Where you lead… - Bed and Breakfast
Series Title: Where you lead…
Title: Bed and Breakfast
Author: bwitched83uk & mesnica
Fandom: LotR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Prompt: 15. Food Play
Word Count: 4.749
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We only wish we could own them, just think of all the fun we would make them have *sighs* In other words, this is pure fiction.
Beta: tularia, thank you! *hugs*
Author's Notes: Written for 50kinkyways. (our table)
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: Learning to love differently.
Part 1 - Beginnings
Part 2 - Bed and Breakfast
Waking up next to a warm body, half-curled over it and with an arm slung around his back was the best kind of waking up, Orlando thought. He nuzzled the slightly sweaty skin under his mouth, pressing a tiny kiss to it, and sighed contentedly. If it was up to him, he would always wake up like this from now on, every day of his life.
"Morning," a sleepy voice greeted him cheerfully.
"Hmm, morning Viggo," Orlando replied and opened his eyes, looking up at his lover.
Viggo's hand left its resting place on Orlando's spine and traveled up, stroking the skin of his back, then his neck.
"What time is it?" Orlando asked, noticing the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting patterns on the bed sheet and Viggo's skin.
Viggo glanced over at the clock beside Orlando's bed and smiled. "Almost ten." He turned back to Orlando who was practically trying to bury himself under Viggo. "I never sleep that late," Viggo confessed, pulling Orli to him and grinning madly before pressing his lips to his new lover's forehead.
After a few minutes of a lazy and comfortable silence, Orlando knew he had to move or risk falling back to sleep
"Shower?" he suggested, pulling himself up. "Or maybe some breakfast first?"
Viggo stretched and scratched his golden tanned chest, making Orlando's eyes fix on his glorious body. "Food first I think, I'm too relaxed to move."
"Does that mean you expect me to make you breakfast while you lie here and do nothing?" Orlando asked, carefully arranging his face into one of serious outrage. The grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth ruined the façade though. He just felt too good this morning to be offended by anything.
"Exactly," Viggo answered, then bent down to press his lips to Orlando's, taking his mouth in a lazy kiss. "Please, baby?" he murmured against the younger man's still open lips after they parted.
"Under one condition only," Orlando gave in.
"And what would that be?"
"It's your turn tomorrow."
Viggo made a pretense of thinking it over before grinning. "Deal."
Orlando grinned back and kissed him one last time before jumping out of bed and making his way to the kitchen. He chewed on his thumb nail and frowned at the contents of his fridge. He really needed to go shopping. Maybe later he could talk Viggo into going with him to the supermarket. He had to stop himself from squealing at the thought of them doing couple-y things.
Deciding that the eggs were probably off and that there wasn't enough bread for both of them, he opened the fruit drawer. If there was one thing Orlando always insisted on having in his house, it was fresh fruit. As a vegetarian it was a must.
He eyed the contents, then just took everything out of the fridge and put it on the counter. When all the fruit had changed places, he closed the fridge and tried to decide whether he should take everything up to the bedroom as it was, or prepare bite-sized bits. The mental image of Viggo and him feeding each other slices of various fruits closed his internal debate, and Orlando got out a board and a knife. He quickly started the coffeemaker and took out some bowls for the fruits, then began by cutting the honeydew melon.
Ten minutes later, several bowls were filled with different berries and slices of fruits and the coffeemaker had hissed a last time. Loading everything on a tray, Orlando carefully balanced it while he made his way upstairs again.
"Is that breakfast or a feast?" Viggo asked as his young lover entered the bedroom, carrying a tray filled with a juicy and sumptuous looking display.
Orlando smiled happily and handed the tray to Viggo, who removed the coffee and placed it on the table next to him. Orlando got back into the bed and pulled the nice warm covers over him a bit. "Sorry, fruit is all I had."
Viggo smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, you'll just have to make me dinner as well, won't you, to make up for it."
Orlando playful swatted him, stuck out his tongue, only for Viggo to lick it.
"What do you think I am? The little missus? If anyone's gonna be doing the cooking around here, it's you."
"But you'd look so good in a little white apron," Viggo joked.
Orlando rolled his eyes and quickly took a slice of melon, pushing it into his lover's mouth to stop him from making more comments of that sort. Viggo only grinned and chewed.
Settling against his lover's side, Orlando chose the biggest strawberry he could find in the bowl, and bit into it, the pink juices spilling out of his mouth and running down his chin.
"Messy eater, are you?" Viggo remarked, and Orlando looked over to him.
"You're one to talk," he countered, extending his hand to wipe away the melon juice form the corners of Viggo's mouth. Most of it had dribbled into the beard Viggo wore for the movie, and Orlando giggled at the sight. "You need the shower badly now."
"Later," Viggo said, bending over to lick at Orlando's mouth and chin.
Orlando moaned and sighed happily as Viggo lapped at his chin. Reaching into a bowl, Viggo removed a ripe slice of kiwi and fed it to Orlando, hissing in pleasure as Orlando sucked the fingers into his mouth along with the fruit. Orlando's tongue licked between Viggo's fingers and his hand came up to grasp his wrist, stopping him from moving it.
Orlando sucked on the fingers, closing his eyes as the juices from the kiwi filled his mouth. He swallowed and let go of Viggo's wrist. The older man removed his fingers from Orlando's mouth and put them in his own, sucking the remaining juices from them. Orlando picked up a strawberry and held it out for Viggo to bite into.
"Something tells me we are really going to need that shower when we're done here," Orlando said, grinning seductively.
Viggo took the offered treat between his teeth, biting into it while holding the younger man's gaze. Seeing the juices paint his lover's lips and his own fingers, Orlando couldn't hold onto himself anymore. With a low moan, he bent forward; catching the rest of the ripe fruit and his fingers in between their opened mouths.
Viggo's tongue was twirling around his finger, laving it under the pretense of licking the sticky sweet strawberry juice from it, and Orlando groaned deeply as he let his own tongue come out and join the play.
