Educational Endeavors - Bel Canto (6/8)
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salixbabylonIn true Hobbit-style, here's a gift for you all:
Title: Educational Endeavors
Author: Salix
Email: salixbabylon@yahoo.com
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Archiving: My site, list archives, Mirrormere, LBES, and others upon request ONLY.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Summary: Orli is curious... and you know what they say about curiosity and the cat. Luckily Viggo is around to help.
Thank yous: Always to Cindy Lou. Unending gratitude to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostiawen for encouragement, education, and betaing.
Author's Note: Specially dedicated tolennongirl, who will see why as the lesson progresses. ;)
(previous chapters can be found at my website , as always)
Educational Endeavors
Bel Canto
Music, Orli thought, as he showered at his house late the next morning. Viggo had woken up insanely early, while it was still dark out, and driven Orlando home so he could sleep some more. In a real bed even, rather than the couch, where they'd passed out. Man, he loved his bed; blue striped flannel sheets and a deliciously fluffy flannel duvet. Warm. Cozy.
Then again, the shower was nice too, with his favorite Lush shower gel. He smiled to himself. Life was good.
Viggo, the freak, had gone out to take photos of some rocks or something in the pre-dawn hours. Artists. Not that he didn't like Viggo's art; he just didn't always get it. Crazy shit, just random, it seemed to him, but to Viggo it meant something.
Music is easier, he thought. Sure, there was some argument from the older generation about techno, but whatever. Tonight he'd surprise Viggo and take him to the pub where he went by himself to relax. No one else knew about it; it was Orlando's secret.
Tonight he was going to share it with Viggo.
*****
The knock on his front door came promptly at eight. Orlando had started to clean up his flat, but didn't want it to feel any more like a date that it already did, so he'd left the clutter as it was and watched the telly instead as he waited.
"Hey there," he said, opening the door and giving Viggo a quick kiss. "Do you want to come in for a bit or should we go?"
Viggo shrugged. "I'm easy."
"Brilliant; then I don't have to worry about impressing you to get you to put out," Orli laughed.
"You're not going to sing, are you? Tell me you're not taking me to a karaoke bar," Viggo asked with wide eyes full of horror.
"Cunt. No, I'm not. Let's go." Orlando grabbed his jacket and keys. "Do you want to drive or should I?"
"Doesn't matter to me."
"I will then," Orlando said. It was threatening to rain and cold, and he had the vague idea that there was something he wasn't remembering that was quite important, but he couldn't, well, remember it.
It was a short drive to the pub, just a few blocks away. If it hadn't been so blustery, Orlando would have suggested they walk. Usually he wouldn't care about the weather, but now that he was making a movie, he felt he had a responsibility to try and avoid the sniffles. Legolas definitely didn't have nasal congestion. On the down side, he didn't have that many lines, either.
Anyway.
"This place?" Viggo asked with surprise as Orlando parked.
"Yeah... Is that ok?"
"Sure. I've never been here. But I was braced to endure a loud techno club like you and the Hobbits always drag us to."
Orlando stuck out his tongue. "Believe it or not, I've been clubbing for long enough to have learned to appreciate quieter venues."
Viggo was silent for a moment, and then said thoughtfully, "Sometimes I forget that you're young but have already mostly gone through the wild-away-from-home phase."
Orli shrugged. "I still love dancing my arse off and getting pissed with my mates. But sometimes I just like to relax and... *listen*, you know?"
They found a table near the front where the band was setting up and Viggo went to get the first round. They chatted about nothing in particular until the music started. The band played some kind of retro-blues; the lead singer had a voice reminiscent of Ella Fitzgerald, Orlando commented between sets. Viggo seemed surprised but agreed.
Orli was torn between being annoyed that Viggo had thought he didn't know anything about "real" music, and being amused. A few more pints and amusement was definitely winning. Viggo was enjoying himself too, and they settled into an amiable debate about whether the bass player or the male vocalist was more jealous when the singer wandered through the audience, flirting with the patrons.
Finally the last encore ended and Orli and Viggo got ready to go. The storm had grown while they were inside, and they ran through a steady downpour to get to the Jeep.
"That was an entertaining band," Viggo said as they climbed inside. "I confess that I was surprised at first, but thank you for sharing that with me. I had no idea you were into that kind of music at all."
