December 19
As usual thanks for the fb, hopefully I'll soon have time to answer some again. *pouts*
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December 19
"Babe," Viggo said from the doorway, making Orlando look up from the book he was reading. "You don't actually mean that I should set you on fire, right?"
Orlando rolled his eyes, putting the book away. "Of course not."
"So what do you mean?"
Orlando shrugged with a smile. "It's completely up to you."
"In that case… take off all your clothes and wait right there."
Viggo disappeared from the doorway and Orlando hurriedly obeyed his order, getting completely naked before sitting back down. Looking around he realized it had been ages since his room had witnessed a good fucking; it was certainly about time for it to do so again. His cock was rapidly swelling as he anticipated what Viggo might have come up with and Orlando formed his hand into a fist around it, tugging it lightly.
When Viggo reappeared he was naked as well, his cock waving in time with his movements, and he was carrying a box in his hands. Orlando looked at the box with avid interest, it was rather large and Viggo could have hidden a lot of goodies in there. Viggo put the box down on the couch next to Orlando and bent down to give him a kiss.
"Close your eyes," Viggo said and Orlando obeyed, even if the sound of Viggo opening the box made it very hard indeed.
Viggo put a blindfold on him and Orlando pouted.
"That's like cheating," he complained.
"My game, my rules," Viggo retorted.
Seconds later Orlando had his hands cuffed behind his back and the pout intensified; he wanted to be able to touch Viggo. This time he made no comment though since it seemed futile.
Viggo kept rummaging around in the box, humming Christmas songs to himself, and Orlando really wished he could see what was being picked up. Every now and then Viggo would lean forward and lick the head of Orlando's cock, making the younger man moan with need for more.
Still humming, Viggo pushed Orlando over and arranged him until he was lying down on the couch. Orlando squirmed into a somewhat comfortable position, but his cuffed hands were a bit of a bother. The younger man recognized the sound of a lighter and sniffed the air; Viggo had lit a candle, or several.
"First you blindfold me, then you set the mood lighting. That's unfair," he complained.
"Who said anything about mood lights?" Viggo replied.
Orlando frowned. "But what…" his voice trailed off. "Oh."
Viggo chuckled and pressed a kiss to Orlando's lips. "You're a quick thinker, my love. Don't say you didn't think it."
"Well maybe I thought about it… but… I don't know… Will I like it?"
Viggo laughed, running a hand down Orlando's torso. "Only time will tell."
Orlando squirmed in anticipation; he knew the wax would sting on his skin, but when and where?
"Ow," he said when the first droplets of hot wax landed on his stomach. The sting felt nice, in an odd way. The wax was soon followed by Viggo's tongue soothing the area around his abused skin, and shivers of pleasure ran through him.
Viggo continued in much the same way until Orlando was moaning loudly with every splash of wax and squirmed in delicate agony while Viggo's gentle tongue licked away the hurt. Orlando couldn't remember ever being so hard; his cock was throbbing against his stomach, drooling a steady amount of precome.
"You'll make me come like this," Orlando panted when a drop of wax landed on his nipple, sending a white-hot bolt of pleasure and pain through his body.
"You can come as many times as you want, just don't shoot," Viggo responded, giving Orlando a thorough kiss that stole the very last of his breath.
"I'm not sure I can, I might be dead," Orlando responded weakly.
Viggo chuckled; the sound enveloped Orlando like a comforting blanket, making him feel like he was floating in a cocoon where everything was nice, happy and pleasurable. He groaned when another splash of wax landed on his chest, soon to be followed by Viggo's tongue, and the first pleasurable shivers of an orgasm passed through him.
Another drop hit his skin and the delicious sting sent him completely over the edge. With a moan he arched off the couch, his cock jerking as he fought to suppress shooting even though the intense pleasure made it almost impossible for him to think. A small amount of cum escaped him, landing on his stomach before he relaxed back down on the couch panting for breath and dying to reach out for Viggo.
Viggo pulled him off the couch, flipped him over and was buried to the hilt within him before Orlando even had time to react. Orlando groaned with incoherent pleasure as Viggo's large cock sank into him. The older man had apparently lubed himself up at some point, because aside from the initial sting it didn't hurt at all. Viggo started pounding into him right away, every frenzied thrust made Orlando's cock rub against the edge of the couch and soon he was moaning freely with every move. Viggo had his hands on his shoulders and was pulling him back into every thrust at the same time as he showered the back of Orlando's neck and shoulders with kisses.
"I love you," Viggo panted, working his hips furiously. "Can't get enough of you."
Orlando whimpered for an answer, too busy suppressing orgasm as he tried valiantly to wait for Viggo. He could feel Viggo's stomach rubbing against his bound hands so he pressed his fingers against the older man's silky skin, enjoying the feel of it sliding over his fingertips. Viggo bent forward, his thrust becoming slower and deeper as he clung to Orlando, pressing his raspy cheek against Orlando's shoulder.
"I love you," Orlando groaned as every thrust brushed his sweet spot, turning his head to nuzzle Viggo's hair.
Viggo didn't answer, seemingly lost in the sweet pleasure of being united with his lover. His thrust became harder and more erratic and without even meaning to, Orlando came with Viggo's name on his lips. Seconds later he felt Viggo's seed filling him, prolonging his pleasure until he collapsed limply against the couch.
"Thank you," Viggo murmured, kissing Orlando's neck. "I love you."
"You told me so before, I think," Orlando replied with a smile.
"I can never tell you enough times," Viggo said, giving Orlando another kiss.
"Do you know what says I love you like nothing else?"
"No," Viggo murmured. "Chocolate?"
Orlando hesitated. "No," he said doubtfully. "But I wouldn't say no to chocolate."
Viggo chuckled. "Then what is it?"
