Strawberries and Handcream
[OOC: Happens a few days ago, after this]
Bean: *I step into my office having just finished up with my Intro to New Zealand history class, setting my bag on the desk as I sit down in my chair, slouching back and just relaxing for several moments. Usually the class isn't that bad, but today was just horrible*
Viggo: *Wandering back from Davey's where I have just finished taking a few choice snapshots of his cats, I pad back to my office in my bare feet when I walk past Sean's office, and grinning slyly, I knock and let myself in through the connecting door, slinging my camera case onto my shoulder* Hey. You look well shagged, in more ways than one. Long day?
Bean: *I look up when I hear the pad of barefeet on wood and give Viggo a tired grin* Yeah...and I've got three hours of office hours from two to five.
Viggo: Three hours, huh? *Smiling connivingly, I wander over to your desk slowly, setting the camera case down and propping myself on top of your desk* Gee, I wonder how you're going to fill in these three hours. So much time. *Tilts head as I smile down at you*
Bean: *arching an eyebrow* Not a chance in hell, Vig. I may not care what people think, but I don't want to lose my job or get arested.
Viggo: *Putting on a wide-eyed expression* What do you mean? I wasn't insinuating that you do anything...illegal. *scoots over closer on the desk, balancing one bare foot on your chair while I grin at you* Right, Sean?
Bean: Mhm...*I lean back a little in my chair, eyes trailing over Viggo's body* And suppose a student were to show up looking for one of us?
Viggo: *Sitting back as I let your eyes rake over me, I smile indifferently* Well, that's what locks are for, aren't they, Sean?
Bean: Yes...but I'm also supposed to be here for the students during my office hours, Vig.
Viggo: *Shrugs* Well, they can always come back later. Or email you. Or leave a note in your pigeonhole. *trailing a paint-splattered finger along your shoulder thoughtfully* They won't collapse and die if they don't see you for an hour or so. *grins*
Bean: You're incorrigable, Vig. Someone might hear us.
Viggo: *Letting my hand trail from your shoulder to around your mouth, where my fingers linger teasingly* Then I suppose we'll have to be quiet, won't we Sean? If you have trouble keeping quiet...*strokes your lips with a grin* ..I can help in that department.
Bean: *I arch an eyebrow* You can, hm? And what about lube and protection?
Viggo: *Frowns as I remember I don't have anything on me at the moment* You're right. Well, there are a lot of other things we could do that don't need lube. Or protection.
Bean: And just what did you have in mind then?
Viggo: *Sliding off the desk, I step towards your large swivel armchair and climb on it swiftly, straddling you in one go* Oh, I don't know. I thought we could figure out as we go along. *Wrapping arms around your neck, leaning in dangerously close*
Bean: *I grin a little as you move to straddle my lap, letting my hands rest on your hips, fingers stroking lightly over the jeans* Hmm...I might be persuaded...
Viggo: *Grinning, I tilt my head and give you a long, wet kiss, tangling my hands in your hair as I plunge my tongue in, enjoying the taste of you*
Bean: *I murmur against his lips as he kisses me, sucking on his tongue, hands running up his back to tangle in his long hair, holding him close*
Viggo: *Deepening our kiss, I release one of my hands from your hair and slide it down to your shirt pocket, where I slip my hand inside and massage the hard nipple through the fabric, pulling apart for breath* Consider yourself persuaded?
Bean: *I sigh, arching against you* Perhaps...
Viggo: *As you arch towards me, I lick my finger and slip it into your pocket again, wettening the fabric as I carress the hard nub of your nipple* Why are you so stubborn, Sean? Why can't you admit that you just want to fling me onto the desk and take me? *kisses the corner of your mouth*
Bean: Mhm...*I murmur softly, looking at Viggo* Perhaps because I want you to bend me over the desk this time, Vig.
Viggo: *My eyes widen at your words and I grin wickedly, adding a sly thrust towards your hips* Ohhhhh yeah, that would be so good. But like you said, I don't have lube, or protection. What are we going to do about that? *strokes your lips gently*
Bean: *I shiver a little* I don't know...this was your idea, Vig. *smirking* And here I thought your motto was 'be prepared'.
Viggo: *Looking thoughtful for a minute, I reach into my pocket and fish out my wallet.* Just a minute...God, I hope it's still there. *rummages about in my wallet before I sigh with relief* I can't believe it! It's still here. *pulls out a strawberry-flavored condom* A friend had given me this for a joke, but I think it's been a few months. *Grins slyly at you* Anything we could use for lube?
