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author: stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 10
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a/n 3: as promised: pr0n!

Holy moly, Viggo was an amazing kisser.

Sometimes he moved his lips over Orlando’s just a little bit, just enough so their mouths caught at each other and created this warm aching friction that sizzled down Orlando’s spine.

Sometimes Viggo’s tongue would lightly caress Orlando’s top lip, sort of trace the bow of it, almost like he was memorizing its curves, making Orlando shudder.

Sometimes he would kiss Orlando harder, reaching into Orlando’s mouth to dance with his tongue, and Orlando would start to feel himself drawn right out of his body, little frissons of energy dragging up from the soles of his feet all the way to his mouth, to wherever else Viggo touched him.

Orlando didn’t know when he’d taken his last gulp of oxygen, and didn’t care. He didn’t even seem to need oxygen any more. Yeah, like that freaky fish he saw on the National Geographic channel that one time, that weird mud carp thingy that could breathe both in the water and out of it. It would just be swimming around all day, all I’m a fish, I’m a fish, I’m a fish, I’m a fish, and then suddenly it would decide to go for a stroll. Totally bizarre.

Stiiiiiill hadn’t stopped kissing Viggo to take a breath. And no real plan to. Nope, just keeeeeep kissing Viggo. Mmmmm.

Yep, Orlando the Hypnotized Bunny was giving over to Orlando the Air-and-Saliva-Breathing Amphibian. His oxygen-deprived brain flashed him a sudden image of a six-foot walking fish-type-thing in a Best Buys ‘R Us shirt, flapping its fins as it explained to a customer how the Memory Stick Pro-HG offered a theoretical speed increase to 480 Mbps.

They’d made it to Orlando’s bedroom when Viggo finally lurched back and gasped in a breath. With Viggo’s lips detached from his now, Orlando figured okay, he’d better breathe too.

“I need to get something,” Viggo panted. He gently dug himself out of Orlando’s grasp and left the room. Orlando dizzily sat down on his bed. Like the rest of his house, the bedroom was simple but immaculate. The blue and orange plaid bedspread snugged the twin bed in tight hospital corners.

Wow. He was going to… he was about to….

Wow.

He was nervous… but weirdly, not as nervous as he thought he would be. Maybe kissing Viggo was like some kind of drug. Maybe it was like the laughing gas the dentist had used when he had his wisdom teeth pulled. He knew this was a big deal, definitely something to be nervous about. But here he was, a mix of just a little nervous and a little excited.

A lot excited, his cock reminded him.

Um. Yeah.

Viggo the Anesthetizing Kissing Dentist. Hm.

Orlando heard the front door close and moments later, Viggo returned to the bedroom with a small duffel bag.

“You brought… a bag?” Orlando asked unnecessarily.

“Well, it’s hard to carry all my heavy equipment around without one,” Viggo grinned.

Orlando’s eyes bugged out.

“Kidding, Orlando,” Viggo soothed. He sat down on the little bed next to Orlando.

“It’s just a change of clothes, and… I just thought - - … well, I hoped, that you might invite me to stay over,” Viggo said. He was blushing just a little bit.

Orlando smiled and wrapped his arms around his new boyfriend and squeezed. Gosh, Viggo was cute!

Viggo smiled, too. He stood and unzipped the bag, turning to Orlando’s dresser. Orlando sat there on the bed while Viggo’s back was to him, not sure what to do, or if he should be doing anything.

Oh…. Viggo had brought several white candles and set them along the dresser top. He struck a match and lit them, one by one.

Wow.

Orlando beamed.

Viggo came back to the bed and knelt on the floor in front of Orlando. “Hi, you,” he smiled quietly, and brought their lips together again. It was a soft and sweet kiss. Somewhere in his brain, Orlando wished his mom could scrapbook it for him.

“What do you want, Orlando?” Viggo watched him.

Orlando didn’t understand.

“I need to know what you’d be more comfortable with,” Viggo said gently. “Would you rather pitch... or catch?”

Orlando didn’t understand.

Viggo leaned close and pressed a kiss into the soft give above Orlando’s collarbone. He eased his lips in taunting circles, working his way up Orlando’s throat, then rumbled low in his ear. “Would you rather do me, or would you rather I did you?”

Orlando’s breath caught. His knees shimmied of their own accord up the outside of Viggo’s legs; swirls of color flooded his brain.

“Oh - - … that… second one - - … sounds… nice,” he breathed. His cock surged forward and he gave in to a growing need to thread his fingers through Viggo’s soft hair. “Uh - -… please?” Orlando gasped, reels of sensation spooling through him.

“Okay, baby,” Viggo whispered.

Orlando shivered.

Viggo stood and took Orlando’s hands, pulling him up to stand in front of him. He gently removed Orlando’s glasses and set them safely on the nightstand.

With another kiss to Orlando’s mouth, Viggo moved his hands under Orlando’s sweater, sliding them up along his rib cage. His long fingers skated over satin skin, easing the sweater up and off, removing the rest of his clothes, until Orlando was naked in front of him.

Orlando’s worries, his shyness, all the insecurities he’d thought he’d feel – all of that was becoming just a blur, a backdrop; everything was now about Viggo’s face, Viggo’s hands, Viggo’s voice, and the sea of sensation inside him.

