Cock Rings are a Boy's Best Friend.
Title: Cock Rings are a Boy's Best Friend.
Author: legolas_is_mine
Beta: mesnica
Fandom: LOTRPS
Characters: Viggorli
Prompt: 30. Exhibitionist
Word Count: 2004
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This is not at all true, I made it up in my brain and I'm not alleging anything about anyone.
Author's Notes: Just a bit of kinky smut for mesnica, in return for a kraken banner *g*
Viggo couldn’t say he was surprised by the sight that met his eyes when he went into his trailer, but it was certainly unexpected. Orlando’s naked arse was wriggling in the air as the young man searched the cupboard under the makeup table for something. Possibly some underwear, but one never knew with Orlando; either way, he was definitely asking for either a spanking or a fucking; probably both if Viggo knew his boyfriend at all.
“You need to be careful with that, elfboy, or someone might think you’re asking for it and take advantage of you.” Viggo grinned as he spoke to Orlando, goosing the young man’s backside and making him jerk in shock, banging his head on the table top as he did so.
“OWWW! Viggo what did you do that for?” Orlando squealed, turning round abruptly and leaping into Viggo’s arms, presenting the top of his head to the older man for the application of kisses.
Viggo complied with a smile on his face; he was well used to Orlando’s demands to be “kissed better” on the receipt of even the smallest injury. When the young man had fallen off his horse several weeks before, Viggo had had to spend hours comforting his young lover, kissing his bruised chest and rocking the young man in his arms soothingly, not to mention giving him numerous blow jobs and fucking him several times a day, to aid the healing process as Orlando had insisted, and Viggo was hardly going to refuse such a blatant invitation.
Right now though, he needed to teach the elf a lesson about stripping off in an unlocked trailer, especially with the behind the scenes camera crew wandering about the place as they did these days, filming everything they could get their hands on as though they were planning to blackmail the actors at a later date.
Pulling Orlando close and kissing him deeply, Viggo reached behind himself and turned the key in the lock, then pushing Orlando forward so that he was almost sitting on the table, his legs either side of Viggo’s body.
“I wanted to know what my little show-off was up to now. You’re going to get in trouble one day, you know, stripping off in the trailer with the door open like this. What were you doing under the table anyway, love?” Viggo asked, stroking Orlando’s cheek and placing his other hand firmly on the young man’s cock, stroking the organ to full hardness as Orlando tried to speak to him, his voice hitching as his arousal grew in strength.
“I… I was getting changed, and I saw something sparkly under there so I wanted to get it. I forgot the door was unlocked,” Orlando replied, nuzzling into Viggo’s hand and bucking his hips up to try and increase the friction on his cock.
“You forgot, did you? I don’t think you did. I think you wanted someone to walk in on you, little slut that you are. You’d put on a show for anyone, wouldn’t you?” Viggo teased, making Orlando blush. His penchant for exhibitionism was well known amongst the cast, and his random stripping off have become almost legendary by this point in filming, though Viggo was doing his best to put a stop to that.
“Did you manage to get your shiny?” Viggo asked, using his body to press Orlando’s hips to the table, holding him still whilst Viggo continued to torture him with the barest of touches to the young man’s swollen organ.
Orlando nodded, opening one hand to reveal a silver cock ring that Viggo remembered throwing on the floor when he had pulled it from Orlando’s trembling body several weeks before.
“You know, I was wondering where that went,” Viggo teased, taking the ring from his lover’s shaking hand and looking at it thoughtfully.
Orlando shivered at the predatory look in Viggo’s eyes, trying to push his body closer to the other man’s but held in place by the larger form. He looked like a wild animal caught in the headlamps of Viggo’s car, his eyes wide with a mixture of nerves and arousal as he wondered what Viggo proposed to do with the ring now that Orlando had so thoughtfully found it for him. He didn’t have to speculate for long, as Viggo flicked open the catch on the shiny steel object and took Orlando’s cock in his other hand.
