Fic: Be My Bunny (VO Easter fic)
Title: Be My Bunny (1/1)
Author: laeglass
Pairing: ViggOrli
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Ahaha, I wish. But no, at least not like this.
A/N: Easter fic. Overall silliness. *g*
Beta: tularia *hugs*
“Are you my little brown bunny?” Viggo asked, thumbing the round whorl of Orlando’s ear, giving into his endless fascination with his lover’s ears. Orlando shivered; his ears were very sensitive, and it had been a real torture to have them handled and fondled every single day of filming the Rings. Often it had been Viggo’s pleasant duty to take the ears off, since it tended to have a bit too much of an effect on the tired Elf.
And today, Viggo was definitely feeling Easter-y. It wasn’t the chocolate eggs that Orlando kept hidden under his pillow and in his pockets, and it wasn’t the narcissuses that seemed to have overtaken all available surfaces in the house, and it wasn’t even the St. Matthew Passion that Orlando had put on the cd player on repeat; it was his lover, his own bunny boy, that once again got him in the right mood. The boy had been hopping around the house all day, snacking on chocolate and sniffing the pretty yellow flowers, and as there was spring in the air, the mating call was just too much for Viggo to resist.
Therefore it was no small wonder that the afternoon sun found them in their bedroom, door closed as not to offend Henry’s sensibilities, and chocolate was firmly put away, as Viggo wanted to spare some for post-coital snuggling.
“Mm-hm,” Orlando eagerly agreed, wiggling his round little bottom in Viggo’s direction, hoping that his lover would finally take the hint and give him what he truly wanted. Granted, the extra attention his ears were receiving was nice too; it really humbled him to have such a considerate lover who didn’t only pay attention to his nipples, cock, balls and arse, but also took his time in pleasuring his lover in more unconventional and imaginative ways.
Orlando liked to be Viggo’s bunny, just like he loved being his baby, angel, pretty, boy and Elf; he had only said a firm no to the bunny ears Viggo had wanted him to wear. There are some things you will do for your lover and some that you won’t, and Orlando drew the line to actually dressing up as an animal; the saddle and spurs had been a bit too much.
“Fluffy little cottontail,” his man said fondly and palmed his little bunny’s erection. They were back-to-front because obviously, Orlando looked so sexy on all fours, and bunnies mated like this anyway, and far be it from Viggo to cramp their style.
“Not so fluffy there, am I,” Orlando managed to say, pushing his arse rather strongly against Viggo’s pelvic bone. He had yet to decide whether to be offended at being called little in the tail department, but all thoughts fled when Viggo’s fingers finally decided Orlando was oiled well enough and made to retreat from his slick arse.
“Oi, you’re very fluffy,” Viggo teased and weaved his fingers in Orlando’s lengthy hair, twisting and tugging just enough to pinch but not hard enough to hurt. “Plenty fluffy little plump bunny.”
Orlando’s eyes closed in obvious enjoyment as finally the tip of Viggo’s dick was inserted before the words sank in. “I’m not plump,” he objected, but couldn’t quite suppress the urge to sneak a peek on his own bottom over his shoulder. Viggo’s infuriatingly wide grin informed him that his sneaky peek hadn’t gone unnoticed, and Orlando huffed and tossed his head in annoyance.
“But why am I … uh … a brown bunny?” he grunted, squeezing his man with his strong inner muscles just to get back at him. “I want to be a little white bunny.” A pout threatened. The Easter card his mum had sent had had the sweetest small white rabbit, and Orlando felt he could relate to the little creature, what with being pretty and sweet, and now he was being rendered to a mundane brown bunny. It wasn’t fair.
Viggo shook his head. “Oh no, you have the prettiest… and silkiest… brown fur,” he squeezed out, his hands stroking the slightly curved outline of Orlando’s hip. “And… besides… brown bunnies have always been my.. favourites.”
Orlando’s ears perked in pleasure. “Really?”
“Yes, lovely,” Viggo said, leaning forward to nibble on an inviting neck. “For example… I once had a very tasty… brown rabbit in…” He took a good hold of Orlando’s hips, guessing that the ride would get a bit bumpier after his admission, “New Zealand.”
Orlando’s outrage at being compared to roadkill could only be soothed with chocolate, cuddling and more chocolate; and Henry’s sensibilities were offended again as another bout of lovemaking was inspired by a sweet pouty mouth consuming the sweet fattening substance, and purely artistic enjoyment and appreciation of viewing such innocently debauched action, of course.
