Part 2/2 of Stolen Moments
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vigorliTitle: Stolen Moments (sequel to Stolen Glances)
Author: Sophia (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: You wanted a happy ending? You got one! So much schmoopy smut it makes you taste sugar in your mouth!
A/N: Change in POV’s signified by stars ****(start with OB)
Beta: The fabulousrazzleslash! (Thank-you especially on this)
It’s more than you can take, you just want to consume him. You decide to clearly convey this feeling by grinding your hips pointedly down against the hardness which is still separated from your own by a thin veil of cotton.
The friction against the material is wonderful. He moans and arches against you, his head tilting to expose his delectable neck.
How long you’ve wanted to feel his pulse pounding against your lips. You swoop down over him and latch your mouth against his throbbing jugular, sucking licking, nibbling, kissing until he’s writhing beneath you, gasping and moaning.
Your hands run over every inch of skin available to you, admiring the smooth, lean, muscular body.
The reflection of light as his skin starts to sheen from a film of sweat.
The sharp intake of breath as your mouth travels down to lavish exquisite attention to the twin nubs of brown flesh which immediately tighten.
The thrashing of his head, eyelids heavy, pupils dilated, mouth half open.
They’re all combining to play a symphony for your senses.
“Please…God please Vig, get these bloody boxers off, I need you to touch me.”
They’re the most heaven sent words you’ve heard in a long while and you are eager to comply, needing to feel him as much as he needs your touch.
You drag the garment slowly from his hips and pull them free of his legs. It is now you notice and fully appreciate for the first time the sun tattoo which rests below his belly button.
A simple word comes to your mind, fate. You look down at your own crescent moon nearly identically placed on the opposite side of your belly button and it seems he follows your train of thought.
“Amazing, isn’t it? You and me, it’s like someone up there decided we’d find each other but just in case we didn’t they left signs.”
Orlando trails off and you smile as you recognise he’s slightly embarrassed.
“Took me long enough anyway, I never realised.” You say it quietly.
He looks up and grins at you like you’ve said something immensely funny.
“Seems like we were the only two who didn’t have a clue!”
* * * *
Viggo cocks his head endearingly in question but right now you need to do other things apart from talk or Sean might arrive a little too early.
So instead of answering, you smile mischievously and proceed to drag your fingertips slowly across your hip bones and curl your fist luxuriously around your hard shaft, licking your lips as you notice the hungry lusting look that sweeps onto Viggo’s face and the hands that come to rest either side of your now tilting hips.
You swirl your thumb expertly over the tip of your manhood bringing the pre-cum down in glistening paths over the swollen flesh. The split second your eyes flicker shut, Viggo makes his move above you to dip down and take the head of your engorged erection into his mouth.
Your hand flies desperately to the floor to find something to cling to, as your hips buck involuntarily to get deeper into the perfect wet heat which is teasingly tasting you. You groan deliriously, your fantasies suddenly being played out for real.
“Vig…I need…I need…ah!”
Your begging is cut off as Viggo’s hands come out to help his delightfully talented mouth.
One long artistic finger brushes your perineum and suddenly pushes down causing you to buck deeper into his mouth, the tip of your cock pressing into the back of his throat.
Meanwhile, the other hand is teasing you beyond oblivion by caressing and tickling your inner thighs, slowly working its way up until it’s fondling your sensitive sacs.
“God Vig, I can’t…oh god…please.”
Your incoherent babbling is driving Viggo to distraction and very quickly you find your mouth being ravaged in a brutal and passionate kiss full of unspoken promises.
His sexy, gravely drawl is soon torturing your ears and the added rasp of lust is nearly enough to make you come.
“You’re gonna have to stop moaning like that or I’ll end up fucking you so hard you can’t walk.”
As if to emphasise this point, he grinds your cocks together and you are pinned at the hips, being rocked into the floor.
“I want you to fuck me like that, so don’t make promises if you can’t keep them, old man.”
“You think I won’t be able to make you scream until it hurts? That I won’t be able to make you come so hard you’ll see stars and think you’ve gone to heaven? I intend to imprint the memory of my cock completely filling you again and again so clearly into your brain you’ll get a raging hard-on just from looking at me.”
“I already get that…oh God Vig…please, I need you in me.”
* * * *
The words succeed in pushing you over the edge of patience. He wants it hard, he’ll get it as hard as it gets. There’d be a time for romance later, you promise yourself this.