"Removing someone's handcuffs."
TBC
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December 19
"Babe," Viggo said from the doorway, making Orlando look up from the book he was reading. "You don't actually mean that I should set you on fire, right?"
Orlando rolled his eyes, putting the book away. "Of course not."
"So what do you mean?"
Orlando shrugged with a smile. "It's completely up to you."
"In that case… take off all your clothes and wait right there."
Viggo disappeared from the doorway and Orlando hurriedly obeyed his order, getting completely naked before sitting back down. Looking around he realized it had been ages since his room had witnessed a good fucking; it was certainly about time for it to do so again. His cock was rapidly swelling as he anticipated what Viggo might have come up with and Orlando formed his hand into a fist around it, tugging it lightly.
When Viggo reappeared he was naked as well, his cock waving in time with his movements, and he was carrying a box in his hands. Orlando looked at the box with avid interest, it was rather large and Viggo could have hidden a lot of goodies in there. Viggo put the box down on the couch next to Orlando and bent down to give him a kiss.
"Close your eyes," Viggo said and Orlando obeyed, even if the sound of Viggo opening the box made it very hard indeed.
Viggo put a blindfold on him and Orlando pouted.
"That's like cheating," he complained.
"My game, my rules," Viggo retorted.
Seconds later Orlando had his hands cuffed behind his back and the pout intensified; he wanted to be able to touch Viggo. This time he made no comment though since it seemed futile.
Viggo kept rummaging around in the box, humming Christmas songs to himself, and Orlando really wished he could see what was being picked up. Every now and then Viggo would lean forward and lick the head of Orlando's cock, making the younger man moan with need for more.
Still humming, Viggo pushed Orlando over and arranged him until he was lying down on the couch. Orlando squirmed into a somewhat comfortable position, but his cuffed hands were a bit of a bother. The younger man recognized the sound of a lighter and sniffed the air; Viggo had lit a candle, or several.
"First you blindfold me, then you set the mood lighting. That's unfair," he complained.
"Who said anything about mood lights?" Viggo replied.
Orlando frowned. "But what…" his voice trailed off. "Oh."
Viggo chuckled and pressed a kiss to Orlando's lips. "You're a quick thinker, my love. Don't say you didn't think it."
"Well maybe I thought about it… but… I don't know… Will I like it?"
Viggo laughed, running a hand down Orlando's torso. "Only time will tell."
Orlando squirmed in anticipation; he knew the wax would sting on his skin, but when and where?
"Ow," he said when the first droplets of hot wax landed on his stomach. The sting felt nice, in an odd way. The wax was soon followed by Viggo's tongue soothing the area around his abused skin, and shivers of pleasure ran through him.
Viggo continued in much the same way until Orlando was moaning loudly with every splash of wax and squirmed in delicate agony while Viggo's gentle tongue licked away the hurt. Orlando couldn't remember ever being so hard; his cock was throbbing against his stomach, drooling a steady amount of precome.
"You'll make me come like this," Orlando panted when a drop of wax landed on his nipple, sending a white-hot bolt of pleasure and pain through his body.
"You can come as many times as you want, just don't shoot," Viggo responded, giving Orlando a thorough kiss that stole the very last of his breath.
"I'm not sure I can, I might be dead," Orlando responded weakly.
Viggo chuckled; the sound enveloped Orlando like a comforting blanket, making him feel like he was floating in a cocoon where everything was nice, happy and pleasurable. He groaned when another splash of wax landed on his chest, soon to be followed by Viggo's tongue, and the first pleasurable shivers of an orgasm passed through him.
Another drop hit his skin and the delicious sting sent him completely over the edge. With a moan he arched off the couch, his cock jerking as he fought to suppress shooting even though the intense pleasure made it almost impossible for him to think. A small amount of cum escaped him, landing on his stomach before he relaxed back down on the couch panting for breath and dying to reach out for Viggo.
Viggo pulled him off the couch, flipped him over and was buried to the hilt within him before Orlando even had time to react. Orlando groaned with incoherent pleasure as Viggo's large cock sank into him. The older man had apparently lubed himself up at some point, because aside from the initial sting it didn't hurt at all. Viggo started pounding into him right away, every frenzied thrust made Orlando's cock rub against the edge of the couch and soon he was moaning freely with every move. Viggo had his hands on his shoulders and was pulling him back into every thrust at the same time as he showered the back of Orlando's neck and shoulders with kisses.
"I love you," Viggo panted, working his hips furiously. "Can't get enough of you."
Orlando whimpered for an answer, too busy suppressing orgasm as he tried valiantly to wait for Viggo. He could feel Viggo's stomach rubbing against his bound hands so he pressed his fingers against the older man's silky skin, enjoying the feel of it sliding over his fingertips. Viggo bent forward, his thrust becoming slower and deeper as he clung to Orlando, pressing his raspy cheek against Orlando's shoulder.
"I love you," Orlando groaned as every thrust brushed his sweet spot, turning his head to nuzzle Viggo's hair.
Viggo didn't answer, seemingly lost in the sweet pleasure of being united with his lover. His thrust became harder and more erratic and without even meaning to, Orlando came with Viggo's name on his lips. Seconds later he felt Viggo's seed filling him, prolonging his pleasure until he collapsed limply against the couch.
"Thank you," Viggo murmured, kissing Orlando's neck. "I love you."
"You told me so before, I think," Orlando replied with a smile.
"I can never tell you enough times," Viggo said, giving Orlando another kiss.
"Do you know what says I love you like nothing else?"
"No," Viggo murmured. "Chocolate?"
Orlando hesitated. "No," he said doubtfully. "But I wouldn't say no to chocolate."
Viggo chuckled. "Then what is it?"
"Removing someone's handcuffs."
TBC