After Dark
Title: After Dark (2/44)
Authors: bwitched83uk & mesnica
Fandom: LotR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Prompt: 29. Submissive
Word Count: 9.500 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, everything from mild to heavy kink, check our prompt table for specifics
Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a boy called Orlando who fell in love with a man named Viggo... maybe that's true, but this here is all lies. No money made, no harm intended, and no twinks hurt more than they deserved during the writing of this fic.
Beta: the wonderful liriel1810 *huggles*
Author's Notes: Written for 50kinkyways.
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: On the night of the White Party, Orlando returns to Dark Communion.
Previous chapter: Part I
Where we left off last time:
Upon visiting the Dark Communion, a well renowned kink club, for the first time in his life, Orlando takes a first step into the world of kink, bdsm and D/s that has since long fascinated him. There, a lucky turn puts him into the hands of the club's owner, Viggo, who’s instantly drawn to the young model.
Part II
Orlando looked great in white. His agent had said so, as had stylists and photographers. It went well with his complexion, his sun-tanned skin providing a perfect contrast to pristine white. It was convenient that, as a model, he was allowed to take home some of the clothes he’d worn at shoots. Not everything and not all the time, but it happened often enough for Orlando’s walk-in closet to be overflowing with a lot more clothes than what he actually bought himself.
And there was a lot of white in there. The invitation flyer Viggo had given him just stated that the dress code was white, but from what Orlando had seen at Dark Communion, he doubted that it meant everyone would exchange the revealing, skin-hugging fetish wear for ordinary club wear in white. That ruled out most of the fifteen different white shirts he owned as too ordinary, as well as the seven pairs of white jeans.
Orlando sat on his bed, looking over the remainder of his white clothes with a sigh. The clock on his bedside table ticked away loudly, its shorter arm just having moved over the eight. There was more than enough time yet to decide, but Orlando had been antsy for the past three days, if not longer.
Dragging a hand through his drying hair, Orlando let his eyes rake over the mountain of clothes once more, and then extended his hand for some butter-soft white leather trousers, half buried among some other things.
He stood up, pushed the towel from his hips and squeezed into the tight leather. They fit as if made for him, which they weren’t, and rested low on his hips, as if threatening to fall down any moment. Orlando took a step forward, stretched his body high and sagged again. The leather stayed obediently in place.
He found a short sleeved white silk shirt that was almost wholly sheer and looked in the full length mirror, noticing his nipples show through the fabric. Orlando wasn’t sure what to expect from tonight, and he wasn’t sure he should be doing this again after last week, but he wanted to see Viggo again.
Orlando ran his hands over the shirt; when the lights hit him tonight people would be able to see everything. He really didn’t want to cause any more trouble; not that last week had been his fault.
He wondered if Viggo would like his outfit, but then he really didn’t know much about the man. Orlando didn’t know what he was into. Viggo had mentioned a past relationship that hadn’t worked because the other person wasn’t into kink, but what kinks Viggo enjoyed Orlando guessed he would have to find out.
In the end Orlando decided that less was more so he sprayed on some cologne and left his apartment.
The drive up to the club made Orlando feel the same as he had the first time. The nerves he was experiencing weren’t lessened in any way. The bouncer at the door apparently recognized him and gave him a smile as he took his ticket.
“Have a good night, sir,” he told him, opening the door for him to go on through.
The corridor leading to the foyer of the club seemed less long than it had the week before, and when Orlando opened the door, he blinked, then smiled at all the white greeting him. Sheer, white fabric was attached to the walls, the black leather couches were hidden underneath white covers and the black door curtains exchanged for white ones. It felt a bit like stepping into some music video idea of heaven.
Soft, melodious electronic music drifted in from the club’s main room, and Orlando smiled in greeting at Cate as he went to the coat room, taking off his black coat as he went.
Liv grinned as she saw him and put his coat on one of the hangers before coming out from behind the table cordoning off the coats from the guest and hugging him.
“Hi sweetheart,” she said smiling as she let him go again and looked him over appraisingly. “Wow, you look good enough to eat.”
“So do you,” Orlando answered her, taking in the white latex hugging her curves. It left a lot of her skin on display without making her look cheap. Orlando wasn’t sure if it was because the dress was cut like an ordinary evening gown, or if it was the way the young employee carried herself in it. Maybe it was a bit of both.
“I was told maybe you were coming back this week,” she said as she walked him over to the bar and handed him a glass of champagne.
“By Viggo?” Orlando wondered, taking a sip and letting her lead him out onto the main floor.
Liv laughed at the very notion that Viggo would share something like that with any of them. He was a fairly private man really, played his emotions close to his chest. “No, Miranda and I got talking.”
“Oh, she works behind the bar, yeah?” he asked, his eyes already scanning the club to see if he could find their host.
“Uh huh, she’s like totally insane, but in a way you can’t help but love, you know?” she told him smiling. Both times Orlando had seen Liv she seemed to be happy, cheerful, in fact if she weren’t wearing that outfit and was in a regular club Orlando would have taken her for one of the spoiled socialite kids.
“She said not to get too close to you,” Liv chatted on, “and that you weren’t my type anyway. She’s great at recognizing how people lean, you know?”
Orlando blinked. “Uh.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Liv said, stopping close to the dance floor and turning towards him. “Viggo’s a great guy, you’ll love him. No reason to be nervous, really.”
Orlando smiled a bit and took a sip of the champagne Liv had given him. “I just, I feel a bit like on a first date, yeah? Just without really knowing what’s going to happen.”
“Well, I can promise you one thing,” Liv said smiling. “Whatever’s going to happen, if you don’t like something, just say so. No one at Dark Communion is going to force anyone into doing something they don’t like. They’ll push your boundaries, take you right up to your limits, but no one’s going to cross a hard limit, okay?”
“What if I don’t know where my limits are?” Orlando asked her, feeling himself growing more anxious at the same time as the excitement at the thought of being lead to something so exhilarating that there had to be a defined limit to it grew.
“You’ll know, sweetheart,” Liv said. “Just have fun for now, relax, and talk with Viggo about it, yeah? No matter how stupid a question or concern may sound, talk with him about it. I gotta go back now, or Cate’s going to be cross with me for leaving her alone at the front.”
Orland nodded and thanked her before looking back over the club. His eyes were drawn to two females dancing together on the dance floor. They were touching each other tenderly, affectionately and sexually, but their eyes weren’t on each other's, they were both watching someone sitting on one of the couches. He followed their eye line and found a man sitting there, watching them right back. They were clearly putting on a show for him, either to entice him to join them or because he had told them to.
“All right, mate?” a familiar voice said from behind him, making him spin round.
“Hi. Sean, right?” Orlando said, taking the hand the other Brit was holding out to him.
“Yeah, it’s good to see you back. You were looking for Viggo?”
Orlando floundered for an answer for a moment. “Um, well I just came here. I mean if he’s here then I’ll come and say hello to him, or you know... something.”
Sean smiled at him. “Jesus Christ, you’re as cute as they both said you were.”
“Excuse me?” Orlando asked, only for Sean to start walking off, nodding towards the bar for Orlando to follow him.
The club was already fuller than the first time Orlando’d been there, and everyone he passed was dressed in white. Despite it being winter on the calendar, people were tanned, though on most it probably was fake, but the contrast of white against dark skin made the various sorts of revealing outfits look all the more appealing. Pale white light bulbs roamed over the dance floor, only every so often being replaced by shades of other light colours, like pink and orange, turning the white dressed crowd into a mass of those shades for just a moment before flooding them back in soft white.
Orlando couldn’t help but notice appraising eyes on himself as he followed Sean towards the bar, but no one intercepted him. For a moment he wondered if everyone here knew that he was looking just for one person, but then discarded the thought right away. He didn’t think Viggo would announce him off limits to anyone, least of all because the club’s owner didn’t have the slightest claim on him… yet.
Arriving at the bar, Sean pulled out a stool for Orlando, indicating for him to sit down as he waved Miranda close.
“Look who I found,” he said to her, and Orlando had the uneasy feeling he was on display.
Miranda smiled at him and leaned on the bar. “Cherry martini, right?”
Orlando smiled back and nodded. “Thanks.”
“Viggo should be here soon,” she said excitedly, making Orlando wonder just exactly what he had told his friends. They were acting like Viggo never dated.
When Sean left him to go and help out behind the bar Orlando felt guilty for the feeling of relief he felt. He was sure they were both nice people but he already felt nervous enough without them adding to it.
He hadn’t been sitting there long, sipping his drink, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at Viggo who was smiling down at him. “Hi. I’m glad you came.”
Orlando suddenly wasn’t so sure that he was as glad. Sean and Miranda had practically treated him like this was an arranged marriage or something.
“Hey,” he said in return.
“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” Viggo said, sitting down on a bar stool next to him. “There was a phone call that couldn’t wait.”
“Just got here, really,” Orlando answered with a smile, feeling much better now that he wasn’t alone anymore. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t feeling quite comfortable at the club alone. It wasn’t the prospect of sex really, or of the certain kinds of sex one could expect in this place. No, that was what had made him come here the first and the second time, what excited and thrilled him thinking about it. But somewhere in the back of his mind where annoying little voices lived, the nagging of ‘you don’t know anything about this’ wouldn’t let up, and Orlando was too aware of how spot on that was.
“Have you had a look around yet?” Viggo asked him, motioning for Miranda to bring him something to drink.
“A bit, yeah,” Orlando answered. “It looks really different all in white.”
Viggo chuckled. “It does,” he agreed, not taking his eyes of Orlando. “It suits you very well, too.”
Orlando blushed at the compliment, delivered in a husky voice that seemed very inappropriate in a normal conversation.
“Thanks. So do you.” It was true. Viggo was dressed similar to himself, with white soft-looking leather pants and a simple white shirt, the top buttons open. It didn’t come close to the revealing outfits of most members in the club, but then Orlando guessed that as the owner, Viggo maybe had to maintain some sort of authority, which didn’t make for lots of revealed skin. Or perhaps he just didn’t want to shock Orlando.
Viggo took the glass Miranda handed him and smiled in thanks.
“How many of those did you have?” he asked Orlando, gesturing to the martini, sitting half-full on the bar in front of Orlando.
“This is my first, why?”
“If you still want me to teach you, I want you to be fully aware of everything,” Viggo purred, leaning forwards until his mouth was close to Orlando’s ear. “I want every reaction to my touch, my orders, to be yours, just yours, neither clouded, nor enhanced by alcohol.”
Orlando swallowed thickly and found his eyes drifting down to Viggo’s hands. They were long and seemed strong, an artist’s hands. Viggo’s words made him think of those hands on his body. “Okay,” was all he could muster up.
Viggo smiled at him, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable he was feeling. Orlando knew his cheeks were most probably flushed and he quickly drew his eyes away from the older man to look out over the night club. He wasn’t sure how this was going to happen, he didn’t know if he would end up back at Viggo’s, or his, or if they were going to do something right here at the club. He had yet to see the private rooms but he had been told what happened in them.
Viggo took his glass - one of Miranda’s fantastic non-alcoholic long drinks, he wasn’t going to get intoxicated either - and put his other hand on the small of Orlando’s back as he stood up.
“Come, let’s go some place more comfortable,” he said, smiling encouragingly at Orlando who looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. If anything was to happen tonight, they were going to have to talk before, that much was clear. The young model was almost twitching with nervousness.