They were making a mess, but neither man cared as the strawberry was crushed in their mouths by fingers and tongues, juice and saliva mixing and spilling over Orlando's fingers and out of the corners of their mouths.
The kiss was slow and deep, and Orlando moaned as Viggo pushed him back, coming to rest over him, and painting one of his nipples with a pink, juicy strawberry.
The nipple was quickly licked clean by Viggo's tongue, which lapped at it like a kitten laps at milk.
"Fuck," Orlando sighed, bringing his hands up over his head, silently giving Viggo permission to do what ever he wanted with him.
Viggo reached over into one of the bowls and selected a chunk of water melon before sliding it down over Orlando's chest and stomach and licking the juices that the fruit had left in its path.
This was a whole other kind of eating breakfast in bed, but one that Orlando knew he would insist upon repeating often. Lifting his head, he watched his lover run the pink slice of fruit over his hip bone, painting the skin with the sugary fluid before bending down to clean it with his mouth and tongue.
Orlando shivered, and could feel his cock throbbing, begging for attention. "Viggo," he moaned, making the older man look up to him.
"Yeah?"
"Want you," Orlando breathed, rolling his hips up so that Viggo would unmistakably feel what he was doing to him.
Viggo looked down at the rapidly hardening cock and paused. He had never given head before, but he didn't want to disappoint Orlando, especially since he had given him the blow job of a life time just yesterday.
He looked up at his young lover, and saw the kind of desperation in his eyes that only a twenty-three year old can have, and smiled. Whether he was good or not, Viggo didn't think Orlando would mind.
He slowly, teasingly, slid the red fruit over Orlando's shaft, coating his foreskin in the sticky fluid, before bending down, making sure to keep eye contact with Orlando, and licking over it slowly.
Orlando gasped and tensed. "Fuck, yes."
Encouraged by the exclamation, Viggo continued. It wasn't too bad, the sweet juice of the melon mixing with the distinguishing, slightly salty flavor of Orlando's skin that was all the more potent on this part of his body. Viggo inhaled deeply, needing to savor the smell as well as the taste; he knew this was one of those things he would always be able to recall.
Orlando rolled his hips up again, and Viggo grinned at the need in the younger man's moans. Leisurely, he licked over the juice-coated shaft, feeling the texture of velvety skin over hard, pulsing flesh. No, not bad at all.
"More," the younger man groaned, and one of his hands came down to twist in Viggo's hair, urging him on.
Viggo chuckled and placed a kiss lovingly to Orlando's achingly hard cock. "Ah youth, always so eager." He swirled his tongue around the head of Orlando's cock, mimicking what the younger man had done to him the night before. "Be patient, little elf, all good things come to those who wait."
Orlando moaned and bucked his hips up slightly. "Don't mention coming, I'm dying here."
Again Viggo chuckled and bent down to take the cock in his mouth. He popped in another berry and sucked them both.
Orlando's hands pulled at Viggo's hair as he realized he had a choice to make. Did he let Viggo finish him this way, or did he ask him to stop and fuck him? The very idea of Viggo stopping was appalling, but then again, he remembered how Viggo had pounded into him the night before. It was such a hard choice.
Then Viggo sucked him in deeper, and Orlando trembled. "God, Viggo. Stop, please," he gasped, trying with all his might to not just let go and come.
Dutifully, Viggo let the cock drop from his lips. "Orli?"
"Don't want to come like that," Orlando panted, closing his eyes to shut out the smug smile that replaced the confused look on Viggo's face at his explanation. He couldn't look at his lover right now; it could very well be the last stimulation that he needed.
Viggo's hand caressed the skin of his side, sending little tingles through Orlando. "And if I want you to?" he purred.
Orlando mewled in response and squeezed his eyes shut tight. "Fuck," he moaned, fully aware of his limited vocabulary this morning. "Do it."
Viggo didn't waste any time, he bent back down and engulfed Orlando's cock, which was visibly quivering.
Orlando bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tight as the wet heat of Viggo's mouth brought him even closer to coming. He was so close; he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Vig," he pleaded as his older lover sucked for all he was worth.
There were still remnants of the sugary-sweet fruit juices clinging to Orlando's cock, and now they tinted the taste of the precome that was leaking from the slit. Viggo had tasted Orlando yesterday, and hadn't found it as icky as he would have assumed by the fuss some women he knew had made about it. Right now, blended with the aroma of melon and strawberry and the knowledge that it was him that made Orlando lose all his composure, it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
He was going on instinct alone again, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on the hot cock when he had taken it in as far as he comfortable could; then letting most of it slide out of his mouth again and twirling his tongue over the head, tasting the precome that gathered there.
Orlando was constantly moaning and panting now, his arms at his side, hands gripping the sheets and his head twisting from side to side.
"Let go," Viggo murmured, letting him pop from his lips completely before bending down and taking all of Orlando in again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the younger man chanted, hips arching off the bed as he felt his bollocks tighten. Then Viggo hummed deep in his throat and the vibrations caressing his aching flesh were the last push Orlando needed to fall over the edge.
His come spurted out of him, filling Viggo's mouth, barely giving him time to be surprised. He had never thought about how much it could be, or if he wanted to swallow or spit, and now that Orlando was spilling into his mouth all he could do was to hang on and swallow, swallow, swallow.
The taste of Orlando's come mixed with the juices from the strawberries made for an interesting taste. Viggo's tongue snaked out to lick his lips as he gazed down at his lover, who appeared to have passed out.
"Orli? Are you asleep?" he asked incredulously.
"No," Orlando murmured, not opening his eyes. "Just... wow. That was... wow." His face split in a silly grin and Viggo found himself grinning along with him.
Tenderly, Viggo stroked Orlando's hair back from his slightly sweaty forehead. "Yeah," he agreed. "It was pretty wow."
Orlando's eyes finally opened and he let them wander down Viggo's gloriously naked body. He wanted to smother the older man in the sumptuous fruits and lick every single inch of him.
