Inspriation and creation
nc-17 behind the cut
Viggo: *Swirling my brush around on the large dab of violet on the palette, I squint at the giant splattered canvas in front of me, not really sure what is wrong with it, what I'm supposed to add to it.....after a long time, I finally step forward and add a few tentative strokes of violet, liking how it seems to accentuate what I'm trying to say. I step back and stare at the canvas, wondering what still needs to be added to it.*
Sean: *Busy with green....no, perhaps blue mixed in with it...I frown, then nod. Not bad. I pause, chewing on the end of my paintbrush before mixing some white with yellow to make a paler yellow, I dab it on. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you step back and turn my head slightly. God, you're gorgeous, standing there, few splatters of paint on your arms, just watching your canvas.....*
Viggo: *I bite my lip and take up a smaller brush this time, swirling it in green before applying some large, broad strokes. Ah, this is much better now. I step back and contemplate it again, but I somehow feel eyes on me and I turn my head, grinning sideways at you, noticing how we're both paint splattered.* How's your painting coming along? Mine...refuses to co-operate somehow.
Sean: *I shrug, wrinkling up my nose somewhat* It's....coming. Slowly. *I smile as I watch you* I think I have an idea of how I can help you get your painting to cooperate....*my eyes travel up and down your body before coming back to meet yours*
Viggo: *Even though we've been together for quite some time, I can't help flushing everytime you stare at me, your intense green eyes trailing up and down, sending a thrill down my spine. I set down my palette and brushes, and walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist with a large grin* Oh, really? What idea is that? I'd love to hear it.
Sean: *I return your embrace, shaking my head though* Nope, not telling you. *getting in a discreet grope before releasing you, giving you a gentle push back to your canvas* I'll just show you in a bit. Just go back to painting. Forget I'm even here. *I wink before turning back to my canvas*
Viggo: *Raising an eyebrow, I give you one last squeeze before walking back to my canvas, mystified. I bend down to pick up my palette and brushes again. It's very hard to forget that you're there, not when your presence is so magnetic, but I try to lose myself in the painting again, wishing that I knew exactly what it needed to complete it. I add a few tentative strokes of burgundy with a sigh.*
Sean: *I put a few small strokes of the pale yellow in...just ever so subtle highlights. There. Now it can wait. I set my brush and palette down, walking behind you, whispering in your ear before I even touch you...* remember...i'm not here.....just keep painting...let it flow from you... *I stand behind you, body just barely brushing yours, hands gently moving around you and stroking lightly your chest and abdomen*
Viggo: *I'm about to add some royal navy when I sense your presence behind me, and I turn my head, smiling as you lean in to whisper in my ear* It's going to be difficult to ignore you, min elske. *My breath hitches when your fingers start trailing over me lightly, but I'm more than willing to play along. I force myself to concentrate the best I can, trying to forget that you're behind me, staring at the painting again, unable to not enjoy the feel of your light touches.*
Sean: *voice still pitched quite low* Just relax.....and let what you're feeling flow into your painting...*I press light kisses to the back of your neck, hands stroking a bit more boldly now, still keeping our bodies just lightly pressed together*
Viggo: *I arch my neck up with a barely audible moan, aching for more of your lips on me, just dying to fling my palette and brushes to one corner and shove you down to the floor and have you there and then, but I close my eyes, willing myself to stay in control. I lean back against you, brush still swirling in my palette, and add a few strokes of light blue, glad that my hand remains steady despite what you're doing to me.*
Sean: *hands now pressed firmly to your chest, stroking, teasing your nipples, mouth moving around to your neck now....in between kisses, pausing to watch your painting progress, whispering the occasional reminder that '"i'm not really here"...."keep painting".....as I kiss you and my hands slip to toy with the waistband of your trousers*
Viggo: *It is -impossible- to ignore you, with your hands running over my hardening nipples, your warm mouth sucking on my neck. It really takes all the control I have not to completely melt under your touch, and it is with the last of my wits that I dab my brush in some green that I've chosen specifically because it reminds me of your eyes, and my hand shakily reaches out to smear some on the canvas, my breathing heavy by now.*
Sean: *I have your trousers unbuttoned now, glimpses at the painting become more infrequent as I occupy myself with kissing your neck and shoulders thoroughly, hands sliding your trousers down, tracing your hips and the top of your thighs before wrapping around you, letting out a satisfied rumble of satisfaction at your hardness*
Viggo: *I shut my eyes in pure bliss, arching my neck up even more for you to kiss, and my mouth drops open when you get my trousers off, hands roaming all over my hips before they slide to my aching erection, and I let out a whoosh of air, not even caring that I just left an ugly zig-zag stripe on my painting* Sean....can't paint.....oh God....