Orlando grinned and shrugged. "You're welcome. And I'm into everything. Variety is the spice of life, mate," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he put the key in the ignition and turned it.
Nothing happened.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
"FUCK!" He remembered what was bothering him earlier when they drove over. The petrol gauge was broken and he'd forgotten that he was almost out.
Viggo didn't look pleased. "Should we go back inside and call a cab?" he asked.
"It's only a few blocks," Orlando countered. "I walk it all the time. Let's just run for it, old man; where's your sense of adventure?"
Viggo punched him on the arm. "Fucker. I'll show you adventure; I'll race you back," he smirked. "First one inside gets to top."
Orlando grinned back at him. "You're on. One - two - three - GO!" he yelled, as they simultaneously hopped out and slammed the doors.
The race was on.
*****
Orlando's front door was unlocked and it turned out that they were quite evenly matched in distance running. They both made it up the porch and grabbed for the door handle at the same time. Shoulder to shoulder, they fell into the living room, a tangled mess of arms and legs. They were both soaked to the bone, water streaming off their faces and down their necks, clothes and hair plastered to their skin.
"I'm fucking freezing," Orlando groaned. "Drenched. And my back's getting stiff," he whinged.
Viggo snorted. "And I have a very wet elf on top of me. Stop complaining."
Orlando rolled off of him and stood up, wrapping his arms around himself as he dripped on the carpet around their feet. His teeth chattered. His eyes were streaming. And his back was definitely starting to seize up.
"Fuck," he said again, "I've got to get warmed up or I'm going to be in a lot of pain. I think I'm going to jump in the shower, ok?"
"Sure," Viggo nodded. "Mind some company? I'm soaked to the bone, too."
"Mmm..." Orlando sighed, smiling. "Company sounds lovely."
"Slut."
Orlando stuck out his tongue.
The shower steamed the bathroom into a thick fog, and Orlando stepped under the spray, relaxing into his third soaking of the day, sighing with pleasure as the hot water coursed over his back and shoulders. Viggo's clammy body pressed up against his front, and Orlando moved to the side to share the warm spray.
"No, stay there," Viggo said, reaching behind him to the shower caddy. Scrubby and shower gel in hand, he knelt. Concentrating, he began to wash Orlando's body, from the feet up. By the time Viggo reached his chest and shoulders, Orlando was warm and relaxed and making soft, happy sighing noises, feeling totally indulged and cared for.
"When I'm rich and famous, I'm hiring you to bathe me," Orlando said, smiling.
"Nice to know I have a job to fall back on," Viggo answered, "But I haven't even had a chance to get soap in your eyes yet."
"You skipped a few other parts as well."
"I'll get them later."
Orlando shook his head, more to wake himself up than to contradict Viggo. "Let me do you, now," he said.
Viggo passed him the scrubby and soap, and Orlando got to work. It was a pleasure to feel Viggo's body like this, almost as much as it had been to be washed. Feeling the wiry muscles and tanned skin, wet, relaxed, firm, smooth, accented by the smattering of golden hair. It was more sensual than anything sexual they had done together. Orlando loved touching people, loved the contact, loved the feeling of trust, loved the tactile sensations of it in his hands. This was fantastic.
Viggo seemed to be liking it too, if his quiet sighs were any indication. Orlando ran his soapy hands through Viggo's pubic hair and fondled the growing erection.
"Have to get this clean, too," he said, stroking lightly. After a few moments, Viggo pulled away from Orlando's hands, kissing him as their faces were covered with water.
"Wait; I want to finish washing you first," he smiled, turning Orlando to face away from him. "Just feel."
Then his hands were everywhere on Orli's body, not cleaning this time. Although the caresses were similar, they felt different with the intent behind them changed. The slide of the soap was more like silk than anything else, as Viggo stroked Orlando's body, chest, thighs, around to the curve of his arse, and delved deeply between his legs. A confident but gentle hand cradled his bollocks while the other hand came around front to create a wet and slippery vise around Orlando's straining cock.
Orlando leaned his head back onto Viggo's shoulder and closed his eyes. The hands at his crotch continued stroking and teasing until he was breathing hard and his legs were wobbling. Suddenly a finger slipped into his arse.
