FIC - Vig's Reaction to Orli Nipples
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willowwing posted to the Adult Viggo yahoo group. I asked her for more and she asked me what I had in mind, so I wrote her a snippet back, and before we knew it we were trading sections back and forth for a week. Willowwing wrote all of Viggo's POV, and my sections are Orlando's POV.
Title: Vig's Reaction to Orli Nipples
Author: Willowwing and namárië120
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo / Orlando
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened. All lies. Just a figment of our imagination run wild. We *really* have no clue what goes on in these men's lives. No harm intended.
Feedback: is most welcome
Summary: Viggo is tempted… what happens when he can’t resist any more
Beta: the wonderfularieltachna
Author’s Note: This story started as a reply to a comment in Willowwing’s LJ from a reader with a nipple fetish. Willowwing wrote the first section of this in response and shared it with the Adult Viggo yahoo group. Namárië answered with Orli's POV and this crazy tale ensued.
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There it is again. Orli has been practicing with Bob all afternoon in a loose sleeveless tank top that keeps slipping to the side to reveal a smooth, dark disk of flesh, and every time it does, I feel a pleasurable tightening low in my belly.
It is almost like a hunger. I want to taste it, suck it, nibble on it until I’m sated. Would it be sweeter than the salty skin around it?
Orlando's smile brings me out of my reverie. He’s headed towards me with a look of triumph on his face. "Yes,” he says, “I've got it. Thank God, that means I'm done for today. Want to grab a drink?" he asks, his head tilting to the side.
I know I‘m staring. I should look up and make eye contact… answer his question, but I can't tear my eyes away from his chest. The damp t-shirt is clinging, partially exposing my secret obsession. The closer he gets, the harder it becomes to control the impulse to reach out and grab him, pull him close to my mouth and feast on that enticing patch of skin.
"Vig?"
He comes to a stop just a few feet in front of me. I’m sitting on the top step in front of the trailer door, which puts my mouth at exactly the right height. Somehow my lust-fogged brain takes that as divine intervention. Grabbing his hips, I pull him sharply towards me.
I hear a surprised gasp just before my lips cover the partially exposed nipple. Off balance and stunned, I feel him tense in my arms. Imagining I’m going to get hit at any moment or at least shoved away, I suck it strongly, flicking the hardening nub until it peaks high enough to capture it with my teeth. Rolling it gently between my teeth, I hear a needy whimper and feel fingers sink into my hair, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.
The groan this time is mine as I pull the slender body even closer between my legs. He tastes even better than I'd imagined.
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I've been practicing with those bloody Elven knives all afternoon, getting hotter and sweatier by the minute. The heat isn't all due to my exertions with Bob, though. Viggo has been sitting outside the trailer watching us, looking sexier than any man has a right to in his faded jeans and t-shirt. Feeling his intense blue eyes following me has filled me with a heat that has nothing to do with swordplay. At least not with Bob... now Viggo's sword, that’s another matter completely...
I push the image out of my mind with a groan. Viggo is straight, or at least he has certainly never shown that he feels anything like the attraction I feel for him. And I won’t do anything to risk our friendship, or our working relationship.
When I've finally satisfied Bob's high standards, I tug my loose, sweaty tank top back into place and approach Viggo with a smile. ”Thank God, I'm done for the day. Want to grab a drink?” I ask, looking forward to an excuse to spend time alone with Viggo as much as I am to a cool beverage.
Viggo is staring at me oddly. I hesitate, wondering if something in my expression or voice has given away how much I wanted him. “Vig?” I ask tentatively, following his eyes to the outline of my nipples beneath my sweat-soaked shirt. To my horror, they harden beneath his gaze. Fuck! “Vig,” I stammer again, but before I can say anything more, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him roughly. With a growl, he sucks the nipple into his mouth, right through the fabric of the tank top. I gasp with pleasure as he tugs at the hardened flesh with his teeth, rolling it between his lips as waves of sensation flash from my chest directly to my groin. Unable to stop myself, I sink my fingers into his scruffy hair and pull him closer, whimpering needily.
With another groan, Viggo pushes the fabric aside with his tongue and latches directly onto the dark nub. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me even closer between his legs. I can't help but rock against him, discovering that he’s as hard as I am...
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I freeze as Orlando's equally hard cock presses into mine. He wants me. I'm stunned. I pull back and look up at the man I've been assaulting. His face is flushed from his workout with Bob, dark, damp curls falling in his face. The sparkle in his eyes isn't from exertion, though, and I feel my body get harder in response to that look.
His lips part slightly. As I stare at them, the tip of his tongue peeks out and wets them quickly. God I've got to taste more of him…quickly.
I'm desperate to pull his lips down to meet mine, but this is not the place. I only want to start this somewhere that we won't have to stop. I have a million questions racing through my mind, but I manage to get my voice to form the only one that is really important. "Come home with me, Elfboy?"
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Viggo freezes as I rock against him, pressing my cock against his own impressive erection. 'Don't stop!' I shout to him in my mind. I want to pull his head back against me to repeat his assault on my other nipple. I want to rip off his shirt and conduct my own explorations of his broad chest. I stare into his passion-glazed eyes, unable to believe the desire I see in them - desire for me. Speechless, I lick my lips nervously.
"Come home with me, Elfboy?" Viggo asks huskily. I don't want to wait that long, don't want to move away from the heavenly feel of my body between his legs, but I know we can't stay where we are. Not if we're going to do what I hope we're going to do, what I've dreamed of doing with him ever since the day I met him.
I nod, still unable to get my mouth to form words. Fuck, if I can't use it for talking, I might as well put it to better use... I lean forward and press my mouth to Viggo's hungrily, grabbing his shoulders to steady myself as I bite and lick at his lips, pushing against them with my tongue until he opens them beneath me. I press my tongue against his, desperate to taste him, to feel his tongue battling with mine, slipping into my mouth in turn. I moan against his lips, sinking deeper into the kiss.
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Home. Leaving. Moving. I know that is what we are supposed to be doing, but with Orli's lips teasing mine, I can't think of anything but how he feels… how he tastes. I don't want him to leave my arms ever. I've wanted to hold him like this for months. Months of telling myself I was a crazy, lecherous old man that he couldn't possibly be interested in.
Orli's tongue persistently demands entrance to my mouth, and I give up the thought of ending this kiss. I suck his tongue into my mouth, sliding my own tongue along it and then chasing it back. He moans and my hands convulsively pull him tighter between my legs, pressing our enflamed cocks together. I groan, slipping one hand around and clasping that tight elf ass I've been covertly watching.
A door slams suddenly, jarring me out of my lust-induced trance. A shocked voice comes from behind me, "What the fuck?" Beanie. Reluctantly pulling away from Orlando's lips, I tilt my head up to see a shocked Steward of Gondor staring down at the erotic obstruction on the stairs. Orlando, deprived of my lips, simply continues his oral assault on my neck.
"Oh, fuck," I sigh as he sucks hard over my pulse. "Sorry, Beanie," I apologize roughly. Winding my fingers deep into Orli's curls, I pull his mouth back up to mine and plunder it with my tongue. I don't seem to be capable of taking a breath unless it is coming from his mouth.
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He's kissing me back. Viggo's tongue is in my mouth, thrusting against mine, and he tastes so good, better than I ever dreamed, all those nights when I came in my bed to the thought of his mouth fucking mine.
I wrap my arms around his back and grind myself into him wantonly, dragging my cock against his. Viggo's hand seizes my ass and presses me even harder against him. Oh god, I'm so hard and wet I'm gonna come just from humping him through our pants.
A door slams above us and Viggo tears his mouth from mine. I hear Beanie's shocked ”What the fuck?” but it doesn't matter, nothing matters but the fact I can no longer taste Viggo. I drop my mouth to his neck, sucking his sweat-damp flesh, the pulse that beats so roughly in the hollow of his throat. I want to mark him, devour him, satisfy the hunger that I've fought against for months.
Viggo mumbles something to Sean and then his hand is in my hair, dragging me up to seize my lips again and force his way back into my eager mouth. I can't help but whimper as his other hand, the one still holding my ass, rocks me against him in a steady rhythm. I work my way under his shirt until I find his hard nipples, pinching and pulling them with trembling fingers.
”Please,” I moan into his mouth, not caring if Sean has left or not. "Oh fuck, Viggo, please, I need you so bad...”
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"Oh, fuck," I sigh into Orli's mouth. I vaguely register that Sean has gone back inside the trailer. I have no idea if anyone else is watching us, but I can't stop. Orli is grinding himself against me, our erections sliding sinfully against each other. It feels incredible. I haven't come in my pants since I was a teenager, but I know that I'm about to and in some twisted way, it is heightening my pleasure.
The beautiful angel in my arms is coming undone, and I caused it. We are about to climax right here... explode from the intensity of our first touch. Silently I promise to continue this where I can make it up to him… worship him slowly.. lovingly... properly.
One hand in Orli's hair and one on his ass, I encourage him to increase his pace until our lips break apart as we gasp for air. Our kiss turns into an open-mouthed exploration of tongues and teeth. I can feel my climax building, my thighs quivering with the tension. "Orli... fuck, baby... I..."
Words become impossible as my pleasure peaks to a knife's edge and blissful release sweeps through me. I cry out, burying my face in Orli's neck to muffle the sound, pulling him hard against me and continuing rock against him.
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Viggo is moaning and rocking against me, and the rough friction of our cocks sliding against each other is stealing the last of my control. Anyone could be watching - Pete could be filming us for all I care - there's no way I can stop. I'm going to come right here on the steps of the Cuntebago, and I've never wanted anything more in my life.
I'm trembling as Viggo's hands urge me even harder, faster against him. I can't believe the beautiful sounds he's making, the lustful way he moans my name, that I have the power to bring this incredible man to this state of mindless need. The heat inside me is building, spreading through me like wildfire. I'm gasping for breath, my kiss turning into wild, wet licks and nips at any skin I can reach as I feel myself coming undone. ”Oh, fuck, Vig, please.... so good... oh god, so good...” I gasp between kisses. Viggo is shuddering beneath me and suddenly he stiffens, clutching me to him as he cries out against my throat and then I'm losing it, shaking uncontrollably as I pump out my release, sobbing his name.
I collapse against him bonelessly, unable to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks at the wonder of what we just shared. Viggo pushes my hair back from my face and kisses away the moistness, murmuring soothingly. ”No, baby, please,” he whispers, ”don't, Orlando...”
”So beautiful,” I tell him, ”wanted you so long, I couldn't help it, Vig, I'm sorry...”
Viggo pulls me to my feet and inside the door of the trailer.
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Seeing tears running down Orlando's face breaks my heart. I hate to think that what we've done has hurt him in any way. I try to soothe him and realize he's apologizing for *wanting me*. Could I really be that lucky? I pull him into my arms and yank open the door to the Cuntebago. We need out of general sight and there is very little chance of us making it all the way home.
Our mouths are sealed together as we stumble through the door. Sean mumbles something and scrambles out before it swings closed. I sit down on the worn couch and pull the elf onto my lap, wiping at his tears with my thumbs. "Orli... baby... stop crying, love... I wanted you just as badly. I attacked you, remember?" I smile, trying to get him to smile back at me.
My lame attempt at humor apparently works because he smiles at me, and the brilliance of it steals my breath. I stroke his face and look deep into his eyes. "I haven't had one night in the last three months that you haven't haunted my dreams. My waking thoughts are tormented by the constant desire to touch you. I've been living in complete terror of slipping up and letting the façade hiding my feelings for you crack."