Sean: *One hand keeps moving on you as the other manages to unfasten and shove down my own trousers* Try, love...keep painting as long as you can.....*reaching down for the oil that's never far from us, slicking my fingers and sliding them inside of you*
Viggo: *My knuckles are almost white from gripping the paintbrush with restraint, as I try to desperately to control myself. I'm not even looking at the painting anymore, moaning as my hips can't help bucking into your hand. My eyes roll up in pleasure when I feel your fingers sliding in, warm and slick, and that is it, I need you NOW or I will go crazy. I thrust my ass back against you, groaning at the feel of your cock pressing against my hip.* Sean...how am I going to paint like this? I'm ruining my own painting...
Sean: *I chuckle, sliding my fingers free, pressing the head of my cock inside of you, covering your hands with my own, moving them to grasp onto your painting and easel* Then let's paint together...*pushes inside, whimpermoaning at how good it feels, never tiring of this feeling, pushing you forward, your body resting against your painting as I slide a hand between us, slicking paint over you, stroking you as I begin to move inside of you*
Viggo: *I try to catch my breath when I feel the tip of your cock pushing in, bracing myself for you thrusting in fully, but I'm surprised when you take my hands and put them on the canvas, then slowly push me forward until I'm leaning completely against it, my chest and legs and face all smeared with paint, such an amazing turn-on. I moan even louder at the feeling of you thrusting all the way in, taking a few moments to adjust to your width, helpless as you pin me against the canvas* Sean....oh God.....
Sean: Much....better....than a....brush...*I'm becoming quite paint covered myself and my hand still moves on you, so absolutely lost in you, moving quick and sure, not too fast, not too slow...my mouth moves back to your neck, sucking and kissing, wanting to use every possible body part to show you how I feel*
Viggo: Oh Jesus, yes. A million times better. *I lean my head on the canvas, aching for more of your mouth on me as I reach back and brush my hair aside, exposing more of the back of my neck for you. Each thrust of your hips drive me even more up against the canvas, our slick, sweaty bodies mingling with the paint, my knees almost collapsing at the feel of your rough hand stroking my own cock vigorously*
Sean: *pure primal need fills me as I watch you and drive hard into you......you are mine and my knees nearly go weak from the force of that...posesssion....making me thrust harder into you, needing to brand you and show you that you have branded me. I stroke you quicker, wanting us to come together....nipping at your ear, voice hoarse* Wait for me, Viggo....*I moan, gripping onto you with my other hand, close....so close*
Viggo: *You're driving so hard into me that I can't help but whimper, trying desperately to cling onto the canvas as you thrust so hard that I'm almost on my toes, utterly crazy with the feeling of being taken by you like this, being claimed by you and groaning only your name, never able to get enough of you as I feel my orgasm building, forcing myself to wait for you, to obey you* Yes Sean....but be quick...won't be able....much longer....
Sean: Yes....*I whimper, smell of paint mixing with the smell of you..the smell of us...slick slip slide in and out...and manage to shout your name as I drive hard and deep into you, body pressed fully against you as I feel myself climax hard*
Viggo: *I don't know how much longer I can hold on, with your mouth on my back and your hand swiftly stroking me into oblivion. I close my eyes as you shout out my name and spill into me, gripping onto the edges of the canvas as I finally stop restraining myself, shooting all over your hands and the painting, streaking it with white as I moan your name, bucking back against you and not quite willing to let you slide out of me just yet*
Sean: *I rest my forehead against the back of your head, nuzzling your hair, hands moving around you, smearing paint and come and not caring, just needing to touch you, bodies still pressed close together, still buried deep inside of you* Love you, Viggo...
Viggo: *I turn my head sideways, cheek resting against the totally destroyed and smeared painting as I grin at you, panting, still trying to recover from the extreme high* I love you too, Sean. *I reach for your paint-splattered hand and place a kiss on your fingers* And I love it when you brand me as yours, just loved you pinning me to the canvas like that. *I grin mournfully* I think the painting can't be salvaged, though.