"Come up here," he mumbled.
Viggo crawled up his body, and Orlando smiled lazily up at him as the older man bent down to press a kiss to his lips. He could taste himself on Viggo, his own come and the fruits that he would never be able to eat without getting hard again.
"Love you," he breathed against Viggo's lips as they parted, and Viggo leaned his forehead to Orlando's.
"Love you, too," Viggo said, smiling contently, bending down to press a feather-light kiss to Orlando's mouth again.
After a while, Orlando noticed the hardness pressing against his stomach and grinned, reminded that he still had some tasting of his own to do. "My turn now," he purred, flipping them over so suddenly that Viggo ooph'd at the unexpected change of position he found himself in.
"You know," Orlando said as he reached down to gently cup Viggo's cock. "This is a really good way to make sure you get your daily five portions of fruit."
Viggo smiled and squirmed against Orlando's hand. "Yeah, they should put that on the adverts. Some kinky sex involving fruit a day keeps the doctor away."
Orlando laughed and reached over for some nice wet water melon. He popped it into his mouth and chewed it slightly before covering Viggo's mouth with his own and letting the juices flow between them. Viggo moaned and swallowed, thrusting up slightly against Orlando's hand which was still cupping him, and doing nothing more. Viggo quietly moaned.
"Now who's impatient?" Orlando teased, giving him a little squeeze. He retrieved another piece of water melon and slowly ran it down Viggo's neck. The cool fruit felt good against his overheated skin. Orlando rubbed it over Viggo's pulse point before leaning down and sucking on it.
When he straightened up again, a purple mark adorned Viggo's neck and Orlando smiled, running a finger over it lightly.
"Make up will have my ass for that," Viggo commented, but his tone was light, unconcerned.
"No, they won't. Your arse is mine," Orlando countered grinning and reached over to get another piece of fruit from one of the bowls, kiwi this time.
When he looked back at the older man, Viggo was staring at him with a mixture of desire and anxiety.
"What's wrong?" Orlando asked concerned, the kiwi in his hand forgotten.
Viggo swallowed and shook his head, then cleared his throat. "I'm not sure if I'm up for that," he said carefully. He didn't want to want to deny Orlando anything, especially not when their relationship was so new and fragile, but Viggo really didn't know how he felt about the thought of being on the receiving end. That wasn't something he ever so much as thought about.
Orlando looked down, both disappointed and understanding. He looked up again to meet Viggo's eyes, who wished he hadn't said anything. He didn't like the look on the beautiful young man's face. He would do it if that was what Orlando wanted, even if he didn't really want it himself.
A somewhat uncharacteristic retort formed on Orlando's tongue but he refused to let it out. You jumped into my arse quick enough last night, he wanted to say, but he knew it was unfair. This was all new to Viggo and he would be as patient as Viggo needed him to be.
"It's okay," he said with a small smile. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Viggo." He leaned down and kissed him gently. He loved Viggo so much it hurt, and this wasn't a big deal; certainly not something that should come between them.
Viggo's hand came up to cradle his head, and Orlando felt his mixed feelings slip away. He moaned when Viggo's tongue stroked his own, encouraging Orlando's to play and forget everything else. They could, no, needed to talk later; there was still too much unsaid, but at the moment both of them needed to come.
Breaking the kiss, Orlando licked his lips, then became aware of the sticky remainders of the forgotten fruit in his hand. It was smashed by now, the pulp spreading over his fingers and Viggo's belly. Looking down at it, Orlando found that he quite liked the sight. He stretched to the side, fetching an almost overripe strawberry from the bowls, and with a mischievous grin squashed it on one of Viggo's nipples.
Viggo gasped at the feeling of the cold fruit on his skin. The pink juices trickled down his side, some of it staining the bed sheets. Orlando's tongue circled Viggo's dusky pink nipple teasingly before sucking it as hard as he could.
Viggo moaned surprised. He had never had much attention paid to his nipples before; Viggo had no idea it would feel so good. He had learnt a lot about his body in the last twelve hours.
That thought was confirmed when Orlando squeezed a piece of water melon into his belly button and dipped his tongue in and out. The sensation went straight to his aching cock and he reached down to give himself a quick rub to ease some of the tension that had gathered there.
"Hey," Orlando swatted at his hand, "none of that. It's my turn, remember?"
"Yes, sir," Viggo answered mockingly, but let his hand drop to his side. The thought of Orlando being fully in charge, as unused as he was to it, made his cock throb and his breath quicken.
"Good." Orlando grinned, and turned his attention back to licking the different fruit juices and chunks from the older man's body. When one patch was licked and sucked clean, he'd reach over to the side and get another piece from the bowls, smearing it on Viggo's skin just to eat it off again.
It didn't take him long to have his lover twisting under him, arching into the caresses of Orlando's lips and tongue.
"Orlando, please," Viggo begged. "Quit teasing."
"But it's fun," the younger man replied, smirking as he ran a fresh piece of honey melon over the head of Viggo's cock, touching it for the first time.
The older man bucked his hips and groaned low in his throat as Orlando bent down to suckle the sweet juice from it, then engulfed him completely in his mouth.
"Shit," Viggo swore, letting his head fall back against the pillows. Orlando sucked and worshiped his cock like it was the most precious thing ever. He had never watched a woman like this, had never seen one look as though she really enjoyed what she was doing.
"Baby, that feels so good," he said through panting breaths as Orlando took him right down his throat.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Orlando asked, letting the aching cock slip from between his beautiful lips.
Viggo couldn't quite believe Orlando was asking him, like there was a chance in hell he would actually say no. The older man just nodded his head and watched as Orlando slid his hand up Viggo's mouth. Viggo parted his lips and let his lover's fingers in. He sucked and laved them with his tongue.
When Orlando pulled his hand free, he raised himself up to kneel over Viggo. "Watch me," he said as he brought his wet fingers to his opening.