Viggo removed his other hand and nudged Orlando forward, bending him at the waist, hands braced on the shower wall. He was gently penetrated by a soapy finger, rubbed and caressed in a way that left Orlando feeling... Well, a bit confused. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be getting off on this or if it was just a rather thorough cleansing. But then Viggo found his prostate and he didn't care what it was, so long as it continued.
He whimpered as Viggo's fingers pulled out, although the soap burned a bit. He was turned so that the spray washed over his lower back and arse, rinsing way the sting. Orlando stood up, quirking a brow.
Viggo kissed him. "Let's get out of the shower," he said in a husky voice. Orlando shut off the water and they got out, drying off quickly, and retreated to the bedroom. Orli fumbled around underneath his bed for a moment, before locating a small bag and pulling out the supplies he'd bought last week.
"Mango flavored lube?" Viggo asked.
"Why not?" Orli shrugged. "It smells nice, try it."
"Do you associate the scent of mangos with sex?" Viggo clarified.
"Well... Not yet." Orlando gave him a cheeky grin.
They snogged and ground against each other, tangling in the warmth of Orlando's bed as their hands found each other's erections. Their fever grew steadily, until tongues were sliding together, and soft, gasping moans were seeping out of Orlando's mouth. He wanted Viggo inside him, or to be inside Viggo, when he came.
"I think that can be arranged," Viggo chuckled.
Bollocks! Once again, his mouth forgot to ask his brain permission before it started talking. "But I won the race," Orli bluffed.
"Oh, I don't think so," Viggo said, holding him down.
There was a minor wrestling match for dominance, delicious in its playfulness and not at all dampening their lust. Pinning Orlando for a moment, Viggo paused and said, "I want to do something. I want to make you sing," with a sparkle in his eye that vaguely unsettled Orlando.
"Whatever you want, mate," Orli said with only a hint of bravado, "I trust you."
Viggo rolled him over onto his stomach and spread Orlando's legs. He knelt between them, hands on Orli's thighs. His hands traveled up to cup the curve of each cheek, over the small of his back, and began to knead and massage the tension from Orlando's shoulders. Gradually, his touch turned into a teasing, almost tickling, scratch of the nails.
Orlando purred.
He was a melted puddle of arousal; his cock hard and aching against the mattress, but so relaxed he felt boneless. Well, except for *that* bone, of course. Viggo's stubble scratched his skin as a reverent kiss was placed on the back of his neck, and a teasing tongue swirled a path downward. Orli tensed up a bit as Viggo spread his arse cheeks open, but was soothed as the warm hands rubbed him.
Despite how comfortable he was, Orli yelped and flinched away when Viggo's tongue swept across his hole. Viggo stopped, hands still holding Orlando's arse apart, breathing on his dampened skin.
In silence, Orlando's mind spun frantically. Holy fuck, was Viggo really going to do that to him? Rim him? Lick him there. His arsehole, he made himself think. He had never done that, nor had done to him. It seemed a bit nasty. He'd thought about doing it to one of the naughtier girls he'd slept with, but had never quite gotten up the nerve...
But it seemed like that was what was on Viggo's agenda for the night. Orlando could stop him, of course. Viggo was waiting.
Slowly, cautiously, Orlando unclenched.
"OK?" Viggo asked.
Orlando nodded. There was no way he was going to be able to make his mouth form words to agree. His brain wriggled between feelings of extreme vulnerability and embarrassment and, oddly, arousal. He was still quite hard, still wanted to continue. If Viggo wanted to.
Orli made a small affirmative noise, which turned into a loud sucking-in-of-air noise, as Viggo's tongue swept across his entrance.
It felt better than he would have expected, by quite a bit. Orli supposed he shouldn't be surprised, since he had only just discovered how many pleasurable nerve endings his arse had, but still. If Viggo's fingers had felt good (which they absolutely had), then his tongue felt even better.
Then again, he knew how brilliant Viggo was with his tongue.
The sensation wasn't as direct as Viggo's lubed fingers, nor as obvious as a mouth on his cock. But there was something wickedly exciting about it that wasn't matched by anything else Orlando had ever done in bed. The gentle lapping, simply just *thinking* the phrase "Viggo's licking my arsehole" was just so... *dirty*. So naughty.
So fucking hot.
Orlando's hands were twisted into his sheets, hips making tiny humping motions into the mattress, as he panted and groaned. It was good. Really good.
And then Viggo slid his tongue into Orlando's arse.
