Fic: Viggo and Orlando Make a Porno (1/1)
Title: Viggo and Orlando Make a Porno
Author: laeglass
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, toys
Disclaimer: This is made-up fiction. I have no idea what's going on in Viggo and Orlando's life.
Summary: What the title says. ;)
Author's Note: Written for merryviggorli Secret Santa fic exchange, for obselizabeth. Beta'd by the awesome rhodynne *hugs*
The house was almost suspiciously quiet by the time Viggo came in from the storm, flicking raindrops from his hair and peeling off his anorak. The thunderstorm raging outside had come out of the blue; the day had been clear and warm, and all of a sudden lightning was flashing all around, prompting Viggo to head outside to herd his horses into the barn. Orlando had promised to put a fire in the fireplace to warm up the house after he had checked today's mail.
There was no barking Sidi coming to greet him, flailing with his front paws; no squealing Elf boy crushing him into a bodily hug with legs and arms. The lights were on, though, and Viggo had seen Orlando's car out in the front. The question was; what was he up to?
Viggo found Orlando sitting on the living room floor, twisting and turning some electrical gadget in his hands, a cardboard package and some cables scattered around him. His face brightened as he spotted Viggo standing in the doorway, and pouted his lips in his direction in a silent enquiry for a kiss. The older man crouched down next to him and gave Orlando a slow, thorough kiss, enjoying the little squeal that Orlando emitted just before they parted.
“So, what's got your knickers in a twist?” he asked.
“I bought this!” Orlando said brightly. “It's a video camera.”
“I can see that,” Viggo said. “I'm just wondering why you bought yourself a new one. You know you can borrow mine any time you want.”
“Vig, yours still needs a VHS tape,” Orlando said, rolling his eyes. “You only need a wee memory card for this one, and you're ready to go.”
“That's nice,” Viggo said. “So what are you going to do with it?”
Orlando's teeth sank on his lower lip just as his upper lip stuck out, his eyes locking into Viggo's. The older man felt a familiar little twist in his belly, recognising the look in Orlando's eyes that promised hours of debauchery; a spectacularly talented blow job or something else of equally wicked nature.
“Weeeell,” Orlando began, a naughty little grin making an appearance. “I thought we could film something.”
“What did you have in mind?” Viggo asked, a little perplexed by Orlando's behaviour. “A home video?”
The impish gleam in Orlando's eyes became more evident. “Let's put it this way. I thought we could make a home video that's never going to be shown to the grandkids.”
Viggo was starting to catch up. “You mean...?”
“Porn.”
Viggo wasn't new to the idea of taking nude photographs; hell, he had probably shot Orlando in all states of undress, in all possible situations, just not for purely pornographic purposes. That boy had the most photogenic face Viggo had ever seen, and a body to match; it seemed that he could barely control his photographer's eye whenever his Elf boy was around. The idea of filming Orlando in bed, however, was something else entirely, and he had to swallow at the myriad of mental images that sprung at the mere thought.
“Why not?” Orlando seemed to take his silence as a negative sign. “We're both used to working in front of the camera. We love fucking. We have chemistry. And we're both bloody gorgeous. Fuck, I'd pay top dollar to see us fuck on screen.”
“Baby. You don't need to convince me.”
“I mean - what, I don't?” Orlando grinned, delighted. “Right on!”
Viggo started to laugh. “When have you ever needed to convince me to fuck you?”
Orlando cocked an eyebrow. “Who said you'd be the one doing the fucking? What if the script says that the twink gets to boink the older man?” He pouted as Viggo's laughter turned into full-blown bellows. “Hey, that's not funny. Just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I need to be typecast.”
“Baby,” Viggo said. “You know you love my dick. And you know full well what the script is going to say.”
“Strip and bend over?” Orlando guessed.
“And hand over the lube.”
* * *
Somewhere upstairs was a tied up pretty boy with a plug up his ass.