Butterflies were dancing some perverted version of the tango in Orlando’s stomach as he followed the club’s owner. Despite what he’d expected though, he wasn’t led up the stairs to the mezzanine where the private rooms were, but to the front of the room, near the stage, where a small area was parted off by thick curtains that could be drawn around the few cozy circle round couches inside if one should wish so. There were five of those round couches, only two of them occupied, and Viggo steered them to the one the farthest away from everything, sinking down in the couch and gesturing for Orlando to sit down as well.
The couches were draped over with white velvet, the same fabric that partitioned off the area from the dance floor, and Orlando thought he remembered them as being dark red on normal days. The curtains around the couch they sat in were half closed, leaving a good view of the dance floor while shading them from the gaze of the other people in the room at the same time.
Viggo watched the gorgeous young man, hoping this would help calm his nerves. It was understandable really, people tended to fear the unknown. Here he was, in this completely new world, asking for something he wasn’t even sure about. Viggo knew the best way to get Orlando to relax was to talk to him about his life, to bring some normalcy into this world they had created inside the club.
“So when’s your next job?” he asked, taking a sip of the fruity drink.
“Next week actually,” Orlando answered, his shoulders still visibly tense. “It’s here though, in Miami, a lot of my work is here, which is why I moved out here in the first place. I have to go to L.A and New York every so often, and sometimes Europe.”
Viggo nodded and scooted a little closer. “So you moved out here on your own? You’re still pretty young, how old were you when you moved here?”
Orland licked his lower lip and glanced away, thinking about the man he had come here with. “I was twenty, and I wasn’t alone, I had a boyfriend,” he told him. “My first boyfriend actually, we were together a year and he came out here with me.”
“Why didn’t it work out?” Viggo asked before shaking his head quickly. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”
Orlando smiled at him and for the first time Viggo could see the younger man begin to relax. “Nah, it’s okay. He didn’t really do monogamy, which might have been okay if he’d actually told me that, rather then let me find out again and again.”
Viggo smiled at that. It was rare to hear a young gay man talk about monogamy; most of the pretty boys out here wanted to play the field. Even a lot the older men, guys in their forties like Viggo and Sean, felt they were missing out on something if they stayed with one person for too long.
“And there’s been no one since?”
Orlando shook his head. “Nothing serious, I’ve dated a bit but... I don’t know.”
“You find it hard to trust someone not to hurt you again,” Viggo supplied for him, his eyes warm as they locked with Orlando’s.
Orlando smiled at him a little sadly and shrugged. “So how the hell do you end up owning a club like this?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.
Viggo laughed and cocked his head. “Honestly? It’s a sound investment. You open a regular club and you have to stay hotter than all the others, your clientele moves from one to the other. But a club like this, one that caters to a very specific taste; we have a very loyal clientele. I actually came here a couple of times a month with an ex and got talking to the owner, became friends, then when he told us he was moving on, retiring, we looked at the books and decided to buy it.”
Orland raised his eyebrows at that. “So you own this place with your ex?”
“No, not anymore,” Viggo told him. “When we broke up he moved to San Francisco with his new boyfriend and I bought him out. So today, this is all mine.”
“It must be a good business,” Orlando commented, letting his eyes sweep back to the dance floor for a moment. “Looks like you’re doing very well.”
Viggo smiled and shifted closer to Orlando, drawing the young man’s eyes back to him with the dipping of the couch.
“I have been fortunate,” he said without going into details. Dark Communion had been doing well back when he’d brought it, but it had taken some time for the investment to pay out. That was business talk though, and the alluring young man next to him made it hard to concentrate on business. It wasn’t what they were here for anyway.
“Why did you come here tonight, Orlando?” he asked evenly, keeping his eyes locked with Orlando’s, wanting to know every reaction.
Orlando swallowed once and raised the glass he was still holding in his hand to his lips, downing the last few sips.
“You invited me,” he said at last, putting the empty glass on the table in the middle of the couch.
Viggo smiled and shook his head almost imperceptible. “No,” he said. “You need to be absolutely open with me. This here,” he gestured to the club, “isn’t about sex in the first place. What you said you wanted last time is about trust, about giving yourself over to someone else. And I can’t be who you need to trust if you’re not completely honest with me.”
Orlando’s eyes widened as he listened to the soft, tempting voice. He had relaxed while they made small talk, but now the tense anticipation crept back into his body.
“I…” he started, breaking off to moisten his suddenly dry lips with his tongue. “I came because I want to know how… how it feels,” he managed to say, hoping it was enough.
He couldn’t really describe the feeling, the need he felt, that had driven him into the club the first time and had had him return without even thinking twice of it. Vague visions of Viggo had filled his nights during the days of the last weeks, leaving him hard and aching until he’d taken himself in hand and brought himself to a hurried climax. Orlando hadn’t wanked that much since he’d been a teenager, and that was still without knowing what exactly awaited him. He just knew he wanted to find out, needed to.
Viggo’s mouth curled into a small, satisfied smile. “That wasn’t too hard, was it?” he asked, taking Orlando’s hand into his and pulling the young man close, until he almost was sitting on Viggo’s lap.
Orlando’s tongue snaked out to lick his lower lip and before it could retreat back into his mouth Viggo swooped in and covered the younger man’s lips with his own, sucking on the tongue lightly and feeling, rather than hearing, his moan. Orlando instantly felt the tension in his body drain away as Viggo kissed him, his mouth soft and his movement slow.
When Viggo pulled back from the kiss he smirked, loving the way Orlando’s already dark eyes were glazed over like thick tar. He rested his hand atop the young man’s thigh and slowly slid it up over the soft leather until he cupped the erection that was hidden there. His smirk deepened and his flexed his fingers, making Orlando gasp and his hand shot down to grab Viggo’s wrist.
“I um... I don’t think I can do this here,” he confessed quietly, thinking he sounded like a scared little boy and thinking that Viggo probably thought the same.
The older man however just smiled at him reassuringly. “Then let’s go.”
“What, now?” Orlando asked as he watched Viggo stand up. He had only been there half an hour. “Don’t you need to stay?”
Viggo held out his hand for Orlando to take and he pulled the younger man up. “That’s what I have a manager for.”
Orlando grinned and began following Viggo out of the secluded section, making their way out of the club.
“Go get your coat. I’m going to tell Sean we’re leaving.”
Orlando nodded and was relieved when he found himself in the entrance area, where the music wasn’t as loud and the air was a little fresher. He got his coat and decided to go and wait for Viggo outside, thinking that maybe he needed some cool air to help calm him down. He couldn’t believe how excited he felt. It wasn’t like he’d never been kissed before, or gotten his dick squeezed, but it was the anticipation of what might happen tonight, of all the things he’s been thinking of as he jerked himself off at nights.
The cool night air hit his face and it felt like it was burning. He took several deep breathes and closed his eyes, grateful that they were close to the ocean as it always made him think of home, and that always helped relax him.
When the door behind him opened, he turned sharply and smiled over at Viggo who came over to him, rubbing his arms. “It’s cold out.”
Orlando just smiled. “Reminds me of home. Look, I just want to say that... well... I don’t really know what’s gonna happen tonight, but...”
Viggo cut him off with a slow and gentle kiss. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to. We’ll take it fairly easy tonight, okay?”
Orlando nodded and smiled, liking how Viggo’s arm felt around his back as he was guided towards the parking area. There was no real need for Viggo to lead him like that, but the contact was nice, the sort of chivalric gesture that most people just didn’t bother with anymore nowadays.
The dark Lexus was parked in the same place as a week ago, in a small private parking space at the back of the club. The car almost vanished in the deep shadows, then the lights flashed up twice as Viggo pressed the automatic locking remote just before they’d reached it. Instead of letting go of him to round the car and slide into the driver’s seat as Orlando had expected though, Viggo stopped upon reaching the car and gently turned Orlando around.
The sort of faint orange-pink light that always permeated the night sky of any bigger city illuminated Viggo’s face enough for Orlando to see the club owner study him intensely, his eyes dark pools despite their natural lighter color boring into Orlando’s. He shivered, knowing it wasn’t due to the cool breeze drifting up from the Atlantic.
“Nervous?” Viggo asked him quietly.
Orlando was about to deny it, but remembered the man’s words from earlier just in time to stop himself. He swallowed thickly, and nodded.
“Yeah. A bit. Not like I’m afraid of you or of what’s gonna happen, but… I dunno.” He shrugged slightly.
“It’s okay, Orlando,” Viggo said, smiling. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t.” Taking Orlando’s hand in his, Viggo stepped closer, closing the last distance between them, until his face hovered in front of Orlando’s.
“Last chance to beg off,” Viggo said, his words a caress of warm air across Orlando’s lips. “Think about it carefully. I will give you everything you desire, Orlando, but the second you get into my car, you will be mine for tonight. Is that what you want?”
Another tremor ran down Orlando’s back at the husky tone of Viggo’s voice. Still, the questions were meant seriously; there was no doubt about that, not with the way the club owner still looked at him, inquisitive and promising at once. His half-hard cock strained against the confines of the white leather trousers he was wearing, an undeviating reminder of why he was here in the first place.
“Yes,” he answered as firm as he could manage when every fiber of his being yearned to press closer to the other man. For some reason though, Orlando was sure that doing just that, sweeping in, was the last thing he should do.
Viggo smiled warmly at him, reaching up with his free hand to palm Orlando’s cheek, letting his thumb trace Orlando’s lips. The gentle touch tingled pleasantly, and Orlando shivered once more.
“So innocent,” Viggo murmured softly, “and so willing to be corrupted. You’re already trembling when we haven’t even started.”
It didn’t feel like that to Orlando. Every word spoken, each little teasing touch… they had started long ago, back in the club, maybe even one week ago. It all mounted up to this moment, and the peak was still so far out of reach that he barely was able to gaze up to it, hidden by the misty veil of the unknown. He didn’t know what the crest was going to be, but he wanted it. Wanted everything Viggo was willing to give him, needed him to lead him towards it, help him finding it.
“Yes,” he said once more, leaning his face into the caress. “Viggo…”
“Soon,” Viggo promised gently, drawing back. His hand left Orlando’s face, and Orlando blinked his eyes shut briefly. The younger man’s body was clearly tight with tension, but Viggo was sure now that it was from anticipation, not apprehension. There was no trace of trepidation in his reactions, and the little of nervousness that was there was to be expected.
“There will be only few rules tonight, Orlando,” he said calmly. “And I want you to listen to them carefully, okay?”
Orlando nodded shakily, and Viggo fought the grin from rising to his face.
“When we get into my car, the scene’s started,” Viggo explained carefully. “As you have no experience with this so far, we’re going to do this very simply. If there’s anything you don’t want, really dislike, I need you to tell me. Don’t be afraid to tell me ‘no.’ Can you do that for me, Orlando?”
“Yes,” Orlando answered him, nodding once, and Viggo smiled warmly.
“Good. Apart from that, you will do what I say when I say. You are not to speak, unless I’m asking you a question or tell you to.”
Viggo could see Orlando swallowing thickly, but then he nodded again, looking at Viggo through half-lidded eyes full of glimmering desire. Alone the thought of taking the young model home and devouring him had Viggo’s cock hardening, but he’d had years of learning to control the flames of lust that burned him on the inside. He could wait, knowing in the end it would be all the sweeter for the both of them.
