Sean licked his lips again, making a deliberate effort to make sure they weren't going to dry out again any time soon, because he knew he probably would be biting them a lot, and maybe wouldn't get a chance to lick them again. He took a deep breath and dropped his head back, even though he wanted more than anything to look Viggo in the eye. It was just a little difficult straining his neck like that to look up constantly.
Fortunately he didn't have to look up then, because Viggo was leaning back into him, kissing him hard, then kissing him again, and his head spun too, so that he wasn't really aware which way was up, or that he was free. He arched against the touches, twisted his right wrist and drew it free, and the other followed soon after.
He had only a moment to really enjoy the feel of Viggo's fingers circling about his entrance, before he was given the order to find something to hold onto, and he did, snapping his hands up, seizing the headboard as though he were seizing the reins of a particularly wild horse, and tightening his grip fiercely. He didn't know what he was grabbing onto it for, but he knew that in bed it didn't do any good to ignore direct orders from either party.
A moment later Sean was glad he'd grabbed it. He shook all over as Viggo's tongue followed his fingers, and for a second he was expecting something as already overwhelming as a blowjob with Viggo's hands inside of him. It was worse than that, though. Well 'worse' was a matter of perspective. It was fantastic, and completely unexpected, and Jesus what was this man.
Viggo had always been a little out there - worse drunk - and Sean knew never to expect anything but the unexpected from him. Viggo might at any second in public grab him by the mouth and kiss him, and Sean had learnt to appreciate it when he did.
"Fuck," he hissed, and arched. "Fuck."
His nails dug into the bedposts, and he whined, his legs knotting around Viggo's back and tightening, muscles flexing. It was absolutely impossible to relax, even if he knew that was what he should be doing to make this easier. It wasn't easy.
"Vig...Viggo. Sodding hell. You--" A deep, trembling moan. "Fuck me." It wasn't actually an order, more along the lines of any of his previous expletives. Demonstrative. He didn't even think of it in any other way but that.
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Fortunately he didn't have to look up then, because Viggo was leaning back into him, kissing him hard, then kissing him again, and his head spun too, so that he wasn't really aware which way was up, or that he was free. He arched against the touches, twisted his right wrist and drew it free, and the other followed soon after.
He had only a moment to really enjoy the feel of Viggo's fingers circling about his entrance, before he was given the order to find something to hold onto, and he did, snapping his hands up, seizing the headboard as though he were seizing the reins of a particularly wild horse, and tightening his grip fiercely. He didn't know what he was grabbing onto it for, but he knew that in bed it didn't do any good to ignore direct orders from either party.
A moment later Sean was glad he'd grabbed it. He shook all over as Viggo's tongue followed his fingers, and for a second he was expecting something as already overwhelming as a blowjob with Viggo's hands inside of him. It was worse than that, though. Well 'worse' was a matter of perspective. It was fantastic, and completely unexpected, and Jesus what was this man.
Viggo had always been a little out there - worse drunk - and Sean knew never to expect anything but the unexpected from him. Viggo might at any second in public grab him by the mouth and kiss him, and Sean had learnt to appreciate it when he did.
"Fuck," he hissed, and arched. "Fuck."
His nails dug into the bedposts, and he whined, his legs knotting around Viggo's back and tightening, muscles flexing. It was absolutely impossible to relax, even if he knew that was what he should be doing to make this easier. It wasn't easy.
"Vig...Viggo. Sodding hell. You--" A deep, trembling moan. "Fuck me." It wasn't actually an order, more along the lines of any of his previous expletives. Demonstrative. He didn't even think of it in any other way but that.