There was nothing more arousing and beautiful than Sean begging for him. Wanting for Viggo to make him scream. Viggo just stood there for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat and biting down on his own lip- watching. Watching the length of Sean's back against the floor, the paints now everywhere and starting to dry on his own skin. Starting to flake away. Pieces of Sean's art , of what he had touched- and Viggo closed his eyes.
He reached forward, his hand curling into a fist to press it against Sean's stomach. The muscles jumped at his touch, and Viggo smiled to himself, a little too sharp. It was truly a shame that Sean couldn't see his face; couldn't see the way that he was smiling, all teeth, all set to conquer. Sean was so tight around him that it was driving him insane.
And he knew that it wasn't true, but he couldn't help but start to chant in his own head. Mine, mine, mine, Sean was his. His in every way. His in every form. What everyone else got were just pieces- pieces that Viggo gave to them. That he deigned to let them see. They wouldn't be able to have a single glimpse of Sean if not for him. Because Sean was his. His, his, his. His to want, his to paint, his to hold, his to blindfold. His to fuck. His to love. His to do everything he liked and reduce Sean to a trembling mess, screaming his name. Until all Sean knew was his name. No one else's.
(Christian Bale could fuck right off, at this moment. So could Sean's fans. So could the rest of the world.)
Reaching out, he pulled his arm around Sean's waist. Thrust forward until he was seated in completely, buried to the hilt- and he hissed out a breath to control himself. He counted to three in his own head.
Then he shoved back. Dropped himself back until his ass hit the hardwood floors, legs spreading wide. Sean's back was pressed to his chest, and Viggo reached forward, spreading his legs wider so he didn't have to take his weight; so that all of his weight was concentrated on his ass, sending him further down, impaling him fully on Viggo's cock. It sent him even deeper than before, Sean completely swallowing him up, and Viggo muffled his gasp against Sean's neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping against the skin.
"You asked," he murmured, straight into Sean's ear. He licked against the curve, tipping his head up. At the same time, his hand cupped Sean's ass, the other around his hip. Lifted him slowly- then slammed upwards, back inside.
Then he did it again. Again and again and again, thrusting into Sean hard and fast and rough like he had asked, fucking into Sean like he was a doll. Using him even as he angled his own hips to stroke against the prostate with every single thrust.
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He reached forward, his hand curling into a fist to press it against Sean's stomach. The muscles jumped at his touch, and Viggo smiled to himself, a little too sharp. It was truly a shame that Sean couldn't see his face; couldn't see the way that he was smiling, all teeth, all set to conquer. Sean was so tight around him that it was driving him insane.
And he knew that it wasn't true, but he couldn't help but start to chant in his own head. Mine, mine, mine, Sean was his. His in every way. His in every form. What everyone else got were just pieces- pieces that Viggo gave to them. That he deigned to let them see. They wouldn't be able to have a single glimpse of Sean if not for him. Because Sean was his. His, his, his. His to want, his to paint, his to hold, his to blindfold. His to fuck. His to love. His to do everything he liked and reduce Sean to a trembling mess, screaming his name. Until all Sean knew was his name. No one else's.
(Christian Bale could fuck right off, at this moment. So could Sean's fans. So could the rest of the world.)
Reaching out, he pulled his arm around Sean's waist. Thrust forward until he was seated in completely, buried to the hilt- and he hissed out a breath to control himself. He counted to three in his own head.
Then he shoved back. Dropped himself back until his ass hit the hardwood floors, legs spreading wide. Sean's back was pressed to his chest, and Viggo reached forward, spreading his legs wider so he didn't have to take his weight; so that all of his weight was concentrated on his ass, sending him further down, impaling him fully on Viggo's cock. It sent him even deeper than before, Sean completely swallowing him up, and Viggo muffled his gasp against Sean's neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping against the skin.
"You asked," he murmured, straight into Sean's ear. He licked against the curve, tipping his head up. At the same time, his hand cupped Sean's ass, the other around his hip. Lifted him slowly- then slammed upwards, back inside.
Then he did it again. Again and again and again, thrusting into Sean hard and fast and rough like he had asked, fucking into Sean like he was a doll. Using him even as he angled his own hips to stroke against the prostate with every single thrust.
And he waited. Waited for what Sean promised.