“Get in the car,” he ordered in a soft voice and turned to walk around the car, watching Orlando out of the corner of his eyes. It took the other man a second or so until he moved, but then he did and the door of the passenger’s side of the car fell shut before Viggo had even slid into the driver’s seat.
Lust had curled inside Orlando, and battled with nervousness as Viggo steered the car into Miami’s night traffic. He knew he wanted this, craved it, and already the thought of what awaited him had him aching and his cock pushing hard against the white leather pants he wore. Still, he felt edgy with anxiety, and could not really pinpoint why. He was fairly sure that he wasn’t afraid of Viggo or what would happen once they arrived at the other man’s home, but what was it then? It was one of his deepest fantasies that would be fulfilled tonight…
He still hadn’t come to a conclusion when Viggo turned off the street and into a driveway. Orlando couldn’t see much of the house in the dark of the night, but from the little he could make out, Viggo’s home was more a villa than a house in the middle of a sprawling garden. He briefly wondered if the club made that much money for Viggo to be able to own such a place, but then the car stopped, and Orlando took his eyes off the window and looked over to him.
Viggo smiled encouragingly at him, then opened the driver’s door. Orlando swallowed thickly, and got out of the car as well. He wasn’t some inexperienced virgin, he told himself. There was no reason to be nervous at all!
He followed Viggo inside, and had hardly any time to look around the reception hall before Viggo led him into the adjacent living room. Viggo left him standing in the middle of the room, and Orlando’s eyes followed him as he walked around the room, lighting candles that had been placed so their soft glow illuminated just enough to see everything while giving the room an intimate atmosphere no electric light, however carefully placed and dimmed, could ever achieve.
“You’re still nervous,” Viggo observed quietly after having lit the last candle.
It wasn’t a question, so Orlando kept quiet, the rules Viggo had lain out earlier suddenly in the forefront of his mind. He watched as Viggo smiled at him, nodding once as if to say “well done”, and Orlando realized in startlement that a jolt of pride ran through him at that gesture. He didn’t want to disappoint the other man, but more so, he didn’t want to disappoint himself by breaking the rules.
Viggo stepped closer until he was standing right in front of Orlando, never taking his eyes off him. Orlando held the contact, unable, and unwilling, to look elsewhere.
“You’re so beautiful,” Viggo said, lifting his hand to Orlando’s face and cupping his cheek. “So tempting.”
Orlando breathed open-mouthed, waiting eagerly for Viggo to do something, anything, to take the game further. Instead of leaning in to kiss him, as he had half-expected, the older man smoothed his hand down Orlando’s face, and then moved away to sit down on one of the two cream-colored leather couches. Before Orlando had time to decide if he ought to follow, Viggo spoke.
“Undress.”
A tremor ran down Orlando’s back at the husky word. Do what I say, when I say, Viggo had told him earlier, and as Orlando’s hands went to undo the topmost button of his sheer shirt, the whole extent of that instruction hit him all of a sudden. Unless he stopped the whole ‘scene’ as the older man had called it, everything that was to happen would turn out as Viggo decided. Orlando wasn’t only putting his body into the other man’s hands, it went far beyond that.
The last button undone, the shirt splayed open, revealing smooth, tanned skin that Viggo longed to touch. Not yet, he told himself. They had time, much time. He watched how Orlando’s hands trembled as they went to unfasten the leather pants, fumbling with the button before drawing the zip down. Slipping off his shoes, Orlando then peeled the fabric down his legs with an ease that spoke of his profession. Just the skimpy, see-through shirt remained for a moment, and Viggo almost told the younger man to leave it as it was. He’d already looked like an alluring angel before, but now, almost, but not quite yet naked, Viggo thought him more beautiful than ever. His fingers itched as he imagined taking photographs of Orlando looking like this, with the soft candle light letting his dark skin glimmer and the white cloth caressing his skin in an intimate dance.
At that moment Orlando shrugged the shirt off, letting it flow to the floor, and the spell was broken. Orlando looked at him expectantly, and Viggo marveled at the mixture of emotions he could see in his eyes. Unlike many first timers, Orlando didn’t avert his gaze from Viggo’s, and even though he was still obviously tense, his eyes held a mixture of expectation and desire.
Orlando wasn’t sure how long he stood like that, waiting for Viggo to do more than just rake his eyes over his naked body. It made him feel just a little self-conscious, despite being used to people looking at his body day in and day out, and discussing it over his head as if he weren’t standing in the same room as they. Maybe it was the lack of words, the absence of bustling around him, which made Orlando so much more aware of the way Viggo was staring at him.
That, and the fact that Orlando’s belly ached with anticipation and his cock was throbbing and hard, despite hardly having been touched at all and certainly not by the man sitting a couple of feet away on a modern cream leather couch.
Do something, Orlando thought desperately, trying to hang onto the rules that kept replaying like a broken record through his head. Fucking do something. Kiss me, fuck me, take me.
Viggo’s gaze wandered over Orlando’s body as if it were his fingers making the trip, slowly following the play of shadow and gleaming sweaty skin down over his chest, caressing tight nipples that begged for attention, over his toned abdomen to his hips, caressing the slight curve of his waist, and then finding the nest of dark curls surrounding Orlando’s erection. He was unsurprisingly hard, the nicely sized cock jutting up, and from the way Orlando’s hands were balled into fists against his thighs, Viggo was sure he was fighting the urge to reach for it, relieve the pressure.
He found himself smirking, not unkindly, at the ticking time bomb in the middle of his living room. This was Orlando’s first trip into this world and the anticipation alone seemed to be enough to have him achingly hard. Viggo didn’t want to rush this, though Orlando was surely no virgin, this experience would either confirm or deny the feelings that he had about this world he’d chosen to explore, and Viggo wanted to make it good, no, he wanted to make it great. He wanted to tease the younger man, build up the lust inside his belly so achingly slow that when he finally allowed release he’d be on the verge of tears.
Just thinking about it made Viggo’s cock swell in his pants and he decided to take the edge off for Orlando. Viggo was older, more experienced in this life style, his itch didn’t need scratching, not yet; he had learned to control it more over the years.
The boy, for that was what he was at just twenty-three, stood there practically vibrating and Viggo found himself with far too many tempting possibilities of ways in which to make him come, the first time. Slowly he rose from his seat and strode toward Orlando, whose eyes were full blown with desire and anxiety.
Viggo came to stand right in front of him, their eyes locking. He could practically hear Orlando’s thoughts, desperate pleas to touch him already. Leaning in slowly, Viggo placed his lips softly against Orlando’s neck and delighted in the shiver he felt there. He began kissing the jumping pulse point, letting the warmth of his mouth work its way lower until he heard a gasp.
Orlando closed his eyes and tilted his head, giving Viggo more access to his throat, baring it like a sacrifice to a vampire. He wanted to beg, to plead with Viggo to do more, but he knew that breaking the rule would probably result in Viggo making him wait even longer. Finally Viggo’s hand slid over his chest, fingers just brushing over taut nipples. He heard himself whimper and bit his lower lip as Viggo pinched his left nipple just hard enough to send a desperate message to his cock.
Orlando’s skin was hotter than the warm night air and unbelievable soft, and Viggo trailed his fingers over the sweat-moist surface downwards. There were no sounds in the room but Orlando’s audible breathing, hitching every once in a while when Viggo found a sensitive spot. He was teasing, working Orlando from turned on to almost there in such a short time that it surprised even him. The novelty of the situation surely enhanced the sensations Orlando was feeling, but it couldn’t have been just that.
Dragging a single finger over Orlando’s hipbone, Viggo stepped back, looking up and into Orlando’s eyes again, watching them flutter open slowly. Orlando’s mouth opened with a silent protest, and Viggo said, “Very good.”
Orlando sank, mind gone hazy, not jumbled but concentrated, all senses turned inwards. He heard his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, and there were still tingles right under his skin where Viggo had touched him, prickling and crackling away without fading. There was compassion in Viggo’s eyes when the other man looked at him and understanding, and the tingling had eaten away the last nervousness.
“Touch yourself,” Viggo said in a low voice, so tenderly it was more a request than an order.
Orlando shivered under Viggo’s stare, but he needed relief, relished the sweet tingling as his hand brushed against his leg as he brought it up to cup his cock. Viggo’s eyes flickered down from his face, and Orlando groaned involuntary, wrapping his fingers firmly around his aching flesh. Viggo hadn’t told him to come, but as he squeezed himself, Orlando didn’t think he could hold out for long.
He caught Viggo licking over his lips, and couldn’t suppress the moan that welled up somewhere deep inside as he imagined those lips closing around his cock, taking him in deep. Orlando’s eyes slid shut, hand stroking faster now, and his legs trembled.
Then Viggo was behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist, fingers splayed on his belly, and Orlando leaned into the embrace, felt the coolness of smooth leather against his arse and the silky texture of Viggo’s shirt shifting against his back.
“Don’t hold back,” Viggo murmured, his lips moving close to Orlando’s ear, moist breath caressing the side of his neck. “Let me hear you.”
Viggo’s hand joined his, fingers intertwining with Orlando’s, squeezing and stroking, then letting go to cup Orlando’s balls, and Orlando couldn’t have spoken had he wanted to. He moaned and gasped and panted loudly, pleasure tightly curled in his groin, expanding and whirling with every pull. Viggo’s lips trailed over his neck, finally latching ontothe skin over his pulse point, sucking and licking, and Orlando shattered into a million pieces.
Come spilled over his fingers, and Viggo’s weaved with his again, stroking and squeezing him through waves of pleasure that left him boneless. He slumped back, held upright only by Viggo’s arm around him, shaking like mad.
Viggo tenderly stroked Orlando’s sweat damp hair away from his face and placed soft kisses on his lips. Orlando’s eyes fluttered open and he gave Viggo an almost shy smile. He hadn’t been told he could talk yet so he panted softly in Viggo’s arms and waited for him to tell him what to do.
Straightening up slowly, Viggo held out his hand and pulled Orlando up, walking them backwards to the couch. Viggo sat down and opened his legs, pulling Orlando down gently to kneel between them.
He held Orlando’s chocolaty gaze and smiled as he unbuttoned his pants, watching as Orlando’s eyes fell from his face and down to his crotch.
“Orlando,” Viggo said his name in a commanding yet low voice. Orlando’s eyes instantly lifted to the other man’s, waiting to be told what to do. Viggo pulled a small sachet of lube out of his pants pocket and tore it open. “I want you to take this, spread it out over your fingers, and push them, one by one, inside your ass.”
Orlando clamped his lips together to stifle the moan that arose in him at the order, and swallowed thickly, warmth pooling in his groin at the husky words, his spent cock reawakening much sooner than he was used to. He’s just come barely a minute ago! He still felt a bit like he was floating as he lifted his hand to take the sachet from Viggo, endorphins from his orgasm still rushing through his veins. The lube was warm on his fingers, and he quickly coated them with the slick gel, and then brought his hand behind him. Bracing himself on the couch with his other hand, he shifted his knees and spread his legs a bit more.
As much as he craved the feeling of Viggo’s fingers on his skin, of Viggo’s body pressing against him, into him, he wanted this. Kneeling in front of this almost stranger, surrendering himself to the moment, Orlando brought the lube slick hand behind himself, trailing two fingers through the crease of his arse until he reached his hole.
