Dream ficlet
Jan. 16th, 2004 02:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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theatrical_muse pup is having some very nice dreams ;)
So when this morning I was jumped by this dream ficlet, I felt it should go out to the muns of the two pups who are currently dreaming with mine.
*love you lovelies*
Title: Phantom lover
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Phantom lover
Viggo is in the neverland of half-sleep when the weight of another body makes the mattress dip.
There is a sense of unreality in the hot breath ghosting against his skin, in the hungry lips latching onto his nipples, in the skilled mouth enveloping his sleepy half-hard cock.
His eyes remain closed in the darkness. His brain remains hazy in the feeling that this is a dream. His body twists and bucks as his cock is deep-throated. His hands instinctively go to grip hard the phantom shoulders, guiding the phantom mouth into the right rhythm. And he comes, his climax pulsing in waves through his body, leaving him spent and boneless.
The mattress shifts again, jolting Viggo into full consciousness.
He struggles with his fogged mind, feeling that someone was there with him and has gone now. He realizes that the tremors going through his body are the aftermath of a strong orgasm. He has a vague recollection of a mouth pleasuring him.
It all felt too real to be just a dream…
***
Viggo lies awake in the darkness. His brain is too sharply alert tonight to let him drift into oblivious sleep. The appearance of sleep is all there… eyes closed, limbs relaxed… only his mind is working tirelessly.
He can’t get over the feeling that his dream of last night was not a dream. Sure, he’s had wet dreams before, and that is exactly why he knows that this was something else.
And…
He knows he came, no doubt about that. So where was his come? The sheets were perfectly dry. His body was just sweaty, no stickiness.
The darkness feels thick around him, then shifts suddenly. There is movement in the dark, a body making the mattress dip. Again. But this time Viggo cannot mistake what happens for a dream, he is so very awake…
He is awake when the phantom lips trace burning patterns all over his body. He is awake when his seemingly unaware hands reach out and cup the phantom face, tracing bone structure with artist’s fingers that can see in the dark. He is awake when his cock thrusts up into the avid phantom mouth. He is awake when he bites his lip into a bloody mess to keep from crying out his phantom lover’s name as he comes, hurtling into a space where there is no consciousness beyond the pleasure seizing his body.
He is awake when he returns to awareness, alone in the room.
He is awake when he murmurs dejectedly…
“Why Sean? Why hide, why leave?”
theatrical_muse pup is having some very nice dreams ;)So when this morning I was jumped by this dream ficlet, I felt it should go out to the muns of the two pups who are currently dreaming with mine.
*love you lovelies*
Title: Phantom lover
Author:
moldavaPairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Phantom lover
Viggo is in the neverland of half-sleep when the weight of another body makes the mattress dip.
There is a sense of unreality in the hot breath ghosting against his skin, in the hungry lips latching onto his nipples, in the skilled mouth enveloping his sleepy half-hard cock.
His eyes remain closed in the darkness. His brain remains hazy in the feeling that this is a dream. His body twists and bucks as his cock is deep-throated. His hands instinctively go to grip hard the phantom shoulders, guiding the phantom mouth into the right rhythm. And he comes, his climax pulsing in waves through his body, leaving him spent and boneless.
The mattress shifts again, jolting Viggo into full consciousness.
He struggles with his fogged mind, feeling that someone was there with him and has gone now. He realizes that the tremors going through his body are the aftermath of a strong orgasm. He has a vague recollection of a mouth pleasuring him.
It all felt too real to be just a dream…
***
Viggo lies awake in the darkness. His brain is too sharply alert tonight to let him drift into oblivious sleep. The appearance of sleep is all there… eyes closed, limbs relaxed… only his mind is working tirelessly.
He can’t get over the feeling that his dream of last night was not a dream. Sure, he’s had wet dreams before, and that is exactly why he knows that this was something else.
And…
He knows he came, no doubt about that. So where was his come? The sheets were perfectly dry. His body was just sweaty, no stickiness.
The darkness feels thick around him, then shifts suddenly. There is movement in the dark, a body making the mattress dip. Again. But this time Viggo cannot mistake what happens for a dream, he is so very awake…
He is awake when the phantom lips trace burning patterns all over his body. He is awake when his seemingly unaware hands reach out and cup the phantom face, tracing bone structure with artist’s fingers that can see in the dark. He is awake when his cock thrusts up into the avid phantom mouth. He is awake when he bites his lip into a bloody mess to keep from crying out his phantom lover’s name as he comes, hurtling into a space where there is no consciousness beyond the pleasure seizing his body.
He is awake when he returns to awareness, alone in the room.
He is awake when he murmurs dejectedly…
“Why Sean? Why hide, why leave?”
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Date: 2004-01-18 12:27 am (UTC)nella mia testa comunque Sean va il mattino dopo a fare colazione da Viggo facendo l'innocentino