Lessons

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Title: Lessons
Author: Me, Claire
Rating: Not sure, R to NC17, I guess
BETA:Spanky spank_an_elf, who I love to bits for doing so.
Warnings: I dunno. Kink, I guess, and sex
Summary: Orlando's learning....
Disclaimer: I claim neither the people in the fic, nor the truth of it. I made it up. It's not real



Viggo waits until Orli is de-elfed by the makeup artists, before telling Orli to go and wait by the car whilst he talks to PJ. By this stage of his training, Orlando knows that means he must kneel by the car and not speak to anyone. The last time he broke that rule he had difficulty sitting down for a few days. Since Orli knows they will be riding tomorrow, he doesn't want to risk it right now.

And half an hour later when Viggo finally arrives Orli still kneels there, muttering under his breath. Viggo finally gives him permission to get up and into the car. Orli gets in to the front seat then he sees Viggo has one of his favourite toys - a large dildo. Viggo has Orli lean forward so that he can seat it inside his lover before driving them both home.

Viggo long ago "confiscated" Orli's car keys. If Orlando begs prettily Viggo lets him have them back for a day, or a weekend, but then Orlando knew what he was getting into when he became Viggo's lover. Knew it would mean that Orli must obey the older man's every word, and satisfy his every whim. But Orlando's learnt that the reality is a lot more intense than he thought. And he's learnt he likes it intense.

When they arrive home, Viggo takes Orlando's hand and drags him inside, leaving him to undress whilst he goes upstairs to fetch the collar that Orlando is still shy about wearing outside the house. Viggo's been patient about that concept, never forcing the issue, but always rewarding Orlando when he *does* wear it out.

When Viggo returns downstairs Orlando is on his knees again. Viggo quickly fastens Orlando into the collar, which he *does* love, because it makes him feel safe and protected, even if he feels shy about wearing it.

Viggo smiles at him, and then he growls. "You looked so hot in those leggings, boy, all I could think about today was what I was going to do to your arse when I got you home." And Orlando's cock tingles, because he's learnt that this kind of talk always leads to screaming orgasms, the kind that some days he isn't allowed, and others he must wait hours for before experiencing the sensation. Today's will be fast though. Fast, but just as intense as any of the others, because they're all orgasms from Viggo, who is his lover, his owner, and his master.

Orli soon finds himself bent over the kitchen table, wearing the cock ring that Viggo insists he wears, until he can learn to control himself, and not come until he's given permission. The dildo has been removed, but annoyingly it hasn't been replaced with Viggo's cock.

Orli has learnt that Viggo doesn't like to be rushed, that he'll take his own sweet time, and "prepare" Orlando so that he can fuck his own private masterpiece again and again. Orli's learnt that as well. Orlando knows he's work of art, to be treasured, and loved, and bent to Viggo's will. Because he belongs.

He's also a pet, a beloved puppy dog that Viggo loves to fuss over and play with. Like he's playing now, attaching the clamps and chains to Orlando's nipples, and tugging gently, loving the whimpering sounds coming from Orlando's mouth. Loving the knowledge that no one else will get to hear him sound like that. Ever.

Orlando's learnt that belonging is forever, and soon he will never stop being Viggo's. He's learnt that he is something to keep, and he's learnt that he likes being kept, owned, and loved in this way.

Finally, now, Viggo is ready. He comes around behind Orlando and slips his fingers in to check that Orli is still ready for him. When he finds Orlando accepting, he positions himself carefully, and begins to thrust, gently at first, but building in speed as his own arousal heightens.

And, as Orlando predicted, it's not long before he's allowed to come, spurting over the table, and collapsing into Viggo's arms, as he's supposed to when he comes.

Because he's learnt that Viggo will always catch him. Orlando's never allowed to hit the ground anymore.