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(note: NC-17 under all the cut tags)
Viggo: *Not really sure if I remember the address correctly, I wander around the streets with the letter in hand, hoping that memory serves me well enough to find the address of Sean's apartment. My mood brightens as I notice a landmark I had previously seen, and I walk towards it quickly, recognizing the street names and places now. Before long I'm standing at the stairs leading up to the apartment, and I grip the letter, not sure if I should do this. Sighing deeply, I decide to just go on with it and walk up to Sean's flat, knocking cautiously on the door*
Sean: *frowning before the canvas...not quite what I wanted...dammit. I chew on the end of the brush as I observe, not noticing that I inadvertently smear crimson on my chest as Ido. Nothing's coming. Fuck. I take a healthy swig of wine, nearly choking as I hear a knock. I set the glass and the brush down, glad for the interruption, but wondering who might be there. Opening the door, I smile broadly* Viggo. So good to see you again. Come in... *I step back so he can enter*
Viggo: *Hesitating at the door, I'm just here to deliver a letter to you, but I notice that you're painting and there's a bright crimson smear on your chest, and I have to physically stop myself from reaching over and dabbing my fingers in the smear of paint* Sean, just thought I would drop by, see how you are doing. *Nodding once, I decide it's harmless anyway and step into the apartment, heady with the smell of paint*
Sean: *I frown slightly, glaring at the canvas as I close the door* I'm frustrated. Bloody stupid painting won't co-operate. *I pick up my glass again, taking a sip and then offering it to you*
Viggo: *Staring at the glass of wine, I remind myself that I should just give you the letter and go, but of course my body won't listen to my brain and I reach out for the glass, taking a sip and feeling rather overwhelmed with the taste of you mingled with the wine, a sharp memory of the last time we were together, and I swallow it hurriedly and hand the glass back to you* What's wrong with the painting? How's it not coming along for you?
Sean: *I pick the brush up again, make a few desultory strokes* I don't know.....it's just dry....I woke up today and needed to paint with crimson...needing something hot and passionate...but it's not...it has no life. *chewing on the brush again, sucking it in and out of my mouth*
Viggo: *Watching you with lidded eyes as you suck on the brush handle, my mind replaces the image with a far more erotic one and I have to balance myself on a nearby table, marvelling at the intense, surging effect you always have on me, and I try to clear my throat even though my voice is a bit husky* Then perhaps you should paint on a different kind of canvas.
Sean: *It doesn't register at first but then the words and your tone hit me and I abruptly stop sucking and turn to you, paint handle still in my mouth, eyes wide. I set the brush aside, grinning as I move closer to you* Yes......I think that I should. *I reach you, tugging lightly at your hips to pull you to me, smirking at you* Would you like to be my canvas, Viggo? I think I could paint something very passionate on you....
Viggo: *Breathing deeply at the thought of your proposal, I stare into your devious green eyes and nod once, not even caring anymore about what is right or wrong.* I think we did agree to try that. And now is as good a time as any. *I lift my hands to unbutton my shirt, then stop myself as I grin at you* Or do you want to do the honors?
Sean: *I nod and move your hands away, unbuttoning you slowly, pausing after each button to stroke the skin revealed. Finally, I slip the shirt from your shoulders, tug you to me again, feel skin on skin and let out a small sound of pleasure as I lean in to kiss you* Missed you....*brushing lips gently as I feel you open to me*
Viggo: *Parting my lips, I close my eyes and welcome the invasion of your tongue, slick and tangy with the taste of wine. I run my fingers through your hair, moaning softly into your mouth as you stroke my skin softly before I pull away, whispering into your ear* Missed you too. And where do you want to paint on me? *I kiss your shoulder* And -what- do you want to paint?
Sean: *in between kisses, I manage to get out some words* I want to paint all over you.....your chest...your arms.....on the inside of your thighs. red...yellow...orange....hot colours....then I want to have it smeared all over me when I take you.
Viggo: *Letting out a breathy moan as you describe what you're going to do to me, I can already feel my erection growing swiftly, pressing hard against your thigh as you plunge into my mouth, and I pull apart, running my fingers over your kiss-bruised lips.* I want that so badly, you can't even imagine. Giving my body to you, to paint and mold as you please...*Rubbing my cheek over the stubble on your chin*
Sean: God, yes....my muse, my canvas.....my lover *I reach between us, undoing your trousers, sliding them down, taking you in my hand and stroking you slowly as I kiss you again, craving the taste of you as I've never craved any flavour before*
Viggo: *Kissing you back deeply, I arch into your hand as you stroke my cock, rubbing your thumbs over the leaking tip, and I shudder, desperately wanting to wrap my legs around your waist and have you fill me again, but I know I have to be patient if I want this to be as mindblowing as you promise. I lean forward, my voice husky in your ear* I'd never let anyone else do this Sean, only you.
Sean: *I kiss up and down your neck, smiling at your words* Good....come over here and let me create....*I lead you over to a drop cloth, help divest you of your pants and kneel down with you on the canvas, drawing you close again for a slow, deep kiss*
Viggo: *Grinning into our kiss, I reach out and draw the pots of paints closer as we kneel together, and it doesn't even strike me that I'm completely naked and vulnerable to your touch, to your talented painter's fingers.* What are you going to create, Sean? I'd love to see what you are inspired to do. *Dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth, I look up at you through my lashes, waiting for your response*
Sean: Lie back and see *I dip my fingers into the red first, curving swatch of colour from your breastbone to your bellybutton*
Viggo: *Laying back on the canvas, I smile to myself as I watch you frowning a bit in concentration as you swab red paint on my skin, and I sigh contentedly, waiting to see what you'll do next*
Sean: *I lose myself in the painting, still conscious of you laying there aroused and naked, still wanting you, but inspired....using mostly red, but highlighting with orange and yellow...vague shapes of fire and flame on your chest, taking a few extra moments on your nipples, swirling the paint in lazy circles as I break away to watch you*
Viggo: *My nipples harden at your touch and I bite back a moan, trying to stay still for you so that you can paint but it's more than difficult with your talented hands squeezing and swirling around the nubs* Christ Sean, what are you trying to do? Kill me? *Laughing, I'm sure my cheeks are flush with arousal as I let my fingers tickle your hand gently* You won't want me to mess up your painting, would you?