I grimace guiltily. "Like it did today. It cracked and I couldn't resist touching you. When you touched me back, it splintered. There is no putting it back together, Orli. I love you."
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Viggo pulls me into the trailer, his lips still fused to mine. I feel like such a git, crying like this, but a part of me was so afraid that once he'd gotten off he'd realize what I'd just done, that I'd acted like a high school kid with his first hard-on. How can I tell him that he has that effect on me every time he looks at me, that I've dreamed of him wanting me, touching me, for so long, that the reality of it at last shattered my control?
He pulls me onto his lap on the beat-up couch. I vaguely register Sean stumbling out the door, but the feel of Viggo's thighs beneath mine is making me stir again already, the touch of his rough fingers against my cheeks melting me inside. ”I wanted you too... I attacked you, remember?” He smiles at me, and the look in his powder-blue eyes is so full of rueful tenderness I can't help but smile back. He goes on speaking, but I'm so lost in the depths of his eyes, in the hypnotic huskiness of his voice, that the words aren't registering. I know I'm smiling like an idiot, but I can't seem to move until Viggo's last words penetrate the sensuous haze he's wrapped me in. ”I love you, Orli...”
“Vig,” I gasp, “what? Oh, please, say it again?”
“I love you, Orlando,” he repeats, cupping my cheek.
I wrap myself around him, kissing him fiercely, lifting my head at last to drop kisses all over his face and neck, wherever I can reach. ”I love you Vig, so much, I have for so long,” I babble, unable to believe I'm holding my dream in my arms.
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I trap Orlando's face between my hands and hold him far enough away that I can look into his eyes. There was something I wanted to say, but holding him this intimately, seeing the love and desire shining in his eyes completely erases my memory. I can't hold back the words that roll off my tongue.
"I love you, Orli. I know I just said that, but I've waited so long… thought I'd never have a chance to actually say the words. You are probably going to get really sick of them in the next few weeks."
Orlando protests and I know he is being sincere. His eyes light up and start to fill with tears every time I say the words. His reaction is as addictive as the relief and pleasure I feel saying them.
Nuzzling his neck, I blow softly, tickling him and making him squirm. The friction of our clothes and bodies together reminds me of our sticky condition. "This smelly human is in dire need of a shower, so I know my prissy elf needs one. Together or one at a time?"
I know what *I* want, but I don't want to rush things.
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Viggo cradles my face between his hands and holds my gaze with his. ‘I love you,’ he tells me again, and his blue eyes are shining with such sincerity and tenderness that there’s no way I can doubt him. “You’re probably going to get sick of me saying that...”
“Never!” I tell him, blinking back renewed tears. ”I can’t believe you actually feel the same way I do. I’ve loved you so long, but I never thought you’d see me as anything but a kid. I still don’t know what you see in me to love me, but I’ll never get tired of hearing you say it.” I hug him fiercely, burying my head in the hollow of his shoulder, drinking in the smell and the feel and the warmth of his body against mine. I can feel him hardening against my stomach, the enticing friction reminding me of the mess I’ve made inside my boxers.
Viggo nuzzles my neck, tickling me with his breath. I can’t help but squirm against him, causing both our cocks to swell even more. “This smelly human needs a shower, so I’m sure my prissy elf needs one too. Together or one at a time?” he asks.
Thinking of sharing the tiny shower in the Cuntebago with Viggo, feeling the length of his naked body pressed against mine in the cramped cubicle, makes my cock jump so powerfully he probably doesn’t need to hear my answer. ”Definitely together,” I tell him, pushing reluctantly off his lap and pulling him to his feet. “Conserve water and all that, yeah?” I reach for the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his broad chest. Despite the lure of the shower, I can’t resist burying my hands in the silky hair dusting his torso and bending down to kiss a pink nipple. I can feel him tremble beneath me, emboldening me to tug at the tiny nub gently with my teeth.
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I smile at the 'conserve water' comment. The thought of Orli's wet body in my arms, water sluicing over all of that smooth skin, assures me that we will likely be in that shower until the water runs cold.
My cock surges at his eagerness as he pulls my shirt over my head. When his lips touch my nipple, I almost pull him back down onto the couch. Fuck, his touch melts me. Taking his hand, I pull him towards the tiny bathroom.
I flip the lock on the door as we pass and then lock the bathroom as well. No point in scaring the hell out of the make-up girls. Though frankly, I'd be more worried about them wanting to watch.
I unfasten my jeans, pushing them impatiently to the floor, unable to take my eyes off of Orli as he undresses. Reaching out a hand to touch, I almost expect my hand to pass right through him. No mortal could possibly be so ethereal. He has to be a celestial being.
My hand encounters warm flesh, and he sighs at my touch. I have to step directly in front of him to reach around and turn on the water. Our bodies press together and I shudder as our erections brush against each other. He rubs against me and I clutch him to me with a splayed hand on his ass.
"Stop. It's not going to take much to make me come again. I've wanted you for too long."
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Watching Viggo undress has got to be the most erotic experience of my life. I’ve seen him mostly naked before as we get in and out of costume each day, but knowing that he’s removing his clothes for me, knowing that I have the right to touch and kiss and taste every inch of that firm flesh, has me so excited that I’m finding it hard to get my own clothes off fast enough.
He’s looking at me as if I’m the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. I can’t help but moan softly when he lovingly brushes my hip with his palm. I’ve watched those hands so often as he practices with his sword, dreaming of what it would feel like to have them touch me. The reality is better than any dream, the gentle friction of his calloused skin sending frissons of desire chasing along my nerve endings. When he presses past me to turn on the water, I can’t help but rub against him. Our cocks are both sticky from our earlier release, and they cling to each other as if they’re already unwilling to part.
“Don’t,” he protests, but I’m seized by a sudden need I no longer have to resist. Dropping to my knees, I bury my face in his wiry curls, breathing in his delicious musky scent before sliding my lips around his swollen cock. The salty taste of his release makes me moan around him in appreciation. I reach a hand to the wall of the shower to steady myself and press the other against his ass, pushing him deeper into my hungry mouth.
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If I thought the brush of our naked bodies was too much, the sight of Orlando sinking to his knees in front of me is enough to push me to the precipice of desire and feel the first tendrils of my climax unfurling. I grab blindly at the towel bar as my knees turn to water.
The sight of Orlando's face buried next to my cock is so incredibly intimate that I tremble. Once again, we are about to crash into a desire filled frenzy and that isn't what I want. I don't want him to think that what I feel for him is all about this blinding passion. I want to slowly make love to him in a way that leaves no doubt that I'd share a lifetime with him if he'd give me the chance, but I can't seem to stop this explosive chemistry and apparently neither can he.
I cry out as the head of my cock slips between his lips. His moan travels like electricity through my body, and I press back harder into the tiles to keep from falling. "Orli... angel... I can't..."
Dark sienna eyes turn up to me and his mouth retreats to lick the liquid flowing steadily from the slit. "So don't," he answers simply. "Let me taste you."
"Oh fuck," I sigh, sinking my fingers into his hair, not to guide but to anchor myself. His mouth sinks over me again, taking me deeper into his mouth with each stroke. "Oh yes… Orli!" I scream as my release rushes through me. I can feel Orlando swallowing around my still hard length. I may never be completely soft again if he keeps this up.
I look down at him, amazed with the depth of love I feel for this man. It must have shown in my eyes because he looks up at me, amusement dancing in his eyes, but they immediately soften, and he rises, pressing himself against me and kissing me tenderly.
I reach out with my hand, testing to make sure the water isn't too hot before pushing him under the spray. "My turn," I threaten, lowering my voice to a lust filled rumble.
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I thought the fantasies I’d had of him touching me, loving me, were arousing, but they’re nothing to the reality of feeling him fill my mouth, hearing him moan and cry out as I pull him deeper into my throat, the amazing realization that I have the power to make him come undone like this a second time. He tries to protest but I silence him with a word, a touch, a look. He sinks his hands into my hair and groans as I renew my efforts, needing to make this so good for him that he’ll never want to leave.
I can feel him trembling above me and then he shouts my name, pouring his hot release down my throat. I swallow eagerly around him, wishing I knew another way to show him how much I love him, how much more than just physical pleasure I want to give him. Looking up into his passion-dark eyes, I see something else shining in them besides, and I realize that, incredibly, he does understand.
I rise to my feet unsteadily, needing to feel his lips on mine again. He kisses me tenderly and pulls me under the steaming spray. I’m so hard by this point that just the feel of his body stretched against mine under the streaming water has me close to exploding. Pressing against him urgently, I back him against the shower wall and kiss him with all the ardor rushing through my blood. As much as I want to take things slowly, to run my lips over every inch of his body, I can’t fight the fever raging through me. I need to come desperately, but despite all we’ve shared I don’t know how to ask for what my body is longing for. I ache to feel him wrapped around me, to bring him to the brink again and take him with me as I come buried deep inside him, but I’d rather end the night unsatisfied than do anything to drive him away.
I wrap my arms around his back and let one hand follow the trail of water droplets down his firm buttocks, gliding my fingertips tremblingly over his entrance, ready to pull back at the slightest hint of hesitance or rejection. ”Please, Vig,” I moan, pressing kisses wildly down his throat. ”Need you... want you so bad... anything, anything you want... please, make me come...”
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I can feel Orlando trembling in my arms. The slide of our wet bodies together already has me feeling his urgency. When his fingers brush down my spine and over my entrance, I moan and push my hips forward into his. All previous plans fly completely out of my mind, replaced by an image of Orli fucking me against the wall of this shower until he comes deep inside me.
When Orli begs me for release, his lips moving over my neck, I can hear what he wants, but then he starts back-peddling. I'm not starting this relationship with misconceptions. We need to talk, but first my beautiful lover needs to come. Capturing his lips in a soul-stealing kiss, I take complete control of his mouth until I feel him melt against me. Moving my lips to his cheeks, eyelids, and over to his ear, I whisper, "I want you inside me."
Orlando's eyes fly open and he looks at me in surprise. I know I'm smirking, but I can't help it. "Orli, I want everything from you. You inside me. Me inside you. No limits. Don't ever be afraid. Tell me what you want?" I ask, gently rubbing my cheek against his.
A determined look develops on Orli's face as he answers, "I want to come so far inside you that you taste me in your throat. I want to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before."
My eyes drift closed and a deep moan escapes. "Orli..." I sigh. With a lingering kiss, I turn around and brace myself against the tile. Everything about my position is an invitation. He can't possibly doubt how much I want this.
I look back over my shoulder. Orlando is coating his fingers with a shimmering white cream from one of the many bottles on his section of the ledge. A smile bubbles up from deep inside me, my amusement and complete happiness breaking free. "Prissy Elf," I tease.
My Prissy Elf immediately slides his fingers down to my entrance and pushes one in steadily. Curling it, he unerringly hits my prostate and my legs start to tremble. "Fuck," I gasp.
I look up to find Legolas' controlled demeanor, staring back at me. "Don't mess with the Elf," he warns in the voice I've come to love almost as much as my Orli's. He's able to hold onto the character for about 30 seconds before Orlando's grin breaks through.
My head drops forward as he picks up his assault on my body, teasing me mercilessly with his fingers. "God, Orli... need you inside me, baby. Now!"