“No no no no no no no no,” Orlando stammered, trying to move backwards before remembering the table behind him. He well remembered how that cold metal had tortured him when Viggo had introduced him to it, forcing him to wear it all day whilst they rode horses across the plains of Middle Earth. It had been a long, old day before filming had wrapped and Orlando had finally got the fucking he had been desperate for the whole day.
“You don’t like it?” Viggo asked, pretending shock and leaning forward to kiss Orlando firmly on the lips, a soul sucking kiss that completely distracted the young man from all other considerations until he felt the cold steel against his boiling cock, holding his arousal tightly in its grasp, holding back the tides of his need and preventing him from coming until Viggo allowed it.
The catch on the device was something that Orlando could barely work when it wasn’t squeezing his lower brain, and when it was, he was powerless within its grasp. Viggo smiled at Orlando, a nasty smile that Orlando had seen many, many times before, usually right before Viggo did something utterly delicious and thoroughly depraved to him.
Viggo drew Orlando over to the large couch and sat down, pushing Orlando down next to him.
“Over my lap, pet. You need to remember to lock the door if you’re going to get naked. I think six of the best might help your memory, hmm?” Viggo said, helping Orlando into position, his pert arse hovering above Viggo’s knees, his cock trapped between his groin and his lover’s knees. Orlando whimpered, thrusting vainly into Viggo’s legs, stopping abruptly when the other man laid a firm hand on his backside.
“Uhn…” Orlando groaned, about all the coherency he could manage, given that one of Viggo’s fingers had sneaked inside his arse when he was otherwise occupied.
Viggo smirked, removing his finger and swatting Orlando hard, rubbing over the handprint left on the boy’s pale skin.
“Count for me, sweetheart, or I might forget and give you too many,” Viggo said softly, tickling Orlando’s hip gently, making him squirm.
“O….one,” Orlando managed, wriggling his arse again, begging wordlessly for a second slap, with which Viggo was happy to oblige him. Each strike increased in force until Orlando was writhing deliciously under Viggo’s hand, his arse radiating heat, his higher brain functions all gone as he just managed to gasp out the number six on the final strike.
“Good boy,” Viggo soothed, rubbing Orlando’s arse with the cooling gel that was generally to be found around the trailer, it being useful for the various small aches gained during the shoot. “I expect you want a reward now, huh?”
Orlando nodded eagerly, bumping his nose on the sofa as he turned to give Viggo his most eager look. Wrinkling his nose balefully, Orlando pushed his arse upwards, telling Viggo very clearly what he wanted.
“Alright, love, calm down,” Viggo soothed him, using the gel as a lubricant and slipping two fingers inside of Orlando. The young man bucked underneath him, his cock hitting Viggo’s legs as his body moved in reaction to the digits probing his passage.
“Please Viggo, please can I come… I’ve been hard all day!” Orlando begged.
Viggo grinned, he knew well that it was true; the costume lady had spent the whole day scowling at the line of Orlando’s tunic, which quite simply refused to lie flat. Happily, Orlando had been able to conceal his erection from the camera; in most of his scenes that day he had been wearing his Lothlórien cloak, which had hidden his distended tunic from the eyes of those who didn’t know to look.
“Awww, did you get told off?” Viggo teased, timing his question with a rub of his fingers over the small nub of nerves inside Orlando.
Orlando nodded miserably. He really wasn’t to blame for the fact that Viggo had refused him permission to come that morning, the detail that he had woken up an hour late was really the older man’s fault, too. If Viggo didn’t wear him out so much then he would wake up on time.
Viggo grinned, pulling his fingers out of Orlando.
“Get up, pet, and brace yourself against the back of the sofa,” Viggo told him, cutting off Orlando’s whine of protest at the loss of sensation with the promise of something far better.
Orlando scrambled into position, followed quickly by his lover, who shed his pants and slicked up his cock unceremoniously. Viggo placed a hand on Orlando’s back, holding him still whilst he pushed his cock into the still tight hole in the centre of Orlando’s tempting arse. Orlando moaned happily when Viggo’s other hand took his prick in hand, squeezing it gently and fiddling with the ring at its base.