Their position wasn't the best to watch how Orlando sunk his fingers into his ass, so Viggo found himself observing the emotions playing on his face instead. When the younger man breached himself the first time, a flicker of pain flashed over his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, replaced with a gasp and the fluttering of Orlando's eyelids.
Orlando made himself look down at Viggo as he thrust his finger into himself. It stung a bit with only saliva to ease the way, but the look in the older man's eyes made him soon forget the hurt. He pushed deeper, quickening the pace, and added a second finger as soon as he felt ready for it.
Needing to touch the younger man, Viggo put his hands on Orlando's thighs, feeling the muscles quiver as Orlando pushed back against the two fingers now in his ass.
"Lube," Orlando said huskily. "Coat yourself."
Without taking his eyes off Orlando, Viggo reached into the bedside drawer and squeezed some of the cool gel onto his fingers.
Orlando sunk down on his own fingers and bit his lip to stifle a moan. "Fuck."
"You look gorgeous," Viggo said, watching his young lover's face, melted in bliss. "How does it feel?" Viggo asked curiously.
Orlando grinned and twisted his fingers, brushing over his prostate. He moaned and sunk even further down on them. "Fucking incredible."
Viggo pulled a condom down over his erection and stroked the lube on. He hoped they were going to have the condom talk soon; he couldn't wait to feel Orlando's inner, silky flesh against his cock.
"Ready?" Orlando breathed, pulling the fingers out and moaning at the loss.
"God, yeah." Viggo never had been this ready before.
Orlando shifted around, gripping Viggo's cock and positioning himself over it. He squeezed his eyes shut as he sank down slowly until Viggo was buried balls-deep into him.
"Fuck," he moaned, feeling Viggo throb in him, and then forced himself to open his eyes again. "So good."
"Don't move yet," Viggo said, his voice strained, and his fingers trembling on Orlando's legs. "So tight."
Orlando grinned and refrained from showing his lover exactly how much tighter it could be. If he squeezed his inner muscles now, Viggo would come, and that would be much too soon.
"Now," Viggo said after a while, and Orlando slowly raised himself up again.
"Fuck," Viggo cried out as Orlando began to move. If possible, Orlando felt even tighter around him today. Maybe it was the new position.
He liked this very much: lying back and watching the man he loved riding him like this was heaven.
Orlando slid himself almost completely off Viggo's cock before sinking back down. "I haven't fucked anyone since I came to New Zealand," Orlando suddenly said out of the blue. "My girlfriend and I were fighting and we weren't sleeping together, and I have been tested since my last time with her, during the medical."
Viggo then realized why Orlando had told him that. He tried to think but it was too hard, he was too hard, all he could think was 'up and down, up and down,' as Orlando rode him hard.
"I um, me too," he said, unable to stop himself from thrusting up slightly into the tight heat.
Orlando managed a grin, then changed the rhythm, gyrating his hips at every down. "Good," he panted. "I can't wait to really feel you." He bent forward, catching one of Viggo's nipples with his lips and sucking it shortly before letting it pop out again. "Want to feel you coming inside me."
"Fuck," Viggo groaned. Orlando's words were almost too much and his hips jerked upwards impulsively.
"Oh yeah," the younger man hissed as Viggo's cock grated over his prostate. "Fuck me, Vig."
"Yes," Viggo agreed with a groan. He rested his hands on Orlando's hips, urging him to go faster. Orlando rode him so beautifully; the young man was gyrating and twisting like he was riding a mechanical bull.
When Viggo slammed up into him, Orlando wailed and grasped his own cock fisting it hard. There had been too much foreplay; he knew neither of them were going to last very long.
Viggo watched as Orlando jerked himself, aware that the younger man would cum, shooting all over his chest. The thought of being marked by Orlando in this way excited him and he placed his hand over Orlando's, wanting to help him.
As Viggo's hand closed around his cock, tugging on it, Orlando groaned, slamming down even harder. It was all too much; he needed to come, now. "Fuck, fuck, oh god, Viggo," he panted hoarsely, removing his own hand from his cock and gripping lower to cup his balls.
"God, Orli," Viggo groaned. He didn't know on what to concentrate, the feel of Orlando's hot velvety walls tighten around him, squeezing him like a vice, or the sight of his young lover losing all self-control as he was stroked by both of them while getting fucked. "Gonna come… too much."
"Yeah," Orlando agreed moaning and bent down further, slipping his tongue into Viggo's mouth right as he came.
Orlando sobbed into Viggo's mouth, trembling and tensing. His come spilled over Viggo's hand, coating his belly, and the contractions of his ass were sending Viggo over the edge as well. With a last thrust upwards, he buried himself as deep into Orlando as possible and spilled into the condom.
Orlando collapsed on top of Viggo and buried his face in his lover's sweaty neck. After a few long moments, Viggo became aware that Orlando was shaking with silent laughter. He turned his head to look at him and Orlando looked back, grinning like a lunatic. "What's so funny?"
Orlando giggled, he actually giggled, and Viggo felt like he was going to die from how much he loved Orlando at that moment.
"My pubic hair is all sticky."
Viggo, despite himself, laughed a little too and shook his head. "We got a little creative, didn't we?"
Orlando nodded. "It was fantastic. I want to eat all my meals this way from now on."
"Lunch will be a bit difficult," Viggo replied. "I don't think steak and potatoes would be as much fun."
"I don't eat steak," Orlando countered, still laughing.
"I still don't like the idea of lunch-on-skin though," Viggo said before drawing Orlando's head down and silencing his lover with the best-working method.
Orlando forgot all about meals and stickiness as Viggo's tongue pushed into his mouth and tangled with his own. He whimpered when he could feel his lover's hand on his ass, stroking over his skin and making him all too aware of his sensitivity so short after coming.
Prying his mouth from Viggo's, he shook his head. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're supposed to lose your sex drive when you get older?" he asked incredulously.
Viggo smiled and made a show of thinking for a moment. "Let's test that theory... in the shower." He took Orlando's hand and pulled him up, leading him to the bathroom.
