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liars_dance and moldava (written as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
theatrical_muse roleplay)
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: figments of our imagination
Feedback: We'd love it
Viggo double checks the back door lock and switches off the outside light, whistling tunelessly as he wanders through the kitchen. He smiles as he sees Sean's neatly written shopping list pinned on the refrigerator and the tidily stacked dishes on the drainer and turns out the kitchen light. Heading into the bedroom he finds Sean propped up against the pillows, reading. He's so engrossed in his book he doesn't even look up when Viggo enters the room. Viggo sighs and wanders into the bathroom to wash his hands and face and brush his teeth. Returning to the bedroom Sean hasn't moved and Viggo grins.
"You going to read that all night?" he murmurs, slowly peeling his t-shirt off his body.
Suddenly jolted into awareness of his surroundings by Viggo's words, Sean looks up. The slim reading glasses he's wearing make him see Viggo all blurred but he leaves them on even as he sets the open book face down on his stomach, primly covered by bedsheets drawn up to his armpits.
"I just might," he says with a little laugh. "It's quite fascinating.. I saw the movie of course, and it was a great movie, but the letter format gives the book a different twist. And we're just getting into the thick of it.."
Viggo's gaze zooms in on Sean's eyes, glinting and unfocused, through his spectacles. He wasn't expecting Sean to say that. He puts his hands on his hips and pouts a little.
"Oh.. I see... Well I'm sure glad you're fascinated. But I was kind of hoping that we might be getting into the thick of it together - if you catch my drift." Viggo smiles his best lopsided resist-me-if-you-can smile and, keeping his eyes locked on Sean's face, starts to slowly unfasten his jeans, popping the buttons one by one.
"So you want us to read it together?" Sean asks distractedly, still mentally caught up in the correspondence between the Viscount of Valmont and the Marchioness of Merteuil.
He slips his glasses a bit down his nose to better see Viggo, and finds himself faced with a taunting hand slowly unbuttoning jeans to reveal skin and thick hair, and with one of those Mortensen smiles that speak trouble.. a lot of trouble..
Viggo's smile fades a bit. "Hell, no... But don't worry - I wouldn't dream of keeping you from your book," Viggo whispers, slipping his jeans slowly down his thighs, then slowly stepping out of them. Naked, he stretches, lifting his arms over his head and rotating his neck a little. Then, with a sigh, he straightens and looks around, his gaze taking in the time on the bedside clock.
"It's early," he says softly. "Too early to sleep." With a sigh, he pads round to his side of the bed and lies down facing Sean and on top of the covers.
Sean follows Viggo's slow striptease the way a rabbit stares at a very alluring snake.
Suddenly he's grateful that he's had the foresight to pull up the covers high enough to hide most of his body.. Things are happening down there and he's sure that they would make Viggo gloat.
He clears his throat, eyes fixed on the curve of Viggo's ass, so perfect and inviting..
"I'm sorry, Vig. What did you say?"
Viggo stretches some more and pushes a hand slowly through his hair. "I said it's too early to sleep," he murmurs, trailing a hand down his chest and idly drawing his index finger around a nipple.
"And..." He rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and closes his eyes briefly, a small noise of pleasure escaping his lips. "And," he repeats, opening his eyes and lifting his gaze to Sean's face, "because something seems to be holding your attention, I need something to occupy myself..." As he speaks, Viggo's hand moves slowly across his chest to his other nipple, which is already hard in anticipation.
"Yes. Definitely.." Sean's tongue darts out and moistens his lip. His glasses have slipped almost to his chin and he decides to take them off altogether and set them down on the nightstand. But he clings stubbornly to the book and to the sheet, raising his knees a bit to hide just how much the proceedings are holding his cock's attention.
"What I mean is.. it's certainly too early to sleep, bad for the digestion.. You could find something to read, or put on a DVD.." he suggests, mesmerized by the stiff points of Viggo's nipples.