Viggo adjusted his cock and moved forward, allowing the camera a nice long look of his bobbing cock. Lubing up Orlando was a task that never failed to arouse him to the fullest degree. He grinned. By the time he was finished and Orlando was prepared well enough to take in the black plug, the boy was a quivering mess, begging for release, which Viggo had made sure to catch on film.
Tying his hands behind his back, however, had pre-emptied Orlando's plans of taking his pleasure into his own hands; he would come no sooner than Viggo allowed it. Which would happen sometime after bouncing on Viggo's cock and getting his come all over his face. On tape.
Viggo adjusted himself again, wondering again about the camera. Orlando was never a shrinking violet in bed, but making a porn flick just for them was something a little over the top, even for Orlando. It was making him hot as hell, though, and he couldn't help wondering whether he'd remember about the camera when the time for fucking came; chances were, he'd ditch the gadget somewhere in the general vicinity and proceed to do what he loved and did best; fuck the shit out of his slut boy.
Thunder rolled overhead, and Viggo reminded himself that all the horses were safely inside, and all the doors bolted. Both Orlando's Prius and his own old pick-up were tucked in the garage. It was already dark outside, and Orlando had put on only a few lights to further set the scene (“I don't need to see all the hairs on my arse when we're fucking” - “what hairs, baby? You're smooth all over”), and somewhere in the house Orlando was waiting, hard and dripping.
He ascended the stairs and gave his cock a few strokes, already anticipating the sight of a naked Orlando on all fours on their bed, his little ass turned up as an offering. He pictured pulling out the plug and plunging in with one powerful stroke up to his balls, Orlando's hole contracting helplessly around him, trying and failing to resist the intrusion.He withheld a groan as his balls twitched, and wished that Orlando would be willing to forego any additional foreplay.
Slowly he pushed the door open, revealing the candle-lit bedroom. At first glance, Orlando was nowhere to be seen. Viggo frowned and stepped in, and then heard Orlando's voice.
"Come on, boy, it's not that bad. Come to daddy."
Viggo spotted Orlando kneeling by the bed, talking in a low soothing voice to Sidi who was cowering under the bed. Viggo nearly put the camera down, but decided to let it roll.
"There you are, with your ass in the air just I imagined it."
Orlando squawked and straightened in haste, turning his wide eyes to Viggo. "Christ, I didn't know you were there! I'm just trying to get Sidi to come out. I had no idea he was afraid of the thunder."
"Let him be and let's get you up on the bed." Viggo grabbed Orlando's arm and pulled him up carefully, providing the leverage he lacked because of his tied hands.
"No, I can't, he'll be listening."
Viggo sighed and crouched down. "Sidi, come on. Time to go downstairs."
A moment passed, and then a pair of black paws appeared from under the bed, followed by a head and the rest of the dog. Orlando was kneeling awkwardly on the edge of the bed, mindful to keep his buttocks off the mattress to avoid jolting the plug, and biting his lip. Viggo ushered Sidi out of the room and closed the door, already resigned to the fact that their little porn flick would have to go through some heavy-handed editing.
Orlando smiled at him invitingly, eager to get back to the business. "Let me suck you."
Viggo closed in and guided his slightly softened cock to Orlando's mouth, groaning as the soft lips wrapped around the head. Orlando twirled his tongue around the glans, making a small muffled sound as it began to grow in his mouth. Viggo pushed his cock inside as far as it would go, and then pulled back, allowing Orlando to tongue him properly before another inward stroke. He twiddled with the camera and focused it on his cock, now glistening with Orlando's saliva as it disappeared between Orlando's lips in a growing pace.
Orlando was moaning quietly, his neck straining as he accommodated Viggo's pace without the help of his hands. Viggo's cock was hard and big in his mouth, bruising his lips as it was forced into his mouth repeatedly. He could tell that Viggo was growing close to his climax; his breathing started to get heavier, and the cock in his mouth was dripping precome so copiously that Orlando had to swallow every time Viggo retreated. He wished his hands were free so that he could stroke Viggo in time with the plunging action, but the soft rope was unyielding and allowed him no leverage.