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Just when I think it's not possible to love him any more than I do, he kisses me senseless and then proceeds to melt me completely, rasping into my ear that he wants to feel me inside him. My cock jerks so hard I don't know how I manage to keep from coming on the spot. “Viggo,” I moan as he tells me he wants it all, me inside him, him inside me, turning my insides into a mass of quivering treacle. I want to tell him how much I want that too, I want to make love with him every way known to man and a few we'll make up on our own, but first I want to fuck him through the wall, to make him come harder than he ever has in his life. He asks me what I want and I tell him that, amazed at my boldness, but he did tell me not to be afraid.
To my incredulous delight, he immediately turns and braces himself against the shower wall, looking over his shoulder at me with such an expression of loving need that my breath catches in my throat. As much as I want to just bury myself inside him, there's no way I'm going to rush this, no way I'll risk hurting him. I'm going to prepare him until he aches for me as badly as I do for him, until he can't wait for the feel of my cock filling him completely.
The water lets our bodies slide together smoothly, but it's not enough to ease my way inside him. Reaching to the row of bottles that line the shower, I cover my fingers with a stream of pearly conditioner, its glistening slickness cool against my heated skin. Viggo smirks at my impromptu lube. ”Prissy Elf,” he rumbles teasingly, the words changing to a groan as I slide a finger inside him and unerringly find his prostate. He trembles against me as I add a second finger and begin to slowly stretch him. ”Don't mess with an Elf,” I tell him in Legolas' regal voice, but I can only remain in character for a moment as his soft gasps of pleasure begin to have their effect on me. Grinding my teeth to keep from thrusting against him, I rub over his nerve endings, slowly pressing a third finger inside him. He's pushing his hips back against me enticingly, writhing around my fingers, gasping that he needs to feel me inside him NOW.
I reach blindly for another handful of conditioner, slathering the cool liquid over my erection. Molding myself against his back, I slowly slide my fingers out and position the head of my leaking cock against him. My lips slide up the side of his neck 'til they reach his ear. Outlining it with my tongue, I gasp as he pushes back hard against me. “Are you sure you're ready?” I ask in an unsteady voice, and he turns his head to bite hungrily at my lips. “God, Orli, please,” he rasps hoarsely, and the lust-deepened tone of his voice is the final straw. I push inside him with one fierce motion, groaning in ecstasy as the heat and tightness of his body envelops me completely. All control lost, I bury myself inside him, pulling back only to thrust in even deeper, his breathy moans letting me know I'm hitting his prostate on every stroke. 'Oh fuck, Viggo, feels so good,' I gasp, reaching in front of him to wrap the hand still slick with conditioner around his straining cock. I pump it in time with my thrusts, picking up speed as the frantic sounds falling from his lips tell me he's as lost as I am. “Oh, god, Vig, so close... so fucking good... come for me, baby... oh please...” The pounding wave of sensation crests inside me, sending my release surging hotly within him. He convulses around me, a second wave of pleasure shooting through me as he pumps his own creamy seed over my hand.
Collapsed against his back, my chest heaving as I try to recapture my breath, he steals my heart by raising my hand to his lips, kissing my palm as he laps off the last of his release. ”Love you so much,” I tell him, turning his head and pouring the depth of my feelings into my kiss.
My beautiful lover slips from around me, smiling at my moan of loss as he turns to gather me tightly into his arms. “Let's get washed, Elfboy,” he murmurs coaxingly. “I think we've taken enough of the edge off now that we can last for the ten minute drive to get to my house. And then,” and I can't help but shiver at the promise in his voice, “and then, I'm going to make love to you the way you deserve – slowly, for the rest of the night.”
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I fumble with the lock on my door. Orli is nibbling his way up the side of my neck, his body pressed close behind mine. We've managed to make it this far, but it has been an exercise in self-control. The drive was managed with Orlando's hand on my thigh and my fingers entwined with his. We both seem to need the physical contact to reassure us that this is real. Hopefully we'll be able to sate this need before tomorrow, or Aragorn and Legolas are going to be doing a lot of unscripted touching.
Throwing open the door, I swing Orli into the house and pin him up against the wall, sealing my lips to his. The kiss starts out hard and passionate, like we have to make up for the lost minutes in the car, but I purposefully lighten it, gently and thoroughly exploring his lips and mouth. He whimpers when I tug at his swollen bottom lip with my teeth. I answer in a low hum, easing the hurt with a swipe of my tongue.
My hands move from his shoulders, down his sides to rest on his hips. My thumbs rub circles over his hip bones, catching and pushing his t-shirt up until they are stroking bare skin. I move my lips from his mouth, along his jaw, until they hover over his ear, my warm breath blowing in soft puffs. He shivers in my arms. "We are just getting started," I whisper, imbuing my words with as much erotic promise as I can.
I step forward and shift my weight, my thigh pressing between his legs. I can feel him hard against my hip and I lean into his arousal. I cradle his face in my hands, moving my mouth back to his and swallowing his moans. Gently I shower his eyes, nose, cheeks and chin with soft, chaste kisses.
"Bed," I murmur, a question that doesn't really require an answer. He nods and I take his hand leading him through the living room and down the hall.
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Viggo’s kisses are definitely addictive. I can only hope a night full of them will sate my hunger enough to allow me to manage a day of filming without them. Who am I fooling? Now that we’ve discovered what we feel for each other, we couldn’t manage the ten-minute drive to his house without snogging like teenagers at every full stop. I’m already thinking of places we can sneak off to on the set, until the feel of his lips leaving my mouth forces my attention to more immediate matters.
Whimpering in protest at the loss of contact, I try to recapture the elusive target, but he’s sliding them across my face even as his hands glide beneath the hem of my t-shirt. The shiver that his touch elicits seems to amuse him; I can feel the soft puffs of his laughter warmly caressing my ear. ”We have all night,” he reminds me, the whispery rasp promising untold erotic delights. I draw a shuddering breath, forcing myself to slow down, to somehow fight the frantic need that not even our previous climaxes has lessened. I want more than just another fast, frenzied fuck this time, as incredible as the earlier ones have been. I want to take our time, to explore every inch of the body I’ve lusted after for so long, to show him how much I love him and how much knowing he loves me means to me.
“Bed,” he commands me tenderly, pulling me against the steel of his arousal and covering my face with quick, moist kisses. The combination of gentleness and passion leaves me quivering as he leads me down the hallway to his bedroom. The moonlight shines through the open windows, a warm breeze stirring the gauzy curtains, and I’m struck by a sudden need to see both ghosting over Viggo’s nude body. I pull his shirt over his head clumsily, lowering my own to lick at his collarbones as I fumble with the button of his jeans. He pushes mine down my hips and tugs my t-shirt away and then we’re both naked and falling onto each other across the wide expanse of his rumpled king-size bed.
His body is beautiful, the lean lines and graceful limbs a composition of masculine perfection. The dusting of silky hair over his chest fascinates me. I tug at it gently as I kiss my way down his neck, kneeling over him to explore his firm muscles with my fingertips, his deliciously furled nipples with my lips. Our cocks nudge each other as they bob in response to our touches, for Viggo is conducting his own exploration of my back and hips and thighs with calloused palms. My teeth latch gently around a rosy nub and I tug at it lightly, sucking it into my mouth. He moans in pleasure and tightens his grip on my flanks, rubbing against me as I move to the other side of his chest to see if it tastes just as sweet. The rest of my life won’t be long enough to enjoy the pleasure of loving him this way.
Nipping my way as I go, I follow the path of curling hairs that trails down his stomach, detouring to worship the crescent-shaped tattoo that so perfectly counterpoints my own sun. Giving the dark flesh one final lick, I’m making my way to the firm column of flesh that’s my ultimate goal when Viggo flips me over without warning, pinning me beneath him with a wiry strength that I have no desire to fight.
“My turn,” he growls impatiently, the seductive sound of his voice alone enough to start a trembling deep inside me. “God, yes,” I answer, ”please, Viggo, love me...”
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I can feel my expression soften as Orli begs beneath me. "I do love you, Orli."
This is what I've wanted since he first returned my kiss… truthfully a lot longer than that, a chance to hold him in my arms, tell him how I feel and meticulously demonstrate it. I run my hands over the shaved skin above his ears and bury my fingers in the strip of dark curls. "Only you would turn a costuming nightmare into a fashion statement. I fell a little farther in love the day Liv told me what you had done. You embrace every little twist life throws at you and delight in it."
My fingers move from his hair down his neck. My thumbs trace his collarbones and skate higher to caress his cheeks. I lightly trail kisses in the wake of my fingers. Pulling back, I pause. Orli's eyes flicker open. "Will you stay with me? I want to hold all night and watch you as you wake up tomorrow."
Orli is staring up at me, mesmerized. I'm hoping he's not wondering what nutter he's crawled into bed with, but I've held back saying these things for so long, I feel like I'll burst if they don't have a chance to be expressed.
Deciding that maybe distraction is the best course of action, I seal our lips together and drag a hand down Orlando's smooth chest. I feel his breath hitch as my fingers trail over his nipples. I pause to tug at them, twisting gently. A low moan encourages me to tease them harder. Orli cants his hips up under me, sliding our hard shafts together. I bear down into him with my mouth and my cock.
I can feel desire fighting to take control and slow down. There is still so much I want to touch and taste. Relinquishing Orli's lips, I replace the fingers on his nipples with my mouth. Freed, my hand runs down to smoothly fist his leaking arousal.
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Will I stay with him? The thought of falling asleep in Viggo’s arms, of waking up to his incandescent blue eyes as full of love as they are right now… God, yes! Tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives… I need to tell him that, but before I can find words that won’t sound like incoherent babble, he’s stolen my breath with his kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, circling and stroking it, drawing back to skate over my teeth and tease at my lips before diving deep into my mouth again. Damn, this man can kiss!
His roving fingers find my nipples, pulling and twisting them until I’m moaning blissfully beneath his touch. I’ve always known they were unusually sensitive, but Viggo’s caresses have me so enflamed that I’m already achingly hard again, almost as lost to passion as the first time we kissed on the trailer steps. Was that only this afternoon? It already seems we’ve been loving each other for a lifetime. My hips rock upward of their own volition, seeking contact with Viggo’s equally hard flesh. The friction of our two silken shafts rubbing together is almost enough to make me lose control again, but I force myself to pull back from Viggo’s intoxicating kiss and draw a deep, calming breath.
I could have saved myself the effort, because as soon as our lips part, Viggo slides down my chest to take a swollen nipple into his mouth. The same fever of need that gripped me the first time he kissed them blazes inside me again as he worries the throbbing nubbin with his teeth. Inarticulate mewls of delight escape from my throat, while flames of pleasure spread through my chest and burn a path straight to my cock. I know I wanted to take things slowly this time, but like Viggo said, we have all night, and right now I need to feel him buried inside me. Immediately.
His hand stroking over my rigid length feels so damn good, but I know what will make me feel even better. Covering his hand with my own, I move it lower, behind my sacs to the smooth flesh of my perineum and beyond. I press his fingers to my trembling entrance, my voice quivering with desire as I beg him to breach me. ”Please, Viggo, need to feel you inside me,” I whisper unsteadily, arching my hips to open myself to him completely.
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The urgent desire is back. I see it in Orlando's eyes and hear it in his voice as he guides my hand to his entrance. The need in his voice causes an instinctive reaction in my body. It's like I *can't* resist fulfilling his needs, like my well-being and happiness is tied to his.