Viggo curled his own hand around his rock hard erection, taking hold of the base, squeezing himself so as not too come just from simply watching Orlando. He couldn’t see Orlando’s fingers disappearing into him from where he was sitting on the couch, but he saw the exact moment in Orlando’s eyes, which widened suddenly, then closed halfway as Orlando gasped softly.
“That’s it,” Viggo murmured. “You’re so hot like this, kneeling and finger-fucking yourself, getting yourself ready so I can just sink into you hard.”
Orlando’s mouth opened around a quiet moan, and the young man opened his eyes again, looking up at Viggo. Bringing one of his hands to Orlando’s face, Viggo cupped his jaw, his thumb trailing over the shiny, open lips. He didn’t need to glance down to know that Orlando was once again hard and leaking, it was clearly visible in his eyes and in the faint tremors that ran over his body as Viggo’s hand left his face to run down the side of his throat, mapping the contours of his shoulder bone before making for his nipple.
Viggo didn’t yet know where Orlando’s specific sensitive spots were, but there seemed to be hardly anything now that didn’t elicit a reaction from the man kneeling at his feet. Orlando whined in the back of his throat when Viggo’s fingertips grazed his hard nipple, circling it slowly before cruelly pinching it, making Orlando bite his lip to keep from screaming and unconsciously leaning into Viggo’s hands.
“So pretty,” Viggo told him in a thick, honeyed voice. “How many fingers?”
Orlando swallowed heavily, his thigh muscles twitching, trying to stay in control. “Three,” he whispered in a shaky voice.
“Put in another,” Viggo ordered him, watching the boys face as another finger was pushed it. “Now pump them in and out.”
Orlando groaned and closed his eyes as he withdrew his fingers only to push them back in. His hole felt so stretched around his fingers and the burn of it was only just covered by the pleasure that he felt.
“Faster,” Viggo ordered, his voice breaking for only a second before regaining control once more. “Look at me.”
Orlando heard the orders penetrate like hypnosis and his dark eyes snapped open, fixing on Viggo, as he fucked himself harder and faster, his entire body shaking.
Viggo gripped his cock hard, knowing that as much as he was enjoying Orlando’s show, he would have to sink in that tight heat soon or he would come without ever getting near.
“Good boy,” he said, giving his cock a long stroke before letting go and standing up. He cupped Orlando’s face and made the boy look up at him. Eyes like rich chocolate met his, so full of warmth and trust, something that Viggo rarely saw in a partner anymore. Even the subs in this town were getting cocky and desensitized. Orlando was looking up at him like he trusted Viggo to take care of him, so that’s just what Viggo did.
He pulled Orlando up and held the shaking body in his arms. Kissing the side of his face and neck, he led him over to the arm of the chair. Positioning Orlando in front of the arm, Viggo placed his hand on Orlando’s back and slowly but firmly pushed him down until he was bending over it.
Viggo’s fingers trailed over his back, tracing the line of his spine, before dipping in between his arse cheeks. Orlando mewled as Viggo skimmed over his opening, teasingly grazing a single fingertip over the wrinkled hole a couple of times before, finally, breaching him slowly.
There was no need for Viggo to prepare him anymore, he was as loose as he was ever going to get, and Orlando bit his lip as he struggled not to plead with the other man to finally fuck him. He was leaking onto the expensive leather of the chair, his cock cruelly pressed against it, and Orlando had to fight not to grind himself in between Viggo’s finger and the chair, humping like a horny teenager.
“So desperate, aren’t you?” Viggo’s voice penetrated the haze in his mind. “You’re so open like this, so willing to take me.” He added a second finger, thrusting them into Orlando, and crooking them to brush over Orlando’s prostate, before withdrawing them fully.
Then the weight leaning over Orlando disappeared, and Orlando heard the snapping of a condom. His hands, which were resting on the leather of the chair, fisted desperately in anticipation until he felt the blunt tip of Viggo’s cock pressing against his opening. He closed his eyes and took several breaths, readying himself for what was about to come.
Viggo pushed inside his body slowly, inching his way in until he was so deep that Orlando was afraid to so much as breath too hard. He felt so completely full, like Viggo was inside him in every way he could be.
It took a moment for Viggo to calm down enough to begin moving. He pulled out slowly and then slammed back in, making Orlando gasp harshly and dig his nails into the expensive chair. Viggo kept a relentless pace, fucking Orlando’s hole, reveling in the helpless whimpers that were escaping Orlando’s throat as he was fucked mercilessly.
Viggo was aware of the way his movements pushed Orlando’s cock repeatedly into the soft leather and how it must be a delicious torture for the young man. Future nights of endlessly denied pleasure came to mind, Orlando spread out on Viggo’s bed in the moonlight, tears falling from his eyes in frustration as Viggo came inside his tight little hole again and again, every time denying Orlando the pleasure of coming, filling him up until there was nothing left in Viggo to give.
Viggo groaned at his own fantasy and felt his cock jump inside Orlando, making the boy cry out and try desperately to hold still and not fuck back. Viggo hadn’t told him to keep still, not wanting to put too many demands on him this early on, but it seemed that Orlando had an instinctive grasp of submission that didn’t come to many. Most people needed to be taught, the ability to give themselves and their pleasure fully into the hands of their partner not something that came very easy. Viggo slowed his thrusts, taking firm hold of Orlando’s hips. If Orlando decided he wanted more than one night, it would be a pleasure to teach him the intricacies of submitting.
Orlando’s breath caught in his throat as Viggo stilled his movements almost completely, barely rocking into him, while holding onto him, preventing Orlando from pushing his arse back. He had been able to suppress the urge to fuck himself back onto Viggo’s cock as the older man was slamming into him, but now it flared up like a darting flame, his every thought focused on the acute need to come.
He whimpered as Viggo’s fingernails dug deep into his skin, restraining him, and Viggo leaned the full weight of his body against him, bringing his mouth to Orlando’s ear.
“You’re so good,” the man rasped to him. “I know you can wait a bit longer, Orlando. You’ll make me so proud of you, giving yourself completely, surrendering to me.”
Orlando closed his eyes, the words flowing over him and into him, drowning the sharp need, and then Viggo picked up speed again, his hands coming around Orlando, surrounding him until he was enclosed by the other man, and there was nothing left.
Orlando yielded to him, and Viggo felt the tension draining from the body in his arms. He still quivered, was still so close that it wouldn’t take much longer, and it would be cruel to make him wait any more. Drawing back until only the head of his cock was inside the young man’s arse, Viggo then thrust back inside hard, reveling in sinking deep into the tight heat of Orlando.
“You’re such a good boy. Taking my cock so greedily, squeezing me so tight. You’d let me do whatever I want to you, wouldn’t you? You’re so beautiful like this, desperate to come and trembling with need. I could fuck you like this all night, and you would love it, wouldn’t you, my little slut?”
Orlando grunted, low and guttural, squeezing his eyes shut involuntary. Each time Viggo pounded into him, he felt as if he would break into tiny pieces, each slam driving him a bit closer to the boundaries of himself.
“Come on, baby, let yourself come hard all over my chair,” Viggo told him, encouraging him to do what he so desperately wanted.
It felt like Viggo had told him he could breathe again. Orlando began rubbing himself down on the arm of the chair, the soft leather like warm butter against his dick. Viggo was fucking him with hard, sure strokes, his cock hitting Orlando’s prostate gland over and over until his cock jumped gratefully and spurted its seed over the smooth cream-colored leather.
Viggo had barely been holding on, waiting for Orlando’s pleasure before his own. The hot ass around him squeezed him until the edges of his vision blurred a little, and the model’s body stiffened beneath him before convulsing. The hoarse, inarticulate cries and moans Orlando let out as he came, unable to keep silent under the onslaught of sensation, catapulted Viggo over the edge. He slammed one last time balls-deep into the young man and came hard, grunting as he filled the condom, barely managing not to crush Orlando beneath him.
Drawing in a deep, if unsteady breath, Viggo uncurled his arms from Orlando, straightening up. Orlando slumped over the arm of the leather chair, and Viggo quickly took hold of the condom, withdrawing his sated cock from the younger man’s ass, before extending his hands to Orlando again, carefully pulling him up.
Orlando’s head was still spinning as Viggo led him over to the couch, his knees threatening to give out any moment, if it weren’t for the support of the arm around his waist. He couldn’t remember a time he’d come this hard before, not that he’d been able to draw comparisons at the moment. He slumped down on the couch, and blinked exhaustedly as Viggo gently lifted his legs on it, settling him to fully lie down on it.
“You did wonderfully, Orlando,” Viggo told him, perching himself on the edge of the couch. “Rest here for a while. I’ll go and get something to clean up some, and if you’re feeling up to it then, we’ll talk a bit, okay?”
Orlando nodded his agreement, and watched the older man getting up from the couch, and bending down to snatch his clothes from where they were lying on the floor. Viggo slipped into his pants again, and placed Orlando’s clothes on the other couch, before exiting the living room.
He dozed until Viggo returned with a warm, damp cloth, and the couch dipped slightly as he sat down on it again, and stroked the rag over Orlando’s belly, cleaning the sticky come stains from Orlando’s skin.
Orlando pushed himself up on his elbows.
“You don’t need to do that,” he protested feebly.
Viggo just smiled at him. “How do you feel?”
“Uhh, bloody worn out really,” Orlando said. “That was… wow… amazing.”
Viggo smirked, swiping the cloth over the last sticky patch, then put it aside.
“I can’t remember ever having someone take so easily to it before. You were truly remarkable.”
The words washed over Orlando, and he smiled happily.
“Thanks,” he said, shifting into an upright position and drawing his legs up. He was still naked, but the room was warm enough for him not to feel chilled. “Can we do that again? I mean, not right now, but some time? I know you said the other day you weren’t looking for a relationship, but…” He broke off, biting his lips, cursing himself inwardly for speaking before thinking.
“I’m not looking to fall in love, that’s right,” Viggo said, and the leather of the couch creaked softly as he moved. “I need you to be clear on that, Orlando, then we can talk about continuing this.”
“Just sex, yeah?” Orlando replied, trying to gauge the guarded expression on the other man’s face.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it ‘just sex,’” Viggo said, his mouth twisting in a slight smirk, “but in essence, yes.”
“That’s fine with me.” Orlando yawned widely. “Sorry… I’m just really tired.”
“You’re welcome to stay overnight,” Viggo offered. “But if you’d rather go home, I’ll call you a cab.”
“I’d probably fall asleep on the way, if not earlier even,” Orlando replied, another yawn forcing its way out.
“Let me show you the guest room then, and we can discuss anything else tomorrow over breakfast,” Viggo said, rising from the couch.
Orlando uncurled himself and stood up too, taking his clothes when Viggo handed them to him. “Just don’t wake me too early, yeah?” he said when he followed Viggo into the foyer and then up the large, winding staircase. “I feel like I could sleep for a week.”
“No wake up call before noon then,” Viggo joked, and opened the door to the guest room, stepping back to let Orlando enter. “Don’t think I’ll be up much earlier anyway.”
There was nowhere Orlando had to be the next day, and once he’d said his good night to Viggo and the other man had left him alone, he dumped his clothes and all but fell into the bed, burying his face in the soft pillows. The brush of the sheets against his skin brought back some of the tingles, faint now, but they reminded him of the feeling of Viggo’s fingers on his body, caressing him, then holding him down.
