Information and just a little bit too much input for him to process properly; for him to look at from all the angles he had to look at and understand the consequences and implications of what Sean was telling him. Viggo wasn't entirely surprised that Bale was married - he was there with his wife, wasn't he? But he was more surprised at how easily Sean had given up that information; that he seemed to have no problem with it. That just seemed- odd, to Viggo.
It wasn't that he hadn't had his own affairs with married people. His was a woman, but what differences were there, in the end? Viggo couldn't think about her being married while they were together- in as much together as he could be, while his heart had belonged to someone else. Even then, he couldn't think about it, and needed her to pull off her wedding ring even when they spoke to each other. Sean's ease was- disturbing.
But Viggo's thoughts screeched to a halt and focused on what was more important. That this was Sean's fantasy, and he wanted to see him again, and again, and again. That it didn't have to be chaste, and Viggo could reach forward and take what he wanted for so long. It wasn't a dream or a rebound, and Sean was perfectly clear-sighted. He knew what Viggo wanted, and what he himself wanted, and Christian Bale had nothing to do with this at all.
Viggo reached out and touched, cupping Sean's face with long fingers, leaning close until his lips brushed against the edges of Sean's ears. His breath was hot, and his words slurred, and it was an actual effort to not speak Spanish, all of the sudden.
"I've always wanted to bring you back to Idaho," he murmured against Sean's hair. "There are hills behind the estate where I live, and the horses and the stables. You always look so magnificent while riding a horse, and I want to bring you riding in the early morning, to see the sun brightening your hair. Before that I would watch you wake up with the dawn, and I will fuck you gently into the mattress. There's no one around for miles, and I will make you scream and melt and want me as much as I want you whenever you do something as beautiful as breathing."
His own breath was shaking, and his hands shifted, moving down, down. Down to Sean's waistband, hooking against it- then moving up, sliding up against his chest, feeling smooth, hot skin beneath his calluses. "But right now, I'm not going to let you sleep. We're going to the bed, and I'm going to make sure that you don't remember any other name than mine."
Viggo's eyes were bright, and he traced Sean's bottom lip with his thumb, pressing in- before he kissed him. Just the barest brush of lips against lips.
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It wasn't that he hadn't had his own affairs with married people. His was a woman, but what differences were there, in the end? Viggo couldn't think about her being married while they were together- in as much together as he could be, while his heart had belonged to someone else. Even then, he couldn't think about it, and needed her to pull off her wedding ring even when they spoke to each other. Sean's ease was- disturbing.
But Viggo's thoughts screeched to a halt and focused on what was more important. That this was Sean's fantasy, and he wanted to see him again, and again, and again. That it didn't have to be chaste, and Viggo could reach forward and take what he wanted for so long. It wasn't a dream or a rebound, and Sean was perfectly clear-sighted. He knew what Viggo wanted, and what he himself wanted, and Christian Bale had nothing to do with this at all.
Viggo reached out and touched, cupping Sean's face with long fingers, leaning close until his lips brushed against the edges of Sean's ears. His breath was hot, and his words slurred, and it was an actual effort to not speak Spanish, all of the sudden.
"I've always wanted to bring you back to Idaho," he murmured against Sean's hair. "There are hills behind the estate where I live, and the horses and the stables. You always look so magnificent while riding a horse, and I want to bring you riding in the early morning, to see the sun brightening your hair. Before that I would watch you wake up with the dawn, and I will fuck you gently into the mattress. There's no one around for miles, and I will make you scream and melt and want me as much as I want you whenever you do something as beautiful as breathing."
His own breath was shaking, and his hands shifted, moving down, down. Down to Sean's waistband, hooking against it- then moving up, sliding up against his chest, feeling smooth, hot skin beneath his calluses. "But right now, I'm not going to let you sleep. We're going to the bed, and I'm going to make sure that you don't remember any other name than mine."
Viggo's eyes were bright, and he traced Sean's bottom lip with his thumb, pressing in- before he kissed him. Just the barest brush of lips against lips.
"At least for tonight."