I'm going to give him what he wants, but I refused to be rushed again. This means too much to me to keep skipping over the things that my heart cries out to do. I reach for the lube, slicking my fingers and returning them to his opening. I lightly circle the puckered flesh, teasing the muscle, slipping just the tip of my finger past the tight resistance. My other hand picks up the previous rhythm I had on his cock.
Orlando is moaning incoherently and writhing on the sheets. His heels are digging into the mattress as he lifts up, trying to impale himself on my finger. I move my hand to his hip, pinning him to the mattress, and wrap my lips around his cock. Strong fingers grip my hair and his hips buck reflexively. I relax and allow him to take control, fucking my mouth until he gasps, "Fuck, Vig, please..."
God, he tastes divine. The feel of the smooth head of his cock rubbing against my tongue as he moves in and out of my mouth makes me groan with desire. The sound causes another severe jerk from Orlando. I hum soothingly and stroke the smooth skin over his hip, but I can feel his thighs trembling uncontrollably. This is what I've dreamed of for months, Orlando falling apart at my touch, and it's almost too much. I close my eyes and take deep, even breaths trying to keep myself from losing control.
Sucking hard, I press my finger completely inside his body. Orlando cries out and arches off the bed. Without giving him a chance to over think what I'm about to do, I increase the pace of my mouth and match it with my fingers, seeking out his prostate and stroking it with every thrust. Almost immediately, I feel the start of his climax. I take him deep in my mouth and hold him there, swallowing around his length while making light pulses on his prostate. He screams my name followed by an impressive list of curses as he erupts down my throat.
Orlando's knees fall open as all the tension drains from his body. I continue to lick and kiss his sated shaft. My fingers move easily in his relaxed body. I sit back and give him a few moments to catch his breath. He's so fucking beautiful, his face flushed and glowing, dark crescents of eyelashes topping rose-hued cheeks, and soft lips open like they just parted from a kiss. I feel a surge of jealousy for the unknown lovers who have seen Orli like this before now and silently hope that no one but me will ever see him this way again.
I lean down and kiss him gently, wetting his lips and sucking at the tenderly. His eyes flutter open and I can't help but feel a surge of primitive satisfaction at his sated, well-loved appearance.
"I wanted you inside me," he pouts.
I kiss the slightly protruding lip and nip at it softly. There are consequences to pouting in my presence. "We're not even close to done, Elfboy," I promise, beginning to move my fingers inside of him again.
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When Viggo coats his hand with lube and slides a fingertip gently into me, every good intention I had about taking things slow and savoring the moment is lost without a second thought. A savage trembling starts where his finger breaches my body and shakes through me fiercely. It feels so fucking incredible – better than anything I had imagined in four months of almost daily wanking to an image that wore his face. I knew nothing about Viggo, I realize now, thinking he would be satisfied with just getting me off as quickly as possible. He circles inside me tenderly, teasingly, pulling back slightly when I arch my hips to try and force him deeper inside. His eyes twinkle indulgently as his other hand resumes its slow stroking of my cock.
God knows what he thinks of the inchoate sounds coming out of my mouth, since they refuse to form words - probably just as well, because the words don’t exist to describe what he’s making me feel. And when his mouth wraps itself around the head of my cock, I wail. I’m not too proud to admit it – I thought he was a good kisser, but giving head could be his second career. My hands reach instinctively to grab his hair and bury myself inside that heavenly suction. I’m fucking his mouth and impaling myself on his fingers and oh God, what must he think but I don’t care, I can’t stop, oh God, oh fuck, so good, oh yeah, sweet mother of Jesus, Viggo, please, oh yeah, oh yeah...
I think I actually black out for a second as I explode down his throat. Viggo swallows and hums and moans around me until I soften, his fingers never stopping their lazy glide in and out. I can feel the heat flushing my cheeks as I let my eyelids flutter open at last. He’s sitting back on his heels, watching me with such an expression of pride and love in his eyes that any embarrassment I feel at the wantonness of my behavior vanishes. In fact, he looks almost smug at having been able to reduce me to such mindlessness.
“I wanted to come with you inside me,” I pout, pulling a moue of imaginary disappointment. He flashes the wolfish smile I’m learning to distrust and nips at my lower lip playfully. I wonder just how kiss-swollen they look as the contact sends a spark of pleasurable pain lancing through me. Incredibly, the gentle suction of his lips against mine, the easy glide of his fingers against my pleasure center, are hardening me yet again. And I haven’t forgotten his own untouched erection. The impressive length juts out of a riot of sandy curls between his long legs, leaking steadily against his flat stomach. “I told you we’re just getting started,” he husks, looking entirely too pleased with himself. I can’t let that go unchallenged.
Pushing myself up on shaky elbows, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull myself onto his hard thighs. ”Don’t think I spread my legs like that for just anyone,” I purr, reaching down to fold my hand around both our cocks and beginning to stroke them. The dual sensations of my palm and his cock against my silky flesh are exquisite, but the stroke falters and my breath catches in my throat when his eyes meet mine. How did I never see until now how expressive his changeful blue eyes are? Mixed with the pride and the need are jealousy, possessiveness, and just a twinge of uncertainty. ”Only you,” I whisper, and it’s suddenly imperative that he believes that. I cover his face with quick, soft kisses as he maneuvers his hand to press his fingers more forcefully within me. ”Never felt like this before - oh, God! - I love you, Vig – never anyone but you, ever again...”
I kiss him deeply, passionately, trying to pour all the love my words can’t adequately express into the melding of our mouths. The heat is building inside me again, but I refuse to come this time without taking him with me. Letting go of our cocks reluctantly, I angle my hips until the tip of his shaft can brush against the spot where his fingers enter me. Sliding them out gently, I raise them to my lips and suck them into my mouth, savoring the taste of my own musky essence as I push against him, until the smooth tip of his cock pops through the tight ring of muscles. I clench myself around him, wringing a deep groan from him as I continue to lave his fingers with my tongue. Moaning myself at the ecstatic feel of him inside me, I grasp his hip firmly and pull myself forward on his steely shaft, until he’s buried to the hilt. Tears fill my eyes as I rock against him in small, shallow thrusts. ”So beautiful,” I gasp when his fingers slide from my lips and turn my head to meet his smoldering gaze. “Love you, Vig, love this, so much... don’t ever stop loving me.”
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Orlando pulls himself into my lap, joking about spreading his legs for just anyone. Even though he is denying it, the thought makes me want to growl and claim him as mine. When he grabs our cocks and starts stroking, I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. I'm so fucking close. He is going to push me over the edge in no time.
I lock my eyes with his, pouring all that I'm feeling into the connection. How is it possible to feel a love this deep with someone you've known for such a relatively short period of time? We've nurtured our friendship, but somehow all of these other feelings have emerged fully formed and powerful. I love him more deeply than anything I've ever experienced before and it scares me because with that feeling comes jealousy, possessiveness and insecurity, three things I'm not accustomed to feeling.
Like he is reading my mind, Orli covers my face with kisses and whispers, "Only you." Did I voice my fears out loud? He continues alternating between kisses and reassurances. My doubts begin to ease and my urgent desire to fuse our bodies together swells. I prepare his body forcefully, needing to be sheathed in his tight heat right now. When he declares his love and echoes my own feelings, "never anyone but you, ever again," I lose the last of my control.
Orlando's lips close over mine compellingly and I surrender to the torrent of emotion pouring through his kiss. He is writhing on top of me, positioning himself so that the only barrier to our joining is my fingers. I'm about to pull them out when he does it for me, raising them to his mouth. Gods of hell, the hunger I feel as he sucks on my fingers almost ends our lovemaking before it even has the chance to begin.
Orli pushes hard against me and my cock breaches his body for the first time. My eyes fill with tears as I experience what feels like the merging of our souls along with our bodies. I groan and clench his hips hard, thrusting forward gently in short, shallow strokes, matching his movements.
I've got to see his eyes… to see if he is experiencing the same feeling of soul-bonding that I am. It's there and I gasp at the intensity. My chest is so tight. I'm unable to take a full breath. "Love you, Vig, love this, so much... don't ever stop loving me," he whispers.
"I couldn't if I tried," I reply. "I'm gonna love you forever. You are a part of me now... as important as my heart... you *are* my heart."
I shift us so that he is back underneath me and sink into him fully. "You ready?" I ask, meaning it on so many levels. He nods, tears falling freely from the corners of his eyes. I start to move, slow and deep, relishing every silky inch of him that grips and strokes me. I've never felt this perfect synchronization with another person. I'm not making love to him. We are making love. The speed and intensity increase, but the urgency is completely gone. It left with all the doubts and fears. This is right. This is perfect. There is no need to make it anything other than what it already is.
I've held back so long. I can feel my climax burning and beginning to pound. I'm not even worried about Orli coming with me. I know he's there. I can feel it. Our bodies are so in tune that if feels like we share one breath and one heartbeat. I angle myself to press more firmly against his prostate and grip his leaking cock. With several sure strokes, he arches and cries out my name.
I join him. The clenching pulse of his passage wrenches surge after surge out me until I collapse on top of him, unwilling to disengage our bodies. Holding him firmly to me, I roll over, pulling him on top. He lifts his head, but I push it back down onto my chest. "Shhh... just feel for a minute."
Silence reigns while we bask in the connection we've forged. I squeeze him even closer. "Yours," I mumble sleepily. "Love you."
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”You *are* my heart,” Viggo whispers hoarsely, and my own is so full of love for him that I’m afraid it’s going to break for sheer joy. How can one heart contain this much love? It can’t, I realize – it fills both our hearts and overflows from our eyes, our lips, everywhere we touch.
Keeping his eyes locked with mine, Viggo gently eases me backward and kneels over me, lowering himself until our bodies align perfectly. He’s so deep inside me, filling me completely, healing all the empty places I didn’t realize I had. As he rocks against me, slowly and smoothly, our bodies merge until I can no longer tell which parts are me and which are him, ‘til I feel his heart beating inside my chest, feel his soul wrapping itself around mine. I can’t stop the tears that slip from my eyes at the beauty of our lovemaking. All the urgency, the frenzy, is gone, replaced by a depth of emotion so strong it takes my breath away. Gently, so gently, we move as one, and nothing in my life has ever felt so good, so real, so right. I want to stay in this moment forever, to hold Viggo inside me, one with me, the love surrounding us and enveloping us and intensifying until it overwhelms us both. Crying out my name, Viggo surges within me and I clench around him as we reach our peak together, leaving us shaking and trembling with the aftershocks of ecstasy.
Still intimately joined, Viggo rolls us over until I lay nestled against his chest. I try to raise my head to kiss him, but he holds me pressed against him with a tender touch. "Stay... just feel for a minute,” he urges. I relax into him, listening to his slowly steadying heartbeat and the quiet rise and fall of his breathing. A part of me wonders what will happen tomorrow, if the word has spread about our passionate behavior on the trailer steps, if there’s any way we can hide what we feel for each other. I realize I don’t want to hide it, and I’m pretty sure Viggo feels the same way. We need to talk, but right now I push all thoughts from my mind and simply bask in the warmth of this moment.
I can tell from his slowing breaths that Viggo’s close to falling asleep. His arms tighten around me for an instant as he nuzzles his head against the curls of my Mohawk. ”Yours,” he murmurs sleepily, and my heart swells to overflowing. ”Love you…”
”Love you, Viggo,” I whisper in reply. ”Yours... forever.” I pull the sheet over us both and close my eyes, at peace with whatever tomorrow will bring.
