Bodypainting V/O 1/1

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TITLE: Bodypainting
AUTHOR: obvmluver
BETA: The always incredible littlegreenleaf.*fluffy hugs*
SUMMARY: Early morning, bodypainting...Smex ensues.
RATING: NC-17, just to be safe.
WARNINGS: Adult content
DISCLAIMER: If this truly is real, would I have written it making it up?
FEEDBACK: is always appreciated.



Orlando woke up and stretched. The long arch off the warm bed felt so good it made Orlando spread his toes unconsciously. It was a trait Viggo had always thought of being endearing, ever since he witnessed it for the first time. Toe-spreading was a phenomenon that occurred in special moments like in the morning after waking up together or after a long, unhurried and soul-filling communion. Like now.

It was only a few minutes past eight in the morning. Orlando had woken up to an empty bed and threw his arm over to where Viggo had gone to sleep the night before. The sheets were rumpled a little, forming a barely visible outline of Viggo’s body. The empty space was still warm.

Orlando smiled, ran his hand over his side, over his hip and arched his back. Then, closing his eyes, he slid his hand upwards over his chest and above his head to rest onto the pillow. Soon the other was there as well, fingers sunken into his hair. The toes on his feet curled first and then spread.

Viggo brazenly leaned against the doorframe of their bedroom completely naked, a white bowl and a paintbrush in his hands. Orlando, sensing that he was being watched, opened his eyes, propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at Viggo. “Like what you see?” Orlando asked supporting his weight on one elbow. He bit his lip, mirth in his eyes and placed the free hand near his sun tattoo and suggestively slid it downwards under the soft cover.
“Hmmmyeah. Very much.” Viggo drawled looking sultry and carefully watching Orlando through half lidded eyes.
“Good.” Orlando whispered.

Things that took place on the bed made it unbearable for Viggo to just stand still and watch. Soon he slid between the sheets trapping Orlando between him and the bed with one carefully placed strong arm. “God, you’re hot...” he growled through gritted teeth before attacking the visible pebbled nipple.
Orlando let out a hiss that turned into a low moan. A loud ‘Ah!’ escaped his lips as a wet brush painted a black stripe along his side. “What ar...” Orlando began but he was silenced with a finger against his lips.
“No words. Just feel.”

A comment died on Orlando’s lips as the same wet sensation hit his chest writing letters. He started squirming but Viggo stopped him. “Stay still.”
Another growl. Orlando did his best, even though it was impossibly difficult. He managed to stay still just enough for Viggo to paint a stripe across his face, starting from the right temple, crossing over his right eye, over his nose, the left corners of his mouth, stopping the stroke at his left collar bone.

The black body paint made a striking difference to the fiery brown of Orlando’s eyes. In an instant Viggo was caught. He felt his control breaking at the sight: Orlando was looking back at him with fire burning in his eyes. Putting the bowl and the brush aside onto the bedside table carefully, Viggo waited for five full seconds before attacking Orlando. Words of endearment and love got smudged but weren’t fully erased as they moved in perfect harmony. Viggo ran his foot over Orlando’s in the heat of the moment and felt it. Orlando was spreading his toes again.