“Have you got…?”
You are cut off with the answer instructing you to check in his jean back-pocket.
Ripping the packet of lube you squirt the cool gel onto your fingertips and coat them thoroughly whilst Orlando looks on with dark eyes, mouth slightly open.
How you’d love to sink your cock into his waiting mouth, seeing those cheeks hollow and that pink tongue flicking up your pre-cum. You groan from the thought but set to preparing the entrance you’re sinking your shaft into this time around.
Orlando’s legs splay wider and you hitch one leg over your shoulder, marvelling at the suppleness of his body whilst your slick fingers find their goal.
You push gently against the barrier, soothingly stroking the fluttering muscles of his stomach.
But then with less mercy you thrust your finger forward to breach his tight body.
“Man, Orli, you’re so hot and fucking tight. You feel so good.”
All he manages is to toss his head to the side and back, furiously pushing against the digit you’ve stilled within him.
“So needy.” You begin jabbing, twisting your finger with each word. “ I can just tell I won’t get enough of fucking you.”
You add another finger, scissoring and curling, driving him insane beneath you.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Orli. Beg for me. Beg and I’ll hit that spot for you. Go on.”
“Please…please oh lord Viggo…fucking hell yeah…please!”
That’s all the encouragement you need to tilt your fingers forwards and brush his prostate sharply and then again slowly, sending him soaring into white light and shouting.
“Just fuck me! Oh fuck, need to feel you. Put it in me, need you so bad Vig, so bad!”
Quickly you strip the condom of its wrapper, pulling your fingers free to roll it on and cover yourself in the lube left at your side.
You hook his other leg over your shoulder and look into his eyes.
“Sure you’re ready?”
“Bloody hell yes, just fuck me, Vig!”
With that you guide yourself against the prepared pink hole and with a sharp and powerful movement thrust yourself within the velvet haven.
“Oh shit, Orlando!”
* * * *
Viggo cries out and stills himself inside you and for a moment you are entranced by his masculine beauty as he throws his head back, before you realise your urgency.
You literally whimper and try to get some leverage so you can thrust onto him, but before you can even try powerful hips begin pistoning into you and all you can do is moan.
“Jesus fuck, Orli, you’re so damn tight.”
“Oh God! So good! Vig! Fuck!”
You cry out in a very wanton manner as his shaft rubs repeatedly against your prostate. You’re sure you could just come from that but Viggo has other ideas.
One hand moves to just above your right shoulder for further support and suddenly you are aware of just how very big Viggo’s hands are, as one wraps around your throbbing cock and starts pumping up and down in a pace to match the hard, fast thrusts into your body.
Your senses are blurring and you’re sure you can almost taste the pleasure you’re feeling, you’re sure as hell letting Viggo hear it.
Tears leak from the corners of your eyes as your whole body strains on the edge of release.
“Oh shit harder, Vig, oh fuck, oh shit!”
“You. Feel. So. God. Damn. Good.”
A thrust with every word.
“Ah Viggo! Coming! Now! Aaaah!”
And in a blaze of stars you explode, orgasm ripping through you like a hurricane, screaming and keening. His name is on your lips.
* * * *
You feel the heat around you convulse and suddenly grip you with all its strength. You hear the sound of your name being worshipped over and again. You see your rock hard flesh ramming into his body and you gasp. You touch heaven as you release into your lover, pulsing over and over, blood pounding, heart racing.
“Orlando, I love you!”
And as the legs fall from your shoulders, exhausted you lean down and taste the lips of the gorgeous, exquisite, intelligent man to whom you just proclaimed your love.
Oh My.
And then the sound of footsteps.
Eyes fly open and there’s no time for words.
Sweating and rushing for clothes and desperately slamming a door behind you to hide from a friend.
Sean has no clue, just sees a little plaster lying on the floor.
You breath out and look up from your study of the door handle, turning your gaze towards a beautiful sight. Big brown eyes twinkle and bright white teeth gleam.
“You know what old man?”
“What?” A smile tugging the corner of your mouth.
“I love you too.”
Lips fasten over yours and heaven forefend this should ever be taken from you.
“Hey, filthy ranger, you look a bit sweaty.”
“So do you, prissy elf.”
The sound of water pummelling down next door.
“You might need another shower.” A wink, a grin and he turns, bashing his ankle on the doorframe.
“And you might need another plaster!"