Orlando smiled to himself, and shifted on the bed. He wasn’t so naïve to think that what had happened tonight was the most of what he’d asked for. No, it was a teaser, a brief foretaste of the pleasures to be had at the hands of an experienced Dominant. There’d be so much more, and Orlando couldn’t wait to discover all that Viggo would show him.
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Authors: bwitched83uk & mesnica
Fandom: LotR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Prompt: 29. Submissive
Word Count: 9.500 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, everything from mild to heavy kink, check our prompt table for specifics
Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a boy called Orlando who fell in love with a man named Viggo... maybe that's true, but this here is all lies. No money made, no harm intended, and no twinks hurt more than they deserved during the writing of this fic.
Beta: the wonderful liriel1810 *huggles*
Author's Notes: Written for 50kinkyways.
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: On the night of the White Party, Orlando returns to Dark Communion.
Previous chapter: Part I
Where we left off last time:
Upon visiting the Dark Communion, a well renowned kink club, for the first time in his life, Orlando takes a first step into the world of kink, bdsm and D/s that has since long fascinated him. There, a lucky turn puts him into the hands of the club's owner, Viggo, who’s instantly drawn to the young model.
Part II
Orlando looked great in white. His agent had said so, as had stylists and photographers. It went well with his complexion, his sun-tanned skin providing a perfect contrast to pristine white. It was convenient that, as a model, he was allowed to take home some of the clothes he’d worn at shoots. Not everything and not all the time, but it happened often enough for Orlando’s walk-in closet to be overflowing with a lot more clothes than what he actually bought himself.
And there was a lot of white in there. The invitation flyer Viggo had given him just stated that the dress code was white, but from what Orlando had seen at Dark Communion, he doubted that it meant everyone would exchange the revealing, skin-hugging fetish wear for ordinary club wear in white. That ruled out most of the fifteen different white shirts he owned as too ordinary, as well as the seven pairs of white jeans.
Orlando sat on his bed, looking over the remainder of his white clothes with a sigh. The clock on his bedside table ticked away loudly, its shorter arm just having moved over the eight. There was more than enough time yet to decide, but Orlando had been antsy for the past three days, if not longer.
Dragging a hand through his drying hair, Orlando let his eyes rake over the mountain of clothes once more, and then extended his hand for some butter-soft white leather trousers, half buried among some other things.
He stood up, pushed the towel from his hips and squeezed into the tight leather. They fit as if made for him, which they weren’t, and rested low on his hips, as if threatening to fall down any moment. Orlando took a step forward, stretched his body high and sagged again. The leather stayed obediently in place.
He found a short sleeved white silk shirt that was almost wholly sheer and looked in the full length mirror, noticing his nipples show through the fabric. Orlando wasn’t sure what to expect from tonight, and he wasn’t sure he should be doing this again after last week, but he wanted to see Viggo again.
Orlando ran his hands over the shirt; when the lights hit him tonight people would be able to see everything. He really didn’t want to cause any more trouble; not that last week had been his fault.
He wondered if Viggo would like his outfit, but then he really didn’t know much about the man. Orlando didn’t know what he was into. Viggo had mentioned a past relationship that hadn’t worked because the other person wasn’t into kink, but what kinks Viggo enjoyed Orlando guessed he would have to find out.
In the end Orlando decided that less was more so he sprayed on some cologne and left his apartment.
The drive up to the club made Orlando feel the same as he had the first time. The nerves he was experiencing weren’t lessened in any way. The bouncer at the door apparently recognized him and gave him a smile as he took his ticket.
“Have a good night, sir,” he told him, opening the door for him to go on through.
The corridor leading to the foyer of the club seemed less long than it had the week before, and when Orlando opened the door, he blinked, then smiled at all the white greeting him. Sheer, white fabric was attached to the walls, the black leather couches were hidden underneath white covers and the black door curtains exchanged for white ones. It felt a bit like stepping into some music video idea of heaven.
Soft, melodious electronic music drifted in from the club’s main room, and Orlando smiled in greeting at Cate as he went to the coat room, taking off his black coat as he went.
Liv grinned as she saw him and put his coat on one of the hangers before coming out from behind the table cordoning off the coats from the guest and hugging him.
“Hi sweetheart,” she said smiling as she let him go again and looked him over appraisingly. “Wow, you look good enough to eat.”
“So do you,” Orlando answered her, taking in the white latex hugging her curves. It left a lot of her skin on display without making her look cheap. Orlando wasn’t sure if it was because the dress was cut like an ordinary evening gown, or if it was the way the young employee carried herself in it. Maybe it was a bit of both.
“I was told maybe you were coming back this week,” she said as she walked him over to the bar and handed him a glass of champagne.
“By Viggo?” Orlando wondered, taking a sip and letting her lead him out onto the main floor.
Liv laughed at the very notion that Viggo would share something like that with any of them. He was a fairly private man really, played his emotions close to his chest. “No, Miranda and I got talking.”
“Oh, she works behind the bar, yeah?” he asked, his eyes already scanning the club to see if he could find their host.
“Uh huh, she’s like totally insane, but in a way you can’t help but love, you know?” she told him smiling. Both times Orlando had seen Liv she seemed to be happy, cheerful, in fact if she weren’t wearing that outfit and was in a regular club Orlando would have taken her for one of the spoiled socialite kids.
“She said not to get too close to you,” Liv chatted on, “and that you weren’t my type anyway. She’s great at recognizing how people lean, you know?”
Orlando blinked. “Uh.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Liv said, stopping close to the dance floor and turning towards him. “Viggo’s a great guy, you’ll love him. No reason to be nervous, really.”
Orlando smiled a bit and took a sip of the champagne Liv had given him. “I just, I feel a bit like on a first date, yeah? Just without really knowing what’s going to happen.”
“Well, I can promise you one thing,” Liv said smiling. “Whatever’s going to happen, if you don’t like something, just say so. No one at Dark Communion is going to force anyone into doing something they don’t like. They’ll push your boundaries, take you right up to your limits, but no one’s going to cross a hard limit, okay?”
“What if I don’t know where my limits are?” Orlando asked her, feeling himself growing more anxious at the same time as the excitement at the thought of being lead to something so exhilarating that there had to be a defined limit to it grew.
“You’ll know, sweetheart,” Liv said. “Just have fun for now, relax, and talk with Viggo about it, yeah? No matter how stupid a question or concern may sound, talk with him about it. I gotta go back now, or Cate’s going to be cross with me for leaving her alone at the front.”
Orland nodded and thanked her before looking back over the club. His eyes were drawn to two females dancing together on the dance floor. They were touching each other tenderly, affectionately and sexually, but their eyes weren’t on each other's, they were both watching someone sitting on one of the couches. He followed their eye line and found a man sitting there, watching them right back. They were clearly putting on a show for him, either to entice him to join them or because he had told them to.
“All right, mate?” a familiar voice said from behind him, making him spin round.
“Hi. Sean, right?” Orlando said, taking the hand the other Brit was holding out to him.
“Yeah, it’s good to see you back. You were looking for Viggo?”
Orlando floundered for an answer for a moment. “Um, well I just came here. I mean if he’s here then I’ll come and say hello to him, or you know... something.”
Sean smiled at him. “Jesus Christ, you’re as cute as they both said you were.”
“Excuse me?” Orlando asked, only for Sean to start walking off, nodding towards the bar for Orlando to follow him.
The club was already fuller than the first time Orlando’d been there, and everyone he passed was dressed in white. Despite it being winter on the calendar, people were tanned, though on most it probably was fake, but the contrast of white against dark skin made the various sorts of revealing outfits look all the more appealing. Pale white light bulbs roamed over the dance floor, only every so often being replaced by shades of other light colours, like pink and orange, turning the white dressed crowd into a mass of those shades for just a moment before flooding them back in soft white.
Orlando couldn’t help but notice appraising eyes on himself as he followed Sean towards the bar, but no one intercepted him. For a moment he wondered if everyone here knew that he was looking just for one person, but then discarded the thought right away. He didn’t think Viggo would announce him off limits to anyone, least of all because the club’s owner didn’t have the slightest claim on him… yet.
Arriving at the bar, Sean pulled out a stool for Orlando, indicating for him to sit down as he waved Miranda close.
“Look who I found,” he said to her, and Orlando had the uneasy feeling he was on display.
Miranda smiled at him and leaned on the bar. “Cherry martini, right?”
Orlando smiled back and nodded. “Thanks.”
“Viggo should be here soon,” she said excitedly, making Orlando wonder just exactly what he had told his friends. They were acting like Viggo never dated.
When Sean left him to go and help out behind the bar Orlando felt guilty for the feeling of relief he felt. He was sure they were both nice people but he already felt nervous enough without them adding to it.
He hadn’t been sitting there long, sipping his drink, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at Viggo who was smiling down at him. “Hi. I’m glad you came.”
Orlando suddenly wasn’t so sure that he was as glad. Sean and Miranda had practically treated him like this was an arranged marriage or something.
“Hey,” he said in return.
“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” Viggo said, sitting down on a bar stool next to him. “There was a phone call that couldn’t wait.”
“Just got here, really,” Orlando answered with a smile, feeling much better now that he wasn’t alone anymore. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t feeling quite comfortable at the club alone. It wasn’t the prospect of sex really, or of the certain kinds of sex one could expect in this place. No, that was what had made him come here the first and the second time, what excited and thrilled him thinking about it. But somewhere in the back of his mind where annoying little voices lived, the nagging of ‘you don’t know anything about this’ wouldn’t let up, and Orlando was too aware of how spot on that was.
“Have you had a look around yet?” Viggo asked him, motioning for Miranda to bring him something to drink.
“A bit, yeah,” Orlando answered. “It looks really different all in white.”
Viggo chuckled. “It does,” he agreed, not taking his eyes of Orlando. “It suits you very well, too.”
Orlando blushed at the compliment, delivered in a husky voice that seemed very inappropriate in a normal conversation.
“Thanks. So do you.” It was true. Viggo was dressed similar to himself, with white soft-looking leather pants and a simple white shirt, the top buttons open. It didn’t come close to the revealing outfits of most members in the club, but then Orlando guessed that as the owner, Viggo maybe had to maintain some sort of authority, which didn’t make for lots of revealed skin. Or perhaps he just didn’t want to shock Orlando.
Viggo took the glass Miranda handed him and smiled in thanks.
“How many of those did you have?” he asked Orlando, gesturing to the martini, sitting half-full on the bar in front of Orlando.
“This is my first, why?”
“If you still want me to teach you, I want you to be fully aware of everything,” Viggo purred, leaning forwards until his mouth was close to Orlando’s ear. “I want every reaction to my touch, my orders, to be yours, just yours, neither clouded, nor enhanced by alcohol.”
Orlando swallowed thickly and found his eyes drifting down to Viggo’s hands. They were long and seemed strong, an artist’s hands. Viggo’s words made him think of those hands on his body. “Okay,” was all he could muster up.
Viggo smiled at him, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable he was feeling. Orlando knew his cheeks were most probably flushed and he quickly drew his eyes away from the older man to look out over the night club. He wasn’t sure how this was going to happen, he didn’t know if he would end up back at Viggo’s, or his, or if they were going to do something right here at the club. He had yet to see the private rooms but he had been told what happened in them.
Viggo took his glass - one of Miranda’s fantastic non-alcoholic long drinks, he wasn’t going to get intoxicated either - and put his other hand on the small of Orlando’s back as he stood up.
