moldava | Fic sequel

A few weeks ago I wrote a fic called Wild thing. A sequel was in the making at the time then languished, probably due to other things distracting me *pets pups* :)

My lovely

rinsbane, the one who will become the subject of scientific study with her attempt to read something like six months of slash in one week, commented so enthusiastically to me on this fic that the poor lethargic bunny was revived and started hopping. So this is all hers *hugs*

Title: Wilder than you
Author:

moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: follows Wild thing; unbeta'ed apologies for any mistake

Wilder than you

It was dark outside the pub, but the air was still warm.

Viggo shifted his hold on Sean's belt, his thumb looping inside while his other fingers trailed down Sean's ass, feeling the warmth of flesh seeping through the tight denim.

He guided Sean to his car and stopped by its side.

"If we're going to my place we won't need the car," Sean objected. "It's just a short walk from here."

"I didn't say we'd be taking the car, did I?" Viggo asked, his tone as velvety and sharp as a shot of single malt as he pushed Sean hard against the passenger door of the car, using his body to flatten him against the metal. "I just wanted to check if you're fit to take a walk. Those jeans look tight enough to cut off your blood circulation, they might give you some problem right now walking around." He rubbed himself against Sean's erection, painfully confined and bulging heavily under the tight denim, and his mouth descended on Sean's to swallow the keening moan that threatened to erupt.

"Yes," he commented, drawing back from Sean's body after a while. "I think you can make it to your house... Let's go."
He grabbed hold again of Sean's belt and pulled him along.

It was still fairly early and the street was deserted as they moved on, walking silently in and out of the shadows and circles of light cast by the lamplights.

They were halfway when Viggo stopped by one of the lights, his grip moving to the belt buckle as he pushed Sean against the lamp-post.

"You're very quiet Sean," Viggo said, his thumb circling Sean's navel right above the waistband of his pants. "Are you okay?"

The back of his other hand stroked Sean's chest, the gem and the silver-work in Aragorn's ring insistently teasing Sean's nipples into erect points under the tight black jersey of the t-shirt.

"I am saving my breath," Sean hissed rather breathlessly, grabbing Viggo's teasing fingers and bringing them to his mouth, sucking on the index finger, his teeth biting down just beneath the ring Viggo was wearing.

"Oh, you still can talk then, that's good," Viggo retorted. "I was afraid the cat had stolen your tongue..."

"Would you like to check?" Sean challenged, his tongue snaking out to moisten his lower lip, making a full-production show of it.

Viggo didn't even bother to reply, he swooped down and his tongue joined Sean's in bathing his lip, then followed it as it retreated into Sean's mouth.

"Well, you're right, it's still there," he remarked conversationally after ravaging Sean's mouth, the movement in his cheeks giving the impression he was sweeping his mouth with his tongue, chasing the aftertaste of a succulent morsel.

They walked on, reaching the small park that was right before Sean's house.

Viggo tugged on the belt.

"I think we should stop here for a moment. I think you need to rest a bit, Sean," he said.

"But Viggo, it's just a few minutes from here to my place," Sean expostulated.

"You * are * tired." Viggo enunciated each word carefully, punctuating it with a vicious tug on the belt as he dragged Sean towards a park bench hidden within the shadows of the night and the trees.

"Lie down," he ordered.

Since he'd found that there was really not much of a reason to complain about Viggo's previous stops along the way - except for the fact that he might just die from excessive arousal before they got home - Sean reclined docilely on the park bench, one leg stretched out before him, the other trailing to the ground.

Viggo knelt by Sean's side, his hands threading in Sean's hair and ghosting over the bulge in Sean's jeans, all the while whispering in Sean's ear things that made him mewl and try to lift his hips off the bench into Viggo's hand.

Teased beyond endurance, Sean grappled Viggo's shoulders and rolled off the bench, his fall to the ground cushioned by Viggo's body.

A whoosh of breath and a colorful series of expletives in assorted languages burst from Viggo's lips.

Sean scrambled, trying to get up.
"Fuck, I'm sorry Viggo, I didn't mean to squash you like that..."

His attempts at getting up were thwarted by Viggo himself, who had hooked his legs over Sean's and was holding him down.

"Caught you," he laughed breathlessly, wiggling suggestively against the weight of Sean's body and licking Sean's throat.

"You're a crazy bugger," Sean joined in the laughter, rubbing himself against Viggo, enjoying the feel of Viggo's body pinned and squirming under him.

"So," said Sean conversationally, "why did you insist on stopping here? We're no more than five minutes from my place."

Viggo grinned. "I wanted to see how far I could drive you before getting a reaction. Wild Thing was already settling down into 'meek and too pleased with himself'."

He stared at Sean's profile, etched against the light coming from the nearest lamplight. "My beautiful wild thing..." he whispered huskily, his hands cupping Sean's face and bringing it close.

Viggo's tongue darted out and traced Sean's lips. He bit Sean's nose and when Sean opened his mouth to protest he plunged in, his tongue flirting with Sean's until they were both out of breath.

"Did I surprise you?" Sean asked, sounding almost coy.

"Yes and no. Somehow I knew you had it in you, but I didn't know what it would take to bring it out. So I just kept prodding randomly. Looks like I finally hit pay dirt..." He rocked his hips against Sean's, their erections pressing against each other, then rolled until it was Sean's turn to be on the ground instead of comfily resting on Viggo's body.

"Dirty we certainly are going to be, rolling here on the ground like this when I have a clean comfortable bed not five minutes from here," Sean grumbled.

"Ah, but where's your spirit of adventure Sean? Has it gone back into hiding already? Maybe I like seeing you all dirty and dishevelled, looking like a bruiser who's been thrown to the ground and taken there.." As if to prove the point his hand went to the zipper of Sean's pants.

"Viggo you wouldn't!" Sean let out an outraged squeal as he tried to shake Viggo off, finding himself very effectively pinned to the ground.

"Ah such a pity," Viggo commented lazily, his hand already inside Sean's pants and closing on a cock that seemed to be in total disagreement with its owner.

It liked to be rolling in the dirt, it seemed to say to Viggo as it danced happily in his hand. It liked that Viggo was not in favor of waiting until they got home, it seemed to say as it wet Viggo's hand with its fluids. It liked the way Viggo's fingers seemed to know exactly where to touch and tease and push over the limit, it seemed to say as it swelled and spurted in Viggo's welcoming hand.

Viggo wished he had a camera right now. Sean's head was thrown back, his customary handsomeness made harder, wilder by the pleasure still altering his traits.
Green eyes opened slowly, as if feeling Viggo' intense stare.

"Crazy wanker," he whispered accusingly.

"Wild slut," Viggo replied affectionately. "Blame yourself, you're too hot for your own good."

"Home?" Sean asked, groaning as he tried to raise himself up from the ground.

"Home," Viggo agreed giving him a hand up. "You know," he went on, helping Sean to straighten himself. "I still haven't figured out what I would like to do with that belt of yours."

Sean grinned.

"Well, I'm quite sure that if we put our heads together we'll come up with some ideas we can experiment."

Viggo nodded and took Sean's hand.

"Hey, you're sticky," Sean complained.

Viggo just sighed and dragged him along. Wild Sean was too good to last long, but after all plain old Sean was to die for just the same. And he had him.

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