Author: Sophia (
sapphiellie)Rating: NC-17
Summary: You wanted a happy ending? You got one! So much schmoopy smut it makes you taste sugar in your mouth!
A/N: Change in POV’s signified by stars ****(start with OB)
Beta: The fabulous
razzleslash! (Thank-you especially on this)It’s more than you can take, you just want to consume him. You decide to clearly convey this feeling by grinding your hips pointedly down against the hardness which is still separated from your own by a thin veil of cotton.
The friction against the material is wonderful. He moans and arches against you, his head tilting to expose his delectable neck.
How long you’ve wanted to feel his pulse pounding against your lips. You swoop down over him and latch your mouth against his throbbing jugular, sucking licking, nibbling, kissing until he’s writhing beneath you, gasping and moaning.
Your hands run over every inch of skin available to you, admiring the smooth, lean, muscular body.
The reflection of light as his skin starts to sheen from a film of sweat.
The sharp intake of breath as your mouth travels down to lavish exquisite attention to the twin nubs of brown flesh which immediately tighten.
The thrashing of his head, eyelids heavy, pupils dilated, mouth half open.
They’re all combining to play a symphony for your senses.
“Please…God please Vig, get these bloody boxers off, I need you to touch me.”
They’re the most heaven sent words you’ve heard in a long while and you are eager to comply, needing to feel him as much as he needs your touch.
You drag the garment slowly from his hips and pull them free of his legs. It is now you notice and fully appreciate for the first time the sun tattoo which rests below his belly button.
A simple word comes to your mind, fate. You look down at your own crescent moon nearly identically placed on the opposite side of your belly button and it seems he follows your train of thought.
“Amazing, isn’t it? You and me, it’s like someone up there decided we’d find each other but just in case we didn’t they left signs.”
Orlando trails off and you smile as you recognise he’s slightly embarrassed.
“Took me long enough anyway, I never realised.” You say it quietly.
He looks up and grins at you like you’ve said something immensely funny.
“Seems like we were the only two who didn’t have a clue!”
* * * *
Viggo cocks his head endearingly in question but right now you need to do other things apart from talk or Sean might arrive a little too early.
So instead of answering, you smile mischievously and proceed to drag your fingertips slowly across your hip bones and curl your fist luxuriously around your hard shaft, licking your lips as you notice the hungry lusting look that sweeps onto Viggo’s face and the hands that come to rest either side of your now tilting hips.
You swirl your thumb expertly over the tip of your manhood bringing the pre-cum down in glistening paths over the swollen flesh. The split second your eyes flicker shut, Viggo makes his move above you to dip down and take the head of your engorged erection into his mouth.
Your hand flies desperately to the floor to find something to cling to, as your hips buck involuntarily to get deeper into the perfect wet heat which is teasingly tasting you. You groan deliriously, your fantasies suddenly being played out for real.
“Vig…I need…I need…ah!”
Your begging is cut off as Viggo’s hands come out to help his delightfully talented mouth.
One long artistic finger brushes your perineum and suddenly pushes down causing you to buck deeper into his mouth, the tip of your cock pressing into the back of his throat.
Meanwhile, the other hand is teasing you beyond oblivion by caressing and tickling your inner thighs, slowly working its way up until it’s fondling your sensitive sacs.
“God Vig, I can’t…oh god…please.”
Your incoherent babbling is driving Viggo to distraction and very quickly you find your mouth being ravaged in a brutal and passionate kiss full of unspoken promises.
His sexy, gravely drawl is soon torturing your ears and the added rasp of lust is nearly enough to make you come.
“You’re gonna have to stop moaning like that or I’ll end up fucking you so hard you can’t walk.”
As if to emphasise this point, he grinds your cocks together and you are pinned at the hips, being rocked into the floor.
“I want you to fuck me like that, so don’t make promises if you can’t keep them, old man.”
“You think I won’t be able to make you scream until it hurts? That I won’t be able to make you come so hard you’ll see stars and think you’ve gone to heaven? I intend to imprint the memory of my cock completely filling you again and again so clearly into your brain you’ll get a raging hard-on just from looking at me.”
“I already get that…oh God Vig…please, I need you in me.”
* * * *
The words succeed in pushing you over the edge of patience. He wants it hard, he’ll get it as hard as it gets. There’d be a time for romance later, you promise yourself this.
“Have you got…?”
You are cut off with the answer instructing you to check in his jean back-pocket.