Viggo stepped back, tipped his head, looked at Orlando’s body. He moved in a slow circle around him, one anchoring hand at Orlando’s shoulder, sliding around his back, to the other shoulder, gazing at every bare inch of his new lover until he again stood before him.

Orlando shuddered under the intensity in Viggo’s eyes. His chest rose and fell with quick, uneven breaths.

“You’re beautiful,” Viggo told him, very seriously.

“Oh,” Orlando breathed, but no sound came out.

Orlando was trembling; not cold, but shivering still. Viggo shed his own clothes and stood naked with him. He set his hands lightly at Orlando’s waist and leaned in and kissed Orlando’s mouth again, teased his lips until Orlando’s arms wound their way around Viggo and held on tight.

Viggo gentled the two of them down, onto the bed, snuggling close, and buried his face into the warmth where Orlando’s neck and shoulder met. Orlando moved his hands over Viggo’s skin, learning its texture, faintly registering their location when Viggo made a little moaning sound at his touch.

Everything about Viggo felt warm, and good – his breath on Orlando’s neck, his caressing hands on Orlando’s body, the hardness of his cock as it pressed against Orlando’s hip – and Orlando just wanted… he wanted… more.

He nudged Viggo up to look into his face, his dark eyes huge and needy.

Viggo nodded. His hand slid south – oh god, no, too much, Orlando panicked cloudily – but wisely bypassed the rigid cock to caress his thighs in gentling presses. Orlando’s knees instinctively spread to welcome him, and Viggo accepted the invitation. He stroked around the warmth of Orlando’s core, over and over, gently and then more firmly, until Orlando’s hips were rocking up to meet him and his stuttered gasps filled Viggo’s ears.

Orlando stifled a moan of disappointment when Viggo’s hand left him, and Viggo kissed him, sympathetic and encouraging.

Orlando’s eyes flew open a moment later when he felt Viggo’s slick finger nudging at his entrance.

“Oh,” he said, surprised, yet not.

He felt an odd, tight slide in - not pain, not good – just - - ahh…. His fingers pressed harder into Viggo’s shoulders.

“Breathe,” Viggo crooned, and Orlando could feel him rubbing his forehead back and forth against Orlando’s cheek. Viggo was right there; he wasn’t doing this alone.

God.

It wasn’t comfortable, this tightness, this stretch, but he let himself really feel it. He remembered past hurts, remembered that sometimes the anticipation of pain was worse than the hurt itself.

He let his body relax, told himself again to trust Viggo, knew it before he even thought it.

And then Viggo was urging him to roll to his side, his back to Viggo, and Orlando knew it was time, but….

“Please, no - - … could we… oh - - …” he begged, his voice hoarse, his breath fast.

“What, baby?” Viggo whispered, and stroked Orlando’s face as he watched him closely.

“Want to - - please, I need… can I see you?”

“It can be less comfortable for you, that way,” Viggo’s voice was like a lullaby. “I want to make it so good for you.”

“Don’t care,” Orlando reached for him. “Please, Viggo, please - - let me….”

Viggo closed his eyes for a moment. “Alright,” Viggo soothed him. “Alright. We’ll go slow.”

He lifted Orlando’s hand and pressed it hard to his own face, before turning his head to kiss Orlando’s trembling palm.

Wow. Viggo was - -

Just wow.

Then Viggo moved over him, breathing deeply, and his cock was right there, moving forward, pressing into Orlando.

It hurt, a sharp sting. But Viggo went slowly, so slowly, and whispered to him, telling him it would hurt now, but it would get better fast, it would get so much better. And telling him he felt amazing, so warm and smooth inside, and that he was beautiful.

Orlando’s eyes were squeezed shut, but he heard every word, clung to Viggo’s voice like he was clinging to Viggo’s arms. Viggo was right there with him. He wasn’t alone.

And then Viggo stopped moving, and Orlando could feel the warmth of Viggo’s body right up against his own. Oh god.

He was in now, Viggo was saying, all the way in, and now it would just get better. And Orlando breathed, and waited, and held onto Viggo.

And it did get better. He felt the tightness ease, until it was just a fullness, an indescribable, incomparable fullness.

Oh god. Viggo was inside him.

And Orlando wanted more.

He opened his eyes, and there was Viggo’s beautiful blue gaze. Viggo was right there with him.

He pushed his hips up, and felt a little surge of pleasure from it. And Viggo gasped.

Oh. That was - - ....

He did it again, his eyes locked with Viggo’s, and felt that surge again. And his breath came faster.

Viggo was breathing through his mouth, gasping when Orlando moved to him, and he pulled out, slowly, so slowly, and groaned.

He pushed in again, not hard, but all the way in, and Orlando’s vision went bright around the edges.

And then Viggo was moving, moving inside him, and he felt it all, he felt everything, and it was - - … it was incredible.

Viggo was over him, around him, inside him. They were one.

Orlando’s body knew it, moved with Viggo’s like they’d always been, always would be. He felt so full, so connected, that his orgasm, when it came, was almost beside the point.

Viggo stiffened over him, shuddered hard, a guttural sound escaped his throat, and Orlando felt warmth inside him.

They lay there, panting, shivering, calming, and Viggo was right there with him.

God.

Orlando felt invincible.

He felt happy.

He felt… really… slee - -

ETA: continued here