Fic: Dinner For Two (VM/SB, NC-17)
Title: Dinner For Two
Pairing: VM/SB
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Totally not true, only entertaining myself.
Archive: rugbytackle
Summary: Returning the favor.
Author's Note: Sequel to Afternoon Delight, but can be read seperately.
Sean shifted in his seat, checking his watch every five seconds and not even pretending to be listening to the conversation anymore. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard it all before anyways, since Astin seemed to feel the need to discuss politics the minute he caught sight of Viggo. Sean turned his head a little and glanced at Viggo, who looked like he was listening intently at whatever Astin was saying. He hadn't said anything though, merely listened to Dom, trying to get a rise out of Astin, which wasn’t all that hard to do, but both Dom and Billy still seemed to find it rather amusing.
He shifted again, deliberately letting his knee brush against Viggo’s to get the other man’s attention. When that didn’t happen, he tried for something a little less subtle, his right hand wandering from his own knee to Viggo’s. Still no response, and Sean smirked as his hand went on to cover Viggo’s groin, not putting any pressure on it, just resting there, dropping the ball in Viggo’s corner so to speak.
Viggo’s lips curled up into a little smile and he mumbled, "You want to leave?" Thrusting up into Sean’s hand a little as he spoke, eliciting a soft groan from Sean.
"Yes," Sean said, his voice a bit hoarse, "Unless you prefer staying, of course."
Viggo finally turned his head towards Sean and he grinned. "Now there’s a difficult choice." He waved his hand towards the still rambling Astin, and said, "It’s either that, or," Viggo moved one hand down to his lap to cover Sean’s and continued, "Or this."
"Yeah," Sean nodded and added, "Tough call."
Viggo laughed out loud which caught most people’s attention and he smiled at the people around them, pushing Sean’s hand away from his groin before getting up.
Sean immediately stood up as well, waiting impatiently as Viggo said his goodbye’s and he tried to keep himself from looking at Viggo and so he focused on Astin’s obvious disappointment at Viggo’s sudden departure, something that oddly amused him and he had to fight his urge to stick his tongue out when Astin all but glared at him, he settled for a wink instead.
"You ready?" Viggo asked and at Sean’s nod, he began to make his way towards the pub’s exit.
~
When they reached Viggo’s house, Sean couldn’t help wondering if he was indeed ready. Because no matter what had happened after that first sunday afternoon when Sean had invited Viggo in for some tea, they hadn’t discussed it and Sean now found himself wondering what they were doing together. Besides the obvious, of course.
He followed Viggo into the house, waiting for Viggo to lock the door behind them and suddenly found himself backed up against said door, Viggo’s arms around him, holding him close. Their eyes locking for a brief moment, a question in Viggo’s eyes that Sean couldn’t answer any other way then by leaning in and gently kissing him. When he felt Viggo starting to kiss him back he had to close his eyes, absentmindedly realising that this was only the second time they were actually kissing each other.
He didn’t allow himself to dwell on that as he slowly, almost tentatively, drew his tongue over Viggo’s lips. Viggo gasped a little at that and Sean took the opportunity to gently push his tongue into Viggo’s mouth, sucking on the other man’s tongue lightly and he felt Viggo’s smile against his lips, before their tongues met, starting a slow, almost lazy kiss.
His hands wandered from Viggo’s shoulders, then to his back, finally finding their destination as they rested firmly on Viggo’s arse. And that certainly caught Viggo’s attention, because he pulled away, licking his lips and shooting Sean a look that he couldn’t quite place.
“What’s wrong?” Sean asked, sounding almost petulant, but he didn’t care, all he wanted is to continue what they were doing and he tried pulling Viggo close again, but Viggo just shook his head and then, without a word, dropped to his knees.
Retaliation. That’s the word that came to Sean’s mind as Viggo started to unbutton his jeans and he must have said it out loud because Viggo stopped what he was doing and looked up at him, shaking his head once again, and he whispered, "Reciprocation."
He then continued to unbutton Sean’s pants and pushed them down, along with his underwear, all the way to his ankles. "Turn around," he said, his tone of voice gentle.
Sean did and he braced his hands against the door, sighing when he felt Viggo’s warm hands on his back, massaging away any tension there and he felt himself relax into the other man’s touch. Surrendering to it completely at the first feeling of Viggo’s lips on the back of his thighs, and moaning loudly as the kissing turned into licking. The moment Viggo’s hands and mouth reached his arse, he pushed back shamelessly, not caring about Viggo’s soft laughter.
He gasped when Viggo’s hands spread his cheeks and he felt a soft blow of warm breath. He tensed at the first feeling of a wet tongue, and Viggo backed off immediately, focusing on the surrounding area, lavishing it with his tongue. And when Viggo’s tongue returned to its final destination Sean felt himself welcoming him in without any resistance.