Part 3 - Slippery When Wet
Title: Bed and Breakfast
Author: bwitched83uk & mesnica
Fandom: LotR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Prompt: 15. Food Play
Word Count: 4.749
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We only wish we could own them, just think of all the fun we would make them have *sighs* In other words, this is pure fiction.
Beta: tularia, thank you! *hugs*
Author's Notes: Written for 50kinkyways. (our table)
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: Learning to love differently.
Part 1 - Beginnings
Part 2 - Bed and Breakfast
Waking up next to a warm body, half-curled over it and with an arm slung around his back was the best kind of waking up, Orlando thought. He nuzzled the slightly sweaty skin under his mouth, pressing a tiny kiss to it, and sighed contentedly. If it was up to him, he would always wake up like this from now on, every day of his life.
"Morning," a sleepy voice greeted him cheerfully.
"Hmm, morning Viggo," Orlando replied and opened his eyes, looking up at his lover.
Viggo's hand left its resting place on Orlando's spine and traveled up, stroking the skin of his back, then his neck.
"What time is it?" Orlando asked, noticing the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting patterns on the bed sheet and Viggo's skin.
Viggo glanced over at the clock beside Orlando's bed and smiled. "Almost ten." He turned back to Orlando who was practically trying to bury himself under Viggo. "I never sleep that late," Viggo confessed, pulling Orli to him and grinning madly before pressing his lips to his new lover's forehead.
After a few minutes of a lazy and comfortable silence, Orlando knew he had to move or risk falling back to sleep
"Shower?" he suggested, pulling himself up. "Or maybe some breakfast first?"
Viggo stretched and scratched his golden tanned chest, making Orlando's eyes fix on his glorious body. "Food first I think, I'm too relaxed to move."
"Does that mean you expect me to make you breakfast while you lie here and do nothing?" Orlando asked, carefully arranging his face into one of serious outrage. The grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth ruined the façade though. He just felt too good this morning to be offended by anything.
"Exactly," Viggo answered, then bent down to press his lips to Orlando's, taking his mouth in a lazy kiss. "Please, baby?" he murmured against the younger man's still open lips after they parted.
"Under one condition only," Orlando gave in.
"And what would that be?"
"It's your turn tomorrow."
Viggo made a pretense of thinking it over before grinning. "Deal."
Orlando grinned back and kissed him one last time before jumping out of bed and making his way to the kitchen. He chewed on his thumb nail and frowned at the contents of his fridge. He really needed to go shopping. Maybe later he could talk Viggo into going with him to the supermarket. He had to stop himself from squealing at the thought of them doing couple-y things.
Deciding that the eggs were probably off and that there wasn't enough bread for both of them, he opened the fruit drawer. If there was one thing Orlando always insisted on having in his house, it was fresh fruit. As a vegetarian it was a must.
He eyed the contents, then just took everything out of the fridge and put it on the counter. When all the fruit had changed places, he closed the fridge and tried to decide whether he should take everything up to the bedroom as it was, or prepare bite-sized bits. The mental image of Viggo and him feeding each other slices of various fruits closed his internal debate, and Orlando got out a board and a knife. He quickly started the coffeemaker and took out some bowls for the fruits, then began by cutting the honeydew melon.
Ten minutes later, several bowls were filled with different berries and slices of fruits and the coffeemaker had hissed a last time. Loading everything on a tray, Orlando carefully balanced it while he made his way upstairs again.
"Is that breakfast or a feast?" Viggo asked as his young lover entered the bedroom, carrying a tray filled with a juicy and sumptuous looking display.
Orlando smiled happily and handed the tray to Viggo, who removed the coffee and placed it on the table next to him. Orlando got back into the bed and pulled the nice warm covers over him a bit. "Sorry, fruit is all I had."
Viggo smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, you'll just have to make me dinner as well, won't you, to make up for it."
Orlando playful swatted him, stuck out his tongue, only for Viggo to lick it.
"What do you think I am? The little missus? If anyone's gonna be doing the cooking around here, it's you."
"But you'd look so good in a little white apron," Viggo joked.
Orlando rolled his eyes and quickly took a slice of melon, pushing it into his lover's mouth to stop him from making more comments of that sort. Viggo only grinned and chewed.
Settling against his lover's side, Orlando chose the biggest strawberry he could find in the bowl, and bit into it, the pink juices spilling out of his mouth and running down his chin.
"Messy eater, are you?" Viggo remarked, and Orlando looked over to him.
"You're one to talk," he countered, extending his hand to wipe away the melon juice form the corners of Viggo's mouth. Most of it had dribbled into the beard Viggo wore for the movie, and Orlando giggled at the sight. "You need the shower badly now."
"Later," Viggo said, bending over to lick at Orlando's mouth and chin.
Orlando moaned and sighed happily as Viggo lapped at his chin. Reaching into a bowl, Viggo removed a ripe slice of kiwi and fed it to Orlando, hissing in pleasure as Orlando sucked the fingers into his mouth along with the fruit. Orlando's tongue licked between Viggo's fingers and his hand came up to grasp his wrist, stopping him from moving it.
Orlando sucked on the fingers, closing his eyes as the juices from the kiwi filled his mouth. He swallowed and let go of Viggo's wrist. The older man removed his fingers from Orlando's mouth and put them in his own, sucking the remaining juices from them. Orlando picked up a strawberry and held it out for Viggo to bite into.
"Something tells me we are really going to need that shower when we're done here," Orlando said, grinning seductively.
Viggo took the offered treat between his teeth, biting into it while holding the younger man's gaze. Seeing the juices paint his lover's lips and his own fingers, Orlando couldn't hold onto himself anymore. With a low moan, he bent forward; catching the rest of the ripe fruit and his fingers in between their opened mouths.
Viggo's tongue was twirling around his finger, laving it under the pretense of licking the sticky sweet strawberry juice from it, and Orlando groaned deeply as he let his own tongue come out and join the play.
