Exploring
Viggo: *Although it is rather early in the morning, it is already quite hot as we sit down at the cafe and order a few croissants and some coffee for a light breakfast. I have my sketchbook out and I'm randomly drawing objects in my line of vision, like a potted vase that a nearby vendor is trying to sell, a bicycle parked by the cafe...then my eye falls on you and I watch you over the rim of my coffee cup, sketching lines that begin to take the shape of your face, and I smile to myself* Quite a lot of people up and about this morning, no? I had imagined it would be more quiet.
Sean: *I sip my coffee, content to watch the people around us, but primarily you. I smile* Yes, I wonder why? But it is quite comforting in a way...the hustle and bustle of people surrounding us....yet we are separate from them, cocooned by them in a way. *I smile more* You'll have to forgive my poor attempt at poetic language. But I know that you know what I mean. *I reach across, brush the hand that holds your sketchbook with my fingertips*
Viggo: *I chuckle fondly, putting down my pencil for a while and let my fingertips touch yours, sighing happily.* It was not a poor attempt at all. I fear you are getting better at it than I am, love. But it is interesting how I never seem to notice other people sometimes. They can be there, yet....not there. Now I am the one not making sense. *I smile shyly as I squeeze your hand, then pick my pencil and going back to drawing you, thinking about how beautiful you look in the morning light and how I'll never be able to put that down on paper*
Sean: You make sense to me. As far as to anyone else, who cares? I have you and you have me and we are content. *I take another sip of coffee and a few bites of croissant* The light is amazing. *I turn to you and grin slyly* It would be perfect to illuminate and shadow your body as it lies on the sheets of our bed....
Viggo: *I flush slightly under your gaze, my thoughts turning to us tangled up in the bedsheets together, and I have to stop and take a deep breath before I grab your arm and drag you back to our apartment* Yes, the....light is amazing. That's why I like to wake up earlier sometimes. Just watch you sleep, basking in that light. *Flushing again, I return back to my drawing of you, hoping to finish it before I get distracted by you again, but it doesn't help since just the mere sight of you distracts me.*
Sean: You watch me sleep? Hmm, that must be on the mornings that I don't wake first and watch you sleep. *I grin again* So, tell me about your mornings back home....what would you do?
Viggo: *I glance up at you again, finishing most of the main structure of your face before I start sketching the more detailed aspects. I start with your lips, smiling as I think about kissing them, sliding my tongue in between them...I shift comfortably as I grin up at you again* Let me see...back in Denmark, the first thing I'd do was go to the Farmer's Market. I would buy flowers wholesale to sell, as well as sweet peas. Then I'd spend the whole morning selling these things in the streets. What about you?
Sean: *wry grin* Nothing that romantic. I would usually sleep through morning completely.....the wine and whiskey saw to that. Then I would wake, perhaps go riding or for a walk, and then paint the rest of the day.
Viggo: *I laugh as I finish sketching your lips, then go on to your nose* Are you implying that I am a hopeless romantic, then? I would have adopted your lifestyle too, if not for the fact that I needed to earn money. And maybe I wouldn't have drunk so much. *I frown slightly as I put down my pencil and sip my coffee again* But why did you drink so much?
Sean: No, I love that...I can just picture you.... I wish I had been there. I probably would have spotted you and wanted immediately to sweep you up, letting the flowers spill about us as I kissed you. *grin* As for the drinking, it was just what was done....my peers and I would drink until nearly dawn. It occupied us. *I shrug then I smile again* Now I have you to get drunk on....
Viggo: *I flush again, shifting again in my seat at the thought of you doing just that with the flowers* I wish you had been there too. In fact....*I trail off as an idea begins to take form in my mind, chewing on the tip of my pencil. I had been considering this idea for a while now, going back to Denmark and taking you with me, but I'm not sure how you would react to leaving Paris.* Sean, I.....never mind. *I smile at you instead, penciling in your eyebrows on the sketch* I'm glad you do not drink so much anymore. Good thing I could find ways to distract you....
Sean: *eyes you* What? What were you going to say?