The first thrust in and out of his arse made him scream, the next one had him cursing and after a few thrusts he was damn close to begging, not sure what he was begging for, and he fleetingly thought that perhaps they should have discussed what they would and wouldn’t do. It didn’t help that he didn’t really remember exactly what it was that he wouldn’t do and so he just mumbled, "Viggo, please, god," over and over again, writhing against the door helplessly as he did.
When Viggo suddenly stopped torturing him, in the best sense of the word of course, he cried out in disappointment.
"Turn around, Sean," Viggo whispered, moving back a little to give Sean some room.
Sean blinked, needing a minute to process the request, and when he did turn, he moved very slowly, his knees feeling weak and his whole body trembling from need.
Before Sean could even think about voicing his frustration, Viggo was all over him, one hand cupping his balls, the other one wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft as his tongue teasingly swirled around the tip of his achingly hard cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last long and he wanted to warn Viggo, but when Viggo’s hands started to move gently and he started sucking and licking his cock at the same time, Sean knew Viggo wasn’t expecting him to.
So he didn’t say anything, just grabbed hold of Viggo’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair, and tried to pull him closer. And Viggo immediately responded, opening his mouth a little wider and tilting his head a little, silently giving Sean permission to do what he needed to do. Sean’s fingers tightened their hold on Viggo’s hair, causing Viggo to groan around his dick as he thrust in and out of Viggo’s mouth frantically.
Moments later he felt the familiar tightening of his balls, his whole body seeming to go rigid as he started to come. Viggo’s hands let go of him, but his mouth didn’t, eagerly swallowing everything Sean had to give. He finally let go of Sean’s cock and looked up, his lips wet and bruised and Sean was a bit surprised to feel his cock twitch at the sight.
And then Viggo’s hands were back, on the back of Sean’s thighs this time, holding him up when his knees started to buckle and Viggo chuckled. "You want to sit down for a minute?"
Sean shook his head and mumbled, "Bed."
“You need some sleep?” Viggo asked, the look in his eyes somewhere between amused and smug.
Sean glared at him, and then he just shrugged. "Need to fuck you," and it was his time to smile smugly when Viggo looked, pleasantly, shocked, and he added, "Then sleep. And I do believe I was invited over for dinner, yeah?"
Pairing: VM/SB
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Totally not true, only entertaining myself.
Archive: rugbytackle
Summary: Returning the favor.
Author's Note: Sequel to Afternoon Delight, but can be read seperately.
Sean shifted in his seat, checking his watch every five seconds and not even pretending to be listening to the conversation anymore. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard it all before anyways, since Astin seemed to feel the need to discuss politics the minute he caught sight of Viggo. Sean turned his head a little and glanced at Viggo, who looked like he was listening intently at whatever Astin was saying. He hadn't said anything though, merely listened to Dom, trying to get a rise out of Astin, which wasn’t all that hard to do, but both Dom and Billy still seemed to find it rather amusing.
He shifted again, deliberately letting his knee brush against Viggo’s to get the other man’s attention. When that didn’t happen, he tried for something a little less subtle, his right hand wandering from his own knee to Viggo’s. Still no response, and Sean smirked as his hand went on to cover Viggo’s groin, not putting any pressure on it, just resting there, dropping the ball in Viggo’s corner so to speak.
Viggo’s lips curled up into a little smile and he mumbled, "You want to leave?" Thrusting up into Sean’s hand a little as he spoke, eliciting a soft groan from Sean.
"Yes," Sean said, his voice a bit hoarse, "Unless you prefer staying, of course."
Viggo finally turned his head towards Sean and he grinned. "Now there’s a difficult choice." He waved his hand towards the still rambling Astin, and said, "It’s either that, or," Viggo moved one hand down to his lap to cover Sean’s and continued, "Or this."
"Yeah," Sean nodded and added, "Tough call."
Viggo laughed out loud which caught most people’s attention and he smiled at the people around them, pushing Sean’s hand away from his groin before getting up.
Sean immediately stood up as well, waiting impatiently as Viggo said his goodbye’s and he tried to keep himself from looking at Viggo and so he focused on Astin’s obvious disappointment at Viggo’s sudden departure, something that oddly amused him and he had to fight his urge to stick his tongue out when Astin all but glared at him, he settled for a wink instead.
"You ready?" Viggo asked and at Sean’s nod, he began to make his way towards the pub’s exit.
~
When they reached Viggo’s house, Sean couldn’t help wondering if he was indeed ready. Because no matter what had happened after that first sunday afternoon when Sean had invited Viggo in for some tea, they hadn’t discussed it and Sean now found himself wondering what they were doing together. Besides the obvious, of course.