“You can come as soon as it’s off, pet,” Viggo murmured into one of Orlando’s ears, knowing that the young man was utterly desperate for it. Pulling the cock ring off and dropping it onto the sofa cushion, Viggo groaned in pleasure when Orlando’s arse tightened around his cock as Orlando’s orgasm swept over him.
Viggo continued to thrust into Orlando’s now somewhat limp form, milking his boy’s cock for all it would give, biting down on the other man’s neck when Orlando arched up into him.
“Please…” Orlando gasped, bucking his hips back into Viggo’s thrusts.
“Please what?” Viggo asked, just about managing to still speak sensibly in spite of the proximity of his orgasm.
“Please come in me, Viggo!” Orlando cried out. He adored the feeling of having an arseful of his lover, his master, and when Viggo came inside him, it just made it last longer. If it were possible, Orlando would always have Viggo’s cock - or his come - inside of him, a constant reminder of the man to whom he had pledged his life.
Viggo gave Orlando his wish, not that he had a lot of choice at this point, his ecstasy overtaking him, come spurting from his cock and filling Orlando’s waiting passage with spunk.
Orlando murmured happily, collapsing onto the couch and curling into Viggo when the other man sat next to him and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly for a moment before letting go for as long as it took to pull his trousers back on and grab a blanket in which to wrap Orlando whilst the young man dozed in a happy after sex dream.
Viggo left Orlando to doze whilst he tidied the trailer and pocketed the cock ring - it was far too fun a toy to leave here, even if it was tempting to let Beanie find it, just to see the expression on the other man’s face when he realised that his co-stars had once again shagged on the couch. Grabbing a couple of make-up removal pads, Viggo scrubbed at the wad of come that Orlando had left on the couch before grabbing the jogging bottoms and t-shirt that Orlando had worn to set that day.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” Viggo coaxed, pulling the blanket open and smiling down at the rather satisfied, sleepy face looking up at him.
Orlando pouted up at him, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slowly. Viggo helped him to his feet, pulling the faded t-shirt over his head, and holding him up whilst he stepped shakily into his trousers.
“Home?” Orlando asked hopefully, his smile widening when Viggo nodded, the older man slinging an arm across his shoulder as they walked over to the car, ready to drive home.
Author: legolas_is_mine
Beta: mesnica
Fandom: LOTRPS
Characters: Viggorli
Prompt: 30. Exhibitionist
Word Count: 2004
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This is not at all true, I made it up in my brain and I'm not alleging anything about anyone.
Author's Notes: Just a bit of kinky smut for mesnica, in return for a kraken banner *g*
Viggo couldn’t say he was surprised by the sight that met his eyes when he went into his trailer, but it was certainly unexpected. Orlando’s naked arse was wriggling in the air as the young man searched the cupboard under the makeup table for something. Possibly some underwear, but one never knew with Orlando; either way, he was definitely asking for either a spanking or a fucking; probably both if Viggo knew his boyfriend at all.
“You need to be careful with that, elfboy, or someone might think you’re asking for it and take advantage of you.” Viggo grinned as he spoke to Orlando, goosing the young man’s backside and making him jerk in shock, banging his head on the table top as he did so.
“OWWW! Viggo what did you do that for?” Orlando squealed, turning round abruptly and leaping into Viggo’s arms, presenting the top of his head to the older man for the application of kisses.
Viggo complied with a smile on his face; he was well used to Orlando’s demands to be “kissed better” on the receipt of even the smallest injury. When the young man had fallen off his horse several weeks before, Viggo had had to spend hours comforting his young lover, kissing his bruised chest and rocking the young man in his arms soothingly, not to mention giving him numerous blow jobs and fucking him several times a day, to aid the healing process as Orlando had insisted, and Viggo was hardly going to refuse such a blatant invitation.
Right now though, he needed to teach the elf a lesson about stripping off in an unlocked trailer, especially with the behind the scenes camera crew wandering about the place as they did these days, filming everything they could get their hands on as though they were planning to blackmail the actors at a later date.
Pulling Orlando close and kissing him deeply, Viggo reached behind himself and turned the key in the lock, then pushing Orlando forward so that he was almost sitting on the table, his legs either side of Viggo’s body.
