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Title: Hurt(5)

Pairing: SB/VM

Rating: R

Author: [livejournal.com profile] govi20

Archive: rugbytackle Summary: How can something wrong feel so good?

 

DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION; is NOT true, and did NOT happen. I write these stories for fun, and don't make any profit whatsoever from them. Do not know these celebrities and am NOT making any claims about what they do (or enjoy) in real life.

 

 

I’ve heard of mothers who were blindfolded and could recognise their baby in a room full of babies, just by the smell.

I could probably do that with you.

I know how you smell, I know how you taste and even if old age catches up with me and have me senile I’ll still know.

With everyone gone that night we were left, not speaking, our eyes locked for quite some time.

So I took your hand and guided you to your bedroom.

The bed lamp spreading a soft glow: I needed to see you.

Then I tasted you going very, very slowly. I kissed and licked every part of your skin, devouring your skin bared by my hands. I waited so long for this and I wanted it to last.

It felt like being your first, the careful exploration of your body. Just getting up quickly for skinning off my own clothes.

You were lying passively beneath me, but the blue fire of your eyes spoke of passion, your erection pressing at my thigh of lust.

Then we were finally naked, skin to skin and I started to make love to you, no longer able to go slow or sweet. And then you asked me. And begged me.

Your voice so desperate, so needing.

And again I put my mouth on the hollow of you throat, this time using my teeth, biting down , marking you. It felt unimaginably good, so I did it again, feeling the skin break beneath my teeth.

You were squirming beneath me, looking more beautiful then ever.

We created a terrible beauty that night Viggo.

We were so close and yet too close, it drove us apart.

But I can still remember your smell, can still remember your taste.

Date: 2005-11-26 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mooms.livejournal.com

We created a terrible beauty that night Viggo.

I love that beautiful line, Govi ! This story gets better and better !!

Date: 2005-11-26 04:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bijou69.livejournal.com
Beautiful again! *happy sigh*

Date: 2005-11-26 05:23 pm (UTC)

Date: 2005-11-26 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nanathecat.livejournal.com
This line is definitely seriously beautiful:

"We were so close and yet too close, it drove us apart."

I understand his afraid well...the relation closed too much sometimes could destroy their good relationship. *sigh*
I hope they will find a way out of the difficulty to hold each other tightly in peace.

Date: 2005-11-26 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rotpunkt.livejournal.com
I especially like how you emphasize the smell. It´s often not a conscious memory, but somehow lingering very deeply and it has a strong effect. It´s a good way to show the contradiction between his instincts (drawn to Viggo by the smell) and his more rational thoughts...

Hello

Date: 2005-11-26 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faramirgirl.livejournal.com
Beautiful just beautiful. I just love reading how Sean is feeling about his relationship with Viggo. Looking forward to reading more.

Date: 2005-11-27 10:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] empressm.livejournal.com
Oh my, I can't bear those definitely gorgeous sentences!
Love the Danish being delicious, being vulnerable, being taken, being loved and being hurt. All these make a more beautiful Viggo.

Date: 2005-11-27 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] empressm.livejournal.com
BTW, hope you won't mind my friending you on my f-list ;)
Thanks.

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