“Come, let’s go some place more comfortable,” he said, smiling encouragingly at Orlando who looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. If anything was to happen tonight, they were going to have to talk before, that much was clear. The young model was almost twitching with nervousness.
Butterflies were dancing some perverted version of the tango in Orlando’s stomach as he followed the club’s owner. Despite what he’d expected though, he wasn’t led up the stairs to the mezzanine where the private rooms were, but to the front of the room, near the stage, where a small area was parted off by thick curtains that could be drawn around the few cozy circle round couches inside if one should wish so. There were five of those round couches, only two of them occupied, and Viggo steered them to the one the farthest away from everything, sinking down in the couch and gesturing for Orlando to sit down as well.
The couches were draped over with white velvet, the same fabric that partitioned off the area from the dance floor, and Orlando thought he remembered them as being dark red on normal days. The curtains around the couch they sat in were half closed, leaving a good view of the dance floor while shading them from the gaze of the other people in the room at the same time.
Viggo watched the gorgeous young man, hoping this would help calm his nerves. It was understandable really, people tended to fear the unknown. Here he was, in this completely new world, asking for something he wasn’t even sure about. Viggo knew the best way to get Orlando to relax was to talk to him about his life, to bring some normalcy into this world they had created inside the club.
“So when’s your next job?” he asked, taking a sip of the fruity drink.
“Next week actually,” Orlando answered, his shoulders still visibly tense. “It’s here though, in Miami, a lot of my work is here, which is why I moved out here in the first place. I have to go to L.A and New York every so often, and sometimes Europe.”
Viggo nodded and scooted a little closer. “So you moved out here on your own? You’re still pretty young, how old were you when you moved here?”
Orland licked his lower lip and glanced away, thinking about the man he had come here with. “I was twenty, and I wasn’t alone, I had a boyfriend,” he told him. “My first boyfriend actually, we were together a year and he came out here with me.”
“Why didn’t it work out?” Viggo asked before shaking his head quickly. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”
Orlando smiled at him and for the first time Viggo could see the younger man begin to relax. “Nah, it’s okay. He didn’t really do monogamy, which might have been okay if he’d actually told me that, rather then let me find out again and again.”
Viggo smiled at that. It was rare to hear a young gay man talk about monogamy; most of the pretty boys out here wanted to play the field. Even a lot the older men, guys in their forties like Viggo and Sean, felt they were missing out on something if they stayed with one person for too long.
“And there’s been no one since?”
Orlando shook his head. “Nothing serious, I’ve dated a bit but... I don’t know.”
“You find it hard to trust someone not to hurt you again,” Viggo supplied for him, his eyes warm as they locked with Orlando’s.
Orlando smiled at him a little sadly and shrugged. “So how the hell do you end up owning a club like this?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.
Viggo laughed and cocked his head. “Honestly? It’s a sound investment. You open a regular club and you have to stay hotter than all the others, your clientele moves from one to the other. But a club like this, one that caters to a very specific taste; we have a very loyal clientele. I actually came here a couple of times a month with an ex and got talking to the owner, became friends, then when he told us he was moving on, retiring, we looked at the books and decided to buy it.”
Orland raised his eyebrows at that. “So you own this place with your ex?”
“No, not anymore,” Viggo told him. “When we broke up he moved to San Francisco with his new boyfriend and I bought him out. So today, this is all mine.”
“It must be a good business,” Orlando commented, letting his eyes sweep back to the dance floor for a moment. “Looks like you’re doing very well.”
Viggo smiled and shifted closer to Orlando, drawing the young man’s eyes back to him with the dipping of the couch.
“I have been fortunate,” he said without going into details. Dark Communion had been doing well back when he’d brought it, but it had taken some time for the investment to pay out. That was business talk though, and the alluring young man next to him made it hard to concentrate on business. It wasn’t what they were here for anyway.
“Why did you come here tonight, Orlando?” he asked evenly, keeping his eyes locked with Orlando’s, wanting to know every reaction.
Orlando swallowed once and raised the glass he was still holding in his hand to his lips, downing the last few sips.
“You invited me,” he said at last, putting the empty glass on the table in the middle of the couch.
Viggo smiled and shook his head almost imperceptible. “No,” he said. “You need to be absolutely open with me. This here,” he gestured to the club, “isn’t about sex in the first place. What you said you wanted last time is about trust, about giving yourself over to someone else. And I can’t be who you need to trust if you’re not completely honest with me.”
Orlando’s eyes widened as he listened to the soft, tempting voice. He had relaxed while they made small talk, but now the tense anticipation crept back into his body.
“I…” he started, breaking off to moisten his suddenly dry lips with his tongue. “I came because I want to know how… how it feels,” he managed to say, hoping it was enough.
He couldn’t really describe the feeling, the need he felt, that had driven him into the club the first time and had had him return without even thinking twice of it. Vague visions of Viggo had filled his nights during the days of the last weeks, leaving him hard and aching until he’d taken himself in hand and brought himself to a hurried climax. Orlando hadn’t wanked that much since he’d been a teenager, and that was still without knowing what exactly awaited him. He just knew he wanted to find out, needed to.
Viggo’s mouth curled into a small, satisfied smile. “That wasn’t too hard, was it?” he asked, taking Orlando’s hand into his and pulling the young man close, until he almost was sitting on Viggo’s lap.
Orlando’s tongue snaked out to lick his lower lip and before it could retreat back into his mouth Viggo swooped in and covered the younger man’s lips with his own, sucking on the tongue lightly and feeling, rather than hearing, his moan. Orlando instantly felt the tension in his body drain away as Viggo kissed him, his mouth soft and his movement slow.
When Viggo pulled back from the kiss he smirked, loving the way Orlando’s already dark eyes were glazed over like thick tar. He rested his hand atop the young man’s thigh and slowly slid it up over the soft leather until he cupped the erection that was hidden there. His smirk deepened and his flexed his fingers, making Orlando gasp and his hand shot down to grab Viggo’s wrist.
“I um... I don’t think I can do this here,” he confessed quietly, thinking he sounded like a scared little boy and thinking that Viggo probably thought the same.
The older man however just smiled at him reassuringly. “Then let’s go.”
“What, now?” Orlando asked as he watched Viggo stand up. He had only been there half an hour. “Don’t you need to stay?”
Viggo held out his hand for Orlando to take and he pulled the younger man up. “That’s what I have a manager for.”
Orlando grinned and began following Viggo out of the secluded section, making their way out of the club.
“Go get your coat. I’m going to tell Sean we’re leaving.”
Orlando nodded and was relieved when he found himself in the entrance area, where the music wasn’t as loud and the air was a little fresher. He got his coat and decided to go and wait for Viggo outside, thinking that maybe he needed some cool air to help calm him down. He couldn’t believe how excited he felt. It wasn’t like he’d never been kissed before, or gotten his dick squeezed, but it was the anticipation of what might happen tonight, of all the things he’s been thinking of as he jerked himself off at nights.
The cool night air hit his face and it felt like it was burning. He took several deep breathes and closed his eyes, grateful that they were close to the ocean as it always made him think of home, and that always helped relax him.
When the door behind him opened, he turned sharply and smiled over at Viggo who came over to him, rubbing his arms. “It’s cold out.”
Orlando just smiled. “Reminds me of home. Look, I just want to say that... well... I don’t really know what’s gonna happen tonight, but...”
Viggo cut him off with a slow and gentle kiss. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to. We’ll take it fairly easy tonight, okay?”
Orlando nodded and smiled, liking how Viggo’s arm felt around his back as he was guided towards the parking area. There was no real need for Viggo to lead him like that, but the contact was nice, the sort of chivalric gesture that most people just didn’t bother with anymore nowadays.
The dark Lexus was parked in the same place as a week ago, in a small private parking space at the back of the club. The car almost vanished in the deep shadows, then the lights flashed up twice as Viggo pressed the automatic locking remote just before they’d reached it. Instead of letting go of him to round the car and slide into the driver’s seat as Orlando had expected though, Viggo stopped upon reaching the car and gently turned Orlando around.
The sort of faint orange-pink light that always permeated the night sky of any bigger city illuminated Viggo’s face enough for Orlando to see the club owner study him intensely, his eyes dark pools despite their natural lighter color boring into Orlando’s. He shivered, knowing it wasn’t due to the cool breeze drifting up from the Atlantic.
“Nervous?” Viggo asked him quietly.
Orlando was about to deny it, but remembered the man’s words from earlier just in time to stop himself. He swallowed thickly, and nodded.
“Yeah. A bit. Not like I’m afraid of you or of what’s gonna happen, but… I dunno.” He shrugged slightly.
“It’s okay, Orlando,” Viggo said, smiling. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t.” Taking Orlando’s hand in his, Viggo stepped closer, closing the last distance between them, until his face hovered in front of Orlando’s.
“Last chance to beg off,” Viggo said, his words a caress of warm air across Orlando’s lips. “Think about it carefully. I will give you everything you desire, Orlando, but the second you get into my car, you will be mine for tonight. Is that what you want?”
Another tremor ran down Orlando’s back at the husky tone of Viggo’s voice. Still, the questions were meant seriously; there was no doubt about that, not with the way the club owner still looked at him, inquisitive and promising at once. His half-hard cock strained against the confines of the white leather trousers he was wearing, an undeviating reminder of why he was here in the first place.
“Yes,” he answered as firm as he could manage when every fiber of his being yearned to press closer to the other man. For some reason though, Orlando was sure that doing just that, sweeping in, was the last thing he should do.
Viggo smiled warmly at him, reaching up with his free hand to palm Orlando’s cheek, letting his thumb trace Orlando’s lips. The gentle touch tingled pleasantly, and Orlando shivered once more.
“So innocent,” Viggo murmured softly, “and so willing to be corrupted. You’re already trembling when we haven’t even started.”
It didn’t feel like that to Orlando. Every word spoken, each little teasing touch… they had started long ago, back in the club, maybe even one week ago. It all mounted up to this moment, and the peak was still so far out of reach that he barely was able to gaze up to it, hidden by the misty veil of the unknown. He didn’t know what the crest was going to be, but he wanted it. Wanted everything Viggo was willing to give him, needed him to lead him towards it, help him finding it.
“Yes,” he said once more, leaning his face into the caress. “Viggo…”
“Soon,” Viggo promised gently, drawing back. His hand left Orlando’s face, and Orlando blinked his eyes shut briefly. The younger man’s body was clearly tight with tension, but Viggo was sure now that it was from anticipation, not apprehension. There was no trace of trepidation in his reactions, and the little of nervousness that was there was to be expected.
“There will be only few rules tonight, Orlando,” he said calmly. “And I want you to listen to them carefully, okay?”
Orlando nodded shakily, and Viggo fought the grin from rising to his face.
“When we get into my car, the scene’s started,” Viggo explained carefully. “As you have no experience with this so far, we’re going to do this very simply. If there’s anything you don’t want, really dislike, I need you to tell me. Don’t be afraid to tell me ‘no.’ Can you do that for me, Orlando?”
“Yes,” Orlando answered him, nodding once, and Viggo smiled warmly.
“Good. Apart from that, you will do what I say when I say. You are not to speak, unless I’m asking you a question or tell you to.”
Viggo could see Orlando swallowing thickly, but then he nodded again, looking at Viggo through half-lidded eyes full of glimmering desire. Alone the thought of taking the young model home and devouring him had Viggo’s cock hardening, but he’d had years of learning to control the flames of lust that burned him on the inside. He could wait, knowing in the end it would be all the sweeter for the both of them.