Sean: *I chuckle, peering over your shoulder, pulling us back just a bit so we can see better* Hmm, I think we have to save it though...hang it in the hallway outside the bathroom as a reminder of today. *I hold up a paint-smeared hand then rub it around some more on your stomach* I think another trip to the bathroom is in order.
Viggo: *I lean back against you contentedly, warm with your arms around my waist, your hand on my stomach as I regard the painting with amusement* Sean, what are you going to tell visitors when they visit your apartment and ask after this painting? I'll be interested to see if you tell them the truth, or if we will just exchange knowing looks. *I sigh, stroking your arm gently* And yes, we'll need a bath. You know, I believe we have 'christened' every room in your flat, except for the kitchen. *I tug us both towards the bathroom, still keeping your arms around me.*
Sean: *I follow you, laughing out loud* "Yes, I have a very special work to show you....this one....ah, yes.....this? this is the painting created by Viggo while I seduced him and then pressed him against it and fucked him hard." *I nod, still laughing.* I think they'll like it even more then.
Viggo: *I chuckle as I shake my head with amusement, loving the sound of your laughter and squeezing your hand fondly as I nudge open the bathroom door* Either they'll like it more, or they'll flee from your apartment in droves. *I fill the bathtub with water, testing the temperature...ahh, not too cold.* But seriously, you're very, very good at seducing me. *I look at you with lidded eyes* I believe I can come just from having you kiss me, Sean.
Sean: *I raise an eyebrow* We'll have to test that out soon. *running a finger down your chest, smiling as the paint mingles and swirls* I believe we can have as much fun getting this off as we did getting it on you.
Viggo: Yes, we will. As long as you're around, Sean, it's always fun. *I step into the bathtub, sliding a hand up your arm to tug you in as well, arranging myself on your lap once we're both in* I think at this rate, we're never going to get any proper painting done. You inspire me so, yet I never seem to get to complete any of my work. *I chuckle, dipping my head under the water to wet my hair*
Sean: *grabbing the soap and lathering us both up, always eager for a chance to get my hands on you* You finished that beautiful painting in the living room *grinning*
Viggo: Wrong. -We- finished that beautiful painting, together. *I wet your hair as well, running my fingers through the light strands, just letting my eyes trail over you, appreciating your beauty* I think you're quite the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, Sean.
Sean: *I flush slightly, letting my hands rest on your waist* And I feel the same about you. I feel so....comfortable with you...*small chuckle* perpetually aroused, yet comfortable at the same time.
Viggo: *I chuckle, resting my forehead against yours, bumping our noses together before my lips slide over yours for a long, much-awaited, lingering kiss* I know. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm....home. And you're right, I don't know how I manage to get turned on just by looking at you, or thinking about you. *I purr into your ear* Which is all the time.....
Sean: *hands slip around your waist, tugging you closer, kissing you again, hands managing to find a comfortable resting place curved around your bottom*
Viggo: *I tug your hands tighter around me, lightly splashing water over your chest and shoulders as I return your kiss, lips moving over each other lightly as I blindly reach out for the soap, then lather your chest, paying extra attention to your nipples*
Sean: Mmm.....*your touch feels so good...I arch my back slightly for more contact, hands rubbing your ass, aware I have no soap, but not caring*
Viggo: *I manage to get most of the paint off you, then pass on the soap to you with a grin. I must be a mess, because you -really- had me pinned up against that painting. I wonder what it looks like now, using some of the leftover lather to wash the paint off my face and hands as I lean against your chest comfortably* Not crushing you, am I, love?
Sean: Not at all. *I lather up, settling you against my chest just a bit and wash your chest with long strokes of my hand, watching the lather turn colours, kissing your damp hair*
Viggo: *I close my eyes in satisfaction, lost in the feeling of your hands all over me, and by the time I open my eyes again I'm quite clean, and I turn back to smile at you, my hands cupping the sides of your face* Come on, let's step out and dry off. We'll have to hang that painting up to dry soon. *I plant one last kiss on your nose before standing up and stepping of the water, grabbing a random towel and waiting for you*
Sean: *I step out, watching you dripping with water and already aroused again as I step into the towel and your embrace*
Viggo: *Eyeing your erection, I grin wickedly as my hand tangles in your hair, pulling you to me for a deep kiss, and I pull apart reluctantly, so aroused by how you look, your eyes bright and your cheeks flushed, and I kiss down your wet chest, dropping to my knees in front of you as I latch my mouth onto your bellybutton, then slowly let it slide down until it reaches your erection, which I give a slow, tentative lick*
Sean: *I moan at the feel of your mouth on me, hands moving instinctively to tangle in your hair, eyes fixed on the vision of you on your knees in front of me* So beautiful..
