Viggo stopped breathing for a long, heartstopping moment- and he reached out and caressed Sean's cheek, feeling the soft skin and the stubble that was just poking through it. The trust that Sean was showing, trust so freely given, made Viggo choke on his own air until his head spun, and he wanted to touch and hold and kiss and completely ruin any chance of a photoshoot because of how much he would mess Sean up. He would completely ignore the camera and lighting and composition and just drown himself in the reality of this man, screw art and creation.
But he took a breath and calmed himself. He could hear it, in Sean's voice- that want to be shown off. The want to be seen by utter strangers like this. Exposing himself in a safe space, being looked at and being judged- it was a kink of pretty much everyone who put themselves before a camera, before an audience, and acted. This was what Sean wanted, and Viggo let himself indulge only in the briefest bit- he leaned forward and kissed him hard, tasting the tiny shiver in his mouth, touching each corner until he licked the remnants of the words away, biting down on his lips until they were red and swollen and wet.
"I don't know," he murmured against Sean's skin. He knew he shouldn't, but he let his teeth scrape against Sean's neck, nipping against his throat. The skin started to redden, and he licked against it before pressing his fingertips against the long column, swiping away the moisture and feeling the tremulous pulse underneath. His own jeans were suddenly far too tight and uncomfortable, and his hands almost shook.
"Maybe I should take full pictures of you. Just like this," Viggo's voice remained a whisper even as he rocked backwards on his heels and stood up, taking the second black cloth, moving to Sean. He rubbed the cloth against Sean's arms, slowly nudging them to cross backwards, pressing his own body against Sean. "With your lips as red as if you're wearing lipstick, begging to be kissed." He licked the lips. "The blindfold on your eyes. Hickeys on your neck. Your nipples hard," he deliberately moved the cloth against those nipples, covering them as he used his nails to flick against them. "Wanting. Waiting to be claimed. To be fucked on your knees."
He moved the cloth back again, and drew it quickly across Sean's arms, tying it at his wrists. "They'll want to take you. Your mouth, your ass- it won't matter. Are you getting hard from the thought that they'll be people who will be touching themselves while looking at you? While thinking of what they want from you?" His mouth was against Sean's ear now, his breath hot and his voice rough.
"But they won't. They won't, because you're mine, and everything that they see- it's because of me. You look so beautiful and so debauched because of what I did to you- with just my words and my voice. All they'll see is your love and your trust for me, and you'll always be something that they can never have."
Viggo took a deep breath. His own words were having an effect on him, and he closed his eyes and thought of Henry, of Sean's girls- and it was far, far more effective than cold water. For good measure, he thought of his mother, and Sean's mother- there. His erection was gone, and his hands stilled.
"Or maybe," he reached out, touched Sean gently against his Adam's apple. "Maybe I should just give them bits and pieces. A ear here, a hip there, the flash of your hands, an out-of-focus shot of your blindfold. Nothing complete, because only I will get to see you like this."
He slid his hands into Sean's hair, gripping it hard and kissing him again, practically slamming his lips together and drinking in his gasps, his sounds.
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But he took a breath and calmed himself. He could hear it, in Sean's voice- that want to be shown off. The want to be seen by utter strangers like this. Exposing himself in a safe space, being looked at and being judged- it was a kink of pretty much everyone who put themselves before a camera, before an audience, and acted. This was what Sean wanted, and Viggo let himself indulge only in the briefest bit- he leaned forward and kissed him hard, tasting the tiny shiver in his mouth, touching each corner until he licked the remnants of the words away, biting down on his lips until they were red and swollen and wet.
"I don't know," he murmured against Sean's skin. He knew he shouldn't, but he let his teeth scrape against Sean's neck, nipping against his throat. The skin started to redden, and he licked against it before pressing his fingertips against the long column, swiping away the moisture and feeling the tremulous pulse underneath. His own jeans were suddenly far too tight and uncomfortable, and his hands almost shook.
"Maybe I should take full pictures of you. Just like this," Viggo's voice remained a whisper even as he rocked backwards on his heels and stood up, taking the second black cloth, moving to Sean. He rubbed the cloth against Sean's arms, slowly nudging them to cross backwards, pressing his own body against Sean. "With your lips as red as if you're wearing lipstick, begging to be kissed." He licked the lips. "The blindfold on your eyes. Hickeys on your neck. Your nipples hard," he deliberately moved the cloth against those nipples, covering them as he used his nails to flick against them. "Wanting. Waiting to be claimed. To be fucked on your knees."
He moved the cloth back again, and drew it quickly across Sean's arms, tying it at his wrists. "They'll want to take you. Your mouth, your ass- it won't matter. Are you getting hard from the thought that they'll be people who will be touching themselves while looking at you? While thinking of what they want from you?" His mouth was against Sean's ear now, his breath hot and his voice rough.
"But they won't. They won't, because you're mine, and everything that they see- it's because of me. You look so beautiful and so debauched because of what I did to you- with just my words and my voice. All they'll see is your love and your trust for me, and you'll always be something that they can never have."
Viggo took a deep breath. His own words were having an effect on him, and he closed his eyes and thought of Henry, of Sean's girls- and it was far, far more effective than cold water. For good measure, he thought of his mother, and Sean's mother- there. His erection was gone, and his hands stilled.
"Or maybe," he reached out, touched Sean gently against his Adam's apple. "Maybe I should just give them bits and pieces. A ear here, a hip there, the flash of your hands, an out-of-focus shot of your blindfold. Nothing complete, because only I will get to see you like this."
He slid his hands into Sean's hair, gripping it hard and kissing him again, practically slamming his lips together and drinking in his gasps, his sounds.
"I haven't decided."