Viggo zoomed the camera in on Orlando's mouth, his lips already swollen and glistening with the effort. Reining in the urge to just keep plunging until he spilled his come down Orlando's throat, he pulled back until only the head of his cock was resting against Orlando's lips, engorged and shining, ready to burst. Orlando's tongue came out to swipe across the small hole, and Viggo's balls twitched, tight and already riding the shaft.
“Alright, enough.”
Orlando pulled away with visible reluctance, and lay down on the bed on his side, twisting his ass upwards. Viggo stroked his cock a few times and closed in, setting the camera on the bed and turning the view finder to make sure they both were caught on tape, and then grabbed Orlando's backside with both hands. He spread his buttocks, revealing the bottom disc of the plug, and swiped his tongue around it. Orlando moaned, letting his head fall on the bed cover, spreading his legs as far as he could. Viggo's whiskers scratched and tickled, sending little shivers up and down his spine.
Orlando pushed his cock against the mattress, wishing that Viggo would pull out the plug and either give him a proper rim job, or ram his cock straight up him; anything to end this agonising tease. Orlando sucked in a deep breath as Viggo took hold of the disc and started to retrieve the plug, and relaxed his inner muscles with conscious effort. As soon as the widest part was out, he whimpered, aching to be filled again by Viggo's hard and warm flesh.
Viggo hoped that the camera captured each and every one of Orlando's little moans and whimpers for later enjoyment, but right now, he could concentrate on nothing else beyond shoving his cock inside Orlando's prepared hole. He pulled Orlando's backside up by his hips, and lined his cock head up against the small entrance twitching in anticipation; one powerful push, and he was inside.
Orlando's head rocketed and his hands balled into tight fists as he absorbed the enormous pressure, pained little gasps escaping his mouth. Viggo's cock rubbed all the right spots, and the friction sent shockwaves of mixed pain and pleasure through his body; it seemed that all his consciousness was focused on that one particular spot, and everything else faded away.
“More lube,” he panted.
“You don't need any.” Viggo's voice was gruff and gravelly, his hands hard and hot like branding iron on Orlando's hips. “Just let go. Relax.”
Orlando tried to find a more comfortable position, but was unable to move. Viggo's knees were outside Orlando's, preventing from spreading his legs any further, and Viggo had to groan at the added tightness. He leaned on Orlando's shoulders with his hands, pressing him further into the mattress, pushing his cock down to Orlando's hole at the same, unhurried pace. The movement made him think of the video camera, and he reached over, wanting to get a proper footage of the big finish. He held onto Orlando's hip with his other hand just as he adjusted the camera and zoomed in to the point of entry.
He slid in and out easily, his breath catching each time Orlando's hole closed in on the head of his cock, establishing a cadence that sent him closer to his orgasm with every single stroke. Orlando was hot and smooth inside, like a velvet fist, and the almost pained sounding moans added to the secret fantasy of a rough tumble, and bending Orlando to his will. The boy was so god-damn tight, his inner muscles clinging to his cock every time he pulled back, and resisting each push inward; Viggo stared at the point where he entered Orlando, transfixed by the sight of his thick cock disappearing into the small hole.
Orlando whined gently against the bed cover, the fabric soon damp from his breath. Viggo's cock stretched him mercilessly, pressing against places inside him that made him light-headed and weak. He tried to pump against the mattress, but Viggo's weight on him pinned him against the bed, making it impossible for him to lift his hips.
Viggo's thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax, and when he hardened even further inside Orlando, he knew that he was going to come soon. Viggo pulled back until only the tip remained inside, and thrust quickly; the stimulation brought him over the edge and he pushed in to the root, grunting as he emptied himself inside Orlando's hole. Orlando whimpered as Viggo kept thrusting through his orgasm, his hole sensitized by the fierce pounding.
Viggo's breath stirred the curls in his nape, and Orlando whined when he pulled out, his cock so hard that he was certain he would come as soon as Viggo touched him.
He rolled over onto his side when Viggo sat up and pulled back, struggling with the rope. Viggo undid the knots and tossed away the rope, keeping his eye on Orlando as he discarded the condom in the general direction of the trash bin. Viggo turned the view finder again and put the camera down; making sure that Orlando's expression was caught on tape as he leaned in and swallowed the head of his cock.