Bean: *I arch an eyebrow and pull the condom out of his hand* Strawberry flavoured? *I cast a glance at my somewhat cluttered desk and spot a tube of handcream. I reach around Vig to grab it and hand it to him*
Viggo: *murmuring with approval as you pass me the hand cream, I try not to smile, but I can't help grinning at you teasingly* I thought you said only ninnies use all these cosmetic creams and such, Sean?
Bean: 's better than a strawberry flavoured condom.
Viggo: *I roll my eyes* It was a gag, I told you that! Jesus, Sean, you make me want to spank you sometimes. *thinks for a while* Okay, maybe all the time. *grinning as I let my hands trail downwards, fingers undoing your belt buckle slowly*
Bean: *chuckling softly I help you get my trousers off* You'd like that, wouldn't you, you kinky bugger.
Viggo: Me? Kinky? Let me rewind ten minutes. *imitates your crisp Yorkshire accent* "I want you to bend me over the desk this time, Vig" *returns to my normal voice, grinning widely* Now just who is the pervert here? Huh?
Bean: Ah, but you were the one who wanted me to 'fling you over the desk and take you'.
Viggo: True, true. Looks like we're both perverts.*Standing up and wrapping my arms around your waist, I pull you up, meeting your mouth with a searing kiss as I back you up against the desk*
Bean: *I return the kiss, only remembering that both the doors to my office are still unlocked when I find myself pressed against the desk. Breaking the kiss, I murmur,* Doors, Vig..need to lock the doors.
Viggo: *Groaning as you pull away, I realise that the doors -do- need to be locked* Right, I'll be right back. *Hopping over quickly to lock every available door, I saunter back to you, a grin on my face* Now, where were we? *picking up the condom, I keep my eyes trained on yours as I rip open the foil packet, smirking*
Bean: *I grin, stepping forward to undo your belt and the buttons of your trousers, sliding them down along with your boxers, then moving to undo the buttons of your shirt* About here, I think.
Viggo: *Breathing heavily as you undress me, I begin backing you up against the desk again, my hard, leaking cock leaving a trail of moisture as it brushes against your upper thigh* Yeah, and you were begging me to bend you over the desk. *Sliding down a hand and stroking your erection, I look at you questioningly* Right?
Bean: *I shiver as you stroke my cock, pressing myself into your hand* Yes...I believe I was.
Viggo: *Grinning, I give you one last wet, lingering kiss before breaking away to whisper in your ear* Turn around.
Bean: *I nod and turn, bracing my elbows on the desk as I lean over it*
Viggo: *Tracing kisses over your neck and shoulder, I roll the condom onto my cock and pick up the tube of handcream and squeeze some in my hand, smearing it quickly all over my cock and fingers before tentatively letting one finger slip into your opening, massaging gently* You okay, there?
Bean: *I make pleased murmurs, arching my back into you, tensing a little at first as you slip a finger into me, but quickly relaxing* Yeah, I'll be fine.
Viggo: *Licking the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, I let my lips move down and nip down lightly on your shoulder as I slowly insert a second finger, taking my time to prepare you* You'll have to let me know if it hurts.
Bean: *I sigh softly, pressing back against your fingers* So far that feels lovely, Vig.
Viggo: *Sighing as I slide my fingers in and out, I feel so impatient that I drag them out quickly, smearing more cream on my cock and positioning the head at your entrance, kissing your ear* Get ready....*I slowly sink my cock in, stopping now and then to let you stretch and adjust, breathing deeply*
Bean: *Gasping as you press your cock into me, a soft moan escaping when you slide in all the way. It hurts some, but I'm relaxed enough so it's not terrible. Once I've completely adjusted I press back against Viggo*
Viggo: *Reaching a hand around to carress your nipple, I let the other hand stroke your hair gently, heady with the rich smell of sweat and the handcream, not allowing myself to thrust yet although your tight, wet heat is so incredible* Oh, Sean...you feel so tight, so good...*kisses up to your earlobe*
Bean: Mhm...*I arch my neck for you, hips thrusting back, wanting you to move in me* Feel so good, Vig. Feels so good with you filling me.
Viggo: Ohhh, yeah...*Finally starting to move within you, I start thrusting gently, my hips bumping against yours as I lick the sweat off your back* Feels so good....Sean....*Grinning wickedly, I use a hand to gently bend you down a bit more* You should see yourself, bent over the desk like that...so hot....