Viggo: *I suck slowly on the head, hands gripping your hips, then pull back slightly to lick off the drop of pre-cum, eyes gazing up at you, loving the feeling of your hands in my wet hair* Come on, Sean. I want you to fuck my mouth. *I let my hand stroke up and down the shaft, winking at you* I want to moan your name with my lips around you.
Sean: jesus...*I can't resist giving in to your words, letting my hips move, thrusting slowly into your mouth at first, gradually increasing the pace, hands tightening just a bit in your hair....so good....and your tongue is doing wicked things as you suck and my eyes close and I just move with you, thrusting deeper, knowing that i won't last long at all*
Viggo: *I relax my throat as much as I can, hands gripping your hips to urge you to thrust harder, my knees raw on the bathroom floor but I hardly notice them, letting you thrust into my mouth as deep as you can, feeling you trembling and so close to the edge* Sean.....*My moan is muffled around your cock, sending out some vibrations as I let my hand carress your balls, needing you to shoot down my throat*
Sean: *the muffled sound of my name.....and the vibrations it sends through me are too much....I thrust deeper, letting myself go, groaning out my release, hands still tangled in your hair moving to pull you up to me after a few moments....* God, Viggo....that was just...*pulling you to me for a long kiss, tasting myself mixed with the taste of you*
Viggo: *I chuckle into our kiss, my lips still tender from all your thrusting, tugging us out of the bathroom* And now we have another problem to take care of. *I bump my erection against your hip with a grin* Come on, I'd toss you over my shoulder and carry you, but I'm too exhausted. *I lead us towards the bedroom quickly, casting the painting in the living room a sly glance as we disappear into the bedroom, closing the door behind us*
Viggo: *Swirling my brush around on the large dab of violet on the palette, I squint at the giant splattered canvas in front of me, not really sure what is wrong with it, what I'm supposed to add to it.....after a long time, I finally step forward and add a few tentative strokes of violet, liking how it seems to accentuate what I'm trying to say. I step back and stare at the canvas, wondering what still needs to be added to it.*
Sean: *Busy with green....no, perhaps blue mixed in with it...I frown, then nod. Not bad. I pause, chewing on the end of my paintbrush before mixing some white with yellow to make a paler yellow, I dab it on. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you step back and turn my head slightly. God, you're gorgeous, standing there, few splatters of paint on your arms, just watching your canvas.....*
Viggo: *I bite my lip and take up a smaller brush this time, swirling it in green before applying some large, broad strokes. Ah, this is much better now. I step back and contemplate it again, but I somehow feel eyes on me and I turn my head, grinning sideways at you, noticing how we're both paint splattered.* How's your painting coming along? Mine...refuses to co-operate somehow.
Sean: *I shrug, wrinkling up my nose somewhat* It's....coming. Slowly. *I smile as I watch you* I think I have an idea of how I can help you get your painting to cooperate....*my eyes travel up and down your body before coming back to meet yours*
Viggo: *Even though we've been together for quite some time, I can't help flushing everytime you stare at me, your intense green eyes trailing up and down, sending a thrill down my spine. I set down my palette and brushes, and walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist with a large grin* Oh, really? What idea is that? I'd love to hear it.