"Yeah," Viggo murmurs, "or maybe I'll just lie here and remember something - relive it in my mind..." Viggo sighs and continues rolling his nipple between his finger and thumb - harder now, enough to make him moan a little as he wills Sean's fingers to be moving on the erect nub, Sean's lips and tongue and teeth. His cock twitches in response and he sneaks a hand down to hold the hardening flesh for a few moments, before returning his fingers to his chest.
"Funny how they get hard even when its me that’s touching them," he whispers, then glances up at Sean. "Sorry... was thinking out loud - didn't mean to disturb you - carry on with your book..."
Sean's body starts prickling as if an electric charge is running through it. It feels too warm under the sheet; he wants to throw it back and roll on top of Viggo, stop those hands, replacing them with his own, with his mouth, with his body pressing him down into the mattress.
God how beautiful he looks, hot and wanton, touching himself and making those little noises he's probably not even aware of.. How far will he go? Sean wonders.
"Are you meaning to say that you don't need me touching them anymore, than you can do it all on your own?" he asks, his tone piqued but at the same time almost challenging.
Viggo's eyes come up to meet Sean's - they're almost black with arousal. "Did I say anything about not needing you?" he asks in reply, his voice low and raspy. "Like I said - I was thinking out loud," he whispers, circling his belly button with the tip of his index finger. Now his cock is hard and tight against his belly and he lowers his gaze as he curls his fingers round the quivering flesh, whimpering a little as he does so, wanting Sean's hands on him so badly now. He longs to press his body alongside Sean's - chest to chest, hip to hip. A small sigh escapes him as once more he lifts dark unfocused eyes to Sean and licks his lips softly.
"I'd ask you to join me, but you seem more interested in reading your book," he whispers.
"You know I love reading, Vig, it's just a matter of deciding which book to read first. I think that right now Les Liaisons Dangereuses can take second place, there's a book that's come up that takes priority and requires my immediate attention.."
As he speaks Sean takes the book he's been reading off his stomach and drops it to the floor by the side of the bed, then rolls until he's resting half on the mattress, half on Viggo, the sheet still between them. Viggo's wrists are captured, held firmly in one of Sean's hands and pulled above his head.
"Now, I think the first page of the book you were reading is this.." he growls, lowering his mouth and latching it on one of Viggo's taut nipples.
"Oh god," Viggo whispers, his whole body surging upwards as Sean's wonderful mouth descends to his chest. He wants to thread his fingers in Sean's hair and press him in even harder but accepts that he deserves to be held like he is. He lifts his head off the pillow trying to get his lips on Sean's head.
"I thought I was going to have to jerk off in front of you," he whispers hoarsely, as he tries to move the sheet that is preventing the contact of skin against skin that he needs so much. "I was going a little crazy there.."
Sean's head lifts from Viggo's nipple and brilliant green eyes meet the dark blue ones.
"Maybe one day I'll ask to do that for me, and I'll watch you, see your eyes darken, your skin flush, your breath change until you come for me, letting me see how beautiful you are when you do that.. But not now, now I'm going to read my book, page after page.." he murmurs, lifting his knee to rub along Viggo's thigh, moving up toward his groin with the thin barrier of the sheet making the glide up smooth, making it so easy to rub up and down..
"Hope you're a speed reader then," Viggo smiles, breathless and squirming under the assault of Sean's lips, "cause this book's about to spontaneously combust..." The attempt at humour does nothing to quell the desire burning in Viggo's belly and he moans, his cock aching with need as he fights the grip of Sean's hand on his wrists.
"C'mon, Sean - let me touch you...please."
"Books are among the most precious things on earth, they should be treasured, savoured, each page touched with love and care.." Sean whispers seductively, stretching to brush his lips along the inside of Viggo's wrists and trace the frantically beating pulse with his tongue before releasing his grip on them. "Show me how you like to read a favourite book, Vig, choose a page, touch me.."
