Merry Christmas!
Dec. 23rd, 2005 02:21 pmSean ♥ Viggo: Husbands
NC-17 loving kink
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Disclaimer: Oh how I wish!
Dedication: To all my friends... with a big giant hug to
Christmas 2005, another year together, only this year is the very best. On December 5th they gave notice of intent to join in civil union, and on Wednesday the most appropriately named day, the 21st of December they tied the knot and became husbands to each other. The whole world was present represented by their thousands of fans cheering them on from the outside. Inside giving their blessings stood their families - parents, children, and even ex-wives not to mention the hordes of other relatives.
Now in the quiet solitude of their home they listen to holiday music, and drink warm brandy. The tree is almost complete lacking only the special touches.
“That looks so beautiful my husband,” Sean spoons Viggo kissing his neck softly and draws his earlobe into his mouth for a nibble that gets Viggo instantly hard.
“Thank you my husband, all those links on the chains represent our undying love for each other.”
“Oh really? I thought it represented bondage, the old ball and chain as it were.” He laughs teasingly, “but I would not be opposed to being bound and flogged by you – even spread out on the rack with my cock and balls strung up so tight that I wouldn’t be able to come even if I wanted to.”
“Oh you would, well I’ll tell you what my husband, why don’t you help me here with the final touches and then we can go play?”
“Yes my husband whatever you say love.” Smiling Sean picks up an ornament only to have Viggo take it from him.
“Naked, I want you naked while we finish,” Viggo’s voice is sultry and seductive as he gives his orders, “my husband.”
Obediently Sean strips out of his clothes folding them carefully in a neat pile on the floor by the sofa. Standing naked with his muscles rippling under his artificial golden tan, Sean proudly displays his collar that otherwise laid hidden beneath his turtleneck. To the world at large it looks like a gold choker bearing the initials of his husband VM. But to their secret world it is more binding than their civil union. Master and slave… till death do they part… and even then who knows.
“God Sean you are so beautiful,” Viggo goes up to him and strokes his hard cock lovingly, “You have me so wrapped around your little finger, okay my husband, you win, go and get me your leather cock ring, your large butt plug, and the silver cuffs and chains.”
“Yes master.”
“No Sean, husband, we’re husbands and that’s how you’ll address me always, as ‘my husband’.”
“Yes my husband!” The joy on his face is so much brighter than the tree and his eyes twinkle with the light of love.
Prancing off, yes prancing, thinks Viggo. Sean disappears upstairs and through their bedroom to their soundproof playroom to get all the things that were requested of him. Hands laden with his special holiday decorations Sean presents himself at Viggo’s feet.
“As you commanded my husband.” He is practically exploding out of his skin in anticipation.
“You’re such a good boy my husband.” Viggo opens his pants pulling down his zipper and takes out his large erection, “Suck me Sean, suck me till I come down your beautiful throat.”
“Yes my husband,” Sean takes Viggo’s cock gently in his hands worshiping it and praising its beauty and strength, not as poetic as Viggo but poetic enough to please his husband. Taking Viggo’s cock into his mouth he lets the pearly precum color his lips with its sticky flow. Slowly he brings it deeper, his eyes never leaving his husband’s face as he smiles and hums in awe at the look of ecstasy that his loving ministrations produce on his husband’s face.
Holding Viggo’s hips he opens his throat further letting Viggo’s precious cock slide deeper.
“Oh fuck, Sean, what you do to me,” he smiles and caresses Sean’s face and smoothes back his long locks. He likes Sean’s hair long and has commanded him never to cut it again; if he needs short hair for his career he can use a wig.
Sean is sucking away lustily as Viggo rams his cock down his throat, but Viggo pulls out at the last moment just before coming, “I’ve change my mind Sean, I want to come inside of you. Stand up.”
Sean rises gracefully to his feet ever obedient as Viggo fluidly kneels and rings his cock and balls. Rising he kisses Sean running his tongue all over the inside of his mouth tasting his own musk on Sean’s breath. He cuffs Sean’s wrist and chains him to the Christmas tree facing it, then he gets a spreader and attaches it to Sean’s ankles opening him up and splaying him on the tree as the best ornament he could ever want.
“Oh Sean you look so beautiful! Don’t move!” Viggo runs off and retrieves his camera rapidly capturing Sean on film. “I want to do this in stages love.” He picks up the large butt plug and kneels on one knee behind Sean, lubing it he inserts it slowly as Sean clenches his teeth not wanting to cry out so that his husband would be proud of him.
“Beautiful Sean, my beautiful Sean, I love you so much,” again the whirl of the camera can be heard.
“As I love you my husband.”
Viggo picks up his bushy leather flogger and kisses the nape of Sean’s neck reverently for the very special gift that he is to him. Then he cuts into Sean’s back with his flogger as though he were painting a life size abstract, crisscrossing the welts artistically, enjoying the music of Sean’s whimpers.
Wanting more he increases the strength of his strokes till Sean is screaming for release, “Please my husband I beg you, please, I need to come.” The pain is so glorious that Sean cries for the sheer joy of it.
So completely and totally turned on Viggo captures the splendor of his husband on film, and then kneeling he removes the butt plug and kisses Sean’s hole tenderly with his tongue. Putting the plug down on some wrapping paper Viggo strokes his cock as he moves it into position, “No lube my love, I feel that the plug was enough to open you for me, besides,” he chuckles, “It’s not like we weren’t fucking non stop since we got married.”
“Please my husband, please, I need you!”
“And you will have me my love,” so saying he plunges his cock into Sean and pounds in to him rough and hard, making his erection rub on the pine needles adding to his pain and perfuming the air with the scent of pine and sex.
“Oh my god!”
“Yes,” Viggo laughs happily.
“I need to, I have to, please let me come my husband my god….”
“Yes Sean, come for me,” and with a snap of his wrist he sends the cock ring flying and buries himself deep into his husband as they both come screaming words of love.
The impact of their orgasm is such that it sends the Christmas tree toppling over with Sean landing on it spread eagle and Viggo on top of him with his cock still buried deep. Laughing; crying from the laughter and sexual release they lay among the ruins content to be as one.
“Too bad we can’t take pictures of this scene eh my husband.” Sean’s still laughing as Viggo pulls out. Racing to capture the moment Viggo sets up his tripod and takes several stills of Sean before diving on top of him for the automatic shots.
“Who says we can’t my love, I want all our memories captured so that we can reminisce in our old age when our peckers hang well below out knees all but useless.”
Just then the church bells go off signifying midnight and Christmas day.
“Merry Christmas my Husband.”
“Merry Christmas my love.
Fin
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:50 pm (UTC)loved this :-D
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Date: 2005-12-24 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-25 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-26 01:37 am (UTC)Happy holidays to you my friend. *tight hugs* May~