Sean: *I return your embrace, shaking my head though* Nope, not telling you. *getting in a discreet grope before releasing you, giving you a gentle push back to your canvas* I'll just show you in a bit. Just go back to painting. Forget I'm even here. *I wink before turning back to my canvas*
Viggo: *Raising an eyebrow, I give you one last squeeze before walking back to my canvas, mystified. I bend down to pick up my palette and brushes again. It's very hard to forget that you're there, not when your presence is so magnetic, but I try to lose myself in the painting again, wishing that I knew exactly what it needed to complete it. I add a few tentative strokes of burgundy with a sigh.*
Sean: *I put a few small strokes of the pale yellow in...just ever so subtle highlights. There. Now it can wait. I set my brush and palette down, walking behind you, whispering in your ear before I even touch you...* remember...i'm not here.....just keep painting...let it flow from you... *I stand behind you, body just barely brushing yours, hands gently moving around you and stroking lightly your chest and abdomen*
Viggo: *I'm about to add some royal navy when I sense your presence behind me, and I turn my head, smiling as you lean in to whisper in my ear* It's going to be difficult to ignore you, min elske. *My breath hitches when your fingers start trailing over me lightly, but I'm more than willing to play along. I force myself to concentrate the best I can, trying to forget that you're behind me, staring at the painting again, unable to not enjoy the feel of your light touches.*
Sean: *voice still pitched quite low* Just relax.....and let what you're feeling flow into your painting...*I press light kisses to the back of your neck, hands stroking a bit more boldly now, still keeping our bodies just lightly pressed together*
Viggo: *I arch my neck up with a barely audible moan, aching for more of your lips on me, just dying to fling my palette and brushes to one corner and shove you down to the floor and have you there and then, but I close my eyes, willing myself to stay in control. I lean back against you, brush still swirling in my palette, and add a few strokes of light blue, glad that my hand remains steady despite what you're doing to me.*
Sean: *hands now pressed firmly to your chest, stroking, teasing your nipples, mouth moving around to your neck now....in between kisses, pausing to watch your painting progress, whispering the occasional reminder that '"i'm not really here"...."keep painting".....as I kiss you and my hands slip to toy with the waistband of your trousers*
Viggo: *It is -impossible- to ignore you, with your hands running over my hardening nipples, your warm mouth sucking on my neck. It really takes all the control I have not to completely melt under your touch, and it is with the last of my wits that I dab my brush in some green that I've chosen specifically because it reminds me of your eyes, and my hand shakily reaches out to smear some on the canvas, my breathing heavy by now.*
Sean: *I have your trousers unbuttoned now, glimpses at the painting become more infrequent as I occupy myself with kissing your neck and shoulders thoroughly, hands sliding your trousers down, tracing your hips and the top of your thighs before wrapping around you, letting out a satisfied rumble of satisfaction at your hardness*
Viggo: *I shut my eyes in pure bliss, arching my neck up even more for you to kiss, and my mouth drops open when you get my trousers off, hands roaming all over my hips before they slide to my aching erection, and I let out a whoosh of air, not even caring that I just left an ugly zig-zag stripe on my painting* Sean....can't paint.....oh God....
Sean: *One hand keeps moving on you as the other manages to unfasten and shove down my own trousers* Try, love...keep painting as long as you can.....*reaching down for the oil that's never far from us, slicking my fingers and sliding them inside of you*
Viggo: *My knuckles are almost white from gripping the paintbrush with restraint, as I try to desperately to control myself. I'm not even looking at the painting anymore, moaning as my hips can't help bucking into your hand. My eyes roll up in pleasure when I feel your fingers sliding in, warm and slick, and that is it, I need you NOW or I will go crazy. I thrust my ass back against you, groaning at the feel of your cock pressing against my hip.* Sean...how am I going to paint like this? I'm ruining my own painting...
Sean: *I chuckle, sliding my fingers free, pressing the head of my cock inside of you, covering your hands with my own, moving them to grasp onto your painting and easel* Then let's paint together...*pushes inside, whimpermoaning at how good it feels, never tiring of this feeling, pushing you forward, your body resting against your painting as I slide a hand between us, slicking paint over you, stroking you as I begin to move inside of you*
Viggo: *I try to catch my breath when I feel the tip of your cock pushing in, bracing myself for you thrusting in fully, but I'm surprised when you take my hands and put them on the canvas, then slowly push me forward until I'm leaning completely against it, my chest and legs and face all smeared with paint, such an amazing turn-on. I moan even louder at the feeling of you thrusting all the way in, taking a few moments to adjust to your width, helpless as you pin me against the canvas* Sean....oh God.....