Viggo sighs, his body relaxing as Sean releases his hold. He brings his arms down slowly, turning and gently pressing Sean back against the pillows. He smiles a small closed mouth smile and drops a single butterfly kiss on Sean's left shoulder, then peels the sheet down a few inches.
"Slow," he whispers. "I like to read slow, from the front cover to the last line - exploring every detail and nuance the author has weaved into the text." Another kiss - to Sean's left nipple, harder this time. Then he sucks it softly, rolling his tongue around the nub. He lifts his head. "I like to smell what the author smells, taste what they taste, see what they see..."
Sean squirms on the bed, trying to press himself up into Viggo. The thin barrier of the sheet feels unbearable now, its smooth touch too different from the kind of skin to skin friction he now craves. The nipple Viggo is sucking feels tight and pulsing, while the other one is screaming with need and his hand moves to it, petting it and teasing it like Viggo was doing to himself only a few moments ago.
"I taste hunger.." he whispers, moistening his lip. "See hunger, smell hunger.."
"I know," Viggo whispers huskily, swatting Sean's fingers away and replacing them with his lips and teeth and tongue. Bringing this nipple to the same level of hardness as the other, he lifts his head once again, his eyes almost black now with need. "God, Sean - I don't think I've ever been so hungry..."
Shaking hands pull the sheet slowly off Sean's body and then Viggo moves slowly lowering himself onto Sean until they are plastered skin to skin. He grinds their hips together with a low moan as his lips come down hard on Sean's in a bruising kiss.
Sean's groan is silenced by the mouth sealing his lips, devouring him. Viggo's tongue urgently maps every inch of his mouth, finds every hidden corner, every secret taste while Sean's tongue follows it around never fully catching it. He moans frustratedly into the kiss, wanting to touch, to taste..
Viggo ends the kiss with a low whimper and rolls them over, hissing as their erections rub against each other, their positions reversed and Sean is lying on top. He looks up, panting and pushes his hands into Sean's sweat damp hair as he parts his thighs to bring them into even closer contact.
"Kiss me - get your mouth on me," he whispers, "taste me, taste my hunger - hunger for you - only ever for you.." Viggo's lips part - moist, wanting, waiting - his eyes dark and urgent.
The pulsing of his cock, and of Viggo's cock against his belly, feel like a wave slowly drowning his entire body in its rhythm. Supporting himself on his elbows, Sean looks down into Viggo's eyes, reading a story of need and hunger.. and of love, total love. Then his green eyes move down to the parted lips and lock on the bottom one, so luscious, so haunting in his dreams. He captures it, with a triumphant growl.
Viggo's hands tighten in Sean's hair, holding his head close for the kiss - Sean's kiss - so hot... so hot he can hardly breathe.
His body arches up, needing - demanding friction, shivering as goosebumps break out on his skin. Moaning into the endless liquid kiss, he moves one hand between their bodies, capturing both their cocks together in his fist.
Sean breaks the kiss, gasping, the air sucked from his lungs by the feel of the two erections pressing into each other, by the feel of Viggo's fingers fisting them together.
"Christ, you burn, I'll never get enough of you, never.." Hiding his face into Viggo's neck, Sean closes his teeth on Viggo's earlobe, then marks a path down to the shoulder, nipping and sucking, tasting sweat and pine.
"Sean, Sean..." Viggo whispers, his hand moving slow and sure on their flesh as he succumbs to the delicious feel of Sean's teeth and tongue at his neck. Suddenly Viggo's breathing becomes more laboured and he feels the flush rising in his face as his body shudders in anticipation. The rhythm becomes urgent and erratic.
"I'm close," he murmurs, "so close."
The tremors in Viggo's body are like a small earthquake and in a matter of seconds Sean starts feeling it too, a slow vibration building at the base of his spine and rushing through his body in its eagerness to reach completion in Viggo's hand.
"So come, come with me Vig, this is the last page, let's read it together.." he pants against the damp, flushed skin.
Not for the first time the sound of Sean's voice tips Viggo over the edge. His fingers give one last squeeze and stroke and then his hips arch up and he's coming, lightening flashing behind his eyes as his cock and Sean's pulse and spill hard and hot between them.
