Fic: Lascivious In Leather
Title: Lascivious In Leather
Author: legolas_is_mine
Beta: mesnica
Rating: NC17
Summary: Second challenge at the euslashyretreat was to take a (randomly picked) fic of another person at the retreat and remix it - I got bijouatweb's fic Lascivious In Leather (find it here) and Viggorlified it!
Orlando whimpered. Viggo had arrived home holding a plain shopping bag and looking rather pleased with himself. This rarely meant anything good for Orlando, not that he actually minded the perverted antics Viggo forced him into, but sometimes his older lover was a little… crazy. And that was being polite about it, considering some of the things Viggo had had him do. Orlando went along with them all, because if you were being shagged by Viggo Mortensen, wouldn’t you?
“Take off your clothes and then close your eyes,” Viggo ordered, grinning wolfishly at the young man, who looked somewhat like a deer caught in the headlights of a rather large truck - whilst being chased by a bear.
Orlando obeyed, gulping at the thought of what might be contained within the black carrier bag. He heard the soft rustle of leather on leather as Viggo removed the items from their container. Orlando couldn’t help but smile as he felt the wet warmth of Viggo’s mouth surrounding his cock.
Having his lover thus distracted, Viggo began to dress him in the clothes he had bought for him. First to go on was the thong; Viggo continuing to suck and nibble at Orlando’s cock whilst guiding his feet into the legs holes of the garment.
Thong in place, Viggo got to his feet in order to help Orlando into the leather chaps he had found in the little shop he had popped in to ask directions when he had got lost on the way home from the market.
Orlando shivered as he felt the soft leather being pulled up his legs, and squirmed delightfully when Viggo fastened them in place. The feel of the chaps against his skin was quite delicious, especially when Viggo’s hand wandered around his body and a finger slipped inside of him.
Suppressing a smirk at the surprised squeak from Orlando, Viggo removed his finger, stood back and added the final ingredient to the image in front of him - a thick leather collar that, together with the chaps and thong, made Orlando resemble nothing so much as a sex slave belonging to some rich barbarian lord. It was an image Viggo approved of, so much so that he took his camera from the table and began taking snaps.
Some time later, Orlando sighed as he heard yet another click from Viggo’s apparently indefatigable camera. He loved Viggo, but this was getting silly.
“Viggo! Can I open my eyes yet?”