The More the Merrier
Title : The More the Merrier
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean/Ian McKellen
Rating : NC-17 - references to BDSM under the cut
Summary: In this case, three is most certainly not a crowd
A/N : To the tres impatient but very lovely kittylass
"Nobody is to come until I say so," only Orlando could sound masterful when he was the prettiest meat in the sandwich anyone could wish for.
"Were you always this bossy?" Ian wondered aloud, sounding only the tiniest bit strained. His cock was buried deep inside Orlando whose cock was buried deep inside of Sean.
"Yes, he was," Sean piped up, then squawked as Orlando reached round to pinch his nipple. "Ouch…" he moaned and fell silent. Even though they were not officially in scene, he didn't want Ian to think he was anything other than a credit to his Master.
It was the night of the BAFTAS; Ian had come round, ostensibly to have a post party drink though not a one of them had supposed they'd be anything other than naked before they'd seen the bottom of the first glass. Sean had sucked Ian's extraordinarily large member until he'd nearly choked but Orlando had no intention of anyone else ever fucking his boy, his lover again so they had arranged themselves thus.
Ian was more than happy to be directed, was very good at taking direction and was delighted for Orlando to tell him what to do.
* * *
Ian?" Peter gestured to a young, slightly gawky man who was clearly on the cusp of growing into a great beauty. "This is Orlando Bloom…"
Many people were fooled by the limpid brown eyes that could glint so wickedly. Many people underestimated the strength in that handshake, the way Orlando sized people up. But not Ian. He knew instinctively that there was way more to this young man than met the eye. He smiled.
"Ian McKellen ..." there was a pause. "At your service..." he added, his eyes dropped to the ground for a moment.
Sits the wind in that quarter?
"I might just take you up on that," Orlando's eyes were twinkling. He had an idea that the great actor would look rather fetching on his knees, even more fetching when he had an arseful of Orlando's cock.
And so it turned out. He played with Ian regularly while Ian regularly fucked any one who stood still long enough, well any pretty boy. He was most peeved that Orlando had caught Sean who he had been eyeing with great interest. He was even more peeved when Elijah snuck in and took Viggo. However, Ian was of a sunny nature and before long, he was making do, and doing very well, with Harry and Karl. Two being better than one in his very humble opinion.
* * *
Sean moaned. "Please Sir, please let me come..." it was too much knowing that his Master was being fucked too. Fucked by Ian's prodigiously large cock and he could tell Orlando was feeling it, he knew every sound, every hitched breath that Orlando made. He could feel Orlando's cock responding and it was killing him. There was an extra frisson in knowing that they were filming this so he and Orlando could watch at a later date. And Ian too, he was taking a copy to New Zealand to show Harry and Karl.
"Not yet," Orlando's voice sounded even more strained. Ian's cock felt like it was drilling him rather than fucking him. Dear god, he wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a week at this rate.
"Please Sir," Ian chimed in. Orlando was deliciously tight and he knew Sean was feeling it by proxy and he really wouldn't be able to hold on very much longer. "Please," he loved to beg. "Please let me come, please, please..." he saved his best begging for Harry and Karl but there was still a pitiful whine to his tone.
* * *
The first time Sean watched Orlando dominating Ian he thanked the deities he had found the man of his dreams even though he'd no idea he had been looking for said man, plus he knew that he would never forget the moment Ian's will broke under Orlando's.
Deep brown eyes darkened and sparked whilst the older, wiser man rendered unto Caesar. Folding up, Ian's head went down to rest on Orlando's foot. "Sir," he murmured. Unwittingly he had exposed his Achilles heel thus showing Orlando exactly how to put him down and keep him down. Sean watched, hands tied behind his back while his cock twitched uselessly in its cock ring.
"If you ever defy me again, you disgusting excuse for a boy, I will make sure you don't come for a month..." and he meant it. Karl and Harry were happy to make Ian suffer as much as Ian wanted to suffer. No one had any idea just how much Ian enjoyed suffering like this and all were entranced to find out.
* * *
The air in the room was charged with enough sexual tension to light the national grid and still Orlando held on, he wanted the moment to go on forever, his arse full of thick pulsating cock, a cock so big it felt like it might rend him in two, whilst underneath him, his beautiful boy was covered in a sheen of sweat, waiting to come.
"Now...." finally he had to give the word, flooding Sean's with what felt like a never ending stream of come whilst Ian finally let go, jerking against Orlando and moaning softly.
Eventually they unglued themselves, Ian collapsing on the bed and Sean staying where he was, arse high in the air while Orlando rolled to the side.
"Get to it boy," he nudged Ian with his toe and grinned, all un-dom like as Ian dragged himself up. Crawling over to Sean, he spread him wide open and begun to lick and suck at his hole, cleaning up the come that was leaking out.
Orlando settled himself back gingerly. He would be out of it for a while but he had every intention of exhausting his slave and his boy so that neither would be fit for anything tomorrow or the day after.
"Pretty sluts," he crooned, already planning what he would do with them next time.