Sean's own hips press down into Viggo's arching ones and he comes into the tight cradle of Viggo's hand, their come mixing, hot and slippery and feeling just right as it spills together.
There's a constant low moan coming from somewhere, and Sean suddenly realizes that it's coming from his throat.
Still breathing hard, Viggo pulls on Sean's shoulders, pulling him down, wanting his weight on his body and a long shuddering sigh of satisfaction leaves Viggo's lips as his body relaxes under Sean's. And only when they're pressed skin to skin does he relinquish his hold on their softening cocks, slowly bringing his fingers, sticky with their come, to his lips and licking them clean.
The taste of their seed and the touch of all that skin has him purring with pleasure. "Love you, Sean," he murmurs, "so fucking much it makes me ache..." Wrapping his arms round Sean's back, he pulls the sheet over them both.
"Now don't you move an inch - you hear?"
"Can't move," Sean pants, his breath still coming in little rushed puffs. "You're holding me so tight I can barely breathe. Love that, love the way it makes me feel.. yours.. And love this too.." he murmurs, kissing Viggo, sliding his tongue into his mouth to find their mingled taste, the taste of their come. "We taste right together, so fucking right.."
Viggo relaxes his hold a little, smiling into Sean's kiss. "Sorry," he murmurs, "just need you to stay right there, otherwise I'll float away..." He sighs, lips still brushing Sean's.
"Yeah - we're right together - no doubt about that." Viggo's eyes close, suddenly needing to sleep. "We'll read together again," he murmurs with a smile as he begins to drift off.
"That we will do," Sean replies softly, watching Viggo's eyelids flutter, then close over sleepy blue eyes as he dozes off. "So many books to read, and old loved ones to reread.. Together.."
With a contented sigh he rests his head on Viggo's chest, burying his nose in soft hair that smell like a combination of male musk and pine and lets his mind drift until he too falls asleep.
liars_dance and moldava (written as theatrical_muse roleplay)Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: figments of our imagination
Feedback: We'd love it
Viggo double checks the back door lock and switches off the outside light, whistling tunelessly as he wanders through the kitchen. He smiles as he sees Sean's neatly written shopping list pinned on the refrigerator and the tidily stacked dishes on the drainer and turns out the kitchen light. Heading into the bedroom he finds Sean propped up against the pillows, reading. He's so engrossed in his book he doesn't even look up when Viggo enters the room. Viggo sighs and wanders into the bathroom to wash his hands and face and brush his teeth. Returning to the bedroom Sean hasn't moved and Viggo grins.
"You going to read that all night?" he murmurs, slowly peeling his t-shirt off his body.
Suddenly jolted into awareness of his surroundings by Viggo's words, Sean looks up. The slim reading glasses he's wearing make him see Viggo all blurred but he leaves them on even as he sets the open book face down on his stomach, primly covered by bedsheets drawn up to his armpits.
"I just might," he says with a little laugh. "It's quite fascinating.. I saw the movie of course, and it was a great movie, but the letter format gives the book a different twist. And we're just getting into the thick of it.."
Viggo's gaze zooms in on Sean's eyes, glinting and unfocused, through his spectacles. He wasn't expecting Sean to say that. He puts his hands on his hips and pouts a little.
"Oh.. I see... Well I'm sure glad you're fascinated. But I was kind of hoping that we might be getting into the thick of it together - if you catch my drift." Viggo smiles his best lopsided resist-me-if-you-can smile and, keeping his eyes locked on Sean's face, starts to slowly unfasten his jeans, popping the buttons one by one.
"So you want us to read it together?" Sean asks distractedly, still mentally caught up in the correspondence between the Viscount of Valmont and the Marchioness of Merteuil.
He slips his glasses a bit down his nose to better see Viggo, and finds himself faced with a taunting hand slowly unbuttoning jeans to reveal skin and thick hair, and with one of those Mortensen smiles that speak trouble.. a lot of trouble..