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willowwing posted to the Adult Viggo yahoo group. I asked her for more and she asked me what I had in mind, so I wrote her a snippet back, and before we knew it we were trading sections back and forth for a week. Willowwing wrote all of Viggo's POV, and my sections are Orlando's POV.Title: Vig's Reaction to Orli Nipples
Author: Willowwing and namárië120
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo / Orlando
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened. All lies. Just a figment of our imagination run wild. We *really* have no clue what goes on in these men's lives. No harm intended.
Feedback: is most welcome
Summary: Viggo is tempted… what happens when he can’t resist any more
Beta: the wonderful
arieltachnaAuthor’s Note: This story started as a reply to a comment in Willowwing’s LJ from a reader with a nipple fetish. Willowwing wrote the first section of this in response and shared it with the Adult Viggo yahoo group. Namárië answered with Orli's POV and this crazy tale ensued.
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There it is again. Orli has been practicing with Bob all afternoon in a loose sleeveless tank top that keeps slipping to the side to reveal a smooth, dark disk of flesh, and every time it does, I feel a pleasurable tightening low in my belly.
It is almost like a hunger. I want to taste it, suck it, nibble on it until I’m sated. Would it be sweeter than the salty skin around it?
Orlando's smile brings me out of my reverie. He’s headed towards me with a look of triumph on his face. "Yes,” he says, “I've got it. Thank God, that means I'm done for today. Want to grab a drink?" he asks, his head tilting to the side.
I know I‘m staring. I should look up and make eye contact… answer his question, but I can't tear my eyes away from his chest. The damp t-shirt is clinging, partially exposing my secret obsession. The closer he gets, the harder it becomes to control the impulse to reach out and grab him, pull him close to my mouth and feast on that enticing patch of skin.
"Vig?"
He comes to a stop just a few feet in front of me. I’m sitting on the top step in front of the trailer door, which puts my mouth at exactly the right height. Somehow my lust-fogged brain takes that as divine intervention. Grabbing his hips, I pull him sharply towards me.
I hear a surprised gasp just before my lips cover the partially exposed nipple. Off balance and stunned, I feel him tense in my arms. Imagining I’m going to get hit at any moment or at least shoved away, I suck it strongly, flicking the hardening nub until it peaks high enough to capture it with my teeth. Rolling it gently between my teeth, I hear a needy whimper and feel fingers sink into my hair, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.
The groan this time is mine as I pull the slender body even closer between my legs. He tastes even better than I'd imagined.
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I've been practicing with those bloody Elven knives all afternoon, getting hotter and sweatier by the minute. The heat isn't all due to my exertions with Bob, though. Viggo has been sitting outside the trailer watching us, looking sexier than any man has a right to in his faded jeans and t-shirt. Feeling his intense blue eyes following me has filled me with a heat that has nothing to do with swordplay. At least not with Bob... now Viggo's sword, that’s another matter completely...
I push the image out of my mind with a groan. Viggo is straight, or at least he has certainly never shown that he feels anything like the attraction I feel for him. And I won’t do anything to risk our friendship, or our working relationship.
When I've finally satisfied Bob's high standards, I tug my loose, sweaty tank top back into place and approach Viggo with a smile. ”Thank God, I'm done for the day. Want to grab a drink?” I ask, looking forward to an excuse to spend time alone with Viggo as much as I am to a cool beverage.
Viggo is staring at me oddly. I hesitate, wondering if something in my expression or voice has given away how much I wanted him. “Vig?” I ask tentatively, following his eyes to the outline of my nipples beneath my sweat-soaked shirt. To my horror, they harden beneath his gaze. Fuck! “Vig,” I stammer again, but before I can say anything more, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him roughly. With a growl, he sucks the nipple into his mouth, right through the fabric of the tank top. I gasp with pleasure as he tugs at the hardened flesh with his teeth, rolling it between his lips as waves of sensation flash from my chest directly to my groin. Unable to stop myself, I sink my fingers into his scruffy hair and pull him closer, whimpering needily.
With another groan, Viggo pushes the fabric aside with his tongue and latches directly onto the dark nub. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me even closer between his legs. I can't help but rock against him, discovering that he’s as hard as I am...
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I freeze as Orlando's equally hard cock presses into mine. He wants me. I'm stunned. I pull back and look up at the man I've been assaulting. His face is flushed from his workout with Bob, dark, damp curls falling in his face. The sparkle in his eyes isn't from exertion, though, and I feel my body get harder in response to that look.
His lips part slightly. As I stare at them, the tip of his tongue peeks out and wets them quickly. God I've got to taste more of him…quickly.
I'm desperate to pull his lips down to meet mine, but this is not the place. I only want to start this somewhere that we won't have to stop. I have a million questions racing through my mind, but I manage to get my voice to form the only one that is really important. "Come home with me, Elfboy?"
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Viggo freezes as I rock against him, pressing my cock against his own impressive erection. 'Don't stop!' I shout to him in my mind. I want to pull his head back against me to repeat his assault on my other nipple. I want to rip off his shirt and conduct my own explorations of his broad chest. I stare into his passion-glazed eyes, unable to believe the desire I see in them - desire for me. Speechless, I lick my lips nervously.
"Come home with me, Elfboy?" Viggo asks huskily. I don't want to wait that long, don't want to move away from the heavenly feel of my body between his legs, but I know we can't stay where we are. Not if we're going to do what I hope we're going to do, what I've dreamed of doing with him ever since the day I met him.
I nod, still unable to get my mouth to form words. Fuck, if I can't use it for talking, I might as well put it to better use... I lean forward and press my mouth to Viggo's hungrily, grabbing his shoulders to steady myself as I bite and lick at his lips, pushing against them with my tongue until he opens them beneath me. I press my tongue against his, desperate to taste him, to feel his tongue battling with mine, slipping into my mouth in turn. I moan against his lips, sinking deeper into the kiss.
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Home. Leaving. Moving. I know that is what we are supposed to be doing, but with Orli's lips teasing mine, I can't think of anything but how he feels… how he tastes. I don't want him to leave my arms ever. I've wanted to hold him like this for months. Months of telling myself I was a crazy, lecherous old man that he couldn't possibly be interested in.
Orli's tongue persistently demands entrance to my mouth, and I give up the thought of ending this kiss. I suck his tongue into my mouth, sliding my own tongue along it and then chasing it back. He moans and my hands convulsively pull him tighter between my legs, pressing our enflamed cocks together. I groan, slipping one hand around and clasping that tight elf ass I've been covertly watching.
A door slams suddenly, jarring me out of my lust-induced trance. A shocked voice comes from behind me, "What the fuck?" Beanie. Reluctantly pulling away from Orlando's lips, I tilt my head up to see a shocked Steward of Gondor staring down at the erotic obstruction on the stairs. Orlando, deprived of my lips, simply continues his oral assault on my neck.
"Oh, fuck," I sigh as he sucks hard over my pulse. "Sorry, Beanie," I apologize roughly. Winding my fingers deep into Orli's curls, I pull his mouth back up to mine and plunder it with my tongue. I don't seem to be capable of taking a breath unless it is coming from his mouth.
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He's kissing me back. Viggo's tongue is in my mouth, thrusting against mine, and he tastes so good, better than I ever dreamed, all those nights when I came in my bed to the thought of his mouth fucking mine.
I wrap my arms around his back and grind myself into him wantonly, dragging my cock against his. Viggo's hand seizes my ass and presses me even harder against him. Oh god, I'm so hard and wet I'm gonna come just from humping him through our pants.
A door slams above us and Viggo tears his mouth from mine. I hear Beanie's shocked ”What the fuck?” but it doesn't matter, nothing matters but the fact I can no longer taste Viggo. I drop my mouth to his neck, sucking his sweat-damp flesh, the pulse that beats so roughly in the hollow of his throat. I want to mark him, devour him, satisfy the hunger that I've fought against for months.
Viggo mumbles something to Sean and then his hand is in my hair, dragging me up to seize my lips again and force his way back into my eager mouth. I can't help but whimper as his other hand, the one still holding my ass, rocks me against him in a steady rhythm. I work my way under his shirt until I find his hard nipples, pinching and pulling them with trembling fingers.
”Please,” I moan into his mouth, not caring if Sean has left or not. "Oh fuck, Viggo, please, I need you so bad...”
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"Oh, fuck," I sigh into Orli's mouth. I vaguely register that Sean has gone back inside the trailer. I have no idea if anyone else is watching us, but I can't stop. Orli is grinding himself against me, our erections sliding sinfully against each other. It feels incredible. I haven't come in my pants since I was a teenager, but I know that I'm about to and in some twisted way, it is heightening my pleasure.
The beautiful angel in my arms is coming undone, and I caused it. We are about to climax right here... explode from the intensity of our first touch. Silently I promise to continue this where I can make it up to him… worship him slowly.. lovingly... properly.
One hand in Orli's hair and one on his ass, I encourage him to increase his pace until our lips break apart as we gasp for air. Our kiss turns into an open-mouthed exploration of tongues and teeth. I can feel my climax building, my thighs quivering with the tension. "Orli... fuck, baby... I..."
Words become impossible as my pleasure peaks to a knife's edge and blissful release sweeps through me. I cry out, burying my face in Orli's neck to muffle the sound, pulling him hard against me and continuing rock against him.
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Viggo is moaning and rocking against me, and the rough friction of our cocks sliding against each other is stealing the last of my control. Anyone could be watching - Pete could be filming us for all I care - there's no way I can stop. I'm going to come right here on the steps of the Cuntebago, and I've never wanted anything more in my life.
I'm trembling as Viggo's hands urge me even harder, faster against him. I can't believe the beautiful sounds he's making, the lustful way he moans my name, that I have the power to bring this incredible man to this state of mindless need. The heat inside me is building, spreading through me like wildfire. I'm gasping for breath, my kiss turning into wild, wet licks and nips at any skin I can reach as I feel myself coming undone. ”Oh, fuck, Vig, please.... so good... oh god, so good...” I gasp between kisses. Viggo is shuddering beneath me and suddenly he stiffens, clutching me to him as he cries out against my throat and then I'm losing it, shaking uncontrollably as I pump out my release, sobbing his name.
I collapse against him bonelessly, unable to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks at the wonder of what we just shared. Viggo pushes my hair back from my face and kisses away the moistness, murmuring soothingly. ”No, baby, please,” he whispers, ”don't, Orlando...”
”So beautiful,” I tell him, ”wanted you so long, I couldn't help it, Vig, I'm sorry...”
Viggo pulls me to my feet and inside the door of the trailer.
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Seeing tears running down Orlando's face breaks my heart. I hate to think that what we've done has hurt him in any way. I try to soothe him and realize he's apologizing for *wanting me*. Could I really be that lucky? I pull him into my arms and yank open the door to the Cuntebago. We need out of general sight and there is very little chance of us making it all the way home.
Our mouths are sealed together as we stumble through the door. Sean mumbles something and scrambles out before it swings closed. I sit down on the worn couch and pull the elf onto my lap, wiping at his tears with my thumbs. "Orli... baby... stop crying, love... I wanted you just as badly. I attacked you, remember?" I smile, trying to get him to smile back at me.
My lame attempt at humor apparently works because he smiles at me, and the brilliance of it steals my breath. I stroke his face and look deep into his eyes. "I haven't had one night in the last three months that you haven't haunted my dreams. My waking thoughts are tormented by the constant desire to touch you. I've been living in complete terror of slipping up and letting the façade hiding my feelings for you crack."