Orlando's legs fell open and he threw his head back, wailing as Viggo consumed his aching cock to the root, pushing his fingers inside his hole at the same time. A few taps against his prostate and he was coming gloriously into Viggo's mouth, howling as nerve-wracking pleasure robbed him of all conscious thought and all he knew was flying and then falling as the wave started to recede. Viggo licked and sucked him until he started to soften, prolonging his pleasure beyond what he thought he could endure.
“Christ, you're killing me,” Orlando panted, throwing an arm across his eyes and trying to catch his breath, his body thrumming with his climax.
Viggo let Orlando's cock slide from his mouth with a soft pop. “With my cock? Thanks, babe.”
“You're so bad.” Orlando started to chuckle and then turned to his side, noticing the camera for the first time. “God, I totally forgot about that!”
“Good thing that I didn't, or we'd have to do it all over again,” Viggo said with an exaggerated leer and reached for a Kleenex from the bedside table, wiping himself clean.
“God, no. My arse is torn enough as it is.” Orlando groaned as he got up and all but limped to the bathroom. Viggo swatted his ass as he went by and then took the video camera.
“Babe?” Orlando mm'ed from the bathroom. “How do we play it back?”
“Just press 'play', it's next to the power button.”
Nothing happened.
“It's not working.”
Orlando came back from the bathroom, still walking gingerly. “You sure you set it up right?”
“The camera was on, there was a blinking red spot on the corner of the screen...” Viggo stopped talking at the look on Orlando's face. “What?”
Orlando doubled over with laughter. “The red little light means that there's no memory card inside!”
“You mean you didn't put it there?” Viggo asked.
“I thought you did!”
Viggo set the camera aside, a little grin already forming on his mouth. “You know what this means, right?”
Orlando squeaked and bolted out of the door, running down the stairs as he was pursued by a mad method actor, both racing to the small piece of plastic still inside its wrapper downstairs.
THE END.
Author: laeglass
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, toys
Disclaimer: This is made-up fiction. I have no idea what's going on in Viggo and Orlando's life.
Summary: What the title says. ;)
Author's Note: Written for merryviggorli Secret Santa fic exchange, for obselizabeth. Beta'd by the awesome rhodynne *hugs*
The house was almost suspiciously quiet by the time Viggo came in from the storm, flicking raindrops from his hair and peeling off his anorak. The thunderstorm raging outside had come out of the blue; the day had been clear and warm, and all of a sudden lightning was flashing all around, prompting Viggo to head outside to herd his horses into the barn. Orlando had promised to put a fire in the fireplace to warm up the house after he had checked today's mail.
There was no barking Sidi coming to greet him, flailing with his front paws; no squealing Elf boy crushing him into a bodily hug with legs and arms. The lights were on, though, and Viggo had seen Orlando's car out in the front. The question was; what was he up to?
Viggo found Orlando sitting on the living room floor, twisting and turning some electrical gadget in his hands, a cardboard package and some cables scattered around him. His face brightened as he spotted Viggo standing in the doorway, and pouted his lips in his direction in a silent enquiry for a kiss. The older man crouched down next to him and gave Orlando a slow, thorough kiss, enjoying the little squeal that Orlando emitted just before they parted.
“So, what's got your knickers in a twist?” he asked.
“I bought this!” Orlando said brightly. “It's a video camera.”
“I can see that,” Viggo said. “I'm just wondering why you bought yourself a new one. You know you can borrow mine any time you want.”
“Vig, yours still needs a VHS tape,” Orlando said, rolling his eyes. “You only need a wee memory card for this one, and you're ready to go.”
“That's nice,” Viggo said. “So what are you going to do with it?”
Orlando's teeth sank on his lower lip just as his upper lip stuck out, his eyes locking into Viggo's. The older man felt a familiar little twist in his belly, recognising the look in Orlando's eyes that promised hours of debauchery; a spectacularly talented blow job or something else of equally wicked nature.