“Get in the car,” he ordered in a soft voice and turned to walk around the car, watching Orlando out of the corner of his eyes. It took the other man a second or so until he moved, but then he did and the door of the passenger’s side of the car fell shut before Viggo had even slid into the driver’s seat.
Lust had curled inside Orlando, and battled with nervousness as Viggo steered the car into Miami’s night traffic. He knew he wanted this, craved it, and already the thought of what awaited him had him aching and his cock pushing hard against the white leather pants he wore. Still, he felt edgy with anxiety, and could not really pinpoint why. He was fairly sure that he wasn’t afraid of Viggo or what would happen once they arrived at the other man’s home, but what was it then? It was one of his deepest fantasies that would be fulfilled tonight…
He still hadn’t come to a conclusion when Viggo turned off the street and into a driveway. Orlando couldn’t see much of the house in the dark of the night, but from the little he could make out, Viggo’s home was more a villa than a house in the middle of a sprawling garden. He briefly wondered if the club made that much money for Viggo to be able to own such a place, but then the car stopped, and Orlando took his eyes off the window and looked over to him.
Viggo smiled encouragingly at him, then opened the driver’s door. Orlando swallowed thickly, and got out of the car as well. He wasn’t some inexperienced virgin, he told himself. There was no reason to be nervous at all!
He followed Viggo inside, and had hardly any time to look around the reception hall before Viggo led him into the adjacent living room. Viggo left him standing in the middle of the room, and Orlando’s eyes followed him as he walked around the room, lighting candles that had been placed so their soft glow illuminated just enough to see everything while giving the room an intimate atmosphere no electric light, however carefully placed and dimmed, could ever achieve.
“You’re still nervous,” Viggo observed quietly after having lit the last candle.
It wasn’t a question, so Orlando kept quiet, the rules Viggo had lain out earlier suddenly in the forefront of his mind. He watched as Viggo smiled at him, nodding once as if to say “well done”, and Orlando realized in startlement that a jolt of pride ran through him at that gesture. He didn’t want to disappoint the other man, but more so, he didn’t want to disappoint himself by breaking the rules.
Viggo stepped closer until he was standing right in front of Orlando, never taking his eyes off him. Orlando held the contact, unable, and unwilling, to look elsewhere.
“You’re so beautiful,” Viggo said, lifting his hand to Orlando’s face and cupping his cheek. “So tempting.”
Orlando breathed open-mouthed, waiting eagerly for Viggo to do something, anything, to take the game further. Instead of leaning in to kiss him, as he had half-expected, the older man smoothed his hand down Orlando’s face, and then moved away to sit down on one of the two cream-colored leather couches. Before Orlando had time to decide if he ought to follow, Viggo spoke.
“Undress.”
A tremor ran down Orlando’s back at the husky word. Do what I say, when I say, Viggo had told him earlier, and as Orlando’s hands went to undo the topmost button of his sheer shirt, the whole extent of that instruction hit him all of a sudden. Unless he stopped the whole ‘scene’ as the older man had called it, everything that was to happen would turn out as Viggo decided. Orlando wasn’t only putting his body into the other man’s hands, it went far beyond that.
The last button undone, the shirt splayed open, revealing smooth, tanned skin that Viggo longed to touch. Not yet, he told himself. They had time, much time. He watched how Orlando’s hands trembled as they went to unfasten the leather pants, fumbling with the button before drawing the zip down. Slipping off his shoes, Orlando then peeled the fabric down his legs with an ease that spoke of his profession. Just the skimpy, see-through shirt remained for a moment, and Viggo almost told the younger man to leave it as it was. He’d already looked like an alluring angel before, but now, almost, but not quite yet naked, Viggo thought him more beautiful than ever. His fingers itched as he imagined taking photographs of Orlando looking like this, with the soft candle light letting his dark skin glimmer and the white cloth caressing his skin in an intimate dance.
At that moment Orlando shrugged the shirt off, letting it flow to the floor, and the spell was broken. Orlando looked at him expectantly, and Viggo marveled at the mixture of emotions he could see in his eyes. Unlike many first timers, Orlando didn’t avert his gaze from Viggo’s, and even though he was still obviously tense, his eyes held a mixture of expectation and desire.
Orlando wasn’t sure how long he stood like that, waiting for Viggo to do more than just rake his eyes over his naked body. It made him feel just a little self-conscious, despite being used to people looking at his body day in and day out, and discussing it over his head as if he weren’t standing in the same room as they. Maybe it was the lack of words, the absence of bustling around him, which made Orlando so much more aware of the way Viggo was staring at him.
That, and the fact that Orlando’s belly ached with anticipation and his cock was throbbing and hard, despite hardly having been touched at all and certainly not by the man sitting a couple of feet away on a modern cream leather couch.
Do something, Orlando thought desperately, trying to hang onto the rules that kept replaying like a broken record through his head. Fucking do something. Kiss me, fuck me, take me.
Viggo’s gaze wandered over Orlando’s body as if it were his fingers making the trip, slowly following the play of shadow and gleaming sweaty skin down over his chest, caressing tight nipples that begged for attention, over his toned abdomen to his hips, caressing the slight curve of his waist, and then finding the nest of dark curls surrounding Orlando’s erection. He was unsurprisingly hard, the nicely sized cock jutting up, and from the way Orlando’s hands were balled into fists against his thighs, Viggo was sure he was fighting the urge to reach for it, relieve the pressure.
He found himself smirking, not unkindly, at the ticking time bomb in the middle of his living room. This was Orlando’s first trip into this world and the anticipation alone seemed to be enough to have him achingly hard. Viggo didn’t want to rush this, though Orlando was surely no virgin, this experience would either confirm or deny the feelings that he had about this world he’d chosen to explore, and Viggo wanted to make it good, no, he wanted to make it great. He wanted to tease the younger man, build up the lust inside his belly so achingly slow that when he finally allowed release he’d be on the verge of tears.
Just thinking about it made Viggo’s cock swell in his pants and he decided to take the edge off for Orlando. Viggo was older, more experienced in this life style, his itch didn’t need scratching, not yet; he had learned to control it more over the years.
The boy, for that was what he was at just twenty-three, stood there practically vibrating and Viggo found himself with far too many tempting possibilities of ways in which to make him come, the first time. Slowly he rose from his seat and strode toward Orlando, whose eyes were full blown with desire and anxiety.
Viggo came to stand right in front of him, their eyes locking. He could practically hear Orlando’s thoughts, desperate pleas to touch him already. Leaning in slowly, Viggo placed his lips softly against Orlando’s neck and delighted in the shiver he felt there. He began kissing the jumping pulse point, letting the warmth of his mouth work its way lower until he heard a gasp.
Orlando closed his eyes and tilted his head, giving Viggo more access to his throat, baring it like a sacrifice to a vampire. He wanted to beg, to plead with Viggo to do more, but he knew that breaking the rule would probably result in Viggo making him wait even longer. Finally Viggo’s hand slid over his chest, fingers just brushing over taut nipples. He heard himself whimper and bit his lower lip as Viggo pinched his left nipple just hard enough to send a desperate message to his cock.
Orlando’s skin was hotter than the warm night air and unbelievable soft, and Viggo trailed his fingers over the sweat-moist surface downwards. There were no sounds in the room but Orlando’s audible breathing, hitching every once in a while when Viggo found a sensitive spot. He was teasing, working Orlando from turned on to almost there in such a short time that it surprised even him. The novelty of the situation surely enhanced the sensations Orlando was feeling, but it couldn’t have been just that.
Dragging a single finger over Orlando’s hipbone, Viggo stepped back, looking up and into Orlando’s eyes again, watching them flutter open slowly. Orlando’s mouth opened with a silent protest, and Viggo said, “Very good.”
Orlando sank, mind gone hazy, not jumbled but concentrated, all senses turned inwards. He heard his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, and there were still tingles right under his skin where Viggo had touched him, prickling and crackling away without fading. There was compassion in Viggo’s eyes when the other man looked at him and understanding, and the tingling had eaten away the last nervousness.
“Touch yourself,” Viggo said in a low voice, so tenderly it was more a request than an order.
Orlando shivered under Viggo’s stare, but he needed relief, relished the sweet tingling as his hand brushed against his leg as he brought it up to cup his cock. Viggo’s eyes flickered down from his face, and Orlando groaned involuntary, wrapping his fingers firmly around his aching flesh. Viggo hadn’t told him to come, but as he squeezed himself, Orlando didn’t think he could hold out for long.
He caught Viggo licking over his lips, and couldn’t suppress the moan that welled up somewhere deep inside as he imagined those lips closing around his cock, taking him in deep. Orlando’s eyes slid shut, hand stroking faster now, and his legs trembled.
Then Viggo was behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist, fingers splayed on his belly, and Orlando leaned into the embrace, felt the coolness of smooth leather against his arse and the silky texture of Viggo’s shirt shifting against his back.
“Don’t hold back,” Viggo murmured, his lips moving close to Orlando’s ear, moist breath caressing the side of his neck. “Let me hear you.”
Viggo’s hand joined his, fingers intertwining with Orlando’s, squeezing and stroking, then letting go to cup Orlando’s balls, and Orlando couldn’t have spoken had he wanted to. He moaned and gasped and panted loudly, pleasure tightly curled in his groin, expanding and whirling with every pull. Viggo’s lips trailed over his neck, finally latching ontothe skin over his pulse point, sucking and licking, and Orlando shattered into a million pieces.
Come spilled over his fingers, and Viggo’s weaved with his again, stroking and squeezing him through waves of pleasure that left him boneless. He slumped back, held upright only by Viggo’s arm around him, shaking like mad.
Viggo tenderly stroked Orlando’s sweat damp hair away from his face and placed soft kisses on his lips. Orlando’s eyes fluttered open and he gave Viggo an almost shy smile. He hadn’t been told he could talk yet so he panted softly in Viggo’s arms and waited for him to tell him what to do.
Straightening up slowly, Viggo held out his hand and pulled Orlando up, walking them backwards to the couch. Viggo sat down and opened his legs, pulling Orlando down gently to kneel between them.
He held Orlando’s chocolaty gaze and smiled as he unbuttoned his pants, watching as Orlando’s eyes fell from his face and down to his crotch.
“Orlando,” Viggo said his name in a commanding yet low voice. Orlando’s eyes instantly lifted to the other man’s, waiting to be told what to do. Viggo pulled a small sachet of lube out of his pants pocket and tore it open. “I want you to take this, spread it out over your fingers, and push them, one by one, inside your ass.”
Orlando clamped his lips together to stifle the moan that arose in him at the order, and swallowed thickly, warmth pooling in his groin at the husky words, his spent cock reawakening much sooner than he was used to. He’s just come barely a minute ago! He still felt a bit like he was floating as he lifted his hand to take the sachet from Viggo, endorphins from his orgasm still rushing through his veins. The lube was warm on his fingers, and he quickly coated them with the slick gel, and then brought his hand behind him. Bracing himself on the couch with his other hand, he shifted his knees and spread his legs a bit more.
As much as he craved the feeling of Viggo’s fingers on his skin, of Viggo’s body pressing against him, into him, he wanted this. Kneeling in front of this almost stranger, surrendering himself to the moment, Orlando brought the lube slick hand behind himself, trailing two fingers through the crease of his arse until he reached his hole.