They were making a mess, but neither man cared as the strawberry was crushed in their mouths by fingers and tongues, juice and saliva mixing and spilling over Orlando's fingers and out of the corners of their mouths.
The kiss was slow and deep, and Orlando moaned as Viggo pushed him back, coming to rest over him, and painting one of his nipples with a pink, juicy strawberry.
The nipple was quickly licked clean by Viggo's tongue, which lapped at it like a kitten laps at milk.
"Fuck," Orlando sighed, bringing his hands up over his head, silently giving Viggo permission to do what ever he wanted with him.
Viggo reached over into one of the bowls and selected a chunk of water melon before sliding it down over Orlando's chest and stomach and licking the juices that the fruit had left in its path.
This was a whole other kind of eating breakfast in bed, but one that Orlando knew he would insist upon repeating often. Lifting his head, he watched his lover run the pink slice of fruit over his hip bone, painting the skin with the sugary fluid before bending down to clean it with his mouth and tongue.
Orlando shivered, and could feel his cock throbbing, begging for attention. "Viggo," he moaned, making the older man look up to him.
"Yeah?"
"Want you," Orlando breathed, rolling his hips up so that Viggo would unmistakably feel what he was doing to him.
Viggo looked down at the rapidly hardening cock and paused. He had never given head before, but he didn't want to disappoint Orlando, especially since he had given him the blow job of a life time just yesterday.
He looked up at his young lover, and saw the kind of desperation in his eyes that only a twenty-three year old can have, and smiled. Whether he was good or not, Viggo didn't think Orlando would mind.
He slowly, teasingly, slid the red fruit over Orlando's shaft, coating his foreskin in the sticky fluid, before bending down, making sure to keep eye contact with Orlando, and licking over it slowly.
Orlando gasped and tensed. "Fuck, yes."
Encouraged by the exclamation, Viggo continued. It wasn't too bad, the sweet juice of the melon mixing with the distinguishing, slightly salty flavor of Orlando's skin that was all the more potent on this part of his body. Viggo inhaled deeply, needing to savor the smell as well as the taste; he knew this was one of those things he would always be able to recall.
Orlando rolled his hips up again, and Viggo grinned at the need in the younger man's moans. Leisurely, he licked over the juice-coated shaft, feeling the texture of velvety skin over hard, pulsing flesh. No, not bad at all.
"More," the younger man groaned, and one of his hands came down to twist in Viggo's hair, urging him on.
Viggo chuckled and placed a kiss lovingly to Orlando's achingly hard cock. "Ah youth, always so eager." He swirled his tongue around the head of Orlando's cock, mimicking what the younger man had done to him the night before. "Be patient, little elf, all good things come to those who wait."
Orlando moaned and bucked his hips up slightly. "Don't mention coming, I'm dying here."
Again Viggo chuckled and bent down to take the cock in his mouth. He popped in another berry and sucked them both.
Orlando's hands pulled at Viggo's hair as he realized he had a choice to make. Did he let Viggo finish him this way, or did he ask him to stop and fuck him? The very idea of Viggo stopping was appalling, but then again, he remembered how Viggo had pounded into him the night before. It was such a hard choice.
Then Viggo sucked him in deeper, and Orlando trembled. "God, Viggo. Stop, please," he gasped, trying with all his might to not just let go and come.
Dutifully, Viggo let the cock drop from his lips. "Orli?"
"Don't want to come like that," Orlando panted, closing his eyes to shut out the smug smile that replaced the confused look on Viggo's face at his explanation. He couldn't look at his lover right now; it could very well be the last stimulation that he needed.
Viggo's hand caressed the skin of his side, sending little tingles through Orlando. "And if I want you to?" he purred.
Orlando mewled in response and squeezed his eyes shut tight. "Fuck," he moaned, fully aware of his limited vocabulary this morning. "Do it."
Viggo didn't waste any time, he bent back down and engulfed Orlando's cock, which was visibly quivering.
Orlando bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tight as the wet heat of Viggo's mouth brought him even closer to coming. He was so close; he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Vig," he pleaded as his older lover sucked for all he was worth.
There were still remnants of the sugary-sweet fruit juices clinging to Orlando's cock, and now they tinted the taste of the precome that was leaking from the slit. Viggo had tasted Orlando yesterday, and hadn't found it as icky as he would have assumed by the fuss some women he knew had made about it. Right now, blended with the aroma of melon and strawberry and the knowledge that it was him that made Orlando lose all his composure, it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
He was going on instinct alone again, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on the hot cock when he had taken it in as far as he comfortable could; then letting most of it slide out of his mouth again and twirling his tongue over the head, tasting the precome that gathered there.
Orlando was constantly moaning and panting now, his arms at his side, hands gripping the sheets and his head twisting from side to side.
"Let go," Viggo murmured, letting him pop from his lips completely before bending down and taking all of Orlando in again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the younger man chanted, hips arching off the bed as he felt his bollocks tighten. Then Viggo hummed deep in his throat and the vibrations caressing his aching flesh were the last push Orlando needed to fall over the edge.
His come spurted out of him, filling Viggo's mouth, barely giving him time to be surprised. He had never thought about how much it could be, or if he wanted to swallow or spit, and now that Orlando was spilling into his mouth all he could do was to hang on and swallow, swallow, swallow.
The taste of Orlando's come mixed with the juices from the strawberries made for an interesting taste. Viggo's tongue snaked out to lick his lips as he gazed down at his lover, who appeared to have passed out.
"Orli? Are you asleep?" he asked incredulously.
"No," Orlando murmured, not opening his eyes. "Just... wow. That was... wow." His face split in a silly grin and Viggo found himself grinning along with him.
Tenderly, Viggo stroked Orlando's hair back from his slightly sweaty forehead. "Yeah," he agreed. "It was pretty wow."
Orlando's eyes finally opened and he let them wander down Viggo's gloriously naked body. He wanted to smother the older man in the sumptuous fruits and lick every single inch of him.
"Come up here," he mumbled.