Viggo's smile fades a bit. "Hell, no... But don't worry - I wouldn't dream of keeping you from your book," Viggo whispers, slipping his jeans slowly down his thighs, then slowly stepping out of them. Naked, he stretches, lifting his arms over his head and rotating his neck a little. Then, with a sigh, he straightens and looks around, his gaze taking in the time on the bedside clock.
"It's early," he says softly. "Too early to sleep." With a sigh, he pads round to his side of the bed and lies down facing Sean and on top of the covers.
Sean follows Viggo's slow striptease the way a rabbit stares at a very alluring snake.
Suddenly he's grateful that he's had the foresight to pull up the covers high enough to hide most of his body.. Things are happening down there and he's sure that they would make Viggo gloat.
He clears his throat, eyes fixed on the curve of Viggo's ass, so perfect and inviting..
"I'm sorry, Vig. What did you say?"
Viggo stretches some more and pushes a hand slowly through his hair. "I said it's too early to sleep," he murmurs, trailing a hand down his chest and idly drawing his index finger around a nipple.
"And..." He rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and closes his eyes briefly, a small noise of pleasure escaping his lips. "And," he repeats, opening his eyes and lifting his gaze to Sean's face, "because something seems to be holding your attention, I need something to occupy myself..." As he speaks, Viggo's hand moves slowly across his chest to his other nipple, which is already hard in anticipation.
"Yes. Definitely.." Sean's tongue darts out and moistens his lip. His glasses have slipped almost to his chin and he decides to take them off altogether and set them down on the nightstand. But he clings stubbornly to the book and to the sheet, raising his knees a bit to hide just how much the proceedings are holding his cock's attention.
"What I mean is.. it's certainly too early to sleep, bad for the digestion.. You could find something to read, or put on a DVD.." he suggests, mesmerized by the stiff points of Viggo's nipples.
"Yeah," Viggo murmurs, "or maybe I'll just lie here and remember something - relive it in my mind..." Viggo sighs and continues rolling his nipple between his finger and thumb - harder now, enough to make him moan a little as he wills Sean's fingers to be moving on the erect nub, Sean's lips and tongue and teeth. His cock twitches in response and he sneaks a hand down to hold the hardening flesh for a few moments, before returning his fingers to his chest.
"Funny how they get hard even when its me that’s touching them," he whispers, then glances up at Sean. "Sorry... was thinking out loud - didn't mean to disturb you - carry on with your book..."
Sean's body starts prickling as if an electric charge is running through it. It feels too warm under the sheet; he wants to throw it back and roll on top of Viggo, stop those hands, replacing them with his own, with his mouth, with his body pressing him down into the mattress.
God how beautiful he looks, hot and wanton, touching himself and making those little noises he's probably not even aware of.. How far will he go? Sean wonders.
"Are you meaning to say that you don't need me touching them anymore, than you can do it all on your own?" he asks, his tone piqued but at the same time almost challenging.
Viggo's eyes come up to meet Sean's - they're almost black with arousal. "Did I say anything about not needing you?" he asks in reply, his voice low and raspy. "Like I said - I was thinking out loud," he whispers, circling his belly button with the tip of his index finger. Now his cock is hard and tight against his belly and he lowers his gaze as he curls his fingers round the quivering flesh, whimpering a little as he does so, wanting Sean's hands on him so badly now. He longs to press his body alongside Sean's - chest to chest, hip to hip. A small sigh escapes him as once more he lifts dark unfocused eyes to Sean and licks his lips softly.
"I'd ask you to join me, but you seem more interested in reading your book," he whispers.
"You know I love reading, Vig, it's just a matter of deciding which book to read first. I think that right now Les Liaisons Dangereuses can take second place, there's a book that's come up that takes priority and requires my immediate attention.."