Bean: *Groaning as you finally start to move in me, letting you press me down further, changing the angle so you're nearly hitting my prostate with each thrust* Kinky bugger...
Viggo: *As my thrusts get harder and more urgent, I slip a hand around and take hold of your aching erection, stroking up and down quickly while I moan into your hair, bent over with you* I learnt from the best, Sean...
Bean: *I thrust into your hand, shivering a little now* Your ex? *I can't help teasing a little*
Viggo: *Grinning mischeivously* Which ex? Do you mean the Siberian lion-tamer, or the Peruvian farmer? *Breathless as I feel my orgasm on the brink, I start thrusting with finality now, making sure to hit your prostate every single time while my hand pumps your cock* Or do you mean...the English History professor...
Bean: *I don't have a chance to formulate a reply as my orgasm hits me hard. Biting down hard on my hand to muffle my moans I buck into his hand, spilling myself over him*
Viggo: *Feeling the warm liquid on my hand and some splashing onto the desk, I thrust one final time before I moan your name into your shoulder, spilling everything inside you as I come with a shudder* Oh fuck, Sean.....
Bean: *I lay under you, gasping for breath, head resting on my hands* Shit...
Viggo: *Realising you're still bent uncomfortably over the desk, I chuckle as I let you up, kissing the back of your neck tenderly* Hope you're not too hurt. *Rubbing your hips tenderly, my eyes widen at the mess on your desk* Um, Sean? Is that a pile of student essays?
Bean: *I look down and groan in annoyance* Yes.
Viggo: *Looks down at one of the essays fearfully* Is that stain what I think it is? *Peers at the student's name* Oh no, Dominic Monaghan's paper!
Bean: Stain? Aside from this? *I wave my hands at the semen.
Viggo: How are we going to explain this? *laughing, I slide my arms around you* We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I guess. *nuzzles your neck* Want to go get cleaned up?
Bean: *muttering a little* It's your fault. And yes, I do want to get cleaned up. *I arch my neck into your touch*
Viggo: *Grinning against your neck* Sounds like a great idea. Let's go. *picking up our various clothes*
Bean: *I step into my office having just finished up with my Intro to New Zealand history class, setting my bag on the desk as I sit down in my chair, slouching back and just relaxing for several moments. Usually the class isn't that bad, but today was just horrible*
Viggo: *Wandering back from Davey's where I have just finished taking a few choice snapshots of his cats, I pad back to my office in my bare feet when I walk past Sean's office, and grinning slyly, I knock and let myself in through the connecting door, slinging my camera case onto my shoulder* Hey. You look well shagged, in more ways than one. Long day?
Bean: *I look up when I hear the pad of barefeet on wood and give Viggo a tired grin* Yeah...and I've got three hours of office hours from two to five.
Viggo: Three hours, huh? *Smiling connivingly, I wander over to your desk slowly, setting the camera case down and propping myself on top of your desk* Gee, I wonder how you're going to fill in these three hours. So much time. *Tilts head as I smile down at you*
Bean: *arching an eyebrow* Not a chance in hell, Vig. I may not care what people think, but I don't want to lose my job or get arested.
Viggo: *Putting on a wide-eyed expression* What do you mean? I wasn't insinuating that you do anything...illegal. *scoots over closer on the desk, balancing one bare foot on your chair while I grin at you* Right, Sean?
Bean: Mhm...*I lean back a little in my chair, eyes trailing over Viggo's body* And suppose a student were to show up looking for one of us?
Viggo: *Sitting back as I let your eyes rake over me, I smile indifferently* Well, that's what locks are for, aren't they, Sean?
Bean: Yes...but I'm also supposed to be here for the students during my office hours, Vig.
Viggo: *Shrugs* Well, they can always come back later. Or email you. Or leave a note in your pigeonhole. *trailing a paint-splattered finger along your shoulder thoughtfully* They won't collapse and die if they don't see you for an hour or so. *grins*
Bean: You're incorrigable, Vig. Someone might hear us.
Viggo: *Letting my hand trail from your shoulder to around your mouth, where my fingers linger teasingly* Then I suppose we'll have to be quiet, won't we Sean? If you have trouble keeping quiet...*strokes your lips with a grin* ..I can help in that department.
