Don't Let Go (3/8)

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Title: Don't Let Go
Author: me, invisible_dream
Pairing: 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
A/N2: i can't count. there are actually 3 parts! :P


We wound up back at his apartment...somehow. I was too drunk to really care how. Actually, I think both of us were pretty well gone. His place was bigger than my own, but for some reason, that didn't shock me. I liked keeping things simple. Of course, I was too drunk to notice things properly that night. Poor Orlando was holding me up so I could walk.

"Come on, Viggo. Give me a hand here," he muttered, his amused tone still evident.

"Got two...want both?" I asked suggestively.

"Oh, I knew shots were a bad idea. Come on. Shoes off--FUCK!"

In my ever graceful manner, I managed to trip over a raised portion of the flooring, sending both of us tumbling down. I fell hard, right on my back, knocking the wind out of me. Orlando followed, landing right on top of me. I groaned a bit at the sudden addition of weight and mumbled an apology. Truth was, this was exactly where I wanted to be since we met.

Orlando lifted himself, bracing his hands on the tile floor. I opened my eyes and nearly stopped breathing. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes, no matter how drunk I was. The desire in his eyes burned with the intensity of the sun. Suddenly, his arms were around me, rolling us over so I was on top of him.

"Viggo..."

Just one word. That was all it took for me to capture his soft lips in a dizzying kiss. There was no waiting, no nervous hesitation. He instantly opened his mouth to me, allowing my tongue to delve inside, finally getting a taste of him. Both of us moaned as the intensity of the kiss increased, becoming more passionate, more heated. His leg hooked over my hip as his body rubbed against mine. I could feel just how hard he was; and I knew he could feel how much I wanted him.

"Orlando...I..."

"Please, Viggo..."

Looking back now, perhaps drunken sex wasn't the best way to start off; but at that moment, neither of us cared. He was undoing my jeans; I was pulling off his shirt. We were naked in record time, grabbing and rubbing against one another frantically, right there on the floor. It felt so good to have him against me, to feel exactly what effect I had on him. Every touch, caress, and kiss had him responding.

"God, Orlando! Fuck, I want you," I rasped against his skin.

"Bedroom..." I heard him mutter.

I groaned in response. "Don't wanna move."

He chuckled breathily and gently nudged me off him. "Come on, lover."

He started walking off, and for a moment all I could do was watch, his hips swaying ever so slightly with each step. Fuck, he was beautiful. I came to my senses and followed, lifting him over my shoulder. He squeaked in surprise.

"You crazy artist! Put me down!"

"Takes one to know one," I replied as I found his room, swatting his ass before depositing him on his bed. Orlando let out a small giggle and swiftly pulled me on top of him, immediately claiming my lips again. He moaned wantonly and ground his hips up against mine, our cocks rubbing together. I groaned into the kiss and steadied his hips with my hands. It felt too good to let him continue.

"How ‘bout you tell me where you keep the lube," I suggested, pinning his hands at his sides as I started licking and sucking on the pulse point on his neck.

"Mmm...fuck, drawer...by the bed...oh fuck yes."

"Good boy." I stretched across the bed and fumbled through the drawer in his bedside table, searching for the necessary items. I could feel Orlando moving underneath me, and eventually his tongue flicking across my nipples. I paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of him sucking and biting his way across my chest. "Am I gonna have to tie you up?"

I looked down and him to see him smirk playfully. "Maybe..."

With a triumphant 'ha!' I pulled out the lube and a condom before leaning down to kiss him again. His mouth was like liquid fire. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock, but for now, I needed to be inside him, needed to fuck him.

"Viggo...please..."

"Shh, patience." I slicked two of my fingers with lube and eased them into his waiting hole. He was tight, and I groaned at the thought that I'd soon be fucking him. Slowly, I pushed and pulled my fingers in and out, spreading them to make him ready for me. He appeared to be loving every second of it. Feeling devious, I shifted my position slightly and bent down to take the head of his cock into my mouth. Orlando cried out loudly, his hips bucking upwards, forcing his cock deeper. With my free hand, I rubbed gentle circles along his hip, settling him down as much as I could while I sucked his cock and fucked his ass with my fingers.

"Fuck! Oh yes..." He was panting now. "Mmm...keep that up...I'll c-come..."

I moaned in response and sucked harder. Wasn't that the point, after all? I pushed my fingers inside him as deep as they would go and curled them just a bit, searching for that special bundle of nerves. Orlando's moans were getting louder, and his breathing coming in short, desperate gasps. When I finally brushed against his prostate, he arched off the bed with a loud scream of my name, his orgasm hitting him hard. I smiled to myself and happily swallowed every last drop. Fuck did he taste good.

"Enjoy that?" I asked, gently sliding my fingers out.

"Uh huh," he breathed in response. He grabbed me and forcibly pulled me down for a hungry kiss, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. I nearly came right there. I’d never been with a man who enjoyed kissing immediately after I sucked him off.

"Fuck me," he whispered, reaching between us to stroke my now painfully hard cock.

I grabbed his hand and pinned it above his head. "Keep that up and I won't have a chance."

Orlando smirked playfully and pushed his hips upward. I could feel that his cock was getting hard again.

This was going to be a long night.