Sean's eyes remained open even when Viggo came close, even when he kissed him, and leant his forehead upon him--Sean drank up the sight of him, of his smile that brought his whole face to life, and when he did close his eyes it was only when Viggo was briefly turned away from him to pick up the blindfold. Blindfold indeed--that was a part of one of his own shirts, but he had no reason to complain about it, since it was being put to much better use now.
Ever obedient, he helped Viggo undress him, raising his arms up higher, still grinning like a bad child and knowing full well that he was putting across that impression.
He found himself arching at the minor contact of the black cloth, and just for a moment his eyes did close, and his grin did falter, because he was too busy breathing in hard after an involuntary gasp.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me about art, Vig," he breathed. "You talk about the light like you could stroke me with it, about shadow like you can run it through me hair, an' maybe wrap it round me wrists and pull it tight. Never been much good with words, but you... You make me melt. One word from you and I turn to fucking jelly."
As if to prove that to him, Viggo was pulling the blindfold tight, and Sean found that he was left entirely in the trusting hands of his lover, where there was nothing but the sound of his voice, nothing but his one words, and his tender hands and the feeling of his breath, and Sean was gently lowered into a haze of absolute trust.
When Viggo spoke, he immediately obeyed, and he sunk down very gently, very carefully onto his knees, lifting his hands out to balance himself, then moving both of his hands up onto his thighs as he sat back on his ankles. This sacrifice of his own senses... God he loved it. He rarely felt safe enough to admit it--never had, in fact, with Christian, because there was already so much of a power play in action there that he'd never felt comfortable with it. He'd given him that power before, of course he had, he just hadn't dared to say how much it meant to him, and after Georgina it wasn't worth it. It was too dangerous.
He gave it to Viggo without question, without even raising it out loud, but he would have admitted it in a heartbeat to be the truth if he was asked. His heartbeat skittered to life, just as it had in that hotel room with Christian, racing away, and he licked his lips to moisten them just a little anxiously.
"Who's gonna see these, anyway?" he asked, daringly, a shudder in his voice. Exhibitionism--another mark on his little list of unspoken but well acknowledged kinks. Shy and anxious, nervous, sweet Sean Bean. Nobody would have imagined it of him.
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Ever obedient, he helped Viggo undress him, raising his arms up higher, still grinning like a bad child and knowing full well that he was putting across that impression.
He found himself arching at the minor contact of the black cloth, and just for a moment his eyes did close, and his grin did falter, because he was too busy breathing in hard after an involuntary gasp.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me about art, Vig," he breathed. "You talk about the light like you could stroke me with it, about shadow like you can run it through me hair, an' maybe wrap it round me wrists and pull it tight. Never been much good with words, but you... You make me melt. One word from you and I turn to fucking jelly."
As if to prove that to him, Viggo was pulling the blindfold tight, and Sean found that he was left entirely in the trusting hands of his lover, where there was nothing but the sound of his voice, nothing but his one words, and his tender hands and the feeling of his breath, and Sean was gently lowered into a haze of absolute trust.
When Viggo spoke, he immediately obeyed, and he sunk down very gently, very carefully onto his knees, lifting his hands out to balance himself, then moving both of his hands up onto his thighs as he sat back on his ankles. This sacrifice of his own senses... God he loved it. He rarely felt safe enough to admit it--never had, in fact, with Christian, because there was already so much of a power play in action there that he'd never felt comfortable with it. He'd given him that power before, of course he had, he just hadn't dared to say how much it meant to him, and after Georgina it wasn't worth it. It was too dangerous.
He gave it to Viggo without question, without even raising it out loud, but he would have admitted it in a heartbeat to be the truth if he was asked. His heartbeat skittered to life, just as it had in that hotel room with Christian, racing away, and he licked his lips to moisten them just a little anxiously.
"Who's gonna see these, anyway?" he asked, daringly, a shudder in his voice. Exhibitionism--another mark on his little list of unspoken but well acknowledged kinks. Shy and anxious, nervous, sweet Sean Bean. Nobody would have imagined it of him.