END.
Author: laeglass
Pairing: ViggOrli
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Ahaha, I wish. But no, at least not like this.
A/N: Easter fic. Overall silliness. *g*
Beta: tularia *hugs*
“Are you my little brown bunny?” Viggo asked, thumbing the round whorl of Orlando’s ear, giving into his endless fascination with his lover’s ears. Orlando shivered; his ears were very sensitive, and it had been a real torture to have them handled and fondled every single day of filming the Rings. Often it had been Viggo’s pleasant duty to take the ears off, since it tended to have a bit too much of an effect on the tired Elf.
And today, Viggo was definitely feeling Easter-y. It wasn’t the chocolate eggs that Orlando kept hidden under his pillow and in his pockets, and it wasn’t the narcissuses that seemed to have overtaken all available surfaces in the house, and it wasn’t even the St. Matthew Passion that Orlando had put on the cd player on repeat; it was his lover, his own bunny boy, that once again got him in the right mood. The boy had been hopping around the house all day, snacking on chocolate and sniffing the pretty yellow flowers, and as there was spring in the air, the mating call was just too much for Viggo to resist.
Therefore it was no small wonder that the afternoon sun found them in their bedroom, door closed as not to offend Henry’s sensibilities, and chocolate was firmly put away, as Viggo wanted to spare some for post-coital snuggling.
“Mm-hm,” Orlando eagerly agreed, wiggling his round little bottom in Viggo’s direction, hoping that his lover would finally take the hint and give him what he truly wanted. Granted, the extra attention his ears were receiving was nice too; it really humbled him to have such a considerate lover who didn’t only pay attention to his nipples, cock, balls and arse, but also took his time in pleasuring his lover in more unconventional and imaginative ways.
Orlando liked to be Viggo’s bunny, just like he loved being his baby, angel, pretty, boy and Elf; he had only said a firm no to the bunny ears Viggo had wanted him to wear. There are some things you will do for your lover and some that you won’t, and Orlando drew the line to actually dressing up as an animal; the saddle and spurs had been a bit too much.
“Fluffy little cottontail,” his man said fondly and palmed his little bunny’s erection. They were back-to-front because obviously, Orlando looked so sexy on all fours, and bunnies mated like this anyway, and far be it from Viggo to cramp their style.
“Not so fluffy there, am I,” Orlando managed to say, pushing his arse rather strongly against Viggo’s pelvic bone. He had yet to decide whether to be offended at being called little in the tail department, but all thoughts fled when Viggo’s fingers finally decided Orlando was oiled well enough and made to retreat from his slick arse.
“Oi, you’re very fluffy,” Viggo teased and weaved his fingers in Orlando’s lengthy hair, twisting and tugging just enough to pinch but not hard enough to hurt. “Plenty fluffy little plump bunny.”
Orlando’s eyes closed in obvious enjoyment as finally the tip of Viggo’s dick was inserted before the words sank in. “I’m not plump,” he objected, but couldn’t quite suppress the urge to sneak a peek on his own bottom over his shoulder. Viggo’s infuriatingly wide grin informed him that his sneaky peek hadn’t gone unnoticed, and Orlando huffed and tossed his head in annoyance.
“But why am I … uh … a brown bunny?” he grunted, squeezing his man with his strong inner muscles just to get back at him. “I want to be a little white bunny.” A pout threatened. The Easter card his mum had sent had had the sweetest small white rabbit, and Orlando felt he could relate to the little creature, what with being pretty and sweet, and now he was being rendered to a mundane brown bunny. It wasn’t fair.
Viggo shook his head. “Oh no, you have the prettiest… and silkiest… brown fur,” he squeezed out, his hands stroking the slightly curved outline of Orlando’s hip. “And… besides… brown bunnies have always been my.. favourites.”
Orlando’s ears perked in pleasure. “Really?”
“Yes, lovely,” Viggo said, leaning forward to nibble on an inviting neck. “For example… I once had a very tasty… brown rabbit in…” He took a good hold of Orlando’s hips, guessing that the ride would get a bit bumpier after his admission, “New Zealand.”
Orlando’s outrage at being compared to roadkill could only be soothed with chocolate, cuddling and more chocolate; and Henry’s sensibilities were offended again as another bout of lovemaking was inspired by a sweet pouty mouth consuming the sweet fattening substance, and purely artistic enjoyment and appreciation of viewing such innocently debauched action, of course.
END.