Viggo crawled up his body, and Orlando smiled lazily up at him as the older man bent down to press a kiss to his lips. He could taste himself on Viggo, his own come and the fruits that he would never be able to eat without getting hard again.
"Love you," he breathed against Viggo's lips as they parted, and Viggo leaned his forehead to Orlando's.
"Love you, too," Viggo said, smiling contently, bending down to press a feather-light kiss to Orlando's mouth again.
After a while, Orlando noticed the hardness pressing against his stomach and grinned, reminded that he still had some tasting of his own to do. "My turn now," he purred, flipping them over so suddenly that Viggo ooph'd at the unexpected change of position he found himself in.
"You know," Orlando said as he reached down to gently cup Viggo's cock. "This is a really good way to make sure you get your daily five portions of fruit."
Viggo smiled and squirmed against Orlando's hand. "Yeah, they should put that on the adverts. Some kinky sex involving fruit a day keeps the doctor away."
Orlando laughed and reached over for some nice wet water melon. He popped it into his mouth and chewed it slightly before covering Viggo's mouth with his own and letting the juices flow between them. Viggo moaned and swallowed, thrusting up slightly against Orlando's hand which was still cupping him, and doing nothing more. Viggo quietly moaned.
"Now who's impatient?" Orlando teased, giving him a little squeeze. He retrieved another piece of water melon and slowly ran it down Viggo's neck. The cool fruit felt good against his overheated skin. Orlando rubbed it over Viggo's pulse point before leaning down and sucking on it.
When he straightened up again, a purple mark adorned Viggo's neck and Orlando smiled, running a finger over it lightly.
"Make up will have my ass for that," Viggo commented, but his tone was light, unconcerned.
"No, they won't. Your arse is mine," Orlando countered grinning and reached over to get another piece of fruit from one of the bowls, kiwi this time.
When he looked back at the older man, Viggo was staring at him with a mixture of desire and anxiety.
"What's wrong?" Orlando asked concerned, the kiwi in his hand forgotten.
Viggo swallowed and shook his head, then cleared his throat. "I'm not sure if I'm up for that," he said carefully. He didn't want to want to deny Orlando anything, especially not when their relationship was so new and fragile, but Viggo really didn't know how he felt about the thought of being on the receiving end. That wasn't something he ever so much as thought about.
Orlando looked down, both disappointed and understanding. He looked up again to meet Viggo's eyes, who wished he hadn't said anything. He didn't like the look on the beautiful young man's face. He would do it if that was what Orlando wanted, even if he didn't really want it himself.
A somewhat uncharacteristic retort formed on Orlando's tongue but he refused to let it out. You jumped into my arse quick enough last night, he wanted to say, but he knew it was unfair. This was all new to Viggo and he would be as patient as Viggo needed him to be.
"It's okay," he said with a small smile. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Viggo." He leaned down and kissed him gently. He loved Viggo so much it hurt, and this wasn't a big deal; certainly not something that should come between them.
Viggo's hand came up to cradle his head, and Orlando felt his mixed feelings slip away. He moaned when Viggo's tongue stroked his own, encouraging Orlando's to play and forget everything else. They could, no, needed to talk later; there was still too much unsaid, but at the moment both of them needed to come.
Breaking the kiss, Orlando licked his lips, then became aware of the sticky remainders of the forgotten fruit in his hand. It was smashed by now, the pulp spreading over his fingers and Viggo's belly. Looking down at it, Orlando found that he quite liked the sight. He stretched to the side, fetching an almost overripe strawberry from the bowls, and with a mischievous grin squashed it on one of Viggo's nipples.
Viggo gasped at the feeling of the cold fruit on his skin. The pink juices trickled down his side, some of it staining the bed sheets. Orlando's tongue circled Viggo's dusky pink nipple teasingly before sucking it as hard as he could.
Viggo moaned surprised. He had never had much attention paid to his nipples before; Viggo had no idea it would feel so good. He had learnt a lot about his body in the last twelve hours.
That thought was confirmed when Orlando squeezed a piece of water melon into his belly button and dipped his tongue in and out. The sensation went straight to his aching cock and he reached down to give himself a quick rub to ease some of the tension that had gathered there.
"Hey," Orlando swatted at his hand, "none of that. It's my turn, remember?"
"Yes, sir," Viggo answered mockingly, but let his hand drop to his side. The thought of Orlando being fully in charge, as unused as he was to it, made his cock throb and his breath quicken.
"Good." Orlando grinned, and turned his attention back to licking the different fruit juices and chunks from the older man's body. When one patch was licked and sucked clean, he'd reach over to the side and get another piece from the bowls, smearing it on Viggo's skin just to eat it off again.
It didn't take him long to have his lover twisting under him, arching into the caresses of Orlando's lips and tongue.
"Orlando, please," Viggo begged. "Quit teasing."
"But it's fun," the younger man replied, smirking as he ran a fresh piece of honey melon over the head of Viggo's cock, touching it for the first time.
The older man bucked his hips and groaned low in his throat as Orlando bent down to suckle the sweet juice from it, then engulfed him completely in his mouth.
"Shit," Viggo swore, letting his head fall back against the pillows. Orlando sucked and worshiped his cock like it was the most precious thing ever. He had never watched a woman like this, had never seen one look as though she really enjoyed what she was doing.
"Baby, that feels so good," he said through panting breaths as Orlando took him right down his throat.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Orlando asked, letting the aching cock slip from between his beautiful lips.
Viggo couldn't quite believe Orlando was asking him, like there was a chance in hell he would actually say no. The older man just nodded his head and watched as Orlando slid his hand up Viggo's mouth. Viggo parted his lips and let his lover's fingers in. He sucked and laved them with his tongue.
When Orlando pulled his hand free, he raised himself up to kneel over Viggo. "Watch me," he said as he brought his wet fingers to his opening.