Bean: *I arch an eyebrow* You can, hm? And what about lube and protection?
Viggo: *Frowns as I remember I don't have anything on me at the moment* You're right. Well, there are a lot of other things we could do that don't need lube. Or protection.
Bean: And just what did you have in mind then?
Viggo: *Sliding off the desk, I step towards your large swivel armchair and climb on it swiftly, straddling you in one go* Oh, I don't know. I thought we could figure out as we go along. *Wrapping arms around your neck, leaning in dangerously close*
Bean: *I grin a little as you move to straddle my lap, letting my hands rest on your hips, fingers stroking lightly over the jeans* Hmm...I might be persuaded...
Viggo: *Grinning, I tilt my head and give you a long, wet kiss, tangling my hands in your hair as I plunge my tongue in, enjoying the taste of you*
Bean: *I murmur against his lips as he kisses me, sucking on his tongue, hands running up his back to tangle in his long hair, holding him close*
Viggo: *Deepening our kiss, I release one of my hands from your hair and slide it down to your shirt pocket, where I slip my hand inside and massage the hard nipple through the fabric, pulling apart for breath* Consider yourself persuaded?
Bean: *I sigh, arching against you* Perhaps...
Viggo: *As you arch towards me, I lick my finger and slip it into your pocket again, wettening the fabric as I carress the hard nub of your nipple* Why are you so stubborn, Sean? Why can't you admit that you just want to fling me onto the desk and take me? *kisses the corner of your mouth*
Bean: Mhm...*I murmur softly, looking at Viggo* Perhaps because I want you to bend me over the desk this time, Vig.
Viggo: *My eyes widen at your words and I grin wickedly, adding a sly thrust towards your hips* Ohhhhh yeah, that would be so good. But like you said, I don't have lube, or protection. What are we going to do about that? *strokes your lips gently*
Bean: *I shiver a little* I don't know...this was your idea, Vig. *smirking* And here I thought your motto was 'be prepared'.
Viggo: *Looking thoughtful for a minute, I reach into my pocket and fish out my wallet.* Just a minute...God, I hope it's still there. *rummages about in my wallet before I sigh with relief* I can't believe it! It's still here. *pulls out a strawberry-flavored condom* A friend had given me this for a joke, but I think it's been a few months. *Grins slyly at you* Anything we could use for lube?
Bean: *I arch an eyebrow and pull the condom out of his hand* Strawberry flavoured? *I cast a glance at my somewhat cluttered desk and spot a tube of handcream. I reach around Vig to grab it and hand it to him*
Viggo: *murmuring with approval as you pass me the hand cream, I try not to smile, but I can't help grinning at you teasingly* I thought you said only ninnies use all these cosmetic creams and such, Sean?
Bean: 's better than a strawberry flavoured condom.
Viggo: *I roll my eyes* It was a gag, I told you that! Jesus, Sean, you make me want to spank you sometimes. *thinks for a while* Okay, maybe all the time. *grinning as I let my hands trail downwards, fingers undoing your belt buckle slowly*
Bean: *chuckling softly I help you get my trousers off* You'd like that, wouldn't you, you kinky bugger.
Viggo: Me? Kinky? Let me rewind ten minutes. *imitates your crisp Yorkshire accent* "I want you to bend me over the desk this time, Vig" *returns to my normal voice, grinning widely* Now just who is the pervert here? Huh?
Bean: Ah, but you were the one who wanted me to 'fling you over the desk and take you'.
Viggo: True, true. Looks like we're both perverts.*Standing up and wrapping my arms around your waist, I pull you up, meeting your mouth with a searing kiss as I back you up against the desk*
Bean: *I return the kiss, only remembering that both the doors to my office are still unlocked when I find myself pressed against the desk. Breaking the kiss, I murmur,* Doors, Vig..need to lock the doors.
Viggo: *Groaning as you pull away, I realise that the doors -do- need to be locked* Right, I'll be right back. *Hopping over quickly to lock every available door, I saunter back to you, a grin on my face* Now, where were we? *picking up the condom, I keep my eyes trained on yours as I rip open the foil packet, smirking*
Bean: *I grin, stepping forward to undo your belt and the buttons of your trousers, sliding them down along with your boxers, then moving to undo the buttons of your shirt* About here, I think.
Viggo: *Breathing heavily as you undress me, I begin backing you up against the desk again, my hard, leaking cock leaving a trail of moisture as it brushes against your upper thigh* Yeah, and you were begging me to bend you over the desk. *Sliding down a hand and stroking your erection, I look at you questioningly* Right?