Sean: *I join your laughter* Not yet. *I lean in for a kiss, careful to keep my body away from yours before moving down, caressing your legs before starting to paint on your thighs, fingers sliding in between them, feather light strokes on the insides of your thighs, watching my fingers as you move your legs apart*
Viggo: *I repeat thoughtfully* Not yet.....not until you claim me anyway. *My breathing becoming ragged as your hands slide inbetween my legs, I spread them further apart for you, sighing as your fingers slide over the skin, slick with paint and my fast-appearing sweat*
Sean: And I will claim you soon....*I pause to wipe my hands, making sure that one is very clean. The other resumes smearing paint around as I dip the fingers of the other into my glass of wine, eyes fixed on you as I slide them slowly inside of you, hand on your thigh stroking in unison as I stroke inside of you*
Viggo: *Arching my hips towards your hand, I moan loudly as I feel your fingers penetrating me, slick with wine while I look up at your burning green gaze, powerless in your hands.* Ohhhhh Sean, feel so good....want you now....in me. *Gasping as you slide your fingers in further, I reach out and run my hand up your knee, relishing the feel of hard muscle as you continue to paint my thigh*
Sean: *I nod, unable to contain myself any longer as I shuck my trousers, lean down to kiss you, tongues tangling as I slide slowly inside of you, feeling your body slick with paint under me*
Viggo: *The feeling of you invading my mouth and my body at the same time is so unbelievable that I blink for a while, willing myself not to come yet. I bump my paint-smeared chest against yours, marking you with paint as well, moving against you in a carnal dance slicked with paint and sweat*
Sean: *I feel the paint on me as well, moving inside of you. Such need you inspire in me...I force my eyes open to watch you, blue eyes a striking contrast with the hot colours around you....they make me even more aroused as I watch the flames undulate with his breath you take* Viggo....
Viggo: Sean....*I reach up and stroke your lips with my fingers, streaking them slightly with yet more paint* What is this effect you have on me? This spell? Are you actually the son of a shaman come to claim this poor painter's mind, soul and...*I pause a little * heart? *Hooking my legs around your waist as you continue to thrust into me, I groan loudly as you hit against my prostate, sending electric sparks through my body*
Sean: *I watch you, entranced by your voice and your lips as I move within you* I'm just me...no one special.....except here...with you...*I bite my lips, closing my eyes, bending my head instinctively toward your lips....so good....* Touch yourself for me, Viggo...let me watch the fire consume you
Viggo: *Unable to resist as your command sends a little thrill down my spine, I reach a hand down tentatively, wrapping it around my cock and running a thumb around the leaking tip. I bring up the moisture-slicked thumb to your mouth and push at your lips gently, silently asking you to taste me*
Sean: *I moan and lick at your finger, eyes dark as I look down at you* So good....*I increase the pace of my thrusts slightly, eyes fixed on you*
Viggo: *Bringing my hand back down, I fix my eyes on yours as I start stroking myself in time with your thrusts, feeling my orgasm building up as you continue to move in me slightly faster* Harder Sean...please......want you......
Sean: *I speed up even more, still watching you stroke yourself, entranced by the sight of you touching yourself, body smeared with paint, lips parted and swollen from my kisses.....so close....so very close...*
Viggo: *Stroking one last time, I shudder as I feel my orgasm exploding, spilling all over our stomachs and adding a splash of white to the smeared crimson-yellow mess, and I find myself reaching out and rubbing it into your skin, urging you to come, just so I can feel the sensation of you filling me and claiming me as your own*
Sean: *your hand reaches out....smears paint and come into my skin and I cannot hold back...I cry out your name as I pound into you, feeling my release deep inside of you, body shuddering, arms unable to hold me up as I slump onto your chest*
Viggo: *Laughing slightly as you collapse in my arms, I wrap them around your shoulders and kiss the side of your cheek, stroking your sweaty, matted hair* Looks like you painted quite a masterpiece, Sean.
Sean: *I settle a bit more comfortably with you, chuckling with you* Oh yes, you are a masterpiece *shifting to kiss you, lips soft and gentle, smiling into the kiss*
Viggo: *Pulling away slightly, I lean up on my elbows so I can study your face - the intense, sharp green eyes, the strong chin - and murmur distractedly as I wipe at the paint on your face* Now you've got to let me try this painting thing one day, Sean. *Pleaces a kiss on your forehead* Let me create my own masterpiece in you.
Sean: *the look on your face takes my breath away....as does the thought of your hands all over me the way mine were on you....smearing paint, making me incoherent with want again....and then taking me, sliding over me with paint, thrusting inside of me....I whimper at those thoughts* Yes. Oh yes, I cannot wait for that day. *eyes all the paint covered flesh* I think that we will be very glad that I've gotten such a huge tub to bathe in...*my smile grows softer* together.
Viggo: *Raising my eyebrows at the mention of the tub, I get onto my knees and yank you up, laughing again as the two of us stand up shakily together, such was the intensity of the painting session* Then I'd just got to see this tub now, haven't I?
Sean: Yes...*I caress your cheek with my hand, pulling you to me again for another intense kiss, seemingly addicted to the taste of you*
Viggo: *Leaning into your cheek, I wrap my arms around your neck and nudge us backwards towards what I hope is the bathroom, but I'm confused by all the doors and I mumble into our kiss* Which one is the bathroom again, Sean?
Sean: *I'm too distracted from our kiss to answer you right away, but finally manage to pull away and lead you into the bathroom*
Viggo: *As the massive tub finally fills with water, I test the temperature with a tentative finger, and thankfully it's not too cold. I slip into the water first, wetting my hair and running my hands through it as I lean back against the edge of the tub. I grin wickedly as I crook my finger at you, inviting you to join me*
Sean: *I wonder if you have any idea how delectable you look, naked, wet, covered in paint, beckoning to me. I practically pounce on you in the tub, sliding in with you, pulling you against me and leaning back and letting out a contented sigh* Mmm... *nuzzling your neck* Stay the night with me?
Viggo: *I blink a little at your question, not really sure what the implications are, but I know that the last thing I want to do is leave. Although I know I have a few matters to sort out first, I decide that they are always better faced in the morning, and I do want to see a different side of you, to watch you sleep. I arch my neck upwards, giving you access as I sigh* Oh Sean, yes. I want to.
Sean: *My hands smooth over your chest, stroking, caressing, sluicing water over you, learning even more of the feel of you. The idea of you next to me in bed all night....is delicious. I kiss around your jaw, gentle licks and nips* You are beautiful.
Viggo: *As the water washes away some of the paint, I sigh happily at your touch, which leaves my skin on fire that can only be doused by your kisses. I lean up as you kiss my jaw, thrilled by the rough feel of your stubble* And so are you, Sean. So beautiful. I want to paint you in a hundred different ways. Want to....*My breath hitches as your tongue lashes out* Want to stay in bed with you all night, our legs tangled together in the sheets.
Sean: And waking up to reach for each other....making love slowly in the darkness then sliding back into sleep.....*my hands keep moving on your chest, sliding down teasingly lower but then back up again, lips still exploring your neck and throat*
Viggo: *I let out a moan as you kiss my Adam's apple, running your talented tongue over it while your hands continue to move over my chest, teasingly refusing to go down to where I -really- ache for your touch, but I'm not complaining, my head hitting the back of the tub as I give myself up completely to your warm, skillful mouth* Sounds like a good plan to me. Can't wait....oh God....
Sean: Mmm.....*I chuckle at your words and moan* Impatient, are you? *my hand finally reaches down, stroking you into full hardness as I continue to kiss you* Perhaps you'd like to just...*slides out from under you, easing you back as I straddle your lap*....take me here and now?
Viggo: *I stare at you with lidded eyes as you straddle me, unable to speak momentarily as you stroke my cock so I'm hard again, letting it nudge against your thigh* Oh, Sean. I'd want to claim you...make you mine. *Drawing you closer to me, I lean down and suck wetly on your left nipple as I slide a hand down and search for your opening, slipping a finger in as I do so*
Sean: *I growl at the combination of your mouth and finger, push down against you, lean toward you* Then take me, Viggo. I am yours.
Viggo: *Dragging my mouth from your nipple, up your chest, trailing up your throat, I kiss the corner of your mouth, not wanting to plunge in just yet. I take my cock in hand and direct it to your opening, hissing with incredible pleasure as the head sinks into you, watching your face for any signs of pain or discomfort. I press kisses to your jaw, taking my time to sink in past the tight ring of muscle* Mine...all mine....
Sean: *I shift, needing to kiss you as I feel you enter me. I moan into your mouth, tongues tangling, hands gripping your shoulders* yes...so good...yours....
Viggo: *As I finally sink all the way in, I can't help moaning at how good you feel, tight wet heat surrounding me, and it takes all my effort not to start thrusting up into you immediately as I force myself to wait and let you adjust to my width. I run my tongue along your teeth, sucking your bottom lip as I pull away reluctantly* Are you alright? You will have to tell me if it hurts....
Sean: Doesn't hurt. Feels good. *impatiently beginning to move on you, leaning down to capture your lips again*
Viggo: *Letting one hand grip the edge of the tub, I run the other hand through your hair, not seeming to be able to get enough of you, of your wet slick mouth and the amazing taste of you and wine combined, and I slowly start to thrust, adjusting your hips* Ohhhhh Sean....so tight....so good.....
Sean: *I can only whimper as we move, holding onto you with one hand, sliding the other down your chest again, curling around you, matching the languid pace of our hips, water rocking gently around us*
Viggo: *I latch my mouth onto your neck, now running both hands up and down your body, feeling every inch and making sure I'm familiar with it, making a mental note to explore it more tonight. I start thrusting harder and faster, bringing a hand down to wrap around your erection, rubbing over the tip in a circular motion* That's it, Sean.....come on....
Sean: *gasp-whimper-moans are coming from my throat now as I throw my head back, stars in front of my eyes as my climax hits, hand still moving on myself*
Viggo: *Watching you lose control in front of me is the most unbelievable thing I have ever seen, and I swallow hard as you arch back towards me, leaning in to taste your exposed throat with a long, delicious lick as I thrust faster, nearing my own orgasm, holding onto your firm, strong shoulders*
Sean: *I manage to gasp out...* Mark me....with your seed...*hips still moving, leaning to suck on your neck*
Viggo: *Upon hearing your words I lose control and cry out as I thrust one final time into you, spilling into your body as I grip your shoulders, shuddering. I make my way to where your neck meets your shoulder and bite down gently, not too hard to cause pain yet enough to leave a mark, claiming you as mine* Ohhhhh, Sean....that was...*I blink dazedly, resting my chin on your shoulder*
Sean: *still catching my breath, I nod, resting my head on your shoulder* Yes, that was. *I'm content to rest in silence with you for a while, trading soft kisses and gentle touches and then finally helping each other wash the paint off* Mmm....shall we dry off and get comfortable in my bed? I'd bought some cheese and bread earlier for supper if you're hungry.
Viggo: *Chuckling as we -finally- get the paint off ourselves, I grin lazily at your suggestion, running a hand fondly through your hair* That sounds like a great idea. I just hope I don't eat too much of your food. After all, we both need the energy...*I purr as I slide my hand down to your throat, rubbing against the mark I just made*...all the energy for tonight.
Sean: *I grin at you, moving my own hands to tangle in your hair* I bought plenty. Some fruit as well. We'll have plenty of energy. *I lean down for one more long kiss before getting out of the tub, helping you up and getting us some towels*
Viggo: *Taking a towel from you, I dry myself off, letting my eyes trail up and down your body, my face flushing when I spot the mark that I had made on your neck, deep and red* Fruit sounds good. It's been a while since I ate. I didn't realise I was hungry. *I grin as I toss the towel aside* Well, the -other- kind of hungry anyway.
Sean: *I chuckle, getting in a good grope as you toss your towel* Bedroom's through there....*gesturing to a door across the hallway, then using the same arm to curl around you, pull you to me for a thorough kiss* Get comfortable, I'll fetch us food and drink. *smacking your bottom*
Viggo: *Flinching at your smack, I grin as I wander into your bedroom, still tingling from your kiss. Your scent hangs in the air and I look around curiously as I climb into your bed, listening to the sounds of you in the kitchen. It is filled with all kinds of finished and half-finished paintings and various art supplies, and I can't help feeling excited about the opportunity to discuss art with you. I snuggle under the sheets and wait for your return, looking at your various paintings with interest*
Sean: *I locate a platter, and toss chunks of bread, a hunk of cheese and a knife and some apples on it. Gathering up a bottle of wine and some glasses, I manage to balance it all and make my way to the bedroom, pausing at the door, watching you look around....naked, wet hair, wrapped in my sheets... you look like you belong there and that makes me smile* Dinner is served. *I hand you the platter and crawl into bed next to you, setting the wine on the bedside table*
Viggo: *I smile broadly as you crawl up into bed with me, balancing the platter carefully between us. Taking up a piece of bread and putting a slide of cheese on top, I reach over and feed it to you, not really caring about whether I'm hungry or not* There you go, open up!
Sean: *I laugh, obeying and munching. I slice off some apple and feed that to you before pouring just one glass of wine and sharing it with you again*
Viggo: *I nibble on the slice of apple you offered me, watching you drink from our glass, and I can't believe I'm here again in your bed, legs curled up with yours as we share food and wine* I just love the paintings in your abode. I simply cannot believe art collectors are not breaking down your door and demanding to be allowed to showcase your work.
Sean: You flatter me, Viggo. But I am pleased that you enjoy my work. I look forward to seeing yours....*I grin and wink* your appartement as well as your paintings. I haven't had much opportunity to talk to fellow artists. *I lean down, press a wine and cheese flavoured kiss to your lips*
Viggo: *I laugh when you pull away, licking my lips at the taste of cheese, wine and you on them* My apartment is but a poor painter's abode, nothing fancy. But you are welcome. I will take you there one day. *Grinning as I fold your long fingers in mine, I snuggle further under the sheets, watching you with bright eyes and still not believing how fortunate I am.*
Sean: *I smile at you, nibbling a slice of apple before replying* Good. *I sip wine, remembering something, my smile growing wider* Did you try your hand at writing me a poem? Was that what was in that envelope from earlier? *I slip down in the bed, the platter still between us, and run my hand down your chest slowly*
Viggo: *My smile fades when I remember the letter, still hidden somewhere in my clothes that are outside on your floor somewhere. I clasp my hand over yours as it runs down my chest, thinking deeply* Well actually, it is a poem of sorts. It's just that- *I frown, squeezing your fingers absently* It probably wasn't a very happy poem.
Sean: *I watch your face, even more curious now* Why not? *pondering* Because of your woman 'amour'?
Viggo: *Looking up sharply, I try to remember what I have told you about Liv so far, but I decide that I didn't really say so much* Well, because of that, yes. You see, after the day I met you, I spent a lot of time thinking about the situation. I know it is the norm for both the bourgeois and the bohemians to have multiple partners, but I am just not that sort of person.*Breathing deeply, I intertwine our fingers together before speaking again* I told Liv - my amour - about you, and she was understandably upset. And now, we have agreed not to see each other for a while. This made me decide that...perhaps it was time to leave the city for a while. So I had decided to follow my gypsy friends to Portugal, and that letter for you...was a goodbye letter. With a farewell poem.
Sean: *I pull back slightly, twinge in my chest at the words 'goodbye' and 'farewell', frowning more now* When do you leave?
Viggo: *Looking at you sideways, the frown on your face tugs at my chest, and I reach out to pull you closer as you back away slightly* No Sean, I don't think I am leaving now. I think I am...reconsidering. I want to stay.
Sean: I don't wish to be a cause of distress for you......*arm sliding around you* But I do wish you would stay. *simply stares into your eyes, unable to vocalize more*
Viggo: *I'm almost speechless as I stare back into your eyes - their amazingly sharp, green depth - and I lean into your embrace, never having felt more comfortable or wonderful* You're not a cause of distress to me, Sean. In fact, on the contrary....I can't remember the last time I felt this happy. *I stroke the hair away from your face* I want to stay. Because of you. If you would have me.
Sean: *I lean into your caress, smile growing* I would have you. In my bed and in my life. *small frown* But what about your amour, Liv?
Viggo: *I stroke your hands gently, deep in thought* I don't know where we stand right now. But she had been angry, disappointed, upset...and she told me not to see her for a few weeks, until I had made my decision about what I want. So I do not know. *I turn to look at you, more than hopeful* But I want to tell her that I -do- know what I want now. And it's you.
Sean: *I lean down for a soft kiss* Are you certain? *fond smile* Not that I'm complaining, just...*frowns at the platter in my way of getting close to you, sits up, puts it on the floor next to the bed, returns to you, shifting closer, smiling as I simply look at you*
Viggo: *As you place the platter on the floor, I wait anxiously before you return back into my arms, smiling down at me* Just what, Sean? I don't want you to have any doubts about us. Or anything else.
Sean: *my eyes darken with desire as I look at you* I don't share well. I especially don't want to share you at all. I don't know why, but I just don't.
Viggo: *I swallow as I see your eyes shift to a possessive dark green, filling me with apprehension and desire at the same time* I'm not asking you to share me, Sean. I will tell Liv it is all over. *I run my hand up your neck, to the mark I have left behind* Yours, remember?
Sean: *voice near a growl as I lean in and over you, pushing you gently back into the bedding* Mine. *my lips lower to yours, kiss strong and fierce*
...fade to black....
Viggo: *Not really sure if I remember the address correctly, I wander around the streets with the letter in hand, hoping that memory serves me well enough to find the address of Sean's apartment. My mood brightens as I notice a landmark I had previously seen, and I walk towards it quickly, recognizing the street names and places now. Before long I'm standing at the stairs leading up to the apartment, and I grip the letter, not sure if I should do this. Sighing deeply, I decide to just go on with it and walk up to Sean's flat, knocking cautiously on the door*
Sean: *frowning before the canvas...not quite what I wanted...dammit. I chew on the end of the brush as I observe, not noticing that I inadvertently smear crimson on my chest as Ido. Nothing's coming. Fuck. I take a healthy swig of wine, nearly choking as I hear a knock. I set the glass and the brush down, glad for the interruption, but wondering who might be there. Opening the door, I smile broadly* Viggo. So good to see you again. Come in... *I step back so he can enter*
Viggo: *Hesitating at the door, I'm just here to deliver a letter to you, but I notice that you're painting and there's a bright crimson smear on your chest, and I have to physically stop myself from reaching over and dabbing my fingers in the smear of paint* Sean, just thought I would drop by, see how you are doing. *Nodding once, I decide it's harmless anyway and step into the apartment, heady with the smell of paint*
Sean: *I frown slightly, glaring at the canvas as I close the door* I'm frustrated. Bloody stupid painting won't co-operate. *I pick up my glass again, taking a sip and then offering it to you*
Viggo: *Staring at the glass of wine, I remind myself that I should just give you the letter and go, but of course my body won't listen to my brain and I reach out for the glass, taking a sip and feeling rather overwhelmed with the taste of you mingled with the wine, a sharp memory of the last time we were together, and I swallow it hurriedly and hand the glass back to you* What's wrong with the painting? How's it not coming along for you?
Sean: *I pick the brush up again, make a few desultory strokes* I don't know.....it's just dry....I woke up today and needed to paint with crimson...needing something hot and passionate...but it's not...it has no life. *chewing on the brush again, sucking it in and out of my mouth*
Viggo: *Watching you with lidded eyes as you suck on the brush handle, my mind replaces the image with a far more erotic one and I have to balance myself on a nearby table, marvelling at the intense, surging effect you always have on me, and I try to clear my throat even though my voice is a bit husky* Then perhaps you should paint on a different kind of canvas.
Sean: *It doesn't register at first but then the words and your tone hit me and I abruptly stop sucking and turn to you, paint handle still in my mouth, eyes wide. I set the brush aside, grinning as I move closer to you* Yes......I think that I should. *I reach you, tugging lightly at your hips to pull you to me, smirking at you* Would you like to be my canvas, Viggo? I think I could paint something very passionate on you....
Viggo: *Breathing deeply at the thought of your proposal, I stare into your devious green eyes and nod once, not even caring anymore about what is right or wrong.* I think we did agree to try that. And now is as good a time as any. *I lift my hands to unbutton my shirt, then stop myself as I grin at you* Or do you want to do the honors?
Sean: *I nod and move your hands away, unbuttoning you slowly, pausing after each button to stroke the skin revealed. Finally, I slip the shirt from your shoulders, tug you to me again, feel skin on skin and let out a small sound of pleasure as I lean in to kiss you* Missed you....*brushing lips gently as I feel you open to me*
Viggo: *Parting my lips, I close my eyes and welcome the invasion of your tongue, slick and tangy with the taste of wine. I run my fingers through your hair, moaning softly into your mouth as you stroke my skin softly before I pull away, whispering into your ear* Missed you too. And where do you want to paint on me? *I kiss your shoulder* And -what- do you want to paint?
Sean: *in between kisses, I manage to get out some words* I want to paint all over you.....your chest...your arms.....on the inside of your thighs. red...yellow...orange....hot colours....then I want to have it smeared all over me when I take you.
Viggo: *Letting out a breathy moan as you describe what you're going to do to me, I can already feel my erection growing swiftly, pressing hard against your thigh as you plunge into my mouth, and I pull apart, running my fingers over your kiss-bruised lips.* I want that so badly, you can't even imagine. Giving my body to you, to paint and mold as you please...*Rubbing my cheek over the stubble on your chin*
Sean: God, yes....my muse, my canvas.....my lover *I reach between us, undoing your trousers, sliding them down, taking you in my hand and stroking you slowly as I kiss you again, craving the taste of you as I've never craved any flavour before*
Viggo: *Kissing you back deeply, I arch into your hand as you stroke my cock, rubbing your thumbs over the leaking tip, and I shudder, desperately wanting to wrap my legs around your waist and have you fill me again, but I know I have to be patient if I want this to be as mindblowing as you promise. I lean forward, my voice husky in your ear* I'd never let anyone else do this Sean, only you.
Sean: *I kiss up and down your neck, smiling at your words* Good....come over here and let me create....*I lead you over to a drop cloth, help divest you of your pants and kneel down with you on the canvas, drawing you close again for a slow, deep kiss*
Viggo: *Grinning into our kiss, I reach out and draw the pots of paints closer as we kneel together, and it doesn't even strike me that I'm completely naked and vulnerable to your touch, to your talented painter's fingers.* What are you going to create, Sean? I'd love to see what you are inspired to do. *Dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth, I look up at you through my lashes, waiting for your response*
Sean: Lie back and see *I dip my fingers into the red first, curving swatch of colour from your breastbone to your bellybutton*
Viggo: *Laying back on the canvas, I smile to myself as I watch you frowning a bit in concentration as you swab red paint on my skin, and I sigh contentedly, waiting to see what you'll do next*
Sean: *I lose myself in the painting, still conscious of you laying there aroused and naked, still wanting you, but inspired....using mostly red, but highlighting with orange and yellow...vague shapes of fire and flame on your chest, taking a few extra moments on your nipples, swirling the paint in lazy circles as I break away to watch you*
Viggo: *My nipples harden at your touch and I bite back a moan, trying to stay still for you so that you can paint but it's more than difficult with your talented hands squeezing and swirling around the nubs* Christ Sean, what are you trying to do? Kill me? *Laughing, I'm sure my cheeks are flush with arousal as I let my fingers tickle your hand gently* You won't want me to mess up your painting, would you?
Sean: *I join your laughter* Not yet. *I lean in for a kiss, careful to keep my body away from yours before moving down, caressing your legs before starting to paint on your thighs, fingers sliding in between them, feather light strokes on the insides of your thighs, watching my fingers as you move your legs apart*
Viggo: *I repeat thoughtfully* Not yet.....not until you claim me anyway. *My breathing becoming ragged as your hands slide inbetween my legs, I spread them further apart for you, sighing as your fingers slide over the skin, slick with paint and my fast-appearing sweat*
Sean: And I will claim you soon....*I pause to wipe my hands, making sure that one is very clean. The other resumes smearing paint around as I dip the fingers of the other into my glass of wine, eyes fixed on you as I slide them slowly inside of you, hand on your thigh stroking in unison as I stroke inside of you*
Viggo: *Arching my hips towards your hand, I moan loudly as I feel your fingers penetrating me, slick with wine while I look up at your burning green gaze, powerless in your hands.* Ohhhhh Sean, feel so good....want you now....in me. *Gasping as you slide your fingers in further, I reach out and run my hand up your knee, relishing the feel of hard muscle as you continue to paint my thigh*
Sean: *I nod, unable to contain myself any longer as I shuck my trousers, lean down to kiss you, tongues tangling as I slide slowly inside of you, feeling your body slick with paint under me*
Viggo: *The feeling of you invading my mouth and my body at the same time is so unbelievable that I blink for a while, willing myself not to come yet. I bump my paint-smeared chest against yours, marking you with paint as well, moving against you in a carnal dance slicked with paint and sweat*
Sean: *I feel the paint on me as well, moving inside of you. Such need you inspire in me...I force my eyes open to watch you, blue eyes a striking contrast with the hot colours around you....they make me even more aroused as I watch the flames undulate with his breath you take* Viggo....
Viggo: Sean....*I reach up and stroke your lips with my fingers, streaking them slightly with yet more paint* What is this effect you have on me? This spell? Are you actually the son of a shaman come to claim this poor painter's mind, soul and...*I pause a little * heart? *Hooking my legs around your waist as you continue to thrust into me, I groan loudly as you hit against my prostate, sending electric sparks through my body*
Sean: *I watch you, entranced by your voice and your lips as I move within you* I'm just me...no one special.....except here...with you...*I bite my lips, closing my eyes, bending my head instinctively toward your lips....so good....* Touch yourself for me, Viggo...let me watch the fire consume you
Viggo: *Unable to resist as your command sends a little thrill down my spine, I reach a hand down tentatively, wrapping it around my cock and running a thumb around the leaking tip. I bring up the moisture-slicked thumb to your mouth and push at your lips gently, silently asking you to taste me*
Sean: *I moan and lick at your finger, eyes dark as I look down at you* So good....*I increase the pace of my thrusts slightly, eyes fixed on you*
Viggo: *Bringing my hand back down, I fix my eyes on yours as I start stroking myself in time with your thrusts, feeling my orgasm building up as you continue to move in me slightly faster* Harder Sean...please......want you......
Sean: *I speed up even more, still watching you stroke yourself, entranced by the sight of you touching yourself, body smeared with paint, lips parted and swollen from my kisses.....so close....so very close...*
Viggo: *Stroking one last time, I shudder as I feel my orgasm exploding, spilling all over our stomachs and adding a splash of white to the smeared crimson-yellow mess, and I find myself reaching out and rubbing it into your skin, urging you to come, just so I can feel the sensation of you filling me and claiming me as your own*
Sean: *your hand reaches out....smears paint and come into my skin and I cannot hold back...I cry out your name as I pound into you, feeling my release deep inside of you, body shuddering, arms unable to hold me up as I slump onto your chest*
Viggo: *Laughing slightly as you collapse in my arms, I wrap them around your shoulders and kiss the side of your cheek, stroking your sweaty, matted hair* Looks like you painted quite a masterpiece, Sean.
Sean: *I settle a bit more comfortably with you, chuckling with you* Oh yes, you are a masterpiece *shifting to kiss you, lips soft and gentle, smiling into the kiss*
Viggo: *Pulling away slightly, I lean up on my elbows so I can study your face - the intense, sharp green eyes, the strong chin - and murmur distractedly as I wipe at the paint on your face* Now you've got to let me try this painting thing one day, Sean. *Pleaces a kiss on your forehead* Let me create my own masterpiece in you.
Sean: *the look on your face takes my breath away....as does the thought of your hands all over me the way mine were on you....smearing paint, making me incoherent with want again....and then taking me, sliding over me with paint, thrusting inside of me....I whimper at those thoughts* Yes. Oh yes, I cannot wait for that day. *eyes all the paint covered flesh* I think that we will be very glad that I've gotten such a huge tub to bathe in...*my smile grows softer* together.
Viggo: *Raising my eyebrows at the mention of the tub, I get onto my knees and yank you up, laughing again as the two of us stand up shakily together, such was the intensity of the painting session* Then I'd just got to see this tub now, haven't I?
Sean: Yes...*I caress your cheek with my hand, pulling you to me again for another intense kiss, seemingly addicted to the taste of you*
Viggo: *Leaning into your cheek, I wrap my arms around your neck and nudge us backwards towards what I hope is the bathroom, but I'm confused by all the doors and I mumble into our kiss* Which one is the bathroom again, Sean?
Sean: *I'm too distracted from our kiss to answer you right away, but finally manage to pull away and lead you into the bathroom*
Viggo: *As the massive tub finally fills with water, I test the temperature with a tentative finger, and thankfully it's not too cold. I slip into the water first, wetting my hair and running my hands through it as I lean back against the edge of the tub. I grin wickedly as I crook my finger at you, inviting you to join me*
Sean: *I wonder if you have any idea how delectable you look, naked, wet, covered in paint, beckoning to me. I practically pounce on you in the tub, sliding in with you, pulling you against me and leaning back and letting out a contented sigh* Mmm... *nuzzling your neck* Stay the night with me?
Viggo: *I blink a little at your question, not really sure what the implications are, but I know that the last thing I want to do is leave. Although I know I have a few matters to sort out first, I decide that they are always better faced in the morning, and I do want to see a different side of you, to watch you sleep. I arch my neck upwards, giving you access as I sigh* Oh Sean, yes. I want to.
Sean: *My hands smooth over your chest, stroking, caressing, sluicing water over you, learning even more of the feel of you. The idea of you next to me in bed all night....is delicious. I kiss around your jaw, gentle licks and nips* You are beautiful.
Viggo: *As the water washes away some of the paint, I sigh happily at your touch, which leaves my skin on fire that can only be doused by your kisses. I lean up as you kiss my jaw, thrilled by the rough feel of your stubble* And so are you, Sean. So beautiful. I want to paint you in a hundred different ways. Want to....*My breath hitches as your tongue lashes out* Want to stay in bed with you all night, our legs tangled together in the sheets.
Sean: And waking up to reach for each other....making love slowly in the darkness then sliding back into sleep.....*my hands keep moving on your chest, sliding down teasingly lower but then back up again, lips still exploring your neck and throat*
Viggo: *I let out a moan as you kiss my Adam's apple, running your talented tongue over it while your hands continue to move over my chest, teasingly refusing to go down to where I -really- ache for your touch, but I'm not complaining, my head hitting the back of the tub as I give myself up completely to your warm, skillful mouth* Sounds like a good plan to me. Can't wait....oh God....
Sean: Mmm.....*I chuckle at your words and moan* Impatient, are you? *my hand finally reaches down, stroking you into full hardness as I continue to kiss you* Perhaps you'd like to just...*slides out from under you, easing you back as I straddle your lap*....take me here and now?
Viggo: *I stare at you with lidded eyes as you straddle me, unable to speak momentarily as you stroke my cock so I'm hard again, letting it nudge against your thigh* Oh, Sean. I'd want to claim you...make you mine. *Drawing you closer to me, I lean down and suck wetly on your left nipple as I slide a hand down and search for your opening, slipping a finger in as I do so*
Sean: *I growl at the combination of your mouth and finger, push down against you, lean toward you* Then take me, Viggo. I am yours.
Viggo: *Dragging my mouth from your nipple, up your chest, trailing up your throat, I kiss the corner of your mouth, not wanting to plunge in just yet. I take my cock in hand and direct it to your opening, hissing with incredible pleasure as the head sinks into you, watching your face for any signs of pain or discomfort. I press kisses to your jaw, taking my time to sink in past the tight ring of muscle* Mine...all mine....
Sean: *I shift, needing to kiss you as I feel you enter me. I moan into your mouth, tongues tangling, hands gripping your shoulders* yes...so good...yours....
Viggo: *As I finally sink all the way in, I can't help moaning at how good you feel, tight wet heat surrounding me, and it takes all my effort not to start thrusting up into you immediately as I force myself to wait and let you adjust to my width. I run my tongue along your teeth, sucking your bottom lip as I pull away reluctantly* Are you alright? You will have to tell me if it hurts....
Sean: Doesn't hurt. Feels good. *impatiently beginning to move on you, leaning down to capture your lips again*
Viggo: *Letting one hand grip the edge of the tub, I run the other hand through your hair, not seeming to be able to get enough of you, of your wet slick mouth and the amazing taste of you and wine combined, and I slowly start to thrust, adjusting your hips* Ohhhhh Sean....so tight....so good.....
Sean: *I can only whimper as we move, holding onto you with one hand, sliding the other down your chest again, curling around you, matching the languid pace of our hips, water rocking gently around us*
Viggo: *I latch my mouth onto your neck, now running both hands up and down your body, feeling every inch and making sure I'm familiar with it, making a mental note to explore it more tonight. I start thrusting harder and faster, bringing a hand down to wrap around your erection, rubbing over the tip in a circular motion* That's it, Sean.....come on....
Sean: *gasp-whimper-moans are coming from my throat now as I throw my head back, stars in front of my eyes as my climax hits, hand still moving on myself*
Viggo: *Watching you lose control in front of me is the most unbelievable thing I have ever seen, and I swallow hard as you arch back towards me, leaning in to taste your exposed throat with a long, delicious lick as I thrust faster, nearing my own orgasm, holding onto your firm, strong shoulders*
Sean: *I manage to gasp out...* Mark me....with your seed...*hips still moving, leaning to suck on your neck*
Viggo: *Upon hearing your words I lose control and cry out as I thrust one final time into you, spilling into your body as I grip your shoulders, shuddering. I make my way to where your neck meets your shoulder and bite down gently, not too hard to cause pain yet enough to leave a mark, claiming you as mine* Ohhhhh, Sean....that was...*I blink dazedly, resting my chin on your shoulder*
Sean: *still catching my breath, I nod, resting my head on your shoulder* Yes, that was. *I'm content to rest in silence with you for a while, trading soft kisses and gentle touches and then finally helping each other wash the paint off* Mmm....shall we dry off and get comfortable in my bed? I'd bought some cheese and bread earlier for supper if you're hungry.
Viggo: *Chuckling as we -finally- get the paint off ourselves, I grin lazily at your suggestion, running a hand fondly through your hair* That sounds like a great idea. I just hope I don't eat too much of your food. After all, we both need the energy...*I purr as I slide my hand down to your throat, rubbing against the mark I just made*...all the energy for tonight.
Sean: *I grin at you, moving my own hands to tangle in your hair* I bought plenty. Some fruit as well. We'll have plenty of energy. *I lean down for one more long kiss before getting out of the tub, helping you up and getting us some towels*
Viggo: *Taking a towel from you, I dry myself off, letting my eyes trail up and down your body, my face flushing when I spot the mark that I had made on your neck, deep and red* Fruit sounds good. It's been a while since I ate. I didn't realise I was hungry. *I grin as I toss the towel aside* Well, the -other- kind of hungry anyway.
Sean: *I chuckle, getting in a good grope as you toss your towel* Bedroom's through there....*gesturing to a door across the hallway, then using the same arm to curl around you, pull you to me for a thorough kiss* Get comfortable, I'll fetch us food and drink. *smacking your bottom*
Viggo: *Flinching at your smack, I grin as I wander into your bedroom, still tingling from your kiss. Your scent hangs in the air and I look around curiously as I climb into your bed, listening to the sounds of you in the kitchen. It is filled with all kinds of finished and half-finished paintings and various art supplies, and I can't help feeling excited about the opportunity to discuss art with you. I snuggle under the sheets and wait for your return, looking at your various paintings with interest*
Sean: *I locate a platter, and toss chunks of bread, a hunk of cheese and a knife and some apples on it. Gathering up a bottle of wine and some glasses, I manage to balance it all and make my way to the bedroom, pausing at the door, watching you look around....naked, wet hair, wrapped in my sheets... you look like you belong there and that makes me smile* Dinner is served. *I hand you the platter and crawl into bed next to you, setting the wine on the bedside table*
Viggo: *I smile broadly as you crawl up into bed with me, balancing the platter carefully between us. Taking up a piece of bread and putting a slide of cheese on top, I reach over and feed it to you, not really caring about whether I'm hungry or not* There you go, open up!
Sean: *I laugh, obeying and munching. I slice off some apple and feed that to you before pouring just one glass of wine and sharing it with you again*
Viggo: *I nibble on the slice of apple you offered me, watching you drink from our glass, and I can't believe I'm here again in your bed, legs curled up with yours as we share food and wine* I just love the paintings in your abode. I simply cannot believe art collectors are not breaking down your door and demanding to be allowed to showcase your work.
Sean: You flatter me, Viggo. But I am pleased that you enjoy my work. I look forward to seeing yours....*I grin and wink* your appartement as well as your paintings. I haven't had much opportunity to talk to fellow artists. *I lean down, press a wine and cheese flavoured kiss to your lips*
Viggo: *I laugh when you pull away, licking my lips at the taste of cheese, wine and you on them* My apartment is but a poor painter's abode, nothing fancy. But you are welcome. I will take you there one day. *Grinning as I fold your long fingers in mine, I snuggle further under the sheets, watching you with bright eyes and still not believing how fortunate I am.*
Sean: *I smile at you, nibbling a slice of apple before replying* Good. *I sip wine, remembering something, my smile growing wider* Did you try your hand at writing me a poem? Was that what was in that envelope from earlier? *I slip down in the bed, the platter still between us, and run my hand down your chest slowly*
Viggo: *My smile fades when I remember the letter, still hidden somewhere in my clothes that are outside on your floor somewhere. I clasp my hand over yours as it runs down my chest, thinking deeply* Well actually, it is a poem of sorts. It's just that- *I frown, squeezing your fingers absently* It probably wasn't a very happy poem.
Sean: *I watch your face, even more curious now* Why not? *pondering* Because of your woman 'amour'?
Viggo: *Looking up sharply, I try to remember what I have told you about Liv so far, but I decide that I didn't really say so much* Well, because of that, yes. You see, after the day I met you, I spent a lot of time thinking about the situation. I know it is the norm for both the bourgeois and the bohemians to have multiple partners, but I am just not that sort of person.*Breathing deeply, I intertwine our fingers together before speaking again* I told Liv - my amour - about you, and she was understandably upset. And now, we have agreed not to see each other for a while. This made me decide that...perhaps it was time to leave the city for a while. So I had decided to follow my gypsy friends to Portugal, and that letter for you...was a goodbye letter. With a farewell poem.
Sean: *I pull back slightly, twinge in my chest at the words 'goodbye' and 'farewell', frowning more now* When do you leave?
Viggo: *Looking at you sideways, the frown on your face tugs at my chest, and I reach out to pull you closer as you back away slightly* No Sean, I don't think I am leaving now. I think I am...reconsidering. I want to stay.
Sean: I don't wish to be a cause of distress for you......*arm sliding around you* But I do wish you would stay. *simply stares into your eyes, unable to vocalize more*
Viggo: *I'm almost speechless as I stare back into your eyes - their amazingly sharp, green depth - and I lean into your embrace, never having felt more comfortable or wonderful* You're not a cause of distress to me, Sean. In fact, on the contrary....I can't remember the last time I felt this happy. *I stroke the hair away from your face* I want to stay. Because of you. If you would have me.
Sean: *I lean into your caress, smile growing* I would have you. In my bed and in my life. *small frown* But what about your amour, Liv?
Viggo: *I stroke your hands gently, deep in thought* I don't know where we stand right now. But she had been angry, disappointed, upset...and she told me not to see her for a few weeks, until I had made my decision about what I want. So I do not know. *I turn to look at you, more than hopeful* But I want to tell her that I -do- know what I want now. And it's you.
Sean: *I lean down for a soft kiss* Are you certain? *fond smile* Not that I'm complaining, just...*frowns at the platter in my way of getting close to you, sits up, puts it on the floor next to the bed, returns to you, shifting closer, smiling as I simply look at you*
Viggo: *As you place the platter on the floor, I wait anxiously before you return back into my arms, smiling down at me* Just what, Sean? I don't want you to have any doubts about us. Or anything else.
Sean: *my eyes darken with desire as I look at you* I don't share well. I especially don't want to share you at all. I don't know why, but I just don't.
Viggo: *I swallow as I see your eyes shift to a possessive dark green, filling me with apprehension and desire at the same time* I'm not asking you to share me, Sean. I will tell Liv it is all over. *I run my hand up your neck, to the mark I have left behind* Yours, remember?
Sean: *voice near a growl as I lean in and over you, pushing you gently back into the bedding* Mine. *my lips lower to yours, kiss strong and fierce*
...fade to black....