V/O FIC: TOUCHES
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vigorliTitle: TOUCHES (A follow-up to of sorts to You took the time to know me)
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obvmluver
Beta:littlegreenleaf
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: Hotness/Adult content
Summary: The beginning of a night of passion.
Feedback: is always nice but not necessary.
Disclamer: Yeah, if I said this is real, I'd be lying. I mean no disrespect to anyone and I'm not making money.
A/N 1.: A special thanks to my beta who surprised me by how fast she beta read this. *bows deep in respect and smirks*
A/N 2.: The words written in italics belong to Viggo Mortensen. They are taken from his poem Communion done 1999-2002.
The soft touch of a fingertip near his belly button brought the stream of gentle murmurs to a temporary halt. The bend in the wrist was delicate, the movement fluent as the fingertip travelled downwards following a path of dark hairs. It dipped past the juncture of a muscular thigh eliciting a long groan before slithering up the thigh and back towards the belly button. The soft touch intensified as the first finger was joined by another.
The hairs on the stomach and chest were coarse but warm and they tickled as they slid past the sides of both fingers. The head thrown sideways on a satiny pillow revealed a pulsing vein and the fingers headed towards it. The touch, magically remaining just as feathery as the first one, intensified more and more until a warm hand was pressed against the heart, fingers pointing to the vein.
A sigh escaped parted lips as the hand suddenly darted across the chest, brushing the quivering jaw as it slid over the shoulder and under the pillow. A long drawn out grunt filled the air, replaced the soft music for a moment as a hot body wrapped itself over him. Another grunt came a second later as warm breath ghosted over sensitized skin.
Each smile returned...
The deep, sinful voice began and soon a wet tongue touched the skin. Soon it turned into a kiss and was replaced by the chilly wind wafting inside from an open window.
Makes harder avoiding...
Another touch and the arousal rose. His body shook making him unable to do anything else but feel.
Dreams that see us...
A hot and wet tongue dipped into the belly button, finding the sweet spot making him cry out in pleasure.
Lying in early evening...
His body tingled; he shook uncontrollably, like a leaf in the storm.
Curtain shadows...
The all encompassing warmth around him was intense and he arched his back. The hot body travelled upwards again, open palms brushing over the sensitive nipples. Orlando pressed his warm, moist lips against Viggo’s ear.
Skin safe against skin...
The lips that were ghosting over his ear, the touch still feathery, made Viggo finally come undone.
~The End~
Author:
obvmluverBeta:
littlegreenleafPairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: Hotness/Adult content
Summary: The beginning of a night of passion.
Feedback: is always nice but not necessary.
Disclamer: Yeah, if I said this is real, I'd be lying. I mean no disrespect to anyone and I'm not making money.
A/N 1.: A special thanks to my beta who surprised me by how fast she beta read this. *bows deep in respect and smirks*
A/N 2.: The words written in italics belong to Viggo Mortensen. They are taken from his poem Communion done 1999-2002.
The soft touch of a fingertip near his belly button brought the stream of gentle murmurs to a temporary halt. The bend in the wrist was delicate, the movement fluent as the fingertip travelled downwards following a path of dark hairs. It dipped past the juncture of a muscular thigh eliciting a long groan before slithering up the thigh and back towards the belly button. The soft touch intensified as the first finger was joined by another.
The hairs on the stomach and chest were coarse but warm and they tickled as they slid past the sides of both fingers. The head thrown sideways on a satiny pillow revealed a pulsing vein and the fingers headed towards it. The touch, magically remaining just as feathery as the first one, intensified more and more until a warm hand was pressed against the heart, fingers pointing to the vein.
A sigh escaped parted lips as the hand suddenly darted across the chest, brushing the quivering jaw as it slid over the shoulder and under the pillow. A long drawn out grunt filled the air, replaced the soft music for a moment as a hot body wrapped itself over him. Another grunt came a second later as warm breath ghosted over sensitized skin.
Each smile returned...
The deep, sinful voice began and soon a wet tongue touched the skin. Soon it turned into a kiss and was replaced by the chilly wind wafting inside from an open window.
Makes harder avoiding...
Another touch and the arousal rose. His body shook making him unable to do anything else but feel.
Dreams that see us...
A hot and wet tongue dipped into the belly button, finding the sweet spot making him cry out in pleasure.
Lying in early evening...
His body tingled; he shook uncontrollably, like a leaf in the storm.
Curtain shadows...
The all encompassing warmth around him was intense and he arched his back. The hot body travelled upwards again, open palms brushing over the sensitive nipples. Orlando pressed his warm, moist lips against Viggo’s ear.
Skin safe against skin...
The lips that were ghosting over his ear, the touch still feathery, made Viggo finally come undone.
~The End~
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