Bean: *I shiver as you stroke my cock, pressing myself into your hand* Yes...I believe I was.
Viggo: *Grinning, I give you one last wet, lingering kiss before breaking away to whisper in your ear* Turn around.
Bean: *I nod and turn, bracing my elbows on the desk as I lean over it*
Viggo: *Tracing kisses over your neck and shoulder, I roll the condom onto my cock and pick up the tube of handcream and squeeze some in my hand, smearing it quickly all over my cock and fingers before tentatively letting one finger slip into your opening, massaging gently* You okay, there?
Bean: *I make pleased murmurs, arching my back into you, tensing a little at first as you slip a finger into me, but quickly relaxing* Yeah, I'll be fine.
Viggo: *Licking the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, I let my lips move down and nip down lightly on your shoulder as I slowly insert a second finger, taking my time to prepare you* You'll have to let me know if it hurts.
Bean: *I sigh softly, pressing back against your fingers* So far that feels lovely, Vig.
Viggo: *Sighing as I slide my fingers in and out, I feel so impatient that I drag them out quickly, smearing more cream on my cock and positioning the head at your entrance, kissing your ear* Get ready....*I slowly sink my cock in, stopping now and then to let you stretch and adjust, breathing deeply*
Bean: *Gasping as you press your cock into me, a soft moan escaping when you slide in all the way. It hurts some, but I'm relaxed enough so it's not terrible. Once I've completely adjusted I press back against Viggo*
Viggo: *Reaching a hand around to carress your nipple, I let the other hand stroke your hair gently, heady with the rich smell of sweat and the handcream, not allowing myself to thrust yet although your tight, wet heat is so incredible* Oh, Sean...you feel so tight, so good...*kisses up to your earlobe*
Bean: Mhm...*I arch my neck for you, hips thrusting back, wanting you to move in me* Feel so good, Vig. Feels so good with you filling me.
Viggo: Ohhh, yeah...*Finally starting to move within you, I start thrusting gently, my hips bumping against yours as I lick the sweat off your back* Feels so good....Sean....*Grinning wickedly, I use a hand to gently bend you down a bit more* You should see yourself, bent over the desk like that...so hot....
Bean: *Groaning as you finally start to move in me, letting you press me down further, changing the angle so you're nearly hitting my prostate with each thrust* Kinky bugger...
Viggo: *As my thrusts get harder and more urgent, I slip a hand around and take hold of your aching erection, stroking up and down quickly while I moan into your hair, bent over with you* I learnt from the best, Sean...
Bean: *I thrust into your hand, shivering a little now* Your ex? *I can't help teasing a little*
Viggo: *Grinning mischeivously* Which ex? Do you mean the Siberian lion-tamer, or the Peruvian farmer? *Breathless as I feel my orgasm on the brink, I start thrusting with finality now, making sure to hit your prostate every single time while my hand pumps your cock* Or do you mean...the English History professor...
Bean: *I don't have a chance to formulate a reply as my orgasm hits me hard. Biting down hard on my hand to muffle my moans I buck into his hand, spilling myself over him*
Viggo: *Feeling the warm liquid on my hand and some splashing onto the desk, I thrust one final time before I moan your name into your shoulder, spilling everything inside you as I come with a shudder* Oh fuck, Sean.....
Bean: *I lay under you, gasping for breath, head resting on my hands* Shit...
Viggo: *Realising you're still bent uncomfortably over the desk, I chuckle as I let you up, kissing the back of your neck tenderly* Hope you're not too hurt. *Rubbing your hips tenderly, my eyes widen at the mess on your desk* Um, Sean? Is that a pile of student essays?
Bean: *I look down and groan in annoyance* Yes.
Viggo: *Looks down at one of the essays fearfully* Is that stain what I think it is? *Peers at the student's name* Oh no, Dominic Monaghan's paper!
Bean: Stain? Aside from this? *I wave my hands at the semen.
Viggo: How are we going to explain this? *laughing, I slide my arms around you* We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I guess. *nuzzles your neck* Want to go get cleaned up?
Bean: *muttering a little* It's your fault. And yes, I do want to get cleaned up. *I arch my neck into your touch*
Viggo: *Grinning against your neck* Sounds like a great idea. Let's go. *picking up our various clothes*