It wasn't perfect and it was glorious and it was everything Viggo had been trying to not think about in thirteen years. He would've wanted it to last longer; would've wanted to see Sean's face as he came, but the choice was yanked straight out of his hands and only need and want remained, pressing against his chest and knotting at his stomach and pulling at him. Every thrust was a struggle to not come immediately, to not let himself be overwhelmed and swallowed up by Sean's heat. Viggo felt as if he was melting, disappearing into Sean, his own body defined by the legs around his waist and the hot, tight vice that clenched around his cock and the trembling neck and thrumming chest that laid underneath him. He could only find the borders of himself when it came into contact with Sean.
And it was mindless now. Mindless rutting, throwing himself forward, fucking Sean into the mattress, thrusting into him hard and fast and rough. Viggo's hands were shaking, but he gritted his teeth and bit down onto Sean's pulse, feeling the rush of his heartbeat against his teeth before he pulled back, grabbing Sean's wrists and pinning them above his head- and he stopped. He stopped there, eyes closed, trying to control himself, to slow his breathing, as he felt Sean writhe on his cock. As he felt Sean come, come from his hands and lips and tongue and cock; as he felt Sean's muscle clench down on him, strangling the breath in his lungs.
"Jesus Christ," he whispered, and his hands clawed at the sheets as he waited. Waited until Sean came down from his orgasm, and Viggo nipped him on his jaw, again.
"I want you to feel this," he said, and he drew back until only the head of his cock remained inside Sean. Then he slammed in. Again and again- it wasn't much, because he couldn't last long, but he relished in the feeling of Sean around him, relaxed and pliant from his orgasm- and he came hard inside him, the light behind his eyelids turning blindingly white. He was buried in deep, his mouth at Sean's throat, breathing in his scent, barely holding himself up with shaking elbows.
Another exhale, and he turned, rolled to his side, slipping out and staring at the ceiling.
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And it was mindless now. Mindless rutting, throwing himself forward, fucking Sean into the mattress, thrusting into him hard and fast and rough. Viggo's hands were shaking, but he gritted his teeth and bit down onto Sean's pulse, feeling the rush of his heartbeat against his teeth before he pulled back, grabbing Sean's wrists and pinning them above his head- and he stopped. He stopped there, eyes closed, trying to control himself, to slow his breathing, as he felt Sean writhe on his cock. As he felt Sean come, come from his hands and lips and tongue and cock; as he felt Sean's muscle clench down on him, strangling the breath in his lungs.
"Jesus Christ," he whispered, and his hands clawed at the sheets as he waited. Waited until Sean came down from his orgasm, and Viggo nipped him on his jaw, again.
"I want you to feel this," he said, and he drew back until only the head of his cock remained inside Sean. Then he slammed in. Again and again- it wasn't much, because he couldn't last long, but he relished in the feeling of Sean around him, relaxed and pliant from his orgasm- and he came hard inside him, the light behind his eyelids turning blindingly white. He was buried in deep, his mouth at Sean's throat, breathing in his scent, barely holding himself up with shaking elbows.
Another exhale, and he turned, rolled to his side, slipping out and staring at the ceiling.
"God."