Sean: Much....better....than a....brush...*I'm becoming quite paint covered myself and my hand still moves on you, so absolutely lost in you, moving quick and sure, not too fast, not too slow...my mouth moves back to your neck, sucking and kissing, wanting to use every possible body part to show you how I feel*
Viggo: Oh Jesus, yes. A million times better. *I lean my head on the canvas, aching for more of your mouth on me as I reach back and brush my hair aside, exposing more of the back of my neck for you. Each thrust of your hips drive me even more up against the canvas, our slick, sweaty bodies mingling with the paint, my knees almost collapsing at the feel of your rough hand stroking my own cock vigorously*
Sean: *pure primal need fills me as I watch you and drive hard into you......you are mine and my knees nearly go weak from the force of that...posesssion....making me thrust harder into you, needing to brand you and show you that you have branded me. I stroke you quicker, wanting us to come together....nipping at your ear, voice hoarse* Wait for me, Viggo....*I moan, gripping onto you with my other hand, close....so close*
Viggo: *You're driving so hard into me that I can't help but whimper, trying desperately to cling onto the canvas as you thrust so hard that I'm almost on my toes, utterly crazy with the feeling of being taken by you like this, being claimed by you and groaning only your name, never able to get enough of you as I feel my orgasm building, forcing myself to wait for you, to obey you* Yes Sean....but be quick...won't be able....much longer....
Sean: Yes....*I whimper, smell of paint mixing with the smell of you..the smell of us...slick slip slide in and out...and manage to shout your name as I drive hard and deep into you, body pressed fully against you as I feel myself climax hard*
Viggo: *I don't know how much longer I can hold on, with your mouth on my back and your hand swiftly stroking me into oblivion. I close my eyes as you shout out my name and spill into me, gripping onto the edges of the canvas as I finally stop restraining myself, shooting all over your hands and the painting, streaking it with white as I moan your name, bucking back against you and not quite willing to let you slide out of me just yet*
Sean: *I rest my forehead against the back of your head, nuzzling your hair, hands moving around you, smearing paint and come and not caring, just needing to touch you, bodies still pressed close together, still buried deep inside of you* Love you, Viggo...
Viggo: *I turn my head sideways, cheek resting against the totally destroyed and smeared painting as I grin at you, panting, still trying to recover from the extreme high* I love you too, Sean. *I reach for your paint-splattered hand and place a kiss on your fingers* And I love it when you brand me as yours, just loved you pinning me to the canvas like that. *I grin mournfully* I think the painting can't be salvaged, though.
Sean: *I chuckle, peering over your shoulder, pulling us back just a bit so we can see better* Hmm, I think we have to save it though...hang it in the hallway outside the bathroom as a reminder of today. *I hold up a paint-smeared hand then rub it around some more on your stomach* I think another trip to the bathroom is in order.
Viggo: *I lean back against you contentedly, warm with your arms around my waist, your hand on my stomach as I regard the painting with amusement* Sean, what are you going to tell visitors when they visit your apartment and ask after this painting? I'll be interested to see if you tell them the truth, or if we will just exchange knowing looks. *I sigh, stroking your arm gently* And yes, we'll need a bath. You know, I believe we have 'christened' every room in your flat, except for the kitchen. *I tug us both towards the bathroom, still keeping your arms around me.*
Sean: *I follow you, laughing out loud* "Yes, I have a very special work to show you....this one....ah, yes.....this? this is the painting created by Viggo while I seduced him and then pressed him against it and fucked him hard." *I nod, still laughing.* I think they'll like it even more then.
Viggo: *I chuckle as I shake my head with amusement, loving the sound of your laughter and squeezing your hand fondly as I nudge open the bathroom door* Either they'll like it more, or they'll flee from your apartment in droves. *I fill the bathtub with water, testing the temperature...ahh, not too cold.* But seriously, you're very, very good at seducing me. *I look at you with lidded eyes* I believe I can come just from having you kiss me, Sean.
Sean: *I raise an eyebrow* We'll have to test that out soon. *running a finger down your chest, smiling as the paint mingles and swirls* I believe we can have as much fun getting this off as we did getting it on you.
Viggo: Yes, we will. As long as you're around, Sean, it's always fun. *I step into the bathtub, sliding a hand up your arm to tug you in as well, arranging myself on your lap once we're both in* I think at this rate, we're never going to get any proper painting done. You inspire me so, yet I never seem to get to complete any of my work. *I chuckle, dipping my head under the water to wet my hair*
Sean: *grabbing the soap and lathering us both up, always eager for a chance to get my hands on you* You finished that beautiful painting in the living room *grinning*
Viggo: Wrong. -We- finished that beautiful painting, together. *I wet your hair as well, running my fingers through the light strands, just letting my eyes trail over you, appreciating your beauty* I think you're quite the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, Sean.