“Weeeell,” Orlando began, a naughty little grin making an appearance. “I thought we could film something.”
“What did you have in mind?” Viggo asked, a little perplexed by Orlando's behaviour. “A home video?”
The impish gleam in Orlando's eyes became more evident. “Let's put it this way. I thought we could make a home video that's never going to be shown to the grandkids.”
Viggo was starting to catch up. “You mean...?”
“Porn.”
Viggo wasn't new to the idea of taking nude photographs; hell, he had probably shot Orlando in all states of undress, in all possible situations, just not for purely pornographic purposes. That boy had the most photogenic face Viggo had ever seen, and a body to match; it seemed that he could barely control his photographer's eye whenever his Elf boy was around. The idea of filming Orlando in bed, however, was something else entirely, and he had to swallow at the myriad of mental images that sprung at the mere thought.
“Why not?” Orlando seemed to take his silence as a negative sign. “We're both used to working in front of the camera. We love fucking. We have chemistry. And we're both bloody gorgeous. Fuck, I'd pay top dollar to see us fuck on screen.”
“Baby. You don't need to convince me.”
“I mean - what, I don't?” Orlando grinned, delighted. “Right on!”
Viggo started to laugh. “When have you ever needed to convince me to fuck you?”
Orlando cocked an eyebrow. “Who said you'd be the one doing the fucking? What if the script says that the twink gets to boink the older man?” He pouted as Viggo's laughter turned into full-blown bellows. “Hey, that's not funny. Just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I need to be typecast.”
“Baby,” Viggo said. “You know you love my dick. And you know full well what the script is going to say.”
“Strip and bend over?” Orlando guessed.
“And hand over the lube.”
* * *
Somewhere upstairs was a tied up pretty boy with a plug up his ass.
Viggo adjusted his cock and moved forward, allowing the camera a nice long look of his bobbing cock. Lubing up Orlando was a task that never failed to arouse him to the fullest degree. He grinned. By the time he was finished and Orlando was prepared well enough to take in the black plug, the boy was a quivering mess, begging for release, which Viggo had made sure to catch on film.
Tying his hands behind his back, however, had pre-emptied Orlando's plans of taking his pleasure into his own hands; he would come no sooner than Viggo allowed it. Which would happen sometime after bouncing on Viggo's cock and getting his come all over his face. On tape.
Viggo adjusted himself again, wondering again about the camera. Orlando was never a shrinking violet in bed, but making a porn flick just for them was something a little over the top, even for Orlando. It was making him hot as hell, though, and he couldn't help wondering whether he'd remember about the camera when the time for fucking came; chances were, he'd ditch the gadget somewhere in the general vicinity and proceed to do what he loved and did best; fuck the shit out of his slut boy.
Thunder rolled overhead, and Viggo reminded himself that all the horses were safely inside, and all the doors bolted. Both Orlando's Prius and his own old pick-up were tucked in the garage. It was already dark outside, and Orlando had put on only a few lights to further set the scene (“I don't need to see all the hairs on my arse when we're fucking” - “what hairs, baby? You're smooth all over”), and somewhere in the house Orlando was waiting, hard and dripping.
He ascended the stairs and gave his cock a few strokes, already anticipating the sight of a naked Orlando on all fours on their bed, his little ass turned up as an offering. He pictured pulling out the plug and plunging in with one powerful stroke up to his balls, Orlando's hole contracting helplessly around him, trying and failing to resist the intrusion.He withheld a groan as his balls twitched, and wished that Orlando would be willing to forego any additional foreplay.
Slowly he pushed the door open, revealing the candle-lit bedroom. At first glance, Orlando was nowhere to be seen. Viggo frowned and stepped in, and then heard Orlando's voice.
"Come on, boy, it's not that bad. Come to daddy."
Viggo spotted Orlando kneeling by the bed, talking in a low soothing voice to Sidi who was cowering under the bed. Viggo nearly put the camera down, but decided to let it roll.
"There you are, with your ass in the air just I imagined it."
