Sean might have been holding back a little on his own fantasy, but Viggo's when he told it was as filthy as Sean had considered making his own. It was romantic enough--you always look so magnificent riding a horse--but it trailed off into a lot more than that, and Sean slid his hands down the back of Viggo's thighs, gently pulling him closer, rocking his own hips upward into the other man's, shivering visibly as Viggo's hand wandered under his shirt.
"That sounds fantastic," he growled, softly, and drew Viggo's hand back to his mouth and gently bit the tip of his thumb.
Was he really these things, or was it just the rose tinted glasses that Viggo always wore making yet another appearance? Sean himself knew he was dazzled by glamour, tripped over his tongue like any other man when a beautiful woman walked into a room (and that had gotten him in more than enough trouble, and destroyed at least one if not more of his marriages). He didn't see Viggo as beautiful, and it wasn't anything as trite as convenience either. Love? Sean might say love was easy for him, but was it really love? All those relationships? Was it just two people who happened to meet well and line up well and have reasonable great sex?
He'd told Christian he loved him.
No, Viggo was a little more like an experiment, and that wasn't fair to him, not really. He didn't know all of what to make of him, and it could go horribly wrong. The fact that Viggo loved him so unrepentently just might be too much to handle, and he'd end up breaking his heart. He hated breaking people's hearts. But he made of people what he saw of them, and Viggo was no different. He'd give it a chance. Maybe it'd be everything he wanted. Maybe it'd be what he'd been looking for all this time.
His hands rose up again, from Viggo's hips up to his shoulders, and then he gave him a little push off his lap, leaning in to kiss his chin.
"First part of that is going to the bed, Vig. Means you have to stop kissing me, 'less you think you can handle both at once." He bit at his stubble and grinned, and raised a hand to brush back through his hair, tilting his head back. "And when we get there, you'd better make good on all your promises."
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"That sounds fantastic," he growled, softly, and drew Viggo's hand back to his mouth and gently bit the tip of his thumb.
Was he really these things, or was it just the rose tinted glasses that Viggo always wore making yet another appearance? Sean himself knew he was dazzled by glamour, tripped over his tongue like any other man when a beautiful woman walked into a room (and that had gotten him in more than enough trouble, and destroyed at least one if not more of his marriages). He didn't see Viggo as beautiful, and it wasn't anything as trite as convenience either. Love? Sean might say love was easy for him, but was it really love? All those relationships? Was it just two people who happened to meet well and line up well and have
reasonablegreat sex?He'd told Christian he loved him.
No, Viggo was a little more like an experiment, and that wasn't fair to him, not really. He didn't know all of what to make of him, and it could go horribly wrong. The fact that Viggo loved him so unrepentently just might be too much to handle, and he'd end up breaking his heart. He hated breaking people's hearts. But he made of people what he saw of them, and Viggo was no different. He'd give it a chance. Maybe it'd be everything he wanted. Maybe it'd be what he'd been looking for all this time.
His hands rose up again, from Viggo's hips up to his shoulders, and then he gave him a little push off his lap, leaning in to kiss his chin.
"First part of that is going to the bed, Vig. Means you have to stop kissing me, 'less you think you can handle both at once." He bit at his stubble and grinned, and raised a hand to brush back through his hair, tilting his head back. "And when we get there, you'd better make good on all your promises."