It was a pity that Viggo couldn't see any of it, because his head was still ducked down, tongue and lips at work on Sean's skin. But he could hear his voice; hear the accent thickening further, his voice deepening, and Viggo could almost feel the rumble of his ribs and lungs from here. That moan made him grin, and he turned his head slightly, pressing that smile against Sean's thigh, nipping against the smooth, gold expanse before licking against it slightly.
Then he licked at him again, a slow lingering thing before he pulled away. Before Sean could react, he was already pressing a single finger inside, breaching past the tight muscles, feeling Sean's tension around skin and muscle, and he kissed against his thigh again, deliberately ignoring his erection.
"I will," Viggo said, and his voice had deepened even further. There was a promise there, and he laughed silently to himself. "I will fuck you, Sean, until you forget your own name."
He crooked his fingers inside, sliding in further, trying to find that spot- and at the same time, he licked around his own finger, his tongue tasting Sean's entrance and taking in the smell of musk and sweat and sex. He took a breath, and kept talking, this time pressing two fingers inside, feeling clenching heat and the velvety smooth muscles. For a moment, he had to duck his head, sucking in a breath through his name and feeling the coldness sink into his lungs- but that backfired, just a little, because he now had a lungful of Sean's scent, and he wanted and wanted and wanted.
The ache was physical and mental, and Viggo could feel himself pressing against the mattress, his hips grounding hard against it. He wanted into Sean, to fuck him like he had said (albeit Sean had meant it entirely differently), and he bit down hard on his own lip to control himself. Later- just- later.
He had started speaking again, his words muffled against Sean's skin as he licked around his own finger, tasting salt and plasticky lube. "I've never thought about this, not really. But I'm good at thinking up some things at the fly, and I've always known that I want to hear my name in your voice. Just like that. Keep saying it. Don't ever stop."
Viggo took another breath, and he crooked his fingers up. Stopped talking, and he licked again at Sean's entrance, touching his own fingers- then he did that again. Stroke against Sean's prostate on the inside, licking him on the outside, and Viggo's other hand curled around Sean's cock, pulling from the base to the tip, twisting very slightly at the top and smearing precum all over his own hand.
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Then he licked at him again, a slow lingering thing before he pulled away. Before Sean could react, he was already pressing a single finger inside, breaching past the tight muscles, feeling Sean's tension around skin and muscle, and he kissed against his thigh again, deliberately ignoring his erection.
"I will," Viggo said, and his voice had deepened even further. There was a promise there, and he laughed silently to himself. "I will fuck you, Sean, until you forget your own name."
He crooked his fingers inside, sliding in further, trying to find that spot- and at the same time, he licked around his own finger, his tongue tasting Sean's entrance and taking in the smell of musk and sweat and sex. He took a breath, and kept talking, this time pressing two fingers inside, feeling clenching heat and the velvety smooth muscles. For a moment, he had to duck his head, sucking in a breath through his name and feeling the coldness sink into his lungs- but that backfired, just a little, because he now had a lungful of Sean's scent, and he wanted and wanted and wanted.
The ache was physical and mental, and Viggo could feel himself pressing against the mattress, his hips grounding hard against it. He wanted into Sean, to fuck him like he had said (albeit Sean had meant it entirely differently), and he bit down hard on his own lip to control himself. Later- just- later.
He had started speaking again, his words muffled against Sean's skin as he licked around his own finger, tasting salt and plasticky lube. "I've never thought about this, not really. But I'm good at thinking up some things at the fly, and I've always known that I want to hear my name in your voice. Just like that. Keep saying it. Don't ever stop."
Viggo took another breath, and he crooked his fingers up. Stopped talking, and he licked again at Sean's entrance, touching his own fingers- then he did that again. Stroke against Sean's prostate on the inside, licking him on the outside, and Viggo's other hand curled around Sean's cock, pulling from the base to the tip, twisting very slightly at the top and smearing precum all over his own hand.
"Let me hear you."