"Holy FUCK!" Orli's eyes rolled back in their sockets and he whimpered. "Shit! Viggo, fuck me soon, or I'm going to come," he pleaded.
The tongue withdrew and Orli felt Viggo's breath as he chuckled against him. "Come then," Viggo rasped.
"Oh god," Orlando gulped, as Viggo reapplied his mouth. He was already almost there when he felt a hand wiggle under his hip and wrap around his throbbing cock. Gratefully, Orlando thrust forward into Viggo's grip.
Viggo curled his tongue and managed to flick the end against Orli's prostate. Orlando screamed.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Viggo!" he chanted as his body jolted and brain exploded in a climax that was like being struck by a bolt of lightening. Overloaded, his mind went black.
*****
Orlando had no idea how long he'd been semi-unconscious for, only really coming back to awareness as Viggo rearranged his body on the bed.
"Mmrmph," he groaned. It took another two mumbled attempts before he could make his mouth form words. "God. So good. Thank you," he said with effort.
An amused snort was his response. After another pause, Orli mumbled, "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Viggo answered. "Jerked off and came less than a minute after you did. Sorry I made you pass out," he teased.
Orlando nodded, struggling to make words, "Me too. Fuck. Brain feels melted. Can't talk."
Viggo chuckled as he spooned up behind him. "It's all right. I knew I could make you sing."
~Part 7 ~
Title: Educational Endeavors
Author: Salix
Email: salixbabylon@yahoo.com
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Archiving: My site, list archives, Mirrormere, LBES, and others upon request ONLY.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Summary: Orli is curious... and you know what they say about curiosity and the cat. Luckily Viggo is around to help.
Thank yous: Always to Cindy Lou. Unending gratitude to
lostiawen for encouragement, education, and betaing. Author's Note: Specially dedicated to
lennongirl, who will see why as the lesson progresses. ;)(previous chapters can be found at my website , as always)
Music, Orli thought, as he showered at his house late the next morning. Viggo had woken up insanely early, while it was still dark out, and driven Orlando home so he could sleep some more. In a real bed even, rather than the couch, where they'd passed out. Man, he loved his bed; blue striped flannel sheets and a deliciously fluffy flannel duvet. Warm. Cozy.
Then again, the shower was nice too, with his favorite Lush shower gel. He smiled to himself. Life was good.
Viggo, the freak, had gone out to take photos of some rocks or something in the pre-dawn hours. Artists. Not that he didn't like Viggo's art; he just didn't always get it. Crazy shit, just random, it seemed to him, but to Viggo it meant something.
Music is easier, he thought. Sure, there was some argument from the older generation about techno, but whatever. Tonight he'd surprise Viggo and take him to the pub where he went by himself to relax. No one else knew about it; it was Orlando's secret.
Tonight he was going to share it with Viggo.
The knock on his front door came promptly at eight. Orlando had started to clean up his flat, but didn't want it to feel any more like a date that it already did, so he'd left the clutter as it was and watched the telly instead as he waited.
"Hey there," he said, opening the door and giving Viggo a quick kiss. "Do you want to come in for a bit or should we go?"
Viggo shrugged. "I'm easy."
"Brilliant; then I don't have to worry about impressing you to get you to put out," Orli laughed.
"You're not going to sing, are you? Tell me you're not taking me to a karaoke bar," Viggo asked with wide eyes full of horror.
"Cunt. No, I'm not. Let's go." Orlando grabbed his jacket and keys. "Do you want to drive or should I?"
"Doesn't matter to me."
"I will then," Orlando said. It was threatening to rain and cold, and he had the vague idea that there was something he wasn't remembering that was quite important, but he couldn't, well, remember it.
It was a short drive to the pub, just a few blocks away. If it hadn't been so blustery, Orlando would have suggested they walk. Usually he wouldn't care about the weather, but now that he was making a movie, he felt he had a responsibility to try and avoid the sniffles. Legolas definitely didn't have nasal congestion. On the down side, he didn't have that many lines, either.
Anyway.
"This place?" Viggo asked with surprise as Orlando parked.
"Yeah... Is that ok?"
"Sure. I've never been here. But I was braced to endure a loud techno club like you and the Hobbits always drag us to."
Orlando stuck out his tongue. "Believe it or not, I've been clubbing for long enough to have learned to appreciate quieter venues."