Viggo: *I put down my pencil again and finish the rest of the coffee, taking a deep breath before I meet your eyes* Sean....I've been thinking of going back to Denmark. To see my father, my brothers, the beauty of my country. *I reach across the table for your hand, squeezing it lightly* And I want to take you with me. *I sigh a little* But if you are not ready to leave Paris, I understand.
Sean: *I smile, holding onto your hand, rubbing my thumb over the top of yours* I want to be wherever you are. I have never been to Denmark and I think I will enjoy it even more with you to show it to me. *slight frown* Do you think your family will want to meet me?
Viggo: *I can't help grinning like an idiot when you say you will follow me, and I hold your hands so tightly that I'm almost afraid I will crush them* That is wonderful, Sean min elsket. I want to show you my old haunts, the places where I used to go and hide to write and paint...I want to show you everything. *I pull my chair closer to yours, twining our fingers together* And of course my family will want to meet you. Why wouldn't they want to meet the man I love? My father is a bit gruff at first, but he is like that with everyone.
Sean: I think I can handle gruff. *I look around, then kiss you quickly* I just don't want to cause problems for you and your family. I want to see everywhere with you...*I grin* I want to make love to you all over Denmark.
Viggo: *I chuckle slightly* Why would you be causing problems? They would be more than thrilled to meet you. Danish people are a lot less inhibitive and conservative, it is not unusual for two men to be together and in love in these times. *I flush even more at your suggestion* And....I am looking forward to that. Since we've already taken over Paris....it is natural that Copenhagen would be next.
Sean: That would be most interesting...*I smile at you, our hands linked under the table, mine breaking free for just a moment to stroke up and down your leg, before twining back together* I will be on my best behaviour for your family. *grin*
Viggo: *I shift again as you stroke my leg, suddenly wanting to jump on you and make love to you right at this very cafe...I grip the arms of the chair with my free hand and try not to fidget too much* That would be a good idea...I want my father to approve of you. Which he should, because I want him to like the man I want to....spend the rest of my life with.
Sean: *my smile softens at your last words, my voice husky* Let's go home, Viggo. I need to see the morning sun on your body when I'm inside of you.
Viggo: *I drag you up before you can even finish speaking, picking up my sketchbook and my pencil hurriedly as I take your hand and lead you through the busy streets, back to the apartment which thankfully isn't too far away. As you fumble with the keys and the lock, I finish the rest of my sketch quickly, then pass it to you just before you open the door.* This was what I was working on at the cafe.
Sean: *I pause, my breath taken away by the sketch* You were doing this while we talked? Amazing....*I pull you to me, kissing you thoroughly, careful to not crease the sketch* You have such incredible talent, love. *a thought occurs* Would.....would you make me another to send to my grandmother? She would love this....she always complained that I refused to sit for a formal portrait. *I pull you inside, locking the door, laying the sketch on the table carefully, my hands returning to rest on your hips*
Viggo: *I smile at your reaction to the sketch, glad that you like it so much* You want me to do one to send to your grandmother? That would be....really an honor. Especially considering your talent surpasses mine. But I would be glad to do a portrait of you. *I kiss back as I slowly unbutton your shirt, slipping my hands under it to rub at your nipples* And after that, maybe I can do another portrait of you....sprawled out across the bed...without a stitch of clothing....
Sean: Mmm.....I like that idea. Although not for grandmere. *I chuckle, leaning into your touch, my own hands quickly working at your clothing* Perhaps I will attempt a sketch of you to send to her...to show her the man I love. *I tug you with me into the bedroom, opening the drapes so that the morning sun flows through the sheer curtains onto the bed* Oh yes....*I help you remove your trousers* this will look amazing on you...
Viggo: *My eyes widen when I realise what you had just said, blinking a little at the morning sun as it floods our bedroom.* You...what? You're going to tell your Grandmother about me? But what of your fictitious...lady amour? *I swallow a little at this, watching you remove my trousers...and my legs immediately hook around your waist, dragging you down with me as I tug you closer for another hungry kiss* I don't mind if you're not ready to tell her, Sean. But if you are....*My smile grows wider as I kiss the tip of your nose* Have I mentioned that I love you?