I grimace guiltily. "Like it did today. It cracked and I couldn't resist touching you. When you touched me back, it splintered. There is no putting it back together, Orli. I love you."
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Viggo pulls me into the trailer, his lips still fused to mine. I feel like such a git, crying like this, but a part of me was so afraid that once he'd gotten off he'd realize what I'd just done, that I'd acted like a high school kid with his first hard-on. How can I tell him that he has that effect on me every time he looks at me, that I've dreamed of him wanting me, touching me, for so long, that the reality of it at last shattered my control?
He pulls me onto his lap on the beat-up couch. I vaguely register Sean stumbling out the door, but the feel of Viggo's thighs beneath mine is making me stir again already, the touch of his rough fingers against my cheeks melting me inside. ”I wanted you too... I attacked you, remember?” He smiles at me, and the look in his powder-blue eyes is so full of rueful tenderness I can't help but smile back. He goes on speaking, but I'm so lost in the depths of his eyes, in the hypnotic huskiness of his voice, that the words aren't registering. I know I'm smiling like an idiot, but I can't seem to move until Viggo's last words penetrate the sensuous haze he's wrapped me in. ”I love you, Orli...”
“Vig,” I gasp, “what? Oh, please, say it again?”
“I love you, Orlando,” he repeats, cupping my cheek.
I wrap myself around him, kissing him fiercely, lifting my head at last to drop kisses all over his face and neck, wherever I can reach. ”I love you Vig, so much, I have for so long,” I babble, unable to believe I'm holding my dream in my arms.
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I trap Orlando's face between my hands and hold him far enough away that I can look into his eyes. There was something I wanted to say, but holding him this intimately, seeing the love and desire shining in his eyes completely erases my memory. I can't hold back the words that roll off my tongue.
"I love you, Orli. I know I just said that, but I've waited so long… thought I'd never have a chance to actually say the words. You are probably going to get really sick of them in the next few weeks."
Orlando protests and I know he is being sincere. His eyes light up and start to fill with tears every time I say the words. His reaction is as addictive as the relief and pleasure I feel saying them.
Nuzzling his neck, I blow softly, tickling him and making him squirm. The friction of our clothes and bodies together reminds me of our sticky condition. "This smelly human is in dire need of a shower, so I know my prissy elf needs one. Together or one at a time?"
I know what *I* want, but I don't want to rush things.
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Viggo cradles my face between his hands and holds my gaze with his. ‘I love you,’ he tells me again, and his blue eyes are shining with such sincerity and tenderness that there’s no way I can doubt him. “You’re probably going to get sick of me saying that...”
“Never!” I tell him, blinking back renewed tears. ”I can’t believe you actually feel the same way I do. I’ve loved you so long, but I never thought you’d see me as anything but a kid. I still don’t know what you see in me to love me, but I’ll never get tired of hearing you say it.” I hug him fiercely, burying my head in the hollow of his shoulder, drinking in the smell and the feel and the warmth of his body against mine. I can feel him hardening against my stomach, the enticing friction reminding me of the mess I’ve made inside my boxers.
Viggo nuzzles my neck, tickling me with his breath. I can’t help but squirm against him, causing both our cocks to swell even more. “This smelly human needs a shower, so I’m sure my prissy elf needs one too. Together or one at a time?” he asks.
Thinking of sharing the tiny shower in the Cuntebago with Viggo, feeling the length of his naked body pressed against mine in the cramped cubicle, makes my cock jump so powerfully he probably doesn’t need to hear my answer. ”Definitely together,” I tell him, pushing reluctantly off his lap and pulling him to his feet. “Conserve water and all that, yeah?” I reach for the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his broad chest. Despite the lure of the shower, I can’t resist burying my hands in the silky hair dusting his torso and bending down to kiss a pink nipple. I can feel him tremble beneath me, emboldening me to tug at the tiny nub gently with my teeth.
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I smile at the 'conserve water' comment. The thought of Orli's wet body in my arms, water sluicing over all of that smooth skin, assures me that we will likely be in that shower until the water runs cold.
My cock surges at his eagerness as he pulls my shirt over my head. When his lips touch my nipple, I almost pull him back down onto the couch. Fuck, his touch melts me. Taking his hand, I pull him towards the tiny bathroom.
I flip the lock on the door as we pass and then lock the bathroom as well. No point in scaring the hell out of the make-up girls. Though frankly, I'd be more worried about them wanting to watch.
I unfasten my jeans, pushing them impatiently to the floor, unable to take my eyes off of Orli as he undresses. Reaching out a hand to touch, I almost expect my hand to pass right through him. No mortal could possibly be so ethereal. He has to be a celestial being.
My hand encounters warm flesh, and he sighs at my touch. I have to step directly in front of him to reach around and turn on the water. Our bodies press together and I shudder as our erections brush against each other. He rubs against me and I clutch him to me with a splayed hand on his ass.
"Stop. It's not going to take much to make me come again. I've wanted you for too long."
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Watching Viggo undress has got to be the most erotic experience of my life. I’ve seen him mostly naked before as we get in and out of costume each day, but knowing that he’s removing his clothes for me, knowing that I have the right to touch and kiss and taste every inch of that firm flesh, has me so excited that I’m finding it hard to get my own clothes off fast enough.
He’s looking at me as if I’m the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. I can’t help but moan softly when he lovingly brushes my hip with his palm. I’ve watched those hands so often as he practices with his sword, dreaming of what it would feel like to have them touch me. The reality is better than any dream, the gentle friction of his calloused skin sending frissons of desire chasing along my nerve endings. When he presses past me to turn on the water, I can’t help but rub against him. Our cocks are both sticky from our earlier release, and they cling to each other as if they’re already unwilling to part.
“Don’t,” he protests, but I’m seized by a sudden need I no longer have to resist. Dropping to my knees, I bury my face in his wiry curls, breathing in his delicious musky scent before sliding my lips around his swollen cock. The salty taste of his release makes me moan around him in appreciation. I reach a hand to the wall of the shower to steady myself and press the other against his ass, pushing him deeper into my hungry mouth.
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If I thought the brush of our naked bodies was too much, the sight of Orlando sinking to his knees in front of me is enough to push me to the precipice of desire and feel the first tendrils of my climax unfurling. I grab blindly at the towel bar as my knees turn to water.
The sight of Orlando's face buried next to my cock is so incredibly intimate that I tremble. Once again, we are about to crash into a desire filled frenzy and that isn't what I want. I don't want him to think that what I feel for him is all about this blinding passion. I want to slowly make love to him in a way that leaves no doubt that I'd share a lifetime with him if he'd give me the chance, but I can't seem to stop this explosive chemistry and apparently neither can he.
I cry out as the head of my cock slips between his lips. His moan travels like electricity through my body, and I press back harder into the tiles to keep from falling. "Orli... angel... I can't..."
Dark sienna eyes turn up to me and his mouth retreats to lick the liquid flowing steadily from the slit. "So don't," he answers simply. "Let me taste you."
"Oh fuck," I sigh, sinking my fingers into his hair, not to guide but to anchor myself. His mouth sinks over me again, taking me deeper into his mouth with each stroke. "Oh yes… Orli!" I scream as my release rushes through me. I can feel Orlando swallowing around my still hard length. I may never be completely soft again if he keeps this up.
I look down at him, amazed with the depth of love I feel for this man. It must have shown in my eyes because he looks up at me, amusement dancing in his eyes, but they immediately soften, and he rises, pressing himself against me and kissing me tenderly.
I reach out with my hand, testing to make sure the water isn't too hot before pushing him under the spray. "My turn," I threaten, lowering my voice to a lust filled rumble.
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I thought the fantasies I’d had of him touching me, loving me, were arousing, but they’re nothing to the reality of feeling him fill my mouth, hearing him moan and cry out as I pull him deeper into my throat, the amazing realization that I have the power to make him come undone like this a second time. He tries to protest but I silence him with a word, a touch, a look. He sinks his hands into my hair and groans as I renew my efforts, needing to make this so good for him that he’ll never want to leave.
I can feel him trembling above me and then he shouts my name, pouring his hot release down my throat. I swallow eagerly around him, wishing I knew another way to show him how much I love him, how much more than just physical pleasure I want to give him. Looking up into his passion-dark eyes, I see something else shining in them besides, and I realize that, incredibly, he does understand.
I rise to my feet unsteadily, needing to feel his lips on mine again. He kisses me tenderly and pulls me under the steaming spray. I’m so hard by this point that just the feel of his body stretched against mine under the streaming water has me close to exploding. Pressing against him urgently, I back him against the shower wall and kiss him with all the ardor rushing through my blood. As much as I want to take things slowly, to run my lips over every inch of his body, I can’t fight the fever raging through me. I need to come desperately, but despite all we’ve shared I don’t know how to ask for what my body is longing for. I ache to feel him wrapped around me, to bring him to the brink again and take him with me as I come buried deep inside him, but I’d rather end the night unsatisfied than do anything to drive him away.
I wrap my arms around his back and let one hand follow the trail of water droplets down his firm buttocks, gliding my fingertips tremblingly over his entrance, ready to pull back at the slightest hint of hesitance or rejection. ”Please, Vig,” I moan, pressing kisses wildly down his throat. ”Need you... want you so bad... anything, anything you want... please, make me come...”
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I can feel Orlando trembling in my arms. The slide of our wet bodies together already has me feeling his urgency. When his fingers brush down my spine and over my entrance, I moan and push my hips forward into his. All previous plans fly completely out of my mind, replaced by an image of Orli fucking me against the wall of this shower until he comes deep inside me.
When Orli begs me for release, his lips moving over my neck, I can hear what he wants, but then he starts back-peddling. I'm not starting this relationship with misconceptions. We need to talk, but first my beautiful lover needs to come. Capturing his lips in a soul-stealing kiss, I take complete control of his mouth until I feel him melt against me. Moving my lips to his cheeks, eyelids, and over to his ear, I whisper, "I want you inside me."
Orlando's eyes fly open and he looks at me in surprise. I know I'm smirking, but I can't help it. "Orli, I want everything from you. You inside me. Me inside you. No limits. Don't ever be afraid. Tell me what you want?" I ask, gently rubbing my cheek against his.
A determined look develops on Orli's face as he answers, "I want to come so far inside you that you taste me in your throat. I want to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before."
My eyes drift closed and a deep moan escapes. "Orli..." I sigh. With a lingering kiss, I turn around and brace myself against the tile. Everything about my position is an invitation. He can't possibly doubt how much I want this.
I look back over my shoulder. Orlando is coating his fingers with a shimmering white cream from one of the many bottles on his section of the ledge. A smile bubbles up from deep inside me, my amusement and complete happiness breaking free. "Prissy Elf," I tease.
My Prissy Elf immediately slides his fingers down to my entrance and pushes one in steadily. Curling it, he unerringly hits my prostate and my legs start to tremble. "Fuck," I gasp.
I look up to find Legolas' controlled demeanor, staring back at me. "Don't mess with the Elf," he warns in the voice I've come to love almost as much as my Orli's. He's able to hold onto the character for about 30 seconds before Orlando's grin breaks through.
My head drops forward as he picks up his assault on my body, teasing me mercilessly with his fingers. "God, Orli... need you inside me, baby. Now!"