“I wanted to know what my little show-off was up to now. You’re going to get in trouble one day, you know, stripping off in the trailer with the door open like this. What were you doing under the table anyway, love?” Viggo asked, stroking Orlando’s cheek and placing his other hand firmly on the young man’s cock, stroking the organ to full hardness as Orlando tried to speak to him, his voice hitching as his arousal grew in strength.
“I… I was getting changed, and I saw something sparkly under there so I wanted to get it. I forgot the door was unlocked,” Orlando replied, nuzzling into Viggo’s hand and bucking his hips up to try and increase the friction on his cock.
“You forgot, did you? I don’t think you did. I think you wanted someone to walk in on you, little slut that you are. You’d put on a show for anyone, wouldn’t you?” Viggo teased, making Orlando blush. His penchant for exhibitionism was well known amongst the cast, and his random stripping off have become almost legendary by this point in filming, though Viggo was doing his best to put a stop to that.
“Did you manage to get your shiny?” Viggo asked, using his body to press Orlando’s hips to the table, holding him still whilst Viggo continued to torture him with the barest of touches to the young man’s swollen organ.
Orlando nodded, opening one hand to reveal a silver cock ring that Viggo remembered throwing on the floor when he had pulled it from Orlando’s trembling body several weeks before.
“You know, I was wondering where that went,” Viggo teased, taking the ring from his lover’s shaking hand and looking at it thoughtfully.
Orlando shivered at the predatory look in Viggo’s eyes, trying to push his body closer to the other man’s but held in place by the larger form. He looked like a wild animal caught in the headlamps of Viggo’s car, his eyes wide with a mixture of nerves and arousal as he wondered what Viggo proposed to do with the ring now that Orlando had so thoughtfully found it for him. He didn’t have to speculate for long, as Viggo flicked open the catch on the shiny steel object and took Orlando’s cock in his other hand.
“No no no no no no no no,” Orlando stammered, trying to move backwards before remembering the table behind him. He well remembered how that cold metal had tortured him when Viggo had introduced him to it, forcing him to wear it all day whilst they rode horses across the plains of Middle Earth. It had been a long, old day before filming had wrapped and Orlando had finally got the fucking he had been desperate for the whole day.
“You don’t like it?” Viggo asked, pretending shock and leaning forward to kiss Orlando firmly on the lips, a soul sucking kiss that completely distracted the young man from all other considerations until he felt the cold steel against his boiling cock, holding his arousal tightly in its grasp, holding back the tides of his need and preventing him from coming until Viggo allowed it.
The catch on the device was something that Orlando could barely work when it wasn’t squeezing his lower brain, and when it was, he was powerless within its grasp. Viggo smiled at Orlando, a nasty smile that Orlando had seen many, many times before, usually right before Viggo did something utterly delicious and thoroughly depraved to him.
Viggo drew Orlando over to the large couch and sat down, pushing Orlando down next to him.
“Over my lap, pet. You need to remember to lock the door if you’re going to get naked. I think six of the best might help your memory, hmm?” Viggo said, helping Orlando into position, his pert arse hovering above Viggo’s knees, his cock trapped between his groin and his lover’s knees. Orlando whimpered, thrusting vainly into Viggo’s legs, stopping abruptly when the other man laid a firm hand on his backside.
“Uhn…” Orlando groaned, about all the coherency he could manage, given that one of Viggo’s fingers had sneaked inside his arse when he was otherwise occupied.
Viggo smirked, removing his finger and swatting Orlando hard, rubbing over the handprint left on the boy’s pale skin.
“Count for me, sweetheart, or I might forget and give you too many,” Viggo said softly, tickling Orlando’s hip gently, making him squirm.
“O….one,” Orlando managed, wriggling his arse again, begging wordlessly for a second slap, with which Viggo was happy to oblige him. Each strike increased in force until Orlando was writhing deliciously under Viggo’s hand, his arse radiating heat, his higher brain functions all gone as he just managed to gasp out the number six on the final strike.
“Good boy,” Viggo soothed, rubbing Orlando’s arse with the cooling gel that was generally to be found around the trailer, it being useful for the various small aches gained during the shoot. “I expect you want a reward now, huh?”
