Viggo stared at him for a moment before he burst out laughing. It was just such a strange image - Sean sitting there, the picture of decadent sin dressed in bright, brilliant white, and smiling like a little boy with a secret that the adults would never know. He couldn't help it- he abandoned his camera and his film for a moment, crossing over to Sean and and sliding his now-clean hands into his hair, feeling the strands tickle against the web of his fingers before he kissed Sean. Just the softest of kissest, enough to let Sean feel the silly grin on his face before he pulled away, leaning his forehead against the other man's.
"Does this count?" he was a little breathless, trying not to laugh out loud too mouth. Viggo gave Sean a smacking kiss on his cheek, pulling away- and staring at the white powder that decorated his fingers. He laughed again, a sharp little giggle, before he cupped Sean's neck with his hand and rubbed insistently against the skin there until he couldn't see feel any more powder.
Sean smelled of mostly products. Aftershave, shampoo and shower gel, talcum powder. It made Viggo frown a little, because he liked the smell of Sean better when he wasn't so- clean. So sterile, without his own scent, everything buried beneath a whole bunch of chemical.
He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, moving back to grab the black cloth. He wound one in his hand before moving over. "You look so good in white - how did you know I was thinking of white? - but... you're overdressed, I think," he reached out, his hands moving quickly. He had the shirt unbuttoned in short enough time, slipping it over Sean's arms, and tugged at the bottom of the tank top pulled that off. The white trousers could stay, but he snapped open the fly and pulled the zipper down.
The black cloth was draped over Sean's shoulders, sliding it upwards until the silk caressed against his skin, skimming over the newly-bared collarbones.
"I'm starting to rethink the chair," he murmured quietly, his fingers 'walking' against Sean's shoulder, up towards his neck. "I should have you kneel on the floor, with the sun in your hair, all the shadows created by your body and your body alone. You'll have this over your eyes," he slid the cloth over Sean's eyes, "and you'll look so beautiful. Like an offering to the gods. A sacrifice to something far greater than humans, because humans don't seem to deserve you."
At that, he gave Sean a cheeky little grin, and deliberately pecked him on the lips. Then he drew back and swopped in, drawing the cloth around Sean's eyes, covering them entirely and knotting it at the back. It wasn't too tight- loose enough that the cloth had folds, but the knot was secure enough that the cloth wouldn't drop down, or move at all. He tapped his fingers against the taut cloth, and pressed a kiss to Sean's temple. It was addictive, kissing Sean. Anywhere. His hand closed around the back of the chair, the other hand on Sean's back, steadying him.
Then he pulled the chair away, slowly. "Fold your legs, Sean," he whispered, his mouth against Sean's hair.
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"Does this count?" he was a little breathless, trying not to laugh out loud too mouth. Viggo gave Sean a smacking kiss on his cheek, pulling away- and staring at the white powder that decorated his fingers. He laughed again, a sharp little giggle, before he cupped Sean's neck with his hand and rubbed insistently against the skin there until he couldn't see feel any more powder.
Sean smelled of mostly products. Aftershave, shampoo and shower gel, talcum powder. It made Viggo frown a little, because he liked the smell of Sean better when he wasn't so- clean. So sterile, without his own scent, everything buried beneath a whole bunch of chemical.
He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, moving back to grab the black cloth. He wound one in his hand before moving over. "You look so good in white - how did you know I was thinking of white? - but... you're overdressed, I think," he reached out, his hands moving quickly. He had the shirt unbuttoned in short enough time, slipping it over Sean's arms, and tugged at the bottom of the tank top pulled that off. The white trousers could stay, but he snapped open the fly and pulled the zipper down.
The black cloth was draped over Sean's shoulders, sliding it upwards until the silk caressed against his skin, skimming over the newly-bared collarbones.
"I'm starting to rethink the chair," he murmured quietly, his fingers 'walking' against Sean's shoulder, up towards his neck. "I should have you kneel on the floor, with the sun in your hair, all the shadows created by your body and your body alone. You'll have this over your eyes," he slid the cloth over Sean's eyes, "and you'll look so beautiful. Like an offering to the gods. A sacrifice to something far greater than humans, because humans don't seem to deserve you."
At that, he gave Sean a cheeky little grin, and deliberately pecked him on the lips. Then he drew back and swopped in, drawing the cloth around Sean's eyes, covering them entirely and knotting it at the back. It wasn't too tight- loose enough that the cloth had folds, but the knot was secure enough that the cloth wouldn't drop down, or move at all. He tapped his fingers against the taut cloth, and pressed a kiss to Sean's temple. It was addictive, kissing Sean. Anywhere. His hand closed around the back of the chair, the other hand on Sean's back, steadying him.
Then he pulled the chair away, slowly. "Fold your legs, Sean," he whispered, his mouth against Sean's hair.
"Kneel."