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Just when I think it's not possible to love him any more than I do, he kisses me senseless and then proceeds to melt me completely, rasping into my ear that he wants to feel me inside him. My cock jerks so hard I don't know how I manage to keep from coming on the spot. “Viggo,” I moan as he tells me he wants it all, me inside him, him inside me, turning my insides into a mass of quivering treacle. I want to tell him how much I want that too, I want to make love with him every way known to man and a few we'll make up on our own, but first I want to fuck him through the wall, to make him come harder than he ever has in his life. He asks me what I want and I tell him that, amazed at my boldness, but he did tell me not to be afraid.
To my incredulous delight, he immediately turns and braces himself against the shower wall, looking over his shoulder at me with such an expression of loving need that my breath catches in my throat. As much as I want to just bury myself inside him, there's no way I'm going to rush this, no way I'll risk hurting him. I'm going to prepare him until he aches for me as badly as I do for him, until he can't wait for the feel of my cock filling him completely.
The water lets our bodies slide together smoothly, but it's not enough to ease my way inside him. Reaching to the row of bottles that line the shower, I cover my fingers with a stream of pearly conditioner, its glistening slickness cool against my heated skin. Viggo smirks at my impromptu lube. ”Prissy Elf,” he rumbles teasingly, the words changing to a groan as I slide a finger inside him and unerringly find his prostate. He trembles against me as I add a second finger and begin to slowly stretch him. ”Don't mess with an Elf,” I tell him in Legolas' regal voice, but I can only remain in character for a moment as his soft gasps of pleasure begin to have their effect on me. Grinding my teeth to keep from thrusting against him, I rub over his nerve endings, slowly pressing a third finger inside him. He's pushing his hips back against me enticingly, writhing around my fingers, gasping that he needs to feel me inside him NOW.
I reach blindly for another handful of conditioner, slathering the cool liquid over my erection. Molding myself against his back, I slowly slide my fingers out and position the head of my leaking cock against him. My lips slide up the side of his neck 'til they reach his ear. Outlining it with my tongue, I gasp as he pushes back hard against me. “Are you sure you're ready?” I ask in an unsteady voice, and he turns his head to bite hungrily at my lips. “God, Orli, please,” he rasps hoarsely, and the lust-deepened tone of his voice is the final straw. I push inside him with one fierce motion, groaning in ecstasy as the heat and tightness of his body envelops me completely. All control lost, I bury myself inside him, pulling back only to thrust in even deeper, his breathy moans letting me know I'm hitting his prostate on every stroke. 'Oh fuck, Viggo, feels so good,' I gasp, reaching in front of him to wrap the hand still slick with conditioner around his straining cock. I pump it in time with my thrusts, picking up speed as the frantic sounds falling from his lips tell me he's as lost as I am. “Oh, god, Vig, so close... so fucking good... come for me, baby... oh please...” The pounding wave of sensation crests inside me, sending my release surging hotly within him. He convulses around me, a second wave of pleasure shooting through me as he pumps his own creamy seed over my hand.
Collapsed against his back, my chest heaving as I try to recapture my breath, he steals my heart by raising my hand to his lips, kissing my palm as he laps off the last of his release. ”Love you so much,” I tell him, turning his head and pouring the depth of my feelings into my kiss.
My beautiful lover slips from around me, smiling at my moan of loss as he turns to gather me tightly into his arms. “Let's get washed, Elfboy,” he murmurs coaxingly. “I think we've taken enough of the edge off now that we can last for the ten minute drive to get to my house. And then,” and I can't help but shiver at the promise in his voice, “and then, I'm going to make love to you the way you deserve – slowly, for the rest of the night.”
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I fumble with the lock on my door. Orli is nibbling his way up the side of my neck, his body pressed close behind mine. We've managed to make it this far, but it has been an exercise in self-control. The drive was managed with Orlando's hand on my thigh and my fingers entwined with his. We both seem to need the physical contact to reassure us that this is real. Hopefully we'll be able to sate this need before tomorrow, or Aragorn and Legolas are going to be doing a lot of unscripted touching.
Throwing open the door, I swing Orli into the house and pin him up against the wall, sealing my lips to his. The kiss starts out hard and passionate, like we have to make up for the lost minutes in the car, but I purposefully lighten it, gently and thoroughly exploring his lips and mouth. He whimpers when I tug at his swollen bottom lip with my teeth. I answer in a low hum, easing the hurt with a swipe of my tongue.
My hands move from his shoulders, down his sides to rest on his hips. My thumbs rub circles over his hip bones, catching and pushing his t-shirt up until they are stroking bare skin. I move my lips from his mouth, along his jaw, until they hover over his ear, my warm breath blowing in soft puffs. He shivers in my arms. "We are just getting started," I whisper, imbuing my words with as much erotic promise as I can.
I step forward and shift my weight, my thigh pressing between his legs. I can feel him hard against my hip and I lean into his arousal. I cradle his face in my hands, moving my mouth back to his and swallowing his moans. Gently I shower his eyes, nose, cheeks and chin with soft, chaste kisses.
"Bed," I murmur, a question that doesn't really require an answer. He nods and I take his hand leading him through the living room and down the hall.
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Viggo’s kisses are definitely addictive. I can only hope a night full of them will sate my hunger enough to allow me to manage a day of filming without them. Who am I fooling? Now that we’ve discovered what we feel for each other, we couldn’t manage the ten-minute drive to his house without snogging like teenagers at every full stop. I’m already thinking of places we can sneak off to on the set, until the feel of his lips leaving my mouth forces my attention to more immediate matters.
Whimpering in protest at the loss of contact, I try to recapture the elusive target, but he’s sliding them across my face even as his hands glide beneath the hem of my t-shirt. The shiver that his touch elicits seems to amuse him; I can feel the soft puffs of his laughter warmly caressing my ear. ”We have all night,” he reminds me, the whispery rasp promising untold erotic delights. I draw a shuddering breath, forcing myself to slow down, to somehow fight the frantic need that not even our previous climaxes has lessened. I want more than just another fast, frenzied fuck this time, as incredible as the earlier ones have been. I want to take our time, to explore every inch of the body I’ve lusted after for so long, to show him how much I love him and how much knowing he loves me means to me.
“Bed,” he commands me tenderly, pulling me against the steel of his arousal and covering my face with quick, moist kisses. The combination of gentleness and passion leaves me quivering as he leads me down the hallway to his bedroom. The moonlight shines through the open windows, a warm breeze stirring the gauzy curtains, and I’m struck by a sudden need to see both ghosting over Viggo’s nude body. I pull his shirt over his head clumsily, lowering my own to lick at his collarbones as I fumble with the button of his jeans. He pushes mine down my hips and tugs my t-shirt away and then we’re both naked and falling onto each other across the wide expanse of his rumpled king-size bed.
His body is beautiful, the lean lines and graceful limbs a composition of masculine perfection. The dusting of silky hair over his chest fascinates me. I tug at it gently as I kiss my way down his neck, kneeling over him to explore his firm muscles with my fingertips, his deliciously furled nipples with my lips. Our cocks nudge each other as they bob in response to our touches, for Viggo is conducting his own exploration of my back and hips and thighs with calloused palms. My teeth latch gently around a rosy nub and I tug at it lightly, sucking it into my mouth. He moans in pleasure and tightens his grip on my flanks, rubbing against me as I move to the other side of his chest to see if it tastes just as sweet. The rest of my life won’t be long enough to enjoy the pleasure of loving him this way.
Nipping my way as I go, I follow the path of curling hairs that trails down his stomach, detouring to worship the crescent-shaped tattoo that so perfectly counterpoints my own sun. Giving the dark flesh one final lick, I’m making my way to the firm column of flesh that’s my ultimate goal when Viggo flips me over without warning, pinning me beneath him with a wiry strength that I have no desire to fight.
“My turn,” he growls impatiently, the seductive sound of his voice alone enough to start a trembling deep inside me. “God, yes,” I answer, ”please, Viggo, love me...”
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I can feel my expression soften as Orli begs beneath me. "I do love you, Orli."
This is what I've wanted since he first returned my kiss… truthfully a lot longer than that, a chance to hold him in my arms, tell him how I feel and meticulously demonstrate it. I run my hands over the shaved skin above his ears and bury my fingers in the strip of dark curls. "Only you would turn a costuming nightmare into a fashion statement. I fell a little farther in love the day Liv told me what you had done. You embrace every little twist life throws at you and delight in it."
My fingers move from his hair down his neck. My thumbs trace his collarbones and skate higher to caress his cheeks. I lightly trail kisses in the wake of my fingers. Pulling back, I pause. Orli's eyes flicker open. "Will you stay with me? I want to hold all night and watch you as you wake up tomorrow."
Orli is staring up at me, mesmerized. I'm hoping he's not wondering what nutter he's crawled into bed with, but I've held back saying these things for so long, I feel like I'll burst if they don't have a chance to be expressed.
Deciding that maybe distraction is the best course of action, I seal our lips together and drag a hand down Orlando's smooth chest. I feel his breath hitch as my fingers trail over his nipples. I pause to tug at them, twisting gently. A low moan encourages me to tease them harder. Orli cants his hips up under me, sliding our hard shafts together. I bear down into him with my mouth and my cock.
I can feel desire fighting to take control and slow down. There is still so much I want to touch and taste. Relinquishing Orli's lips, I replace the fingers on his nipples with my mouth. Freed, my hand runs down to smoothly fist his leaking arousal.
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Will I stay with him? The thought of falling asleep in Viggo’s arms, of waking up to his incandescent blue eyes as full of love as they are right now… God, yes! Tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives… I need to tell him that, but before I can find words that won’t sound like incoherent babble, he’s stolen my breath with his kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, circling and stroking it, drawing back to skate over my teeth and tease at my lips before diving deep into my mouth again. Damn, this man can kiss!
His roving fingers find my nipples, pulling and twisting them until I’m moaning blissfully beneath his touch. I’ve always known they were unusually sensitive, but Viggo’s caresses have me so enflamed that I’m already achingly hard again, almost as lost to passion as the first time we kissed on the trailer steps. Was that only this afternoon? It already seems we’ve been loving each other for a lifetime. My hips rock upward of their own volition, seeking contact with Viggo’s equally hard flesh. The friction of our two silken shafts rubbing together is almost enough to make me lose control again, but I force myself to pull back from Viggo’s intoxicating kiss and draw a deep, calming breath.
I could have saved myself the effort, because as soon as our lips part, Viggo slides down my chest to take a swollen nipple into his mouth. The same fever of need that gripped me the first time he kissed them blazes inside me again as he worries the throbbing nubbin with his teeth. Inarticulate mewls of delight escape from my throat, while flames of pleasure spread through my chest and burn a path straight to my cock. I know I wanted to take things slowly this time, but like Viggo said, we have all night, and right now I need to feel him buried inside me. Immediately.
His hand stroking over my rigid length feels so damn good, but I know what will make me feel even better. Covering his hand with my own, I move it lower, behind my sacs to the smooth flesh of my perineum and beyond. I press his fingers to my trembling entrance, my voice quivering with desire as I beg him to breach me. ”Please, Viggo, need to feel you inside me,” I whisper unsteadily, arching my hips to open myself to him completely.
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The urgent desire is back. I see it in Orlando's eyes and hear it in his voice as he guides my hand to his entrance. The need in his voice causes an instinctive reaction in my body. It's like I *can't* resist fulfilling his needs, like my well-being and happiness is tied to his.
I'm going to give him what he wants, but I refused to be rushed again. This means too much to me to keep skipping over the things that my heart cries out to do. I reach for the lube, slicking my fingers and returning them to his opening. I lightly circle the puckered flesh, teasing the muscle, slipping just the tip of my finger past the tight resistance. My other hand picks up the previous rhythm I had on his cock.