As he speaks Sean takes the book he's been reading off his stomach and drops it to the floor by the side of the bed, then rolls until he's resting half on the mattress, half on Viggo, the sheet still between them. Viggo's wrists are captured, held firmly in one of Sean's hands and pulled above his head.
"Now, I think the first page of the book you were reading is this.." he growls, lowering his mouth and latching it on one of Viggo's taut nipples.
"Oh god," Viggo whispers, his whole body surging upwards as Sean's wonderful mouth descends to his chest. He wants to thread his fingers in Sean's hair and press him in even harder but accepts that he deserves to be held like he is. He lifts his head off the pillow trying to get his lips on Sean's head.
"I thought I was going to have to jerk off in front of you," he whispers hoarsely, as he tries to move the sheet that is preventing the contact of skin against skin that he needs so much. "I was going a little crazy there.."
Sean's head lifts from Viggo's nipple and brilliant green eyes meet the dark blue ones.
"Maybe one day I'll ask to do that for me, and I'll watch you, see your eyes darken, your skin flush, your breath change until you come for me, letting me see how beautiful you are when you do that.. But not now, now I'm going to read my book, page after page.." he murmurs, lifting his knee to rub along Viggo's thigh, moving up toward his groin with the thin barrier of the sheet making the glide up smooth, making it so easy to rub up and down..
"Hope you're a speed reader then," Viggo smiles, breathless and squirming under the assault of Sean's lips, "cause this book's about to spontaneously combust..." The attempt at humour does nothing to quell the desire burning in Viggo's belly and he moans, his cock aching with need as he fights the grip of Sean's hand on his wrists.
"C'mon, Sean - let me touch you...please."
"Books are among the most precious things on earth, they should be treasured, savoured, each page touched with love and care.." Sean whispers seductively, stretching to brush his lips along the inside of Viggo's wrists and trace the frantically beating pulse with his tongue before releasing his grip on them. "Show me how you like to read a favourite book, Vig, choose a page, touch me.."
Viggo sighs, his body relaxing as Sean releases his hold. He brings his arms down slowly, turning and gently pressing Sean back against the pillows. He smiles a small closed mouth smile and drops a single butterfly kiss on Sean's left shoulder, then peels the sheet down a few inches.
"Slow," he whispers. "I like to read slow, from the front cover to the last line - exploring every detail and nuance the author has weaved into the text." Another kiss - to Sean's left nipple, harder this time. Then he sucks it softly, rolling his tongue around the nub. He lifts his head. "I like to smell what the author smells, taste what they taste, see what they see..."
Sean squirms on the bed, trying to press himself up into Viggo. The thin barrier of the sheet feels unbearable now, its smooth touch too different from the kind of skin to skin friction he now craves. The nipple Viggo is sucking feels tight and pulsing, while the other one is screaming with need and his hand moves to it, petting it and teasing it like Viggo was doing to himself only a few moments ago.
"I taste hunger.." he whispers, moistening his lip. "See hunger, smell hunger.."
"I know," Viggo whispers huskily, swatting Sean's fingers away and replacing them with his lips and teeth and tongue. Bringing this nipple to the same level of hardness as the other, he lifts his head once again, his eyes almost black now with need. "God, Sean - I don't think I've ever been so hungry..."
Shaking hands pull the sheet slowly off Sean's body and then Viggo moves slowly lowering himself onto Sean until they are plastered skin to skin. He grinds their hips together with a low moan as his lips come down hard on Sean's in a bruising kiss.
Sean's groan is silenced by the mouth sealing his lips, devouring him. Viggo's tongue urgently maps every inch of his mouth, finds every hidden corner, every secret taste while Sean's tongue follows it around never fully catching it. He moans frustratedly into the kiss, wanting to touch, to taste..
Viggo ends the kiss with a low whimper and rolls them over, hissing as their erections rub against each other, their positions reversed and Sean is lying on top. He looks up, panting and pushes his hands into Sean's sweat damp hair as he parts his thighs to bring them into even closer contact.
