There was a thrill, always. A sharp, curling thrill at the base of his spine when he heard his name screamed out by Sean like that. His name in Sean's voice, and Sean straining himself, declaring himself as Viggo's and Viggo's only. Declaring to the world what Viggo was doing to him and how much he liked it, how much it was affecting him. Viggo hid his smile against Sean's neck, gathering some sort of presence of mind around himself before he scraped his teeth against the skin and gently, gently bit down.
Perhaps Sean was right and he should have left the camera running. Should have taken a video. Or they should have fucked in front of a mirror, so Viggo would know how Sean looked like as he screamed his lungs out, his eyes still blindfolded and his entire body sending him back down to be fucked on Viggo's cock. Viggo took a sharp breath, and Sean was still moving on him, tight and hot and so giving that his breath choked on his throat.
"No," he murmured, leaning his head up to lick against Sean's ear, his thrusts getting sharp and erratic, pumping hard into Sean in an effort to reach that edge. "No, I wouldn't want anyone else to see you like this. Not when you're screaming my name."
Viggo was almost there, almost there- and he knew Sean couldn't take much more. But he needed something more. He closed his eyes and kissed Sean's cheeks before he reached back, pulling Sean off of him before gently moving him to his back, laying him flat against the hardwood floor. Hands spread Sean's thighs open, and Viggo stared at him. At the vision he made, golden skin flushed and his lips bitten, sweat coating every inch of him, his skin clean and shaven and smelling of sex. Viggo dragged his fingers across the drops of come on Sean's stomach.
Then they reached down, curling inside the puffy, swollen entrance, stroking Sean gently just once inside and out. Shoving Sean's own come inside him before he pulled them out, flattening his palm against Sean's thigh and lifting it for a small kiss. A moment, two, then Viggo lined himself up and thrust inside again, leaning over Sean until their chests were plastered together before he kissed him.
"I want to see you," every word of his was punctuated with a sharp thrust, driving himself inside. Knowing that he was probably driving Sean over the edge of pain and pleasure, with how oversensitive he would be after orgasm. "I can't- I can't come until I do."
Reaching up, he pulled the blindfold off, his thrusts getting more frantic, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh loud and sharp around them. But the moment- the very moment- Sean opened his eyes, Viggo would let go. Let go and let orgasm wash over him, branding the image of those eyes into his mind.
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Perhaps Sean was right and he should have left the camera running. Should have taken a video. Or they should have fucked in front of a mirror, so Viggo would know how Sean looked like as he screamed his lungs out, his eyes still blindfolded and his entire body sending him back down to be fucked on Viggo's cock. Viggo took a sharp breath, and Sean was still moving on him, tight and hot and so giving that his breath choked on his throat.
"No," he murmured, leaning his head up to lick against Sean's ear, his thrusts getting sharp and erratic, pumping hard into Sean in an effort to reach that edge. "No, I wouldn't want anyone else to see you like this. Not when you're screaming my name."
Viggo was almost there, almost there- and he knew Sean couldn't take much more. But he needed something more. He closed his eyes and kissed Sean's cheeks before he reached back, pulling Sean off of him before gently moving him to his back, laying him flat against the hardwood floor. Hands spread Sean's thighs open, and Viggo stared at him. At the vision he made, golden skin flushed and his lips bitten, sweat coating every inch of him, his skin clean and shaven and smelling of sex. Viggo dragged his fingers across the drops of come on Sean's stomach.
Then they reached down, curling inside the puffy, swollen entrance, stroking Sean gently just once inside and out. Shoving Sean's own come inside him before he pulled them out, flattening his palm against Sean's thigh and lifting it for a small kiss. A moment, two, then Viggo lined himself up and thrust inside again, leaning over Sean until their chests were plastered together before he kissed him.
"I want to see you," every word of his was punctuated with a sharp thrust, driving himself inside. Knowing that he was probably driving Sean over the edge of pain and pleasure, with how oversensitive he would be after orgasm. "I can't- I can't come until I do."
Reaching up, he pulled the blindfold off, his thrusts getting more frantic, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh loud and sharp around them. But the moment- the very moment- Sean opened his eyes, Viggo would let go. Let go and let orgasm wash over him, branding the image of those eyes into his mind.