The paint wasgetting everywhere, staining his skin and his clothes but Viggo couldn't care less about it. It was warm - warm from Sean's skin - and Sean's presence was so incredibly distracting that Viggo couldn't think of any reason to care about getting dirty. He leaned in and kissed Sean again, a little too hard and a little too desperately, licking against every corner of his mouth to taste him and to breath him in.
Then, slowly, he slipped his fingers out. He wanted so badly to just move in and fuck Sean until he was screaming out loud, so loud that the neighbours a couple of miles away could here. But- not yet. Not yet, and Viggo took a shaky breath and calmed his instincts and desires, instead running the tip of his fingers around Sea's entrance. Pressing in, then pulling out, and circling again. Gently, lowly- teasing him. Shallowly fucking him with two fingers, barely moving. Rocking his hips forward against Sean's cock, sliding them together.
"I wish you can see yourself," Viggo whispered, and his voice was heavy and thick with desire. The smell of sex had filled the studio, and Viggo vaguely wondered how on earth would he be able to work here again. "Look at the black blindfold against your eyes. Your sweaty-hair, in thick, tangled strands all over the black expanse. These two high spots of colour on your cheeks," he kissed against them, "your lips so red, red as a whore's, so red that I'm tempted to force open your mouth and shove my cock in between them."
His own lips had moved, and he as now nuzzling against Sea'ns uniform, tasting as it made the cloth wet, pressing against his own skin. He flattened his tongue against it, and licked just as he pressed his fingers even further in. In, in to the second knuckles before he pulled them out entirely.
"You're sucking me in," he commented, almost idly. His voice was quiet, dark and low, whispered directly into Sean's ear. "Hot, and tight and wanting. Begging to be fucked without words- oh, no, you never really needed words to tell people what you want, do you?" His lips had curved into a smirk, and he licked against Sean's neck again.
Hands moving down until they clenched around Sean's hips. He shifted them, pulling them up, positioning himself with his hips and one hand, trusting Sean to hold himself up with his knees and hands. Then, he placed both hands on Sean's hips, clenching tight enough to leave bruises.
"Scream for me, Sean," and he slammed in. Hard, right to the hilt, stopping there- and waiting.
"Tell me-" he drew out a little, and rocked back in, hard- "tell the world-" short, sharp little thrusts, pressing right against Sean's prostate- "that you belong to me." Pull out, out, until only the head remained inside the heat-
"Scream," he whispered, and this time, he pushed back inside slowly. Savouring every single inch.
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Then, slowly, he slipped his fingers out. He wanted so badly to just move in and fuck Sean until he was screaming out loud, so loud that the neighbours a couple of miles away could here. But- not yet. Not yet, and Viggo took a shaky breath and calmed his instincts and desires, instead running the tip of his fingers around Sea's entrance. Pressing in, then pulling out, and circling again. Gently, lowly- teasing him. Shallowly fucking him with two fingers, barely moving. Rocking his hips forward against Sean's cock, sliding them together.
"I wish you can see yourself," Viggo whispered, and his voice was heavy and thick with desire. The smell of sex had filled the studio, and Viggo vaguely wondered how on earth would he be able to work here again. "Look at the black blindfold against your eyes. Your sweaty-hair, in thick, tangled strands all over the black expanse. These two high spots of colour on your cheeks," he kissed against them, "your lips so red, red as a whore's, so red that I'm tempted to force open your mouth and shove my cock in between them."
His own lips had moved, and he as now nuzzling against Sea'ns uniform, tasting as it made the cloth wet, pressing against his own skin. He flattened his tongue against it, and licked just as he pressed his fingers even further in. In, in to the second knuckles before he pulled them out entirely.
"You're sucking me in," he commented, almost idly. His voice was quiet, dark and low, whispered directly into Sean's ear. "Hot, and tight and wanting. Begging to be fucked without words- oh, no, you never really needed words to tell people what you want, do you?" His lips had curved into a smirk, and he licked against Sean's neck again.
Hands moving down until they clenched around Sean's hips. He shifted them, pulling them up, positioning himself with his hips and one hand, trusting Sean to hold himself up with his knees and hands. Then, he placed both hands on Sean's hips, clenching tight enough to leave bruises.
"Scream for me, Sean," and he slammed in. Hard, right to the hilt, stopping there- and waiting.
"Tell me-" he drew out a little, and rocked back in, hard- "tell the world-" short, sharp little thrusts, pressing right against Sean's prostate- "that you belong to me." Pull out, out, until only the head remained inside the heat-
"Scream," he whispered, and this time, he pushed back inside slowly. Savouring every single inch.