Viggo wasn't a fool. He might be idealistic, he might be a hopeless romantic at times- but he wasn't an idiot. Sex didn't equate to love, and just because Sean agreed to sleep with him, it didn't mean that he loved him. Viggo had outgrown those assumptions decades ago, and he knew that right now, Sean didn't love him. There was no chance in the world that he would, not when Viggo had been away for so long; not when Christian's shadow still loomed over him, his mark ever present and invisible on Sean's skin.
But Sean was willing to give him a chance, and Viggo would be a fool to take it just because it wasn't perfect. Perfection needed to be worked for, there was no doubt about that, and this man- Viggo had taken the first plunge, the great risk, and he looked at Sean's bright, glittering eyes right now and knew that it would be worth it.
It wasn't just that Sean was beautiful. Viggo was an actor, and he had been in the Hollywood circuit enough to almost be numbed to the physical beauty of human beings. It had stopped affecting him a long time ago, the plain things about the shape of a person's jaw or the colour of their eyes or the curve of their hands- no, Viggo found his inspiration and true beauty in movement, in gracefulness, in their self assurance and vulnerability and reality. It was in their senses of self, and Viggo had never found a person who drew him in more than Sean. Sean with all of his different facets and contradictions, the most complicated of them all.
He breathed out a soft breath, tilting his head to kiss against the heel of the hand. Sean's hand was soft, and warm, and Viggo's lips were dry again. He licked them his tongue prodding slightly against a line on Sean's palm.
"I can do both," he murmured quietly, looking up at Sean from below. He tugged on the hand, placing it around his own shoulders while he wrapped his arms around Sean's back and waist. Viggo knew the layout of the room well enough, and he kissed Sean- gentle little things, closed-mouth and fleeting and yet lingering all the same. He kissed Sean like he was chasing the shadow of his own hair and head on Sean's skin, touching bits and pieces of his lips at one time- and all at once he's moving backwards, pulling Sean with him, finding his way to the bedroom and the bed.
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But Sean was willing to give him a chance, and Viggo would be a fool to take it just because it wasn't perfect. Perfection needed to be worked for, there was no doubt about that, and this man- Viggo had taken the first plunge, the great risk, and he looked at Sean's bright, glittering eyes right now and knew that it would be worth it.
It wasn't just that Sean was beautiful. Viggo was an actor, and he had been in the Hollywood circuit enough to almost be numbed to the physical beauty of human beings. It had stopped affecting him a long time ago, the plain things about the shape of a person's jaw or the colour of their eyes or the curve of their hands- no, Viggo found his inspiration and true beauty in movement, in gracefulness, in their self assurance and vulnerability and reality. It was in their senses of self, and Viggo had never found a person who drew him in more than Sean. Sean with all of his different facets and contradictions, the most complicated of them all.
He breathed out a soft breath, tilting his head to kiss against the heel of the hand. Sean's hand was soft, and warm, and Viggo's lips were dry again. He licked them his tongue prodding slightly against a line on Sean's palm.
"I can do both," he murmured quietly, looking up at Sean from below. He tugged on the hand, placing it around his own shoulders while he wrapped his arms around Sean's back and waist. Viggo knew the layout of the room well enough, and he kissed Sean- gentle little things, closed-mouth and fleeting and yet lingering all the same. He kissed Sean like he was chasing the shadow of his own hair and head on Sean's skin, touching bits and pieces of his lips at one time- and all at once he's moving backwards, pulling Sean with him, finding his way to the bedroom and the bed.