Orlando is moaning incoherently and writhing on the sheets. His heels are digging into the mattress as he lifts up, trying to impale himself on my finger. I move my hand to his hip, pinning him to the mattress, and wrap my lips around his cock. Strong fingers grip my hair and his hips buck reflexively. I relax and allow him to take control, fucking my mouth until he gasps, "Fuck, Vig, please..."
God, he tastes divine. The feel of the smooth head of his cock rubbing against my tongue as he moves in and out of my mouth makes me groan with desire. The sound causes another severe jerk from Orlando. I hum soothingly and stroke the smooth skin over his hip, but I can feel his thighs trembling uncontrollably. This is what I've dreamed of for months, Orlando falling apart at my touch, and it's almost too much. I close my eyes and take deep, even breaths trying to keep myself from losing control.
Sucking hard, I press my finger completely inside his body. Orlando cries out and arches off the bed. Without giving him a chance to over think what I'm about to do, I increase the pace of my mouth and match it with my fingers, seeking out his prostate and stroking it with every thrust. Almost immediately, I feel the start of his climax. I take him deep in my mouth and hold him there, swallowing around his length while making light pulses on his prostate. He screams my name followed by an impressive list of curses as he erupts down my throat.
Orlando's knees fall open as all the tension drains from his body. I continue to lick and kiss his sated shaft. My fingers move easily in his relaxed body. I sit back and give him a few moments to catch his breath. He's so fucking beautiful, his face flushed and glowing, dark crescents of eyelashes topping rose-hued cheeks, and soft lips open like they just parted from a kiss. I feel a surge of jealousy for the unknown lovers who have seen Orli like this before now and silently hope that no one but me will ever see him this way again.
I lean down and kiss him gently, wetting his lips and sucking at the tenderly. His eyes flutter open and I can't help but feel a surge of primitive satisfaction at his sated, well-loved appearance.
"I wanted you inside me," he pouts.
I kiss the slightly protruding lip and nip at it softly. There are consequences to pouting in my presence. "We're not even close to done, Elfboy," I promise, beginning to move my fingers inside of him again.
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When Viggo coats his hand with lube and slides a fingertip gently into me, every good intention I had about taking things slow and savoring the moment is lost without a second thought. A savage trembling starts where his finger breaches my body and shakes through me fiercely. It feels so fucking incredible – better than anything I had imagined in four months of almost daily wanking to an image that wore his face. I knew nothing about Viggo, I realize now, thinking he would be satisfied with just getting me off as quickly as possible. He circles inside me tenderly, teasingly, pulling back slightly when I arch my hips to try and force him deeper inside. His eyes twinkle indulgently as his other hand resumes its slow stroking of my cock.
God knows what he thinks of the inchoate sounds coming out of my mouth, since they refuse to form words - probably just as well, because the words don’t exist to describe what he’s making me feel. And when his mouth wraps itself around the head of my cock, I wail. I’m not too proud to admit it – I thought he was a good kisser, but giving head could be his second career. My hands reach instinctively to grab his hair and bury myself inside that heavenly suction. I’m fucking his mouth and impaling myself on his fingers and oh God, what must he think but I don’t care, I can’t stop, oh God, oh fuck, so good, oh yeah, sweet mother of Jesus, Viggo, please, oh yeah, oh yeah...
I think I actually black out for a second as I explode down his throat. Viggo swallows and hums and moans around me until I soften, his fingers never stopping their lazy glide in and out. I can feel the heat flushing my cheeks as I let my eyelids flutter open at last. He’s sitting back on his heels, watching me with such an expression of pride and love in his eyes that any embarrassment I feel at the wantonness of my behavior vanishes. In fact, he looks almost smug at having been able to reduce me to such mindlessness.
“I wanted to come with you inside me,” I pout, pulling a moue of imaginary disappointment. He flashes the wolfish smile I’m learning to distrust and nips at my lower lip playfully. I wonder just how kiss-swollen they look as the contact sends a spark of pleasurable pain lancing through me. Incredibly, the gentle suction of his lips against mine, the easy glide of his fingers against my pleasure center, are hardening me yet again. And I haven’t forgotten his own untouched erection. The impressive length juts out of a riot of sandy curls between his long legs, leaking steadily against his flat stomach. “I told you we’re just getting started,” he husks, looking entirely too pleased with himself. I can’t let that go unchallenged.
Pushing myself up on shaky elbows, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull myself onto his hard thighs. ”Don’t think I spread my legs like that for just anyone,” I purr, reaching down to fold my hand around both our cocks and beginning to stroke them. The dual sensations of my palm and his cock against my silky flesh are exquisite, but the stroke falters and my breath catches in my throat when his eyes meet mine. How did I never see until now how expressive his changeful blue eyes are? Mixed with the pride and the need are jealousy, possessiveness, and just a twinge of uncertainty. ”Only you,” I whisper, and it’s suddenly imperative that he believes that. I cover his face with quick, soft kisses as he maneuvers his hand to press his fingers more forcefully within me. ”Never felt like this before - oh, God! - I love you, Vig – never anyone but you, ever again...”
I kiss him deeply, passionately, trying to pour all the love my words can’t adequately express into the melding of our mouths. The heat is building inside me again, but I refuse to come this time without taking him with me. Letting go of our cocks reluctantly, I angle my hips until the tip of his shaft can brush against the spot where his fingers enter me. Sliding them out gently, I raise them to my lips and suck them into my mouth, savoring the taste of my own musky essence as I push against him, until the smooth tip of his cock pops through the tight ring of muscles. I clench myself around him, wringing a deep groan from him as I continue to lave his fingers with my tongue. Moaning myself at the ecstatic feel of him inside me, I grasp his hip firmly and pull myself forward on his steely shaft, until he’s buried to the hilt. Tears fill my eyes as I rock against him in small, shallow thrusts. ”So beautiful,” I gasp when his fingers slide from my lips and turn my head to meet his smoldering gaze. “Love you, Vig, love this, so much... don’t ever stop loving me.”
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Orlando pulls himself into my lap, joking about spreading his legs for just anyone. Even though he is denying it, the thought makes me want to growl and claim him as mine. When he grabs our cocks and starts stroking, I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. I'm so fucking close. He is going to push me over the edge in no time.
I lock my eyes with his, pouring all that I'm feeling into the connection. How is it possible to feel a love this deep with someone you've known for such a relatively short period of time? We've nurtured our friendship, but somehow all of these other feelings have emerged fully formed and powerful. I love him more deeply than anything I've ever experienced before and it scares me because with that feeling comes jealousy, possessiveness and insecurity, three things I'm not accustomed to feeling.
Like he is reading my mind, Orli covers my face with kisses and whispers, "Only you." Did I voice my fears out loud? He continues alternating between kisses and reassurances. My doubts begin to ease and my urgent desire to fuse our bodies together swells. I prepare his body forcefully, needing to be sheathed in his tight heat right now. When he declares his love and echoes my own feelings, "never anyone but you, ever again," I lose the last of my control.
Orlando's lips close over mine compellingly and I surrender to the torrent of emotion pouring through his kiss. He is writhing on top of me, positioning himself so that the only barrier to our joining is my fingers. I'm about to pull them out when he does it for me, raising them to his mouth. Gods of hell, the hunger I feel as he sucks on my fingers almost ends our lovemaking before it even has the chance to begin.
Orli pushes hard against me and my cock breaches his body for the first time. My eyes fill with tears as I experience what feels like the merging of our souls along with our bodies. I groan and clench his hips hard, thrusting forward gently in short, shallow strokes, matching his movements.
I've got to see his eyes… to see if he is experiencing the same feeling of soul-bonding that I am. It's there and I gasp at the intensity. My chest is so tight. I'm unable to take a full breath. "Love you, Vig, love this, so much... don't ever stop loving me," he whispers.
"I couldn't if I tried," I reply. "I'm gonna love you forever. You are a part of me now... as important as my heart... you *are* my heart."
I shift us so that he is back underneath me and sink into him fully. "You ready?" I ask, meaning it on so many levels. He nods, tears falling freely from the corners of his eyes. I start to move, slow and deep, relishing every silky inch of him that grips and strokes me. I've never felt this perfect synchronization with another person. I'm not making love to him. We are making love. The speed and intensity increase, but the urgency is completely gone. It left with all the doubts and fears. This is right. This is perfect. There is no need to make it anything other than what it already is.
I've held back so long. I can feel my climax burning and beginning to pound. I'm not even worried about Orli coming with me. I know he's there. I can feel it. Our bodies are so in tune that if feels like we share one breath and one heartbeat. I angle myself to press more firmly against his prostate and grip his leaking cock. With several sure strokes, he arches and cries out my name.
I join him. The clenching pulse of his passage wrenches surge after surge out me until I collapse on top of him, unwilling to disengage our bodies. Holding him firmly to me, I roll over, pulling him on top. He lifts his head, but I push it back down onto my chest. "Shhh... just feel for a minute."
Silence reigns while we bask in the connection we've forged. I squeeze him even closer. "Yours," I mumble sleepily. "Love you."
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”You *are* my heart,” Viggo whispers hoarsely, and my own is so full of love for him that I’m afraid it’s going to break for sheer joy. How can one heart contain this much love? It can’t, I realize – it fills both our hearts and overflows from our eyes, our lips, everywhere we touch.
Keeping his eyes locked with mine, Viggo gently eases me backward and kneels over me, lowering himself until our bodies align perfectly. He’s so deep inside me, filling me completely, healing all the empty places I didn’t realize I had. As he rocks against me, slowly and smoothly, our bodies merge until I can no longer tell which parts are me and which are him, ‘til I feel his heart beating inside my chest, feel his soul wrapping itself around mine. I can’t stop the tears that slip from my eyes at the beauty of our lovemaking. All the urgency, the frenzy, is gone, replaced by a depth of emotion so strong it takes my breath away. Gently, so gently, we move as one, and nothing in my life has ever felt so good, so real, so right. I want to stay in this moment forever, to hold Viggo inside me, one with me, the love surrounding us and enveloping us and intensifying until it overwhelms us both. Crying out my name, Viggo surges within me and I clench around him as we reach our peak together, leaving us shaking and trembling with the aftershocks of ecstasy.
Still intimately joined, Viggo rolls us over until I lay nestled against his chest. I try to raise my head to kiss him, but he holds me pressed against him with a tender touch. "Stay... just feel for a minute,” he urges. I relax into him, listening to his slowly steadying heartbeat and the quiet rise and fall of his breathing. A part of me wonders what will happen tomorrow, if the word has spread about our passionate behavior on the trailer steps, if there’s any way we can hide what we feel for each other. I realize I don’t want to hide it, and I’m pretty sure Viggo feels the same way. We need to talk, but right now I push all thoughts from my mind and simply bask in the warmth of this moment.
I can tell from his slowing breaths that Viggo’s close to falling asleep. His arms tighten around me for an instant as he nuzzles his head against the curls of my Mohawk. ”Yours,” he murmurs sleepily, and my heart swells to overflowing. ”Love you…”
”Love you, Viggo,” I whisper in reply. ”Yours... forever.” I pull the sheet over us both and close my eyes, at peace with whatever tomorrow will bring.
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Date: 2005-08-21 05:55 am (UTC)I have no words.. this was just freakin awesome.. please say you have more..
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