Their position wasn't the best to watch how Orlando sunk his fingers into his ass, so Viggo found himself observing the emotions playing on his face instead. When the younger man breached himself the first time, a flicker of pain flashed over his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, replaced with a gasp and the fluttering of Orlando's eyelids.
Orlando made himself look down at Viggo as he thrust his finger into himself. It stung a bit with only saliva to ease the way, but the look in the older man's eyes made him soon forget the hurt. He pushed deeper, quickening the pace, and added a second finger as soon as he felt ready for it.
Needing to touch the younger man, Viggo put his hands on Orlando's thighs, feeling the muscles quiver as Orlando pushed back against the two fingers now in his ass.
"Lube," Orlando said huskily. "Coat yourself."
Without taking his eyes off Orlando, Viggo reached into the bedside drawer and squeezed some of the cool gel onto his fingers.
Orlando sunk down on his own fingers and bit his lip to stifle a moan. "Fuck."
"You look gorgeous," Viggo said, watching his young lover's face, melted in bliss. "How does it feel?" Viggo asked curiously.
Orlando grinned and twisted his fingers, brushing over his prostate. He moaned and sunk even further down on them. "Fucking incredible."
Viggo pulled a condom down over his erection and stroked the lube on. He hoped they were going to have the condom talk soon; he couldn't wait to feel Orlando's inner, silky flesh against his cock.
"Ready?" Orlando breathed, pulling the fingers out and moaning at the loss.
"God, yeah." Viggo never had been this ready before.
Orlando shifted around, gripping Viggo's cock and positioning himself over it. He squeezed his eyes shut as he sank down slowly until Viggo was buried balls-deep into him.
"Fuck," he moaned, feeling Viggo throb in him, and then forced himself to open his eyes again. "So good."
"Don't move yet," Viggo said, his voice strained, and his fingers trembling on Orlando's legs. "So tight."
Orlando grinned and refrained from showing his lover exactly how much tighter it could be. If he squeezed his inner muscles now, Viggo would come, and that would be much too soon.
"Now," Viggo said after a while, and Orlando slowly raised himself up again.
"Fuck," Viggo cried out as Orlando began to move. If possible, Orlando felt even tighter around him today. Maybe it was the new position.
He liked this very much: lying back and watching the man he loved riding him like this was heaven.
Orlando slid himself almost completely off Viggo's cock before sinking back down. "I haven't fucked anyone since I came to New Zealand," Orlando suddenly said out of the blue. "My girlfriend and I were fighting and we weren't sleeping together, and I have been tested since my last time with her, during the medical."
Viggo then realized why Orlando had told him that. He tried to think but it was too hard, he was too hard, all he could think was 'up and down, up and down,' as Orlando rode him hard.
"I um, me too," he said, unable to stop himself from thrusting up slightly into the tight heat.
Orlando managed a grin, then changed the rhythm, gyrating his hips at every down. "Good," he panted. "I can't wait to really feel you." He bent forward, catching one of Viggo's nipples with his lips and sucking it shortly before letting it pop out again. "Want to feel you coming inside me."
"Fuck," Viggo groaned. Orlando's words were almost too much and his hips jerked upwards impulsively.
"Oh yeah," the younger man hissed as Viggo's cock grated over his prostate. "Fuck me, Vig."
"Yes," Viggo agreed with a groan. He rested his hands on Orlando's hips, urging him to go faster. Orlando rode him so beautifully; the young man was gyrating and twisting like he was riding a mechanical bull.
When Viggo slammed up into him, Orlando wailed and grasped his own cock fisting it hard. There had been too much foreplay; he knew neither of them were going to last very long.
Viggo watched as Orlando jerked himself, aware that the younger man would cum, shooting all over his chest. The thought of being marked by Orlando in this way excited him and he placed his hand over Orlando's, wanting to help him.
As Viggo's hand closed around his cock, tugging on it, Orlando groaned, slamming down even harder. It was all too much; he needed to come, now. "Fuck, fuck, oh god, Viggo," he panted hoarsely, removing his own hand from his cock and gripping lower to cup his balls.
"God, Orli," Viggo groaned. He didn't know on what to concentrate, the feel of Orlando's hot velvety walls tighten around him, squeezing him like a vice, or the sight of his young lover losing all self-control as he was stroked by both of them while getting fucked. "Gonna come… too much."
"Yeah," Orlando agreed moaning and bent down further, slipping his tongue into Viggo's mouth right as he came.
Orlando sobbed into Viggo's mouth, trembling and tensing. His come spilled over Viggo's hand, coating his belly, and the contractions of his ass were sending Viggo over the edge as well. With a last thrust upwards, he buried himself as deep into Orlando as possible and spilled into the condom.
Orlando collapsed on top of Viggo and buried his face in his lover's sweaty neck. After a few long moments, Viggo became aware that Orlando was shaking with silent laughter. He turned his head to look at him and Orlando looked back, grinning like a lunatic. "What's so funny?"
Orlando giggled, he actually giggled, and Viggo felt like he was going to die from how much he loved Orlando at that moment.
"My pubic hair is all sticky."
Viggo, despite himself, laughed a little too and shook his head. "We got a little creative, didn't we?"
Orlando nodded. "It was fantastic. I want to eat all my meals this way from now on."
"Lunch will be a bit difficult," Viggo replied. "I don't think steak and potatoes would be as much fun."
"I don't eat steak," Orlando countered, still laughing.
"I still don't like the idea of lunch-on-skin though," Viggo said before drawing Orlando's head down and silencing his lover with the best-working method.
Orlando forgot all about meals and stickiness as Viggo's tongue pushed into his mouth and tangled with his own. He whimpered when he could feel his lover's hand on his ass, stroking over his skin and making him all too aware of his sensitivity so short after coming.
Prying his mouth from Viggo's, he shook his head. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're supposed to lose your sex drive when you get older?" he asked incredulously.
Viggo smiled and made a show of thinking for a moment. "Let's test that theory... in the shower." He took Orlando's hand and pulled him up, leading him to the bathroom.
Part 3 - Slippery When Wet