipped the other. Firm fingers mapping every soft curve and hard angle, skin craving skin, searching out each scar with reverence is if to absorb the story it told. “Fuck Vig,” Sean gasped as the older man roughly ran his tongue over his dusky nipples. “Feels so good.” Sean was panting now. “Want more… Will you… will you let me… I want to be inside you.” He finally managed.
Viggo smirked, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Not ready to give up control yet, eh?”
Sean grinned sheepishly. “That’s not to say that I won’t Vig, I’m just, well… yeah, not ready yet.” Skating his fingers over the swell of Viggo’s well muscled ass.
“Yet, huh. I’m going to hold you to that.” He whispered after licking a wide strip up the curve of the blond’s neck.
Sean shivered in anticipation, knowing he would submit in the not too distant future, surrendering to Viggo and giving up the control he fought throughout his adult life to keep. His cock thickened and jerked at the though of being taken but for now Sean needed to take charge, to show Viggo that he was here fully, as an equal not as passive participant. “It’s not like I’m a total novice, Vig. I have had anal sex before” And then added with a cheeky grin, “Just not with someone that has the same bits and pieces that I have.”
“It’s not exactly the same thing, Sean.”
“I don’t know Vig, I think I might surprise you.” He said slyly as he rolled the artist onto his back in one fluid motion.
“You’ve already more than surprised me Sean, and pleasantly so.” Viggo reached up and captured the blonds’ lips in a tender kiss.
“I plan on being much more than pleasant.” Sean’s low voice skittered across Viggo’s neck and came to rest in his ear, sending a shiver of anticipation through his body, already flushed and warm with arousal.
“Do you have any, um, you know, supplies.” Sean asked while firmly stroking the lightly furred thighs spread before him.
Viggo shook his head reluctantly, realizing now that he was woefully unprepared for this turn of events. “Never thought I’d get an opportunity to use them, so sadly no. We can do other things though.” Viggo replied as he closed his eyes and arched into the caress.
Sean’s hands stopped as he stared at Viggo as if searching for an answer to a question he didn’t know if he should ask. Viggo felt the change the in the man above him and open his eyes and watched as Sean wrestled with something, green eyes burned and almost looked through him. “Sean? Everything okay?” Viggo asked with concern.
With those words, Sean’s eyes refocused on the man he loved, and he started with hesitation. “I’m safe you know. Testing was one of Abby’s demands when she accused me of cheating.” A look of betrayal swam through the pools of green before he continued. “It was only afterwards, that I realized it was a diversion to keep me angry enough not to discover her indiscretions. Results came back clean a year ago, and I’ve been safe the few times since then.” Sean threaded his fingers through Viggo’s, eyes shimmering with vulnerability.
Viggo stared at Sean in disbelief. “Geez Sean, I mean… God.” Viggo took a deep breath; the thought of Sean inside him, skin to skin was almost too much. “I’m clean too. Tested last year and there hasn’t been anyone since then. But Sean, fuck, are you sure?”
Sean kissed Viggo with such tenderness that it took his breath away more than any kiss they’d already had. “Yes, I’m sure.” Sean whispered his breath ghosting across Viggo’s lips. “Trust me?” he added.
“With my life” Viggo answered before he kissed him back with matched gentleness. “I love you, Sean. The trust part is implicit.” Both men locked eyes understanding how important the moment was.
As the silence between them stretched Sean began with one eyebrow raised. “Vig…”
“Yeah.” Answered a confused Viggo.
“No one uses words like ’implicit’ in bed while their lover is about to fuck them senseless for the first time.” Breaking into a grin.
Viggo smirked and replied, “I do.”
“Then I’m not doing a very good job at making you writhe incoherently with pleasure.” With that Sean brought Viggo’s legs up until they were practically pressed against his chest, and licked a firm strip from dusky clenched pucker to swell of his balls. Sean had always been a very oral lover and the thought of rimming Viggo was far less intimidating and far more arousing than he would have imagined.
“Fuck, Sean.” Viggo gasped and arched at the touch.
“Still talking Vig?” Sean chuckled as he saw Viggo’s eyes go wide and his thighs tremble under his touch. Sean continued to lave the entire area behind his balls; exploring the roughness of the crinkled hair; and finding Viggo’s earthy scent intoxicating. He circled the puckered skin with his tongue, teasing the opening yet never quite venturing inside. Viggo’s hips bucked as he moaned his approval, his thighs falling open even farther in wanton abandon. Sean raked his fingers along the inside of the thighs and took pleasure in the reaction he caused. Going on instinct he reached up and tweaked a darkened nipple, smiling at the tightening of flesh as the nub became hard with desire. Returning to the task at hand he continued to taste and tease the musky area beneath Viggo’s balls. Then without warning he thrust his tongue deeply into the other man, feeling the surprised clench of muscle before it relaxed and opened to let him in. Viggo thrashed and grabbed at the sheet beneath them as Sean relentlessly plundered the most intimate opening, while his cock wept pearls of pre-come until his stomach was slick with his arousal. The steel-like shaft slapped against his stomach as he jerked with pleasure and mingled with his moans of approval in an intoxicating rhythm, crumbling Sean’s control.