Ripping the packet of lube you squirt the cool gel onto your fingertips and coat them thoroughly whilst Orlando looks on with dark eyes, mouth slightly open.
How you’d love to sink your cock into his waiting mouth, seeing those cheeks hollow and that pink tongue flicking up your pre-cum. You groan from the thought but set to preparing the entrance you’re sinking your shaft into this time around.
Orlando’s legs splay wider and you hitch one leg over your shoulder, marvelling at the suppleness of his body whilst your slick fingers find their goal.
You push gently against the barrier, soothingly stroking the fluttering muscles of his stomach.
But then with less mercy you thrust your finger forward to breach his tight body.
“Man, Orli, you’re so hot and fucking tight. You feel so good.”
All he manages is to toss his head to the side and back, furiously pushing against the digit you’ve stilled within him.
“So needy.” You begin jabbing, twisting your finger with each word. “ I can just tell I won’t get enough of fucking you.”
You add another finger, scissoring and curling, driving him insane beneath you.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Orli. Beg for me. Beg and I’ll hit that spot for you. Go on.”
“Please…please oh lord Viggo…fucking hell yeah…please!”
That’s all the encouragement you need to tilt your fingers forwards and brush his prostate sharply and then again slowly, sending him soaring into white light and shouting.
“Just fuck me! Oh fuck, need to feel you. Put it in me, need you so bad Vig, so bad!”
Quickly you strip the condom of its wrapper, pulling your fingers free to roll it on and cover yourself in the lube left at your side.
You hook his other leg over your shoulder and look into his eyes.
“Sure you’re ready?”
“Bloody hell yes, just fuck me, Vig!”
With that you guide yourself against the prepared pink hole and with a sharp and powerful movement thrust yourself within the velvet haven.
“Oh shit, Orlando!”
* * * *
Viggo cries out and stills himself inside you and for a moment you are entranced by his masculine beauty as he throws his head back, before you realise your urgency.
You literally whimper and try to get some leverage so you can thrust onto him, but before you can even try powerful hips begin pistoning into you and all you can do is moan.
“Jesus fuck, Orli, you’re so damn tight.”
“Oh God! So good! Vig! Fuck!”
You cry out in a very wanton manner as his shaft rubs repeatedly against your prostate. You’re sure you could just come from that but Viggo has other ideas.
One hand moves to just above your right shoulder for further support and suddenly you are aware of just how very big Viggo’s hands are, as one wraps around your throbbing cock and starts pumping up and down in a pace to match the hard, fast thrusts into your body.
Your senses are blurring and you’re sure you can almost taste the pleasure you’re feeling, you’re sure as hell letting Viggo hear it.
Tears leak from the corners of your eyes as your whole body strains on the edge of release.
“Oh shit harder, Vig, oh fuck, oh shit!”
“You. Feel. So. God. Damn. Good.”
A thrust with every word.
“Ah Viggo! Coming! Now! Aaaah!”
And in a blaze of stars you explode, orgasm ripping through you like a hurricane, screaming and keening. His name is on your lips.
* * * *
You feel the heat around you convulse and suddenly grip you with all its strength. You hear the sound of your name being worshipped over and again. You see your rock hard flesh ramming into his body and you gasp. You touch heaven as you release into your lover, pulsing over and over, blood pounding, heart racing.
“Orlando, I love you!”
And as the legs fall from your shoulders, exhausted you lean down and taste the lips of the gorgeous, exquisite, intelligent man to whom you just proclaimed your love.
Oh My.
And then the sound of footsteps.
Eyes fly open and there’s no time for words.
Sweating and rushing for clothes and desperately slamming a door behind you to hide from a friend.
Sean has no clue, just sees a little plaster lying on the floor.
You breath out and look up from your study of the door handle, turning your gaze towards a beautiful sight. Big brown eyes twinkle and bright white teeth gleam.
“You know what old man?”
“What?” A smile tugging the corner of your mouth.
“I love you too.”
Lips fasten over yours and heaven forefend this should ever be taken from you.
“Hey, filthy ranger, you look a bit sweaty.”
“So do you, prissy elf.”
The sound of water pummelling down next door.
“You might need another shower.” A wink, a grin and he turns, bashing his ankle on the doorframe.
“And you might need another plaster!"
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:17 pm (UTC)Wonderful. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2005-02-20 07:20 am (UTC)Thanks for this! <3
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