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Another little gift for me. The author choose to remain anonymous. :0)
Author: Would like to remain anonymous! ;0)
Rating: G
Timeline: During the RHG ADvent Calendar
Orlando bit the lip he couldn't keep from trembling. His eyes were tear-bright.
"It's all right, you can talk," said Viggo.
"Sheesh, Vig, I don't think I can get through this," said Orlando immediately, desperately.
Viggo positioned himself directly in front of his lover, seeking his gaze and holding it. "Yes you can," he said with conviction. "You've borne worse for me."
"I wish… " said Orlando, with a hitch in his breath, "I wish you'd tied me up. Would have helped so much."
"Well, that's kind of the point, isn't it?" Viggo reproved him gently, running a hand down the side of Orlando's face. "Come on love. For me. You can do this."
"For you…" whispered Orlando. For a few minutes they held still, eyes locked, Orlando's deepened breaths the only sound in the room. Viggo ran a soothing hand over his lover's bare torso, not teasing, just adding strength. Orlando gave a little moan of appreciation and writhed slightly under the touch.
"Not long to go now," said Viggo eventually. "One more minute and you're there. You've been so good, so brave."
But Orlando was oblivious to the praise. "I can't!" he cried. "I can't endure this any longer!"
Swiftly Viggo stepped forward and, burying his fingers in the long curls, subdued his lover with a deep, rough, kiss. The distraction worked; Orlando sighed and relaxed beneath his lips.
The clock struck twelve. "OK," said Viggo smiling. "You can open your Christmas present now."
And with a cry of triumph, Orlando seized the paper-wrapped parcel and let 'er rip.
Author: Would like to remain anonymous! ;0)
Rating: G
Timeline: During the RHG ADvent Calendar
Orlando bit the lip he couldn't keep from trembling. His eyes were tear-bright.
"It's all right, you can talk," said Viggo.
"Sheesh, Vig, I don't think I can get through this," said Orlando immediately, desperately.
Viggo positioned himself directly in front of his lover, seeking his gaze and holding it. "Yes you can," he said with conviction. "You've borne worse for me."
"I wish… " said Orlando, with a hitch in his breath, "I wish you'd tied me up. Would have helped so much."
"Well, that's kind of the point, isn't it?" Viggo reproved him gently, running a hand down the side of Orlando's face. "Come on love. For me. You can do this."
"For you…" whispered Orlando. For a few minutes they held still, eyes locked, Orlando's deepened breaths the only sound in the room. Viggo ran a soothing hand over his lover's bare torso, not teasing, just adding strength. Orlando gave a little moan of appreciation and writhed slightly under the touch.
"Not long to go now," said Viggo eventually. "One more minute and you're there. You've been so good, so brave."
But Orlando was oblivious to the praise. "I can't!" he cried. "I can't endure this any longer!"
Swiftly Viggo stepped forward and, burying his fingers in the long curls, subdued his lover with a deep, rough, kiss. The distraction worked; Orlando sighed and relaxed beneath his lips.
The clock struck twelve. "OK," said Viggo smiling. "You can open your Christmas present now."
And with a cry of triumph, Orlando seized the paper-wrapped parcel and let 'er rip.