"Oh, Aragorn had wanted," Viggo's voice was half-breathless, lifting his head to look into those sparkling eyes. He stopped suddenly, body half-splayed upon Sean's thighs, reaching out and grazing the tips of his fingers against the edges of Sean's jaw, then against his lips. Slowly, he dragged down his hand against Sean's throat, flattening it out against his chest, flicking against a nipple with his thumb. For a man in his fifties, Sean was still so incredibly beautiful, and Viggo could feel the muscles of his stomach jump under his hand. "It's a pity that there was so much going on."
He took a breath, and ducked his head, licking a line from the top of Sean's navel upwards to his sternum, letting the tip of his tongue curl against the little dip between his ribs.
"But I wanted to," he continued, and the words were spilling out of him without design, without much thought. Viggo had always been good with words; had always been eloquent, even when he was drunk. He could form words and use them even without thinking, and he wasn't thinking right now. Not when his hands were busy pulling down Sean's pants and underwear, kicking them off.
He was still dressed in his own shirt, jacket and pants, but Viggo ignored it, running his lips and tongue and teeth over Sean's thighs, his hand pressing against the back of his knee, nudging his leg upwards. "Whether it was Boromir or Sean, I wanted to do this. To taste you. I've thought about pinning you down on the grass and painting your skin, and taking photographs on thick paper. The photographs wouldn't have any colour except for your eyes. You have such beautiful eyes."
And he was leaning in, his lips dry again but he let the rough texture press against Sean's cock. He kissed him at the base, then licked until the tip, leaning his head forward until his lips curved around the head, sucking lightly. "I would paint on you," he continued, his voice soft and vibrating against Sean's skin. "Everywhere. Trace every line and every curve, and when I'm done I would lick it all off."
Viggo lifted his eyes, caught Sean's gaze with his own. He slammed a hand against the bed and propelled himself forward, kissing him hard, rubbing the cloth of his slacks against Sean's naked cock.
"There are so many things I want to do to you. For you. With you." Viggo kissed him again, soft and lingering and chaste- then spoiled the illusion by nipping him on the lips. "I shouldn't have waited."
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He took a breath, and ducked his head, licking a line from the top of Sean's navel upwards to his sternum, letting the tip of his tongue curl against the little dip between his ribs.
"But I wanted to," he continued, and the words were spilling out of him without design, without much thought. Viggo had always been good with words; had always been eloquent, even when he was drunk. He could form words and use them even without thinking, and he wasn't thinking right now. Not when his hands were busy pulling down Sean's pants and underwear, kicking them off.
He was still dressed in his own shirt, jacket and pants, but Viggo ignored it, running his lips and tongue and teeth over Sean's thighs, his hand pressing against the back of his knee, nudging his leg upwards. "Whether it was Boromir or Sean, I wanted to do this. To taste you. I've thought about pinning you down on the grass and painting your skin, and taking photographs on thick paper. The photographs wouldn't have any colour except for your eyes. You have such beautiful eyes."
And he was leaning in, his lips dry again but he let the rough texture press against Sean's cock. He kissed him at the base, then licked until the tip, leaning his head forward until his lips curved around the head, sucking lightly. "I would paint on you," he continued, his voice soft and vibrating against Sean's skin. "Everywhere. Trace every line and every curve, and when I'm done I would lick it all off."
Viggo lifted his eyes, caught Sean's gaze with his own. He slammed a hand against the bed and propelled himself forward, kissing him hard, rubbing the cloth of his slacks against Sean's naked cock.
"There are so many things I want to do to you. For you. With you." Viggo kissed him again, soft and lingering and chaste- then spoiled the illusion by nipping him on the lips. "I shouldn't have waited."