The kiss was fantastic, but it wasn't how amazing the kiss was that mattered so much, it was who was kissing him. Sean had almost forgotten the taste of this man, which was a good thing because it had changed in the last thirteen years. He wasn't sweet like Australian beer and fresh fruit any longer, but he did still taste like charcoal and old paper and chemicals, with a strong overture of alcohol that sang through, though it was much stronger these days.
Viggo's lips were on his and Viggo's hands were in his hair, and he found himself less perched in the chair and more sliding down into its depths with Viggo above him like some overgrown bird.
And then he said 'I love you' and Sean almost laughed out loud, but it would have been totally inappropriate.
"Sodding understatement, mate." It was a rumbled murmur, and Sean returned the affection with a broad grin, lifting his own hands to bury them in Viggo's hair, tugging on the short strands as he pulled him into another kiss. This time when they parted he was still grinning, and he let his hands wander down, squeezed Viggo's ass and pulled him the rest of the way up into the chair, legs around him. If there was one thing Sean wasn't, it was shy about intimacy. At least when you were alone. He hated being with girls who were full on until you got them alone, at which point they suddenly decided things were moving too fast and tried to stall the seduction. Not that he didn't appreciate foreplay, it wasn't that at all. It was confidence that he found attractive, and it got him in trouble far too often.
"There's probably one thing you should know," he purred, "Before we go any further. You know you said you didn't know if it were Boromir or me? Well it were both, you know? Aragorn fell in love, an' so did you. That's the only reason why he'd stay in Gondor after everything. It's why he was so determined to save it he near enough came back from the dead. For me. For Boromir."
He brushed another kiss to Viggo's mouth, then leant up, grazed his teeth to Viggo's ear.
"Apart from that night you never kissed me on set. Everyone else you macked all over, like you were tryin' t'make it okay, but not me. You've got a lot to make up for Mortensen. Starting now, if you want it."
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Viggo's lips were on his and Viggo's hands were in his hair, and he found himself less perched in the chair and more sliding down into its depths with Viggo above him like some overgrown bird.
And then he said 'I love you' and Sean almost laughed out loud, but it would have been totally inappropriate.
"Sodding understatement, mate." It was a rumbled murmur, and Sean returned the affection with a broad grin, lifting his own hands to bury them in Viggo's hair, tugging on the short strands as he pulled him into another kiss. This time when they parted he was still grinning, and he let his hands wander down, squeezed Viggo's ass and pulled him the rest of the way up into the chair, legs around him. If there was one thing Sean wasn't, it was shy about intimacy. At least when you were alone. He hated being with girls who were full on until you got them alone, at which point they suddenly decided things were moving too fast and tried to stall the seduction. Not that he didn't appreciate foreplay, it wasn't that at all. It was confidence that he found attractive, and it got him in trouble far too often.
"There's probably one thing you should know," he purred, "Before we go any further. You know you said you didn't know if it were Boromir or me? Well it were both, you know? Aragorn fell in love, an' so did you. That's the only reason why he'd stay in Gondor after everything. It's why he was so determined to save it he near enough came back from the dead. For me. For Boromir."
He brushed another kiss to Viggo's mouth, then leant up, grazed his teeth to Viggo's ear.
"Apart from that night you never kissed me on set. Everyone else you macked all over, like you were tryin' t'make it okay, but not me. You've got a lot to make up for Mortensen. Starting now, if you want it."