Viggo let go of the breath in his lungs when he felt Sean against his back. He hadn't heard him approach, but he had felt him somehow, like a warmth that came closer to him. A scent that soothed him even though his brain hadn't taken note of it. Viggo let himself lean back against him, curling his hands against the sink a little harder, his nails nearly scraping against the porcelain.
"Just thinking," he murmured quietly, turning around. Sean's eyes were so green at this distance, and Viggo could see it- could smell it, the sex that they just had. He closed his eyes, fingertips barely grazing against the edge of Sean's jaw as he tipped his head up and kissed him, pressing their lips together chastely.
Then, he took the towel from Sean's hand and swiped it down his stomach, cleaning off the stickiness, then teasingly swiped towards his thighs before he used a stronger touch and cleaned there as well before dropping the towel in the sink. Viggo met Sean's eyes for a moment more, his hands spreading out, the tips of his fingers touching against Sean's cheeks before he moved up, up, tracing the edges of his cheeks before burying themselves in his hair.
He kissed Sean again as he tried to find the words. Viggo had always been good with them, but he somehow couldn't find anything that suited. Everything seemed so empty and hollow and cold, unable to completely capture the warmth he felt and even more inadequate when it came to talking about this man. He could only kiss him, stroking against every corner of his mouth, drawing his taste and his scent and everything about him into himself, placing it next to his heart.
Viggo's hand moved down, pressing against Sean's chest, right above his heart. He could feel his own start to speed up, then slowed- following Sean's heartbeat. Slowly, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against Sean's.
"I would hold you to that, you know," he said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. "That you will come to me. That you'll let me go to you."
A ragged breath, and he stroked Sean's cheek, feeling the short hairs of his stubble scraping against his fingers.
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"Just thinking," he murmured quietly, turning around. Sean's eyes were so green at this distance, and Viggo could see it- could smell it, the sex that they just had. He closed his eyes, fingertips barely grazing against the edge of Sean's jaw as he tipped his head up and kissed him, pressing their lips together chastely.
Then, he took the towel from Sean's hand and swiped it down his stomach, cleaning off the stickiness, then teasingly swiped towards his thighs before he used a stronger touch and cleaned there as well before dropping the towel in the sink. Viggo met Sean's eyes for a moment more, his hands spreading out, the tips of his fingers touching against Sean's cheeks before he moved up, up, tracing the edges of his cheeks before burying themselves in his hair.
He kissed Sean again as he tried to find the words. Viggo had always been good with them, but he somehow couldn't find anything that suited. Everything seemed so empty and hollow and cold, unable to completely capture the warmth he felt and even more inadequate when it came to talking about this man. He could only kiss him, stroking against every corner of his mouth, drawing his taste and his scent and everything about him into himself, placing it next to his heart.
Viggo's hand moved down, pressing against Sean's chest, right above his heart. He could feel his own start to speed up, then slowed- following Sean's heartbeat. Slowly, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against Sean's.
"I would hold you to that, you know," he said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. "That you will come to me. That you'll let me go to you."
A ragged breath, and he stroked Sean's cheek, feeling the short hairs of his stubble scraping against his fingers.
"I don't want this to be just today."
I've waited too long for that.