Orlando squawked and straightened in haste, turning his wide eyes to Viggo. "Christ, I didn't know you were there! I'm just trying to get Sidi to come out. I had no idea he was afraid of the thunder."
"Let him be and let's get you up on the bed." Viggo grabbed Orlando's arm and pulled him up carefully, providing the leverage he lacked because of his tied hands.
"No, I can't, he'll be listening."
Viggo sighed and crouched down. "Sidi, come on. Time to go downstairs."
A moment passed, and then a pair of black paws appeared from under the bed, followed by a head and the rest of the dog. Orlando was kneeling awkwardly on the edge of the bed, mindful to keep his buttocks off the mattress to avoid jolting the plug, and biting his lip. Viggo ushered Sidi out of the room and closed the door, already resigned to the fact that their little porn flick would have to go through some heavy-handed editing.
Orlando smiled at him invitingly, eager to get back to the business. "Let me suck you."
Viggo closed in and guided his slightly softened cock to Orlando's mouth, groaning as the soft lips wrapped around the head. Orlando twirled his tongue around the glans, making a small muffled sound as it began to grow in his mouth. Viggo pushed his cock inside as far as it would go, and then pulled back, allowing Orlando to tongue him properly before another inward stroke. He twiddled with the camera and focused it on his cock, now glistening with Orlando's saliva as it disappeared between Orlando's lips in a growing pace.
Orlando was moaning quietly, his neck straining as he accommodated Viggo's pace without the help of his hands. Viggo's cock was hard and big in his mouth, bruising his lips as it was forced into his mouth repeatedly. He could tell that Viggo was growing close to his climax; his breathing started to get heavier, and the cock in his mouth was dripping precome so copiously that Orlando had to swallow every time Viggo retreated. He wished his hands were free so that he could stroke Viggo in time with the plunging action, but the soft rope was unyielding and allowed him no leverage.
Viggo zoomed the camera in on Orlando's mouth, his lips already swollen and glistening with the effort. Reining in the urge to just keep plunging until he spilled his come down Orlando's throat, he pulled back until only the head of his cock was resting against Orlando's lips, engorged and shining, ready to burst. Orlando's tongue came out to swipe across the small hole, and Viggo's balls twitched, tight and already riding the shaft.
“Alright, enough.”
Orlando pulled away with visible reluctance, and lay down on the bed on his side, twisting his ass upwards. Viggo stroked his cock a few times and closed in, setting the camera on the bed and turning the view finder to make sure they both were caught on tape, and then grabbed Orlando's backside with both hands. He spread his buttocks, revealing the bottom disc of the plug, and swiped his tongue around it. Orlando moaned, letting his head fall on the bed cover, spreading his legs as far as he could. Viggo's whiskers scratched and tickled, sending little shivers up and down his spine.
Orlando pushed his cock against the mattress, wishing that Viggo would pull out the plug and either give him a proper rim job, or ram his cock straight up him; anything to end this agonising tease. Orlando sucked in a deep breath as Viggo took hold of the disc and started to retrieve the plug, and relaxed his inner muscles with conscious effort. As soon as the widest part was out, he whimpered, aching to be filled again by Viggo's hard and warm flesh.
Viggo hoped that the camera captured each and every one of Orlando's little moans and whimpers for later enjoyment, but right now, he could concentrate on nothing else beyond shoving his cock inside Orlando's prepared hole. He pulled Orlando's backside up by his hips, and lined his cock head up against the small entrance twitching in anticipation; one powerful push, and he was inside.
Orlando's head rocketed and his hands balled into tight fists as he absorbed the enormous pressure, pained little gasps escaping his mouth. Viggo's cock rubbed all the right spots, and the friction sent shockwaves of mixed pain and pleasure through his body; it seemed that all his consciousness was focused on that one particular spot, and everything else faded away.
“More lube,” he panted.
“You don't need any.” Viggo's voice was gruff and gravelly, his hands hard and hot like branding iron on Orlando's hips. “Just let go. Relax.”
