vigorli

Title: Breakfast

Author: HallieKat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Sequel to Comfortable – What happens when Viggo catches Orli?
A/N: This wasn’t my fault. I blame it all on viggosterri who wanted to know what happened when Viggo caught Orlando, honey_babes and the dreaded puppy eyes, tiary for asking for it – and then waiting with popcorn no less, vampirebitch for begging on bended knee for more, and blinddreamer for siding with the others. Also dedicated to everyone else who enjoyed the first two. I hope this isn’t a disappointment.
Random sentence for today – “Some want inferior keyboard; click save, his great document returned.”

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Orlando moaned softly, his mouth full. The sounds of appreciation that he was making were muffled but still evidence that he was greatly enjoying his breakfast. Viggo looked down at him, smirking at the sight of Orli’s lips wrapped tightly around the base of his engorged shaft. “See? Isn’t this better than an omelet?”

Rolling his eyes, Orlando pulled back to the head of Viggo’s cock, swirling his tounge around the tip and against the leaking slit before engulfing it again in the wet heat of his mouth. Observing that all thought of talking had been erased from Viggo’s mind, Orlando hummed in satisfaction and renewed his efforts, sucking deeply and flexing his throat, swallowing the fluid that leaked out into his mouth.

After leaving the bedroom, Viggo had chased Orlando through most of the house. The chase had finally ended in the living room, where Orlando alleged that he lost his footing and slipped, conveniently landing on the couch. Viggo had only raised an eyebrow in doubt, deciding not to point out that the couch was in the corner of the room and not near any doors. Now, Orli was pinned on his back, happily devouring Viggo’s cock as the older man straddled his shoulders.

Deciding that Viggo was sufficiently distracted, he slipped one hand free and brought it up to slide softly into the cleft of Viggo’s rear, searching then finding the still lubed and stretched opening. Sliding one finger inside, he curled it. When Viggo suddenly grunted, his hips thrusting forward then back involuntarily, Orlando grinned as much as he could with his mouth stretched.

With Orli’s moth and tongue teasing his swollen flesh and his finger deliberately stroking his prostate, Viggo could only gasp and moan, his fingers clenched in his lover’s dark curls bobbing between his thighs. Looking down, Viggo barely managed not to come at the sight of Orli’s eyes looking back, nearly black with passion.

Correctly reading the message Orlando was silently giving him, Viggo let himself go, thrusting his pulsing erection forward, then driving back against Orli’s finger. Quickly establishing a rhythm, Viggo reached back and wrapped his own hand around Orlando’s throbbing flesh. The sounds of Viggo’s pants and moans and Orli’s slurps filled the air.

Entranced by sight of his lover writhing wildly on top of him and the sounds of his pleasure, Orlando wasn’t surprised when Viggo stiffened, hips pulsing jerkily. Moaning in delight, he swallowed the warm, salty fluid as it flowed over his tongue. With the large hand still pulling and twisting at his own sensitive shaft, he wasn’t far behind.

Viggo withdrew gently and grabbed a tissue to wipe up Orli’s abs and his own back, then stretched out beside him. Orlando’s eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed and lips still parted as his breathing slowly evened out. Viggo pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and covered them both before resting his head on Orlando’s shoulder, pressing his nose against the other man’s neck. Pressing a soft kiss there, he closed his eyes.
~~~~~The End~~~~~