Viggo was silent for a moment, and then said thoughtfully, "Sometimes I forget that you're young but have already mostly gone through the wild-away-from-home phase."
Orli shrugged. "I still love dancing my arse off and getting pissed with my mates. But sometimes I just like to relax and... *listen*, you know?"
They found a table near the front where the band was setting up and Viggo went to get the first round. They chatted about nothing in particular until the music started. The band played some kind of retro-blues; the lead singer had a voice reminiscent of Ella Fitzgerald, Orlando commented between sets. Viggo seemed surprised but agreed.
Orli was torn between being annoyed that Viggo had thought he didn't know anything about "real" music, and being amused. A few more pints and amusement was definitely winning. Viggo was enjoying himself too, and they settled into an amiable debate about whether the bass player or the male vocalist was more jealous when the singer wandered through the audience, flirting with the patrons.
Finally the last encore ended and Orli and Viggo got ready to go. The storm had grown while they were inside, and they ran through a steady downpour to get to the Jeep.
"That was an entertaining band," Viggo said as they climbed inside. "I confess that I was surprised at first, but thank you for sharing that with me. I had no idea you were into that kind of music at all."
Orlando grinned and shrugged. "You're welcome. And I'm into everything. Variety is the spice of life, mate," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he put the key in the ignition and turned it.
Nothing happened.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
"FUCK!" He remembered what was bothering him earlier when they drove over. The petrol gauge was broken and he'd forgotten that he was almost out.
Viggo didn't look pleased. "Should we go back inside and call a cab?" he asked.
"It's only a few blocks," Orlando countered. "I walk it all the time. Let's just run for it, old man; where's your sense of adventure?"
Viggo punched him on the arm. "Fucker. I'll show you adventure; I'll race you back," he smirked. "First one inside gets to top."
Orlando grinned back at him. "You're on. One - two - three - GO!" he yelled, as they simultaneously hopped out and slammed the doors.
The race was on.
Orlando's front door was unlocked and it turned out that they were quite evenly matched in distance running. They both made it up the porch and grabbed for the door handle at the same time. Shoulder to shoulder, they fell into the living room, a tangled mess of arms and legs. They were both soaked to the bone, water streaming off their faces and down their necks, clothes and hair plastered to their skin.
"I'm fucking freezing," Orlando groaned. "Drenched. And my back's getting stiff," he whinged.
Viggo snorted. "And I have a very wet elf on top of me. Stop complaining."
Orlando rolled off of him and stood up, wrapping his arms around himself as he dripped on the carpet around their feet. His teeth chattered. His eyes were streaming. And his back was definitely starting to seize up.
"Fuck," he said again, "I've got to get warmed up or I'm going to be in a lot of pain. I think I'm going to jump in the shower, ok?"
"Sure," Viggo nodded. "Mind some company? I'm soaked to the bone, too."
"Mmm..." Orlando sighed, smiling. "Company sounds lovely."
"Slut."
Orlando stuck out his tongue.
The shower steamed the bathroom into a thick fog, and Orlando stepped under the spray, relaxing into his third soaking of the day, sighing with pleasure as the hot water coursed over his back and shoulders. Viggo's clammy body pressed up against his front, and Orlando moved to the side to share the warm spray.
"No, stay there," Viggo said, reaching behind him to the shower caddy. Scrubby and shower gel in hand, he knelt. Concentrating, he began to wash Orlando's body, from the feet up. By the time Viggo reached his chest and shoulders, Orlando was warm and relaxed and making soft, happy sighing noises, feeling totally indulged and cared for.
"When I'm rich and famous, I'm hiring you to bathe me," Orlando said, smiling.
"Nice to know I have a job to fall back on," Viggo answered, "But I haven't even had a chance to get soap in your eyes yet."
"You skipped a few other parts as well."
"I'll get them later."
Orlando shook his head, more to wake himself up than to contradict Viggo. "Let me do you, now," he said.
Viggo passed him the scrubby and soap, and Orlando got to work. It was a pleasure to feel Viggo's body like this, almost as much as it had been to be washed. Feeling the wiry muscles and tanned skin, wet, relaxed, firm, smooth, accented by the smattering of golden hair. It was more sensual than anything sexual they had done together. Orlando loved touching people, loved the contact, loved the feeling of trust, loved the tactile sensations of it in his hands. This was fantastic.