Viggo curled his own hand around his rock hard erection, taking hold of the base, squeezing himself so as not too come just from simply watching Orlando. He couldn’t see Orlando’s fingers disappearing into him from where he was sitting on the couch, but he saw the exact moment in Orlando’s eyes, which widened suddenly, then closed halfway as Orlando gasped softly.
“That’s it,” Viggo murmured. “You’re so hot like this, kneeling and finger-fucking yourself, getting yourself ready so I can just sink into you hard.”
Orlando’s mouth opened around a quiet moan, and the young man opened his eyes again, looking up at Viggo. Bringing one of his hands to Orlando’s face, Viggo cupped his jaw, his thumb trailing over the shiny, open lips. He didn’t need to glance down to know that Orlando was once again hard and leaking, it was clearly visible in his eyes and in the faint tremors that ran over his body as Viggo’s hand left his face to run down the side of his throat, mapping the contours of his shoulder bone before making for his nipple.
Viggo didn’t yet know where Orlando’s specific sensitive spots were, but there seemed to be hardly anything now that didn’t elicit a reaction from the man kneeling at his feet. Orlando whined in the back of his throat when Viggo’s fingertips grazed his hard nipple, circling it slowly before cruelly pinching it, making Orlando bite his lip to keep from screaming and unconsciously leaning into Viggo’s hands.
“So pretty,” Viggo told him in a thick, honeyed voice. “How many fingers?”
Orlando swallowed heavily, his thigh muscles twitching, trying to stay in control. “Three,” he whispered in a shaky voice.
“Put in another,” Viggo ordered him, watching the boys face as another finger was pushed it. “Now pump them in and out.”
Orlando groaned and closed his eyes as he withdrew his fingers only to push them back in. His hole felt so stretched around his fingers and the burn of it was only just covered by the pleasure that he felt.
“Faster,” Viggo ordered, his voice breaking for only a second before regaining control once more. “Look at me.”
Orlando heard the orders penetrate like hypnosis and his dark eyes snapped open, fixing on Viggo, as he fucked himself harder and faster, his entire body shaking.
Viggo gripped his cock hard, knowing that as much as he was enjoying Orlando’s show, he would have to sink in that tight heat soon or he would come without ever getting near.
“Good boy,” he said, giving his cock a long stroke before letting go and standing up. He cupped Orlando’s face and made the boy look up at him. Eyes like rich chocolate met his, so full of warmth and trust, something that Viggo rarely saw in a partner anymore. Even the subs in this town were getting cocky and desensitized. Orlando was looking up at him like he trusted Viggo to take care of him, so that’s just what Viggo did.
He pulled Orlando up and held the shaking body in his arms. Kissing the side of his face and neck, he led him over to the arm of the chair. Positioning Orlando in front of the arm, Viggo placed his hand on Orlando’s back and slowly but firmly pushed him down until he was bending over it.
Viggo’s fingers trailed over his back, tracing the line of his spine, before dipping in between his arse cheeks. Orlando mewled as Viggo skimmed over his opening, teasingly grazing a single fingertip over the wrinkled hole a couple of times before, finally, breaching him slowly.
There was no need for Viggo to prepare him anymore, he was as loose as he was ever going to get, and Orlando bit his lip as he struggled not to plead with the other man to finally fuck him. He was leaking onto the expensive leather of the chair, his cock cruelly pressed against it, and Orlando had to fight not to grind himself in between Viggo’s finger and the chair, humping like a horny teenager.
“So desperate, aren’t you?” Viggo’s voice penetrated the haze in his mind. “You’re so open like this, so willing to take me.” He added a second finger, thrusting them into Orlando, and crooking them to brush over Orlando’s prostate, before withdrawing them fully.
Then the weight leaning over Orlando disappeared, and Orlando heard the snapping of a condom. His hands, which were resting on the leather of the chair, fisted desperately in anticipation until he felt the blunt tip of Viggo’s cock pressing against his opening. He closed his eyes and took several breaths, readying himself for what was about to come.
Viggo pushed inside his body slowly, inching his way in until he was so deep that Orlando was afraid to so much as breath too hard. He felt so completely full, like Viggo was inside him in every way he could be.
It took a moment for Viggo to calm down enough to begin moving. He pulled out slowly and then slammed back in, making Orlando gasp harshly and dig his nails into the expensive chair. Viggo kept a relentless pace, fucking Orlando’s hole, reveling in the helpless whimpers that were escaping Orlando’s throat as he was fucked mercilessly.
Viggo was aware of the way his movements pushed Orlando’s cock repeatedly into the soft leather and how it must be a delicious torture for the young man. Future nights of endlessly denied pleasure came to mind, Orlando spread out on Viggo’s bed in the moonlight, tears falling from his eyes in frustration as Viggo came inside his tight little hole again and again, every time denying Orlando the pleasure of coming, filling him up until there was nothing left in Viggo to give.
Viggo groaned at his own fantasy and felt his cock jump inside Orlando, making the boy cry out and try desperately to hold still and not fuck back. Viggo hadn’t told him to keep still, not wanting to put too many demands on him this early on, but it seemed that Orlando had an instinctive grasp of submission that didn’t come to many. Most people needed to be taught, the ability to give themselves and their pleasure fully into the hands of their partner not something that came very easy. Viggo slowed his thrusts, taking firm hold of Orlando’s hips. If Orlando decided he wanted more than one night, it would be a pleasure to teach him the intricacies of submitting.
Orlando’s breath caught in his throat as Viggo stilled his movements almost completely, barely rocking into him, while holding onto him, preventing Orlando from pushing his arse back. He had been able to suppress the urge to fuck himself back onto Viggo’s cock as the older man was slamming into him, but now it flared up like a darting flame, his every thought focused on the acute need to come.
He whimpered as Viggo’s fingernails dug deep into his skin, restraining him, and Viggo leaned the full weight of his body against him, bringing his mouth to Orlando’s ear.
“You’re so good,” the man rasped to him. “I know you can wait a bit longer, Orlando. You’ll make me so proud of you, giving yourself completely, surrendering to me.”
Orlando closed his eyes, the words flowing over him and into him, drowning the sharp need, and then Viggo picked up speed again, his hands coming around Orlando, surrounding him until he was enclosed by the other man, and there was nothing left.
Orlando yielded to him, and Viggo felt the tension draining from the body in his arms. He still quivered, was still so close that it wouldn’t take much longer, and it would be cruel to make him wait any more. Drawing back until only the head of his cock was inside the young man’s arse, Viggo then thrust back inside hard, reveling in sinking deep into the tight heat of Orlando.
“You’re such a good boy. Taking my cock so greedily, squeezing me so tight. You’d let me do whatever I want to you, wouldn’t you? You’re so beautiful like this, desperate to come and trembling with need. I could fuck you like this all night, and you would love it, wouldn’t you, my little slut?”
Orlando grunted, low and guttural, squeezing his eyes shut involuntary. Each time Viggo pounded into him, he felt as if he would break into tiny pieces, each slam driving him a bit closer to the boundaries of himself.
“Come on, baby, let yourself come hard all over my chair,” Viggo told him, encouraging him to do what he so desperately wanted.
It felt like Viggo had told him he could breathe again. Orlando began rubbing himself down on the arm of the chair, the soft leather like warm butter against his dick. Viggo was fucking him with hard, sure strokes, his cock hitting Orlando’s prostate gland over and over until his cock jumped gratefully and spurted its seed over the smooth cream-colored leather.
Viggo had barely been holding on, waiting for Orlando’s pleasure before his own. The hot ass around him squeezed him until the edges of his vision blurred a little, and the model’s body stiffened beneath him before convulsing. The hoarse, inarticulate cries and moans Orlando let out as he came, unable to keep silent under the onslaught of sensation, catapulted Viggo over the edge. He slammed one last time balls-deep into the young man and came hard, grunting as he filled the condom, barely managing not to crush Orlando beneath him.
Drawing in a deep, if unsteady breath, Viggo uncurled his arms from Orlando, straightening up. Orlando slumped over the arm of the leather chair, and Viggo quickly took hold of the condom, withdrawing his sated cock from the younger man’s ass, before extending his hands to Orlando again, carefully pulling him up.
Orlando’s head was still spinning as Viggo led him over to the couch, his knees threatening to give out any moment, if it weren’t for the support of the arm around his waist. He couldn’t remember a time he’d come this hard before, not that he’d been able to draw comparisons at the moment. He slumped down on the couch, and blinked exhaustedly as Viggo gently lifted his legs on it, settling him to fully lie down on it.
“You did wonderfully, Orlando,” Viggo told him, perching himself on the edge of the couch. “Rest here for a while. I’ll go and get something to clean up some, and if you’re feeling up to it then, we’ll talk a bit, okay?”
Orlando nodded his agreement, and watched the older man getting up from the couch, and bending down to snatch his clothes from where they were lying on the floor. Viggo slipped into his pants again, and placed Orlando’s clothes on the other couch, before exiting the living room.
He dozed until Viggo returned with a warm, damp cloth, and the couch dipped slightly as he sat down on it again, and stroked the rag over Orlando’s belly, cleaning the sticky come stains from Orlando’s skin.
Orlando pushed himself up on his elbows.
“You don’t need to do that,” he protested feebly.
Viggo just smiled at him. “How do you feel?”
“Uhh, bloody worn out really,” Orlando said. “That was… wow… amazing.”
Viggo smirked, swiping the cloth over the last sticky patch, then put it aside.
“I can’t remember ever having someone take so easily to it before. You were truly remarkable.”
The words washed over Orlando, and he smiled happily.
“Thanks,” he said, shifting into an upright position and drawing his legs up. He was still naked, but the room was warm enough for him not to feel chilled. “Can we do that again? I mean, not right now, but some time? I know you said the other day you weren’t looking for a relationship, but…” He broke off, biting his lips, cursing himself inwardly for speaking before thinking.
“I’m not looking to fall in love, that’s right,” Viggo said, and the leather of the couch creaked softly as he moved. “I need you to be clear on that, Orlando, then we can talk about continuing this.”
“Just sex, yeah?” Orlando replied, trying to gauge the guarded expression on the other man’s face.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it ‘just sex,’” Viggo said, his mouth twisting in a slight smirk, “but in essence, yes.”
“That’s fine with me.” Orlando yawned widely. “Sorry… I’m just really tired.”
“You’re welcome to stay overnight,” Viggo offered. “But if you’d rather go home, I’ll call you a cab.”
“I’d probably fall asleep on the way, if not earlier even,” Orlando replied, another yawn forcing its way out.
“Let me show you the guest room then, and we can discuss anything else tomorrow over breakfast,” Viggo said, rising from the couch.
Orlando uncurled himself and stood up too, taking his clothes when Viggo handed them to him. “Just don’t wake me too early, yeah?” he said when he followed Viggo into the foyer and then up the large, winding staircase. “I feel like I could sleep for a week.”
“No wake up call before noon then,” Viggo joked, and opened the door to the guest room, stepping back to let Orlando enter. “Don’t think I’ll be up much earlier anyway.”
There was nowhere Orlando had to be the next day, and once he’d said his good night to Viggo and the other man had left him alone, he dumped his clothes and all but fell into the bed, burying his face in the soft pillows. The brush of the sheets against his skin brought back some of the tingles, faint now, but they reminded him of the feeling of Viggo’s fingers on his body, caressