Moving day
Viggo: *I lug my bags up the staircase, struggling with the huge easel under my right arm as I grip onto a roll of empty canvasses with the other. Sean probably has more than enough art supplies for both of us, but I could not bear to leave this worn-out easel behind, having brought it with me all over my travels. Thierry climbs up the stairs behind me, carrying his water dish in his mouth. I lumber up the stairs further and see you waiting at the top with a broad grin, your door wide open* I'm afraid you will not have space for me and all my junk, mon ami.
Sean: *I move to help you, taking some bags from you, knowing you would prefer to deal with your art supplies yourself, chuckling at the sight of Thierry, petting him* We will have plenty of space. *leaning in to nip at your ear, mind already filled with lots of lovely ideas of how to best welcome you*
Viggo: *I plant a quick kiss on your cheek as you lean in, passing you whatever I can with a relieved sigh* I'm glad for that. You are lucky that I left behind a lot of things, like paint and some useless furniture that did belong to me anyway. *Thierry wanders into your apartment, dropping his water dish and sniffing around in approval. I pass you more things and the last of my bags, wiping the sweat off my forehead from the exertion of carrying everything*
Sean: *I drop your bags, going into the kitchen to fill Theirry's water dish and to pour us some wine. I walk back to you, slippping an arm around your waist, handing you the glass of wine as I busy myself with nuzzling your neck* Welcome, home.
Viggo: *I take a grateful sip from the wine, immensely enjoying the full, rich taste as well as the feeling of your lips on my neck, arching up towards your touch* Sean.....your door is still open. Your neighbours might see. *I give you a meaningful look as I sip more wine, my eyes bright and mischievous*
Sean: *I grin, taking the wine glass from you, setting it down on the table, pulling you into the doorway itself and then proceeding to kiss you very thoroughly, hands firmly attached to your bottom*
Viggo: *I'm about to protest before you snake your tongue into my mouth, turning my words into a long, drawn-out moan as I clutch at the doorway for balance, enjoying the rough feel of your hands on my ass. I rub my knee against your hardening crotch, casting an eye nervously around the empty hallway* Sean....neighbours......
Sean: *I chuckle, pulling you back inside and shutting the door* I don't care. They'll hear us soon enough. Do you have anything more to bring up? *as I'm talking, I'm busy nibbling and licking at your ear*
Viggo: *My mouth drops open in pleasure as you suck on my earlobe, and I want to melt against the door and give in completely to your mouth and tongue, but I have a hazy memory of some things still downstairs* Sean....I still have some travel souvenirs downstairs. *I pull away very reluctantly from your touch, giving you one last kiss on the lips* Let me just go down and get them, then I'm done. *I open the door and run down the stairs, picking up the last of the items and hurrying back up the stairs*
Sean: *I sip the wine as you go downstairs, absentmindedly petting Thierry as I watch you come back upstairs, lounging in the doorway so you have to brush by me*
Viggo: *As I haul the various Spanish scarves and tapestries upstairs - gifts from dear friends - I catch sight of you leaning in the doorway and my breath is taken away once again...you look like you don't even know how unbelievably beautiful and sexy you are. I pretend to look unaware as I pass you in the doorway, brushing my whole body against you, then walk in with a secretive grin. I bend down and start arranging the tapestries on the floor, hoping none of them are damaged*
Sean: *Ah, you are such a delicious tease....I sigh as you brush by me and then watch in amazement as you bend over, pretending, or perhaps not, to arrange your tapestries.....your ass an open invitation to me. I'm eager to accept the invitation, setting the wine down and walking over to you, brushing my erection against you as my hands grip your hips*
Viggo: *I'm frowning in concentration at a Seville scarf, wondering whether it was my friend Carlotta who had given it to me...when my eyes suddenly widen at the feel of your hands on my hips, then you pressing your erection against me....I can't help moaning as I grip the scarf, wanting you inside me this very minute, in this very position, but only your name tumbles out of my mouth* Sean.....
Sean: Yes.....*I nod my head toward a chair nearby, scooting you over to it* Hold on, Viggo.....*I'm fumbling at my own trousers, and at yours, shoving mine down around my ankles, stroking myself a few times before managing to get yours off, rubbing my cock up and down between your cheeks*
Viggo: *I groan even louder at the feeling of your leaking erection trailing up and down my ass, thrusting it back against you in impatience as I grip the chair, wanting you to take me NOW, bent over this chair in front of you* Sean, for God's sake, hurry up....
Sean: *I lick my hand, slick myself with spit, lick again and enter you with two fingers, not having the patience for much before I have to have you...cock sliding slowly in, not wanting to hurt you. I cry out at how good you feel, hands gripping your hips tighter, pausing to give you time to adjust*
Viggo: *I think of how we must look like....and I close my eyes at the image, hissing sharply as you choose that moment to enter me, and we're already so used to each other as lovers that it doesn't take long for me to adjust, taking a few deep breaths and willing the pain away, feeling it melt into pleasure, drawing a whimper from me as I balance myself on the chair*
Sean: *I look down, see myself inside of you, begin to move, watch as I slip in and out of you, unable to keep the pace slow, needing more, thrusting deep inside of you, pulling nearly completely out before thrusting back in, one hand reaching around to stroke you, growling as I take your cock in hand, stroking it quickly in time with my movements*
Viggo: *I groan everytime your hips bump into mine, relishing the feel of your sweaty skin against mine, the pain quickly fading away as you thrust into me, each stroke longer and harder and I moan your name as you hit my prostate, an automatic response* Sean...so good....harder.....*I grip the chair, thrusting into your warm hands and mimicking the actions of you thrusting into my body, licking the sweat from my lips*
Sean: *I obey, thrusting harder, deeper, moaning at how good it feels....deep inside of you while your cock is in my grip....I cannot control myself, thrusts increasing in pace, crying out your name as I feel my orgasm take over, making me shake as I seat myself deep within you*
Viggo: *I feel you thrust into me one last time as you spill into me, your body shaking, and I push myself up from the chair, arching into you until we're almost touching from head to toe with you still in me, wrapping my hands around your own that are still on my cock. I take a deep breath and exhale your name, feeling my own orgasm building, throwing my head back against your shoulder, my eyes closed in bliss as I near the edge, the rough feel of your hands on me* Sean....Sean, Sean...
Sean: *I growl-whisper in your ear* Come for me, Viggo....my Viggo....*I stroke with you, leaning my head to kiss and suck on your neck*
Viggo: *The combination of your words in my ear, then the feeling of your lips sucking gently on my neck...I close my eyes and cry out as I come all over your hands and mine, pressing back to bury my nose in your hair, loving the feeling of being claimed, being posessed, being yours* SEAN.....oh God...I will never stop saying that....saying who I belong to...
Sean: *I wrap my arms around you, not caring about the stickiness, knowing that a nice hot shared bath to clean up will follow. I nuzzle at your neck, chuckling just a bit* I wonder if we'll get any work done at all....not that I'm complaining......I could fuck you day and night and still not get enough of you. *I can feel myself still inside of you and close my eyes, just savoring it*
Viggo: *I'm content to just stand there in your arms, breathing in the smell of sex and you and me and everything mingled together, my head leaning back and my hair falling all over your shoulder...I realise that you still haven't pulled out and I don't want you to, locking our fingers together with a grin* I would not get enough of that too, min elske....my body feels wrong without your touch. And who cares about the work? *I edge us towards the bathroom, remembering with a pleasant shudder the last time we were there and made love in the tub* Come on, let's get us cleaned up. *I smile deviously as we both walk in, closing the door behind us*