Viggo seemed to be liking it too, if his quiet sighs were any indication. Orlando ran his soapy hands through Viggo's pubic hair and fondled the growing erection.
"Have to get this clean, too," he said, stroking lightly. After a few moments, Viggo pulled away from Orlando's hands, kissing him as their faces were covered with water.
"Wait; I want to finish washing you first," he smiled, turning Orlando to face away from him. "Just feel."
Then his hands were everywhere on Orli's body, not cleaning this time. Although the caresses were similar, they felt different with the intent behind them changed. The slide of the soap was more like silk than anything else, as Viggo stroked Orlando's body, chest, thighs, around to the curve of his arse, and delved deeply between his legs. A confident but gentle hand cradled his bollocks while the other hand came around front to create a wet and slippery vise around Orlando's straining cock.
Orlando leaned his head back onto Viggo's shoulder and closed his eyes. The hands at his crotch continued stroking and teasing until he was breathing hard and his legs were wobbling. Suddenly a finger slipped into his arse.
Viggo removed his other hand and nudged Orlando forward, bending him at the waist, hands braced on the shower wall. He was gently penetrated by a soapy finger, rubbed and caressed in a way that left Orlando feeling... Well, a bit confused. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be getting off on this or if it was just a rather thorough cleansing. But then Viggo found his prostate and he didn't care what it was, so long as it continued.
He whimpered as Viggo's fingers pulled out, although the soap burned a bit. He was turned so that the spray washed over his lower back and arse, rinsing way the sting. Orlando stood up, quirking a brow.
Viggo kissed him. "Let's get out of the shower," he said in a husky voice. Orlando shut off the water and they got out, drying off quickly, and retreated to the bedroom. Orli fumbled around underneath his bed for a moment, before locating a small bag and pulling out the supplies he'd bought last week.
"Mango flavored lube?" Viggo asked.
"Why not?" Orli shrugged. "It smells nice, try it."
"Do you associate the scent of mangos with sex?" Viggo clarified.
"Well... Not yet." Orlando gave him a cheeky grin.
They snogged and ground against each other, tangling in the warmth of Orlando's bed as their hands found each other's erections. Their fever grew steadily, until tongues were sliding together, and soft, gasping moans were seeping out of Orlando's mouth. He wanted Viggo inside him, or to be inside Viggo, when he came.
"I think that can be arranged," Viggo chuckled.
Bollocks! Once again, his mouth forgot to ask his brain permission before it started talking. "But I won the race," Orli bluffed.
"Oh, I don't think so," Viggo said, holding him down.
There was a minor wrestling match for dominance, delicious in its playfulness and not at all dampening their lust. Pinning Orlando for a moment, Viggo paused and said, "I want to do something. I want to make you sing," with a sparkle in his eye that vaguely unsettled Orlando.
"Whatever you want, mate," Orli said with only a hint of bravado, "I trust you."
Viggo rolled him over onto his stomach and spread Orlando's legs. He knelt between them, hands on Orli's thighs. His hands traveled up to cup the curve of each cheek, over the small of his back, and began to knead and massage the tension from Orlando's shoulders. Gradually, his touch turned into a teasing, almost tickling, scratch of the nails.
Orlando purred.
He was a melted puddle of arousal; his cock hard and aching against the mattress, but so relaxed he felt boneless. Well, except for *that* bone, of course. Viggo's stubble scratched his skin as a reverent kiss was placed on the back of his neck, and a teasing tongue swirled a path downward. Orli tensed up a bit as Viggo spread his arse cheeks open, but was soothed as the warm hands rubbed him.
Despite how comfortable he was, Orli yelped and flinched away when Viggo's tongue swept across his hole. Viggo stopped, hands still holding Orlando's arse apart, breathing on his dampened skin.
In silence, Orlando's mind spun frantically. Holy fuck, was Viggo really going to do that to him? Rim him? Lick him there. His arsehole, he made himself think. He had never done that, nor had done to him. It seemed a bit nasty. He'd thought about doing it to one of the naughtier girls he'd slept with, but had never quite gotten up the nerve...
But it seemed like that was what was on Viggo's agenda for the night. Orlando could stop him, of course. Viggo was waiting.
Slowly, cautiously, Orlando unclenched.
