vigorli

Title: Completion
Author: Hallie Kat
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando eats lunch. Sequel to ‘Breakfast’
Disclaimer: “It's not a lie. It's a gift for fiction.”
Dedication: For honey_babes – she made me do it.
Random sentence for today: Microsoft could paste disk scan on color widget port supply.

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When Orlando woke up, his face was smushed against the soft couch cushion. Lifting his head, he rubbed absently at the small wet patch on the sofa fabric as he looked around the room for his missing lover. “Viggo?”

“In here!” a voice called back from the kitchen.

Orli pouted. “What are you doing all the way in there?”

Viggo’s disembodied head poked around the door frame, smiling at the golden flesh still sprawled across the sofa. “Someone was hungry earlier, if you’ll recall, and since the kitchen is where we keep the refrigerator, and ergo, the food, I thought I’d make you something.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Orlando’s mouth, pulling at his lips and erasing the pout. “Ah, let me guess. Second breakfast?”

Viggo snorted and looked at the clock on the wall. “More like lunch. Come on, I made your favorite.”

“Mmmmm, quesadillas!” Orli eagerly bounced off the couch, uncaring of his nudity but aware of and pleased with the admiring gaze that caressed him warmly. Crossing the room, he stopped in front of Viggo, feeling a twinge of disappointment at the sweat pants his lover had donned. With one finger under Vig’s chin, he lifted his lover’s gaze. Smiling fondly, he said, “Later, love, I really am hungry.” Then he pressed a soft kiss and a teasing lick to Viggo’s lips, evading the hands that tried to pull him back.

As he sat down at the kitchen table, still naked, he inhaled the warm spicy scent of cheese and spices. “Mmmmmmm,” he moaned in delight as his stomach rumbled in agreement. As he stuffed the first bit into his mouth, he closed his eyes in bliss, moaning again in approval. There was a soft thud as Viggo sat down heavily across from him. Viggo’s voice sounded hoarse as he asked, “Good?”

Orli opened his eyes slightly, swallowing and then letting his tongue dance across his lips. He smirked as he replied, “Orgasmic.” Slowly, he slipped the next bite in, letting his lips wrap around the tines of the fork, smiling as Viggo’s eyes darkened, watching his movements hungrily.

Halfway through his meal, Orlando was still moaning and putting on a display for his lover, when suddenly Viggo shoved back his chair violently and practically ran from the room.

Smiling his satisfaction, he quickly devoured the remainder of his quesadilla, planning to find his lover and help relieve his tension. Setting his dish aside, he had just stood to leave when he heard the quiet shush of bare feet on linoleum behind him. Before he could turn, a hand caressed the back of his neck gently before firmly pushing him forward so he was bent across the table, his hands reaching up to grasp the opposite edge.

He heard his chair being pushed aside and opened his mouth to speak only to have the words catch in his throat when two slick fingers penetrated him, quickly stretching and teasing him. He gasped, pushing back against the twisting digits eagerly and enjoying the feel of his hardened flesh sliding against the table top.

Too quickly, the fingers were withdrawn but before he could protest, Viggo lined up his cock and slid inside, penetrating deeply while still holding Orli down with a hand on the back of his neck. Gripping a hip in his other hand, Viggo withdrew then thrust in sharply, falling into a slow, steady pace that was matched by their pants and groans.

Continuing his relentless thrusts, every sharp stab stimulating Orlando’s prostate mercilessly, Viggo leaned forward and used his tongue to paint a wet trail along Orlando’s spine. When his head was alongside Orlando’s, he nipped at the ear peeking out from the dark curls, then picked up his pace. When he could tell Orlando was close, he nuzzled the side of his head and started whispering in his ear. “Fucking tease. This is what you wanted wasn’t? Wanted me to throw you down and take you, fuck you senseless. You were practically begging for it, weren’t you? Weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Orlando sobbed, pushing back into the thrusts and breathing harshly. “Oh, God, yes, fuck me.”

Just when Orlando was about to tip over the edge, Viggo thrust deep and stopped. “I should punish you for teasing me like that. Leave you like this, whimpering and needy.”

Keening in frustration, Orlando tried to move against him but was held in place by Viggo and the kitchen table. “No, please, don’t leave me like this. I’m sorry for teasing you, please, just fucking move, I’m so close, Viggo, oh, fuck, man, I need you, I need to come, please fuck me-”

Orli’s pleading was cut off, when Viggo pulled back and then wrapped a hand around Orlando’s throbbing flesh, twisting once as he slammed back in and sending Orlando spinning over the edge, hoarse cries spilling from his parted lips. As Orlando’s flesh tightened and pulsed around him, Viggo let himself go, finding his own release.

When Viggo came to his senses a few minutes later, he stood up only long enough to stagger and drop into the nearby kitchen chair, his legs too weak to hold him. Orlando also stood and eyed the mess smearing the table and his stomach with disgust, using a napkin to wipe himself off and then sitting in Viggo’s lap.

“You realize, of course, that we have to get a new kitchen table now.” Orlando let his head rest on Viggo’s shoulder as the older man wrapped his arms around him.

“Why? The table will clean up fine and besides, it’s nothing neither one of us hasn’t eaten before.” Viggo pressed a tired kiss to the soft curls.

Orlando yawned. “True, mate, but would you really want any of our friends eating off of it now?”

Viggo blinked. “Good point.”

~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~