Orlando tried to find a more comfortable position, but was unable to move. Viggo's knees were outside Orlando's, preventing from spreading his legs any further, and Viggo had to groan at the added tightness. He leaned on Orlando's shoulders with his hands, pressing him further into the mattress, pushing his cock down to Orlando's hole at the same, unhurried pace. The movement made him think of the video camera, and he reached over, wanting to get a proper footage of the big finish. He held onto Orlando's hip with his other hand just as he adjusted the camera and zoomed in to the point of entry.
He slid in and out easily, his breath catching each time Orlando's hole closed in on the head of his cock, establishing a cadence that sent him closer to his orgasm with every single stroke. Orlando was hot and smooth inside, like a velvet fist, and the almost pained sounding moans added to the secret fantasy of a rough tumble, and bending Orlando to his will. The boy was so god-damn tight, his inner muscles clinging to his cock every time he pulled back, and resisting each push inward; Viggo stared at the point where he entered Orlando, transfixed by the sight of his thick cock disappearing into the small hole.
Orlando whined gently against the bed cover, the fabric soon damp from his breath. Viggo's cock stretched him mercilessly, pressing against places inside him that made him light-headed and weak. He tried to pump against the mattress, but Viggo's weight on him pinned him against the bed, making it impossible for him to lift his hips.
Viggo's thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax, and when he hardened even further inside Orlando, he knew that he was going to come soon. Viggo pulled back until only the tip remained inside, and thrust quickly; the stimulation brought him over the edge and he pushed in to the root, grunting as he emptied himself inside Orlando's hole. Orlando whimpered as Viggo kept thrusting through his orgasm, his hole sensitized by the fierce pounding.
Viggo's breath stirred the curls in his nape, and Orlando whined when he pulled out, his cock so hard that he was certain he would come as soon as Viggo touched him.
He rolled over onto his side when Viggo sat up and pulled back, struggling with the rope. Viggo undid the knots and tossed away the rope, keeping his eye on Orlando as he discarded the condom in the general direction of the trash bin. Viggo turned the view finder again and put the camera down; making sure that Orlando's expression was caught on tape as he leaned in and swallowed the head of his cock.
Orlando's legs fell open and he threw his head back, wailing as Viggo consumed his aching cock to the root, pushing his fingers inside his hole at the same time. A few taps against his prostate and he was coming gloriously into Viggo's mouth, howling as nerve-wracking pleasure robbed him of all conscious thought and all he knew was flying and then falling as the wave started to recede. Viggo licked and sucked him until he started to soften, prolonging his pleasure beyond what he thought he could endure.
“Christ, you're killing me,” Orlando panted, throwing an arm across his eyes and trying to catch his breath, his body thrumming with his climax.
Viggo let Orlando's cock slide from his mouth with a soft pop. “With my cock? Thanks, babe.”
“You're so bad.” Orlando started to chuckle and then turned to his side, noticing the camera for the first time. “God, I totally forgot about that!”
“Good thing that I didn't, or we'd have to do it all over again,” Viggo said with an exaggerated leer and reached for a Kleenex from the bedside table, wiping himself clean.
“God, no. My arse is torn enough as it is.” Orlando groaned as he got up and all but limped to the bathroom. Viggo swatted his ass as he went by and then took the video camera.
“Babe?” Orlando mm'ed from the bathroom. “How do we play it back?”
“Just press 'play', it's next to the power button.”
Nothing happened.
“It's not working.”
Orlando came back from the bathroom, still walking gingerly. “You sure you set it up right?”
“The camera was on, there was a blinking red spot on the corner of the screen...” Viggo stopped talking at the look on Orlando's face. “What?”
Orlando doubled over with laughter. “The red little light means that there's no memory card inside!”
“You mean you didn't put it there?” Viggo asked.
“I thought you did!”
Viggo set the camera aside, a little grin already forming on his mouth. “You know what this means, right?”
Orlando squeaked and bolted out of the door, running down the stairs as he was pursued by a mad method actor, both racing to the small piece of plastic still inside its wrapper downstairs.
THE END.