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean/Ian McKellen
Rating : NC-17 - references to BDSM under the cut
Summary: In this case, three is most certainly not a crowd
A/N : To the tres impatient but very lovely kittylass
"Nobody is to come until I say so," only Orlando could sound masterful when he was the prettiest meat in the sandwich anyone could wish for.
"Were you always this bossy?" Ian wondered aloud, sounding only the tiniest bit strained. His cock was buried deep inside Orlando whose cock was buried deep inside of Sean.
"Yes, he was," Sean piped up, then squawked as Orlando reached round to pinch his nipple. "Ouch…" he moaned and fell silent. Even though they were not officially in scene, he didn't want Ian to think he was anything other than a credit to his Master.
It was the night of the BAFTAS; Ian had come round, ostensibly to have a post party drink though not a one of them had supposed they'd be anything other than naked before they'd seen the bottom of the first glass. Sean had sucked Ian's extraordinarily large member until he'd nearly choked but Orlando had no intention of anyone else ever fucking his boy, his lover again so they had arranged themselves thus.
Ian was more than happy to be directed, was very good at taking direction and was delighted for Orlando to tell him what to do.
* * *
Ian?" Peter gestured to a young, slightly gawky man who was clearly on the cusp of growing into a great beauty. "This is Orlando Bloom…"
Many people were fooled by the limpid brown eyes that could glint so wickedly. Many people underestimated the strength in that handshake, the way Orlando sized people up. But not Ian. He knew instinctively that there was way more to this young man than met the eye. He smiled.
"Ian McKellen ..." there was a pause. "At your service..." he added, his eyes dropped to the ground for a moment.
Sits the wind in that quarter?
"I might just take you up on that," Orlando's eyes were twinkling. He had an idea that the great actor would look rather fetching on his knees, even more fetching when he had an arseful of Orlando's cock.
And so it turned out. He played with Ian regularly while Ian regularly fucked any one who stood still long enough, well any pretty boy. He was most peeved that Orlando had caught Sean who he had been eyeing with great interest. He was even more peeved when Elijah snuck in and took Viggo. However, Ian was of a sunny nature and before long, he was making do, and doing very well, with Harry and Karl. Two being better than one in his very humble opinion.
* * *
Sean moaned. "Please Sir, please let me come..." it was too much knowing that his Master was being fucked too. Fucked by Ian's prodigiously large cock and he could tell Orlando was feeling it, he knew every sound, every hitched breath that Orlando made. He could feel Orlando's cock responding and it was killing him. There was an extra frisson in knowing that they were filming this so he and Orlando could watch at a later date. And Ian too, he was taking a copy to New Zealand to show Harry and Karl.
"Not yet," Orlando's voice sounded even more strained. Ian's cock felt like it was drilling him rather than fucking him. Dear god, he wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a week at this rate.
"Please Sir," Ian chimed in. Orlando was deliciously tight and he knew Sean was feeling it by proxy and he really wouldn't be able to hold on very much longer. "Please," he loved to beg. "Please let me come, please, please..." he saved his best begging for Harry and Karl but there was still a pitiful whine to his tone.
* * *
The first time Sean watched Orlando dominating Ian he thanked the deities he had found the man of his dreams even though he'd no idea he had been looking for said man, plus he knew that he would never forget the moment Ian's will broke under Orlando's.
Deep brown eyes darkened and sparked whilst the older, wiser man rendered unto Caesar. Folding up, Ian's head went down to rest on Orlando's foot. "Sir," he murmured. Unwittingly he had exposed his Achilles heel thus showing Orlando exactly how to put him down and keep him down. Sean watched, hands tied behind his back while his cock twitched uselessly in its cock ring.
"If you ever defy me again, you disgusting excuse for a boy, I will make sure you don't come for a month..." and he meant it. Karl and Harry were happy to make Ian suffer as much as Ian wanted to suffer. No one had any idea just how much Ian enjoyed suffering like this and all were entranced to find out.
* * *
The air in the room was charged with enough sexual tension to light the national grid and still Orlando held on, he wanted the moment to go on forever, his arse full of thick pulsating cock, a cock so big it felt like it might rend him in two, whilst underneath him, his beautiful boy was covered in a sheen of sweat, waiting to come.
"Now...." finally he had to give the word, flooding Sean's with what felt like a never ending stream of come whilst Ian finally let go, jerking against Orlando and moaning softly.
Eventually they unglued themselves, Ian collapsing on the bed and Sean staying where he was, arse high in the air while Orlando rolled to the side.
"Get to it boy," he nudged Ian with his toe and grinned, all un-dom like as Ian dragged himself up. Crawling over to Sean, he spread him wide open and begun to lick and suck at his hole, cleaning up the come that was leaking out.
Orlando settled himself back gingerly. He would be out of it for a while but he had every intention of exhausting his slave and his boy so that neither would be fit for anything tomorrow or the day after.
"Pretty sluts," he crooned, already planning what he would do with them next time.