"Kiss me - get your mouth on me," he whispers, "taste me, taste my hunger - hunger for you - only ever for you.." Viggo's lips part - moist, wanting, waiting - his eyes dark and urgent.
The pulsing of his cock, and of Viggo's cock against his belly, feel like a wave slowly drowning his entire body in its rhythm. Supporting himself on his elbows, Sean looks down into Viggo's eyes, reading a story of need and hunger.. and of love, total love. Then his green eyes move down to the parted lips and lock on the bottom one, so luscious, so haunting in his dreams. He captures it, with a triumphant growl.
Viggo's hands tighten in Sean's hair, holding his head close for the kiss - Sean's kiss - so hot... so hot he can hardly breathe.
His body arches up, needing - demanding friction, shivering as goosebumps break out on his skin. Moaning into the endless liquid kiss, he moves one hand between their bodies, capturing both their cocks together in his fist.
Sean breaks the kiss, gasping, the air sucked from his lungs by the feel of the two erections pressing into each other, by the feel of Viggo's fingers fisting them together.
"Christ, you burn, I'll never get enough of you, never.." Hiding his face into Viggo's neck, Sean closes his teeth on Viggo's earlobe, then marks a path down to the shoulder, nipping and sucking, tasting sweat and pine.
"Sean, Sean..." Viggo whispers, his hand moving slow and sure on their flesh as he succumbs to the delicious feel of Sean's teeth and tongue at his neck. Suddenly Viggo's breathing becomes more laboured and he feels the flush rising in his face as his body shudders in anticipation. The rhythm becomes urgent and erratic.
"I'm close," he murmurs, "so close."
The tremors in Viggo's body are like a small earthquake and in a matter of seconds Sean starts feeling it too, a slow vibration building at the base of his spine and rushing through his body in its eagerness to reach completion in Viggo's hand.
"So come, come with me Vig, this is the last page, let's read it together.." he pants against the damp, flushed skin.
Not for the first time the sound of Sean's voice tips Viggo over the edge. His fingers give one last squeeze and stroke and then his hips arch up and he's coming, lightening flashing behind his eyes as his cock and Sean's pulse and spill hard and hot between them.
Sean's own hips press down into Viggo's arching ones and he comes into the tight cradle of Viggo's hand, their come mixing, hot and slippery and feeling just right as it spills together.
There's a constant low moan coming from somewhere, and Sean suddenly realizes that it's coming from his throat.
Still breathing hard, Viggo pulls on Sean's shoulders, pulling him down, wanting his weight on his body and a long shuddering sigh of satisfaction leaves Viggo's lips as his body relaxes under Sean's. And only when they're pressed skin to skin does he relinquish his hold on their softening cocks, slowly bringing his fingers, sticky with their come, to his lips and licking them clean.
The taste of their seed and the touch of all that skin has him purring with pleasure. "Love you, Sean," he murmurs, "so fucking much it makes me ache..." Wrapping his arms round Sean's back, he pulls the sheet over them both.
"Now don't you move an inch - you hear?"
"Can't move," Sean pants, his breath still coming in little rushed puffs. "You're holding me so tight I can barely breathe. Love that, love the way it makes me feel.. yours.. And love this too.." he murmurs, kissing Viggo, sliding his tongue into his mouth to find their mingled taste, the taste of their come. "We taste right together, so fucking right.."
Viggo relaxes his hold a little, smiling into Sean's kiss. "Sorry," he murmurs, "just need you to stay right there, otherwise I'll float away..." He sighs, lips still brushing Sean's.
"Yeah - we're right together - no doubt about that." Viggo's eyes close, suddenly needing to sleep. "We'll read together again," he murmurs with a smile as he begins to drift off.
"That we will do," Sean replies softly, watching Viggo's eyelids flutter, then close over sleepy blue eyes as he dozes off. "So many books to read, and old loved ones to reread.. Together.."
With a contented sigh he rests his head on Viggo's chest, burying his nose in soft hair that smell like a combination of male musk and pine and lets his mind drift until he too falls asleep.