He followed Viggo into the house, waiting for Viggo to lock the door behind them and suddenly found himself backed up against said door, Viggo’s arms around him, holding him close. Their eyes locking for a brief moment, a question in Viggo’s eyes that Sean couldn’t answer any other way then by leaning in and gently kissing him. When he felt Viggo starting to kiss him back he had to close his eyes, absentmindedly realising that this was only the second time they were actually kissing each other.
He didn’t allow himself to dwell on that as he slowly, almost tentatively, drew his tongue over Viggo’s lips. Viggo gasped a little at that and Sean took the opportunity to gently push his tongue into Viggo’s mouth, sucking on the other man’s tongue lightly and he felt Viggo’s smile against his lips, before their tongues met, starting a slow, almost lazy kiss.
His hands wandered from Viggo’s shoulders, then to his back, finally finding their destination as they rested firmly on Viggo’s arse. And that certainly caught Viggo’s attention, because he pulled away, licking his lips and shooting Sean a look that he couldn’t quite place.
“What’s wrong?” Sean asked, sounding almost petulant, but he didn’t care, all he wanted is to continue what they were doing and he tried pulling Viggo close again, but Viggo just shook his head and then, without a word, dropped to his knees.
Retaliation. That’s the word that came to Sean’s mind as Viggo started to unbutton his jeans and he must have said it out loud because Viggo stopped what he was doing and looked up at him, shaking his head once again, and he whispered, "Reciprocation."
He then continued to unbutton Sean’s pants and pushed them down, along with his underwear, all the way to his ankles. "Turn around," he said, his tone of voice gentle.
Sean did and he braced his hands against the door, sighing when he felt Viggo’s warm hands on his back, massaging away any tension there and he felt himself relax into the other man’s touch. Surrendering to it completely at the first feeling of Viggo’s lips on the back of his thighs, and moaning loudly as the kissing turned into licking. The moment Viggo’s hands and mouth reached his arse, he pushed back shamelessly, not caring about Viggo’s soft laughter.
He gasped when Viggo’s hands spread his cheeks and he felt a soft blow of warm breath. He tensed at the first feeling of a wet tongue, and Viggo backed off immediately, focusing on the surrounding area, lavishing it with his tongue. And when Viggo’s tongue returned to its final destination Sean felt himself welcoming him in without any resistance.
The first thrust in and out of his arse made him scream, the next one had him cursing and after a few thrusts he was damn close to begging, not sure what he was begging for, and he fleetingly thought that perhaps they should have discussed what they would and wouldn’t do. It didn’t help that he didn’t really remember exactly what it was that he wouldn’t do and so he just mumbled, "Viggo, please, god," over and over again, writhing against the door helplessly as he did.
When Viggo suddenly stopped torturing him, in the best sense of the word of course, he cried out in disappointment.
"Turn around, Sean," Viggo whispered, moving back a little to give Sean some room.
Sean blinked, needing a minute to process the request, and when he did turn, he moved very slowly, his knees feeling weak and his whole body trembling from need.
Before Sean could even think about voicing his frustration, Viggo was all over him, one hand cupping his balls, the other one wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft as his tongue teasingly swirled around the tip of his achingly hard cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last long and he wanted to warn Viggo, but when Viggo’s hands started to move gently and he started sucking and licking his cock at the same time, Sean knew Viggo wasn’t expecting him to.
So he didn’t say anything, just grabbed hold of Viggo’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair, and tried to pull him closer. And Viggo immediately responded, opening his mouth a little wider and tilting his head a little, silently giving Sean permission to do what he needed to do. Sean’s fingers tightened their hold on Viggo’s hair, causing Viggo to groan around his dick as he thrust in and out of Viggo’s mouth frantically.
Moments later he felt the familiar tightening of his balls, his whole body seeming to go rigid as he started to come. Viggo’s hands let go of him, but his mouth didn’t, eagerly swallowing everything Sean had to give. He finally let go of Sean’s cock and looked up, his lips wet and bruised and Sean was a bit surprised to feel his cock twitch at the sight.
And then Viggo’s hands were back, on the back of Sean’s thighs this time, holding him up when his knees started to buckle and Viggo chuckled. "You want to sit down for a minute?"
Sean shook his head and mumbled, "Bed."
“You need some sleep?” Viggo asked, the look in his eyes somewhere between amused and smug.
Sean glared at him, and then he just shrugged. "Need to fuck you," and it was his time to smile smugly when Viggo looked, pleasantly, shocked, and he added, "Then sleep. And I do believe I was invited over for dinner, yeah?"