“Viggo tell me you have something we can use as lube” Sean growled as he reluctantly left the heat of Viggo’s flesh.
“Lotion… drawer…” Viggo panted as he distractedly gestured to the bedside table. Sean grabbed the drawer and practically pulled it out of the table in his haste for the lotion. He wanted nothing more than to sink into Viggo’s velvet heat and waiting wasn’t an option anymore. Glancing quickly at the label as he flipped the lid, he squirted a generous amount into his palm and slicked his fingers its aromatic coolness. Warming it for a moment he circled the opening briefly before he breached the muscle with one digit. Viggo moaned above him, words blurred into a rhythmic, almost lyrical chant of pure bliss. Working the finger in and out carefully, Sean’s cock twitched at the snugness, and then he withdrew almost completely before adding a second. He scissored the fingers, driving them deeper each time, both men’s breath became erratic. As he slipped the third in Sean suddenly remembered the kinky goth-girl he bedded years ago, who had sucked him off wearing nothing but rings through her nipples, while thrusting a finger in his ass and the amazing orgasm he had when she stroked his prostate. Sean curled his fingers upward, searching, and was rewarded almost instantly as Viggo almost launched himself off the bed chanting “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”. Grinning at his new found prowess, Sean stroked the gland firmly a few times more before pulling his hand away and slicking his drooling erection with more lotion.
“Now Sean, want you inside me now.” Viggo whispered raggedly, his hands clutched at the sheets.
Sean wanted nothing but to oblige him, as he line up the blunt head of his cock with Viggo’s opening, he locked eyes with the man he loved and began to push in slowly, feeling the guardian muscle resist and then welcome him in and he slid in balls deep.
“Vig-gooo” Sean groaned as he felt the tight sheath as it pulsed and gripped him in its heat. He watched Viggo’s eyes dilate with pleasure as he was filled and stretched with Sean’s solid length. After a brief moment, Viggo nodded almost imperceptibly urging Sean to move as he wrapped his legs around the blonde’s waist drawing him even deeper into his body. “Fuck, Vig, I can’t hold back.” Sean grunted as he started to move.
“Then don’t.” Viggo panted, “Want to feel you come inside me.” Sean didn’t need anymore encouragement as he thrust deeply, changing the angle each time until he found Viggo’s sweet spot and was able to hit it again and again. Viggo practically levitated off the bed, arching into each thrust, eyes rolling back in his head. He held onto Viggo’s hips and plunged relentlessly into the molten heat beneath him, their rhythm became erratic as their breaths. Viggo’s cock ached to be touched and he reached between them to stroke himself in time with Sean’s thrusts. Seeing his lover touch himself pushed Sean to the brink, he reached up and joined Viggo’s hand with his own; wanting to feel the moment that his lover came beneath his touch.
Viggo thrust into Sean’s palm, the sight of his lover’s hand joined with his own, stroking his shaft, pushed Viggo over the edge. With a howl he came over their united hands and splashed their bodies with pearly white ribbons of come. Sean felt the clench and pulse of Viggo’s orgasm surround and massage his cock into its own climax, filling the tight passage with his own essence. Sean’s arms trembled to hold up his own weight, before Viggo reached up and pulled him down into a scorching kiss, stealing the last of the breath he had. The two men collapsed into a tangled heap, sticky with their love and exhausted by their lovemaking. Viggo felt Sean soften member slip from him as he gently kissed his sweaty brow, his own heart still thundering in his chest, filled with love and amazed at the passion and beauty that lay beside him.
“I love you, Sean.” He murmured, drawing his lover even closer placing kisses along his jaw line.
“mmmm” Sean replied with effort, still trying to catch his breath and come down from the incredible passion induced high. “I love you too Vig.” Viggo rolled Sean over so he was below him and he continued to kiss and nuzzle the golden body beneath him.
“Remind me never to under estimate you again.” Viggo grinned as he laved Sean’s nipples like a cat cleaning a kitten.
“Yeah, well I told you I wasn’t completely inexperienced,” Sean beamed with pride, knowing he brought his lover pleasure. “Though next time can we use something other than ‘Hemp Body Lotion, infused with orange and lavender’ as lube.” He added with a chuckle the firelight dancing in his eyes as they grew heavy with exhaustion. Viggo grabbed a damp towel off the floor and cleaned them both, watching as the flicker of shadows and flame soothed his lover to sleep, his breathing slowed as each muscle relaxed and gave way to slumber. Viggo sat watching Sean for a long time, wanting to burn this memory into his soul, not because he thought it was fleeting but to feed him in the times ahead when they had to be apart.
TBC - One chapter to go...
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Date: 2005-09-17 08:29 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next chapter tho' I'll be sad to see this lovely series end. Thanks so much for sharing it!
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Date: 2005-09-18 02:38 am (UTC)cheers, rb
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Date: 2005-09-20 05:41 pm (UTC)Thanks for your encouragement along the way, it's always appreciated.
cheers, rb