Sean: As I love you. And I want to share you with the other person who is important in my life. *I wriggle out of my trousers and sigh at how much I love the feel of your skin against mine* She has always stood by me, and I do not like lying to her. She deserves truth. *I lean in to kiss you deeply, my hands sliding down your body, knowing just where to touch*
Viggo: *I just nod, rather speechless by your admission as I deepen our kiss, sucking your tongue into my mouth as I slip my hand down and stroke your cock lightly, rubbing my thumb at the leaking tip, moaning into your mouth as I try to spread my legs even wider for you, my skin feeling like it's on fire after your touch* Sean....please....just take me. I need to feel you mark me again. As yours.
Sean: *I reach for the oil, body trembling at your request....slide fingers inside of you, watch your eyes close and smile. Mine. You are mine and I am yours. I will never cease to thrill at the thought of that. I remove my fingers, and slide inside of you, leaning down to kiss you deeply* You will always be mine...mm...as I will always be yours. *I cannot wait any longer and have to move inside of you, groaning at how good it feels*
Viggo: *I bite down on my lip as you slide into me, as it still takes a little time to adjust to your width. But it doesn't take long and my eyes fly open, gazing into yours and getting lost in the green of your eyes as I raise my hips off the bed to meet your thrusts, my breath coming out in moans as you thrust harder, loving the feel of being skin-to-skin with you, being pinned under you like this, my hands running up and down your back* I know....Sean....never want anyone else....never loved anyone like I love you...
Sean: *Your words incite me to thrust deeper, hand sliding between us to wrap around your cock, sighing in pleasure as I stroke it....closing my eyes so that I can focus on all the sensations...you tight and warm around me, skin sliding against skin, your cock sliding through my fingers.....and my love for you* So good, Viggo.....god....love you so much.....*I force my eyes open to watch the sun on your body...just as I thought..making you even more beautiful*
Viggo: *I lean up as your eyes open to meet mine, hazed with desire and love, and I tilt your head and plunge my tongue into your mouth again, thrusting it in the same way you're thrusting into me, and I let out a loud moan, almost seeing stars as you hit that sweet spot, angling my hips against yours so that you'll hit it again, thrusting wildly into your hand wrapped possessively around my cock, feeling so close to you that it feels like we're two bodies rolled into one* Oh Sean....love you too...so beautiful....
Sean: *I moan into your mouth, body already beginning to shiver and tremble, letting myself fall into my orgasm, let it carry me, thrusting as deeply as I can, remembering your words about claiming, wanting you to know that you truly are mine*
Viggo: *I shut my eyes and completely relish the feel of you thrusting into me one last time, claiming me again and marking me as yours, and I feel like I have never belonged anywhere else, wrapped tight in your arms, in our bed, the morning sun shining through the windows and illuminating you so beautifully that it only takes a few more strokes of your hand before I moan and spill all over us, my hand coming up to rub the wetness on your stomach, smearing it into your skin*
Sean: *through eyes half-open, I watch you...smiling as I see you smear your come on me, marking me with it.....I remain buried deep inside of you, leaning down for a nice slow kiss* I will never get tired of making love to you...never. *reluctantly I pull away, nestling next to you, wrapping my arms around you*
Viggo: *I tangle my legs with yours, sighing at the feeling of you still inside me, not wanting you to pull out for as long as possible and smiling at you in the morning light* I know, Sean. Neither will I. It would be useful since I intend to spend the rest of my life with you. *I lean up for a longer, slower kiss, blinking a little sleepily* And we'll need to talk about Denmark too. Maybe later, after I'm done cuddling you.
Sean: Yes, later. *I smile, nuzzling around your neck, warm, comfortable and sated here with you* After cuddling and a nap. And probably more love-making. *I chuckle* I am looking forward to it. I love you. *stroking your back, feeling myself grow sleepy*
Viggo: *I draw up the covers around us and wrap my arms around you, burying my nose in your hair, dizzy with the smell of you* I love you too. More than you'll ever know. *I yawn again and settle comfortably against you, drifting off to sleep in the warmth of the light flooding in through the window*