"OK?" Viggo asked.
Orlando nodded. There was no way he was going to be able to make his mouth form words to agree. His brain wriggled between feelings of extreme vulnerability and embarrassment and, oddly, arousal. He was still quite hard, still wanted to continue. If Viggo wanted to.
Orli made a small affirmative noise, which turned into a loud sucking-in-of-air noise, as Viggo's tongue swept across his entrance.
It felt better than he would have expected, by quite a bit. Orli supposed he shouldn't be surprised, since he had only just discovered how many pleasurable nerve endings his arse had, but still. If Viggo's fingers had felt good (which they absolutely had), then his tongue felt even better.
Then again, he knew how brilliant Viggo was with his tongue.
The sensation wasn't as direct as Viggo's lubed fingers, nor as obvious as a mouth on his cock. But there was something wickedly exciting about it that wasn't matched by anything else Orlando had ever done in bed. The gentle lapping, simply just *thinking* the phrase "Viggo's licking my arsehole" was just so... *dirty*. So naughty.
So fucking hot.
Orlando's hands were twisted into his sheets, hips making tiny humping motions into the mattress, as he panted and groaned. It was good. Really good.
And then Viggo slid his tongue into Orlando's arse.
"Holy FUCK!" Orli's eyes rolled back in their sockets and he whimpered. "Shit! Viggo, fuck me soon, or I'm going to come," he pleaded.
The tongue withdrew and Orli felt Viggo's breath as he chuckled against him. "Come then," Viggo rasped.
"Oh god," Orlando gulped, as Viggo reapplied his mouth. He was already almost there when he felt a hand wiggle under his hip and wrap around his throbbing cock. Gratefully, Orlando thrust forward into Viggo's grip.
Viggo curled his tongue and managed to flick the end against Orli's prostate. Orlando screamed.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Viggo!" he chanted as his body jolted and brain exploded in a climax that was like being struck by a bolt of lightening. Overloaded, his mind went black.
Orlando had no idea how long he'd been semi-unconscious for, only really coming back to awareness as Viggo rearranged his body on the bed.
"Mmrmph," he groaned. It took another two mumbled attempts before he could make his mouth form words. "God. So good. Thank you," he said with effort.
An amused snort was his response. After another pause, Orli mumbled, "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Viggo answered. "Jerked off and came less than a minute after you did. Sorry I made you pass out," he teased.
Orlando nodded, struggling to make words, "Me too. Fuck. Brain feels melted. Can't talk."
Viggo chuckled as he spooned up behind him. "It's all right. I knew I could make you sing."
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Date: 2004-10-12 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-15 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 09:27 am (UTC)That was hot. Oh. My. God.
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 10:39 am (UTC)*smokes a cigarette*
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 10:40 am (UTC)*cries happy tears*
♥
*implodes from hotness*
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:24 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! You totally deserve all the rimming fics ever. ;)*hugs*
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Date: 2004-10-15 01:40 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2004-10-12 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-15 11:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 01:00 pm (UTC)i need an oxygen mask...
holy fuck, woman! 1sttime-rImMiNg-guhleik#$%omg!
*drip drip* <--brain on heyboard
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:27 am (UTC)Hope that was temporary. ;)
I'm so glad you liked the chapter - thank you for your feedback!
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Date: 2004-10-12 03:35 pm (UTC)How is my brain supposed to work after this?
..well, two questions, actually - update soon, yes..?
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:28 am (UTC)Soon, I hope, yes. There will be a bit of break while I write the last two chapters, but I'm trying to get them out as fast as I can.
Thanks for the encouragement!
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Date: 2004-10-12 10:44 pm (UTC)This is, without a doubt, one of the best Vigorli fics I've ever read.
*applauds*
Thanks for sharing! :-)))
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 10:58 pm (UTC)*le purrr*
*le ahhhhh*
Good god I love you woman! I knew I'd find something good if I checked my flist before I went to bed... Yummy. Thanks. It hit the spot... so to speak...
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 12:52 pm (UTC)I love it! I wonder what the next lesson is!!
~K
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 01:20 pm (UTC)PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ;)
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Date: 2004-10-15 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-15 01:57 pm (UTC)*implodes*
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Date: 2004-10-16 09:48 pm (UTC)*glues them back together*
Sorry about that! Glad you liked. :)
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