Orlando nodded eagerly, bumping his nose on the sofa as he turned to give Viggo his most eager look. Wrinkling his nose balefully, Orlando pushed his arse upwards, telling Viggo very clearly what he wanted.
“Alright, love, calm down,” Viggo soothed him, using the gel as a lubricant and slipping two fingers inside of Orlando. The young man bucked underneath him, his cock hitting Viggo’s legs as his body moved in reaction to the digits probing his passage.
“Please Viggo, please can I come… I’ve been hard all day!” Orlando begged.
Viggo grinned, he knew well that it was true; the costume lady had spent the whole day scowling at the line of Orlando’s tunic, which quite simply refused to lie flat. Happily, Orlando had been able to conceal his erection from the camera; in most of his scenes that day he had been wearing his Lothlórien cloak, which had hidden his distended tunic from the eyes of those who didn’t know to look.
“Awww, did you get told off?” Viggo teased, timing his question with a rub of his fingers over the small nub of nerves inside Orlando.
Orlando nodded miserably. He really wasn’t to blame for the fact that Viggo had refused him permission to come that morning, the detail that he had woken up an hour late was really the older man’s fault, too. If Viggo didn’t wear him out so much then he would wake up on time.
Viggo grinned, pulling his fingers out of Orlando.
“Get up, pet, and brace yourself against the back of the sofa,” Viggo told him, cutting off Orlando’s whine of protest at the loss of sensation with the promise of something far better.
Orlando scrambled into position, followed quickly by his lover, who shed his pants and slicked up his cock unceremoniously. Viggo placed a hand on Orlando’s back, holding him still whilst he pushed his cock into the still tight hole in the centre of Orlando’s tempting arse. Orlando moaned happily when Viggo’s other hand took his prick in hand, squeezing it gently and fiddling with the ring at its base.
“You can come as soon as it’s off, pet,” Viggo murmured into one of Orlando’s ears, knowing that the young man was utterly desperate for it. Pulling the cock ring off and dropping it onto the sofa cushion, Viggo groaned in pleasure when Orlando’s arse tightened around his cock as Orlando’s orgasm swept over him.
Viggo continued to thrust into Orlando’s now somewhat limp form, milking his boy’s cock for all it would give, biting down on the other man’s neck when Orlando arched up into him.
“Please…” Orlando gasped, bucking his hips back into Viggo’s thrusts.
“Please what?” Viggo asked, just about managing to still speak sensibly in spite of the proximity of his orgasm.
“Please come in me, Viggo!” Orlando cried out. He adored the feeling of having an arseful of his lover, his master, and when Viggo came inside him, it just made it last longer. If it were possible, Orlando would always have Viggo’s cock - or his come - inside of him, a constant reminder of the man to whom he had pledged his life.
Viggo gave Orlando his wish, not that he had a lot of choice at this point, his ecstasy overtaking him, come spurting from his cock and filling Orlando’s waiting passage with spunk.
Orlando murmured happily, collapsing onto the couch and curling into Viggo when the other man sat next to him and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly for a moment before letting go for as long as it took to pull his trousers back on and grab a blanket in which to wrap Orlando whilst the young man dozed in a happy after sex dream.
Viggo left Orlando to doze whilst he tidied the trailer and pocketed the cock ring - it was far too fun a toy to leave here, even if it was tempting to let Beanie find it, just to see the expression on the other man’s face when he realised that his co-stars had once again shagged on the couch. Grabbing a couple of make-up removal pads, Viggo scrubbed at the wad of come that Orlando had left on the couch before grabbing the jogging bottoms and t-shirt that Orlando had worn to set that day.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” Viggo coaxed, pulling the blanket open and smiling down at the rather satisfied, sleepy face looking up at him.
Orlando pouted up at him, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slowly. Viggo helped him to his feet, pulling the faded t-shirt over his head, and holding him up whilst he stepped shakily into his trousers.
“Home?” Orlando asked hopefully, his smile widening when Viggo nodded, the older man slinging an arm across his shoulder as they walked over to the car, ready to drive home.