Don't Let Go (1/7)
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vigorliTitle: Don't Let Go
Author: me,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
invisible_dream
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC17
Summary: how it all began...
Beta: the fabulouswillowwing *loves*
Disclaimer: not true; all fake; i'm a perv
A/N: thanks to this anime porn i watched for the idea; some of you might recognize it
The two bodies move together in a sinuous rhythm. Thrusting, grasping, claiming. It is what they both need. It's been far too long. Limbs are tangled with one another as mouths kiss, lick, and mark anything they connect with. And throughout the tiny room, each man's sounds of pleasure echo into infinity.
~*~*~
I lay there with my beautiful lover held tightly in my arms, our breaths shallow and quick. He's so incredibly beautiful, both outside and in. I'm not sure how an old man like me ever deserved someone as amazing as him.
"You skipped your meeting, didn't you?" he asks.
"Yes...I had to. I've been so busy this week trying to get the new gallery open that we've barely spoken. You've been selling your loft. I think I've only seen you once in the last two weeks," I reason. "I needed you, Orli."
He chuckles and places a kiss to my chest before slipping out of my embrace and standing, stretching his lithe body like a tired cat. I can't help but admire all the sculpted beauty?. "You're a crazy man, Viggo."
"Yeah…but you love me," I reply, still attentively watching his muscles flex.
He smiles and reaches out for me. "Come on. Let's get a shower."
I really could get lost in his smile. I never tire of seeing it, no matter how often it may appear. His whole body lights up with this...radiant glow when he's blissfully happy. This is one of those moments, and it's the most alluring sight on the planet.
"You coming?" he asks, giggling.
"Oh yeah."
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Viggo Mortensen. I'm 47, and a bit of an artist. Mostly paintings and photography, although occasionally I will write something if inspiration strikes. So far, I've been pretty lucky with it. As you may have guessed, I'm in the process of opening a new gallery that will not only house my work, but also the work of many others. I figure I owe something to the community for being so good to me all these years; and it'll be nice to see some of the local artists get their stuff promoted.
That's how I met Orlando. We've been together for a little over three months now. Just recently, we both committed to getting a place of our own and moving in together. However, there was a time I wasn't sure we'd even make it to three weeks...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: no, not all of the chapters are this short :P
Author: me,
invisible_dreamPairing: V/O
Rating: NC17
Summary: how it all began...
Beta: the fabulous
willowwing *loves*Disclaimer: not true; all fake; i'm a perv
A/N: thanks to this anime porn i watched for the idea; some of you might recognize it
The two bodies move together in a sinuous rhythm. Thrusting, grasping, claiming. It is what they both need. It's been far too long. Limbs are tangled with one another as mouths kiss, lick, and mark anything they connect with. And throughout the tiny room, each man's sounds of pleasure echo into infinity.
~*~*~
I lay there with my beautiful lover held tightly in my arms, our breaths shallow and quick. He's so incredibly beautiful, both outside and in. I'm not sure how an old man like me ever deserved someone as amazing as him.
"You skipped your meeting, didn't you?" he asks.
"Yes...I had to. I've been so busy this week trying to get the new gallery open that we've barely spoken. You've been selling your loft. I think I've only seen you once in the last two weeks," I reason. "I needed you, Orli."
He chuckles and places a kiss to my chest before slipping out of my embrace and standing, stretching his lithe body like a tired cat. I can't help but admire all the sculpted beauty?. "You're a crazy man, Viggo."
"Yeah…but you love me," I reply, still attentively watching his muscles flex.
He smiles and reaches out for me. "Come on. Let's get a shower."
I really could get lost in his smile. I never tire of seeing it, no matter how often it may appear. His whole body lights up with this...radiant glow when he's blissfully happy. This is one of those moments, and it's the most alluring sight on the planet.
"You coming?" he asks, giggling.
"Oh yeah."
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Viggo Mortensen. I'm 47, and a bit of an artist. Mostly paintings and photography, although occasionally I will write something if inspiration strikes. So far, I've been pretty lucky with it. As you may have guessed, I'm in the process of opening a new gallery that will not only house my work, but also the work of many others. I figure I owe something to the community for being so good to me all these years; and it'll be nice to see some of the local artists get their stuff promoted.
That's how I met Orlando. We've been together for a little over three months now. Just recently, we both committed to getting a place of our own and moving in together. However, there was a time I wasn't sure we'd even make it to three weeks...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: no, not all of the chapters are this short :P
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Date: 2006-08-20 12:55 am (UTC)Lovely start!
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Date: 2006-08-20 03:41 am (UTC)glad you like!