Sean: *I flush slightly, letting my hands rest on your waist* And I feel the same about you. I feel so....comfortable with you...*small chuckle* perpetually aroused, yet comfortable at the same time.
Viggo: *I chuckle, resting my forehead against yours, bumping our noses together before my lips slide over yours for a long, much-awaited, lingering kiss* I know. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm....home. And you're right, I don't know how I manage to get turned on just by looking at you, or thinking about you. *I purr into your ear* Which is all the time.....
Sean: *hands slip around your waist, tugging you closer, kissing you again, hands managing to find a comfortable resting place curved around your bottom*
Viggo: *I tug your hands tighter around me, lightly splashing water over your chest and shoulders as I return your kiss, lips moving over each other lightly as I blindly reach out for the soap, then lather your chest, paying extra attention to your nipples*
Sean: Mmm.....*your touch feels so good...I arch my back slightly for more contact, hands rubbing your ass, aware I have no soap, but not caring*
Viggo: *I manage to get most of the paint off you, then pass on the soap to you with a grin. I must be a mess, because you -really- had me pinned up against that painting. I wonder what it looks like now, using some of the leftover lather to wash the paint off my face and hands as I lean against your chest comfortably* Not crushing you, am I, love?
Sean: Not at all. *I lather up, settling you against my chest just a bit and wash your chest with long strokes of my hand, watching the lather turn colours, kissing your damp hair*
Viggo: *I close my eyes in satisfaction, lost in the feeling of your hands all over me, and by the time I open my eyes again I'm quite clean, and I turn back to smile at you, my hands cupping the sides of your face* Come on, let's step out and dry off. We'll have to hang that painting up to dry soon. *I plant one last kiss on your nose before standing up and stepping of the water, grabbing a random towel and waiting for you*
Sean: *I step out, watching you dripping with water and already aroused again as I step into the towel and your embrace*
Viggo: *Eyeing your erection, I grin wickedly as my hand tangles in your hair, pulling you to me for a deep kiss, and I pull apart reluctantly, so aroused by how you look, your eyes bright and your cheeks flushed, and I kiss down your wet chest, dropping to my knees in front of you as I latch my mouth onto your bellybutton, then slowly let it slide down until it reaches your erection, which I give a slow, tentative lick*
Sean: *I moan at the feel of your mouth on me, hands moving instinctively to tangle in your hair, eyes fixed on the vision of you on your knees in front of me* So beautiful..
Viggo: *I suck slowly on the head, hands gripping your hips, then pull back slightly to lick off the drop of pre-cum, eyes gazing up at you, loving the feeling of your hands in my wet hair* Come on, Sean. I want you to fuck my mouth. *I let my hand stroke up and down the shaft, winking at you* I want to moan your name with my lips around you.
Sean: jesus...*I can't resist giving in to your words, letting my hips move, thrusting slowly into your mouth at first, gradually increasing the pace, hands tightening just a bit in your hair....so good....and your tongue is doing wicked things as you suck and my eyes close and I just move with you, thrusting deeper, knowing that i won't last long at all*
Viggo: *I relax my throat as much as I can, hands gripping your hips to urge you to thrust harder, my knees raw on the bathroom floor but I hardly notice them, letting you thrust into my mouth as deep as you can, feeling you trembling and so close to the edge* Sean.....*My moan is muffled around your cock, sending out some vibrations as I let my hand carress your balls, needing you to shoot down my throat*
Sean: *the muffled sound of my name.....and the vibrations it sends through me are too much....I thrust deeper, letting myself go, groaning out my release, hands still tangled in your hair moving to pull you up to me after a few moments....* God, Viggo....that was just...*pulling you to me for a long kiss, tasting myself mixed with the taste of you*
Viggo: *I chuckle into our kiss, my lips still tender from all your thrusting, tugging us out of the bathroom* And now we have another problem to take care of. *I bump my erection against your hip with a grin* Come on, I'd toss you over my shoulder and carry you, but I'm too exhausted. *I lead us towards the bedroom quickly, casting the painting in the living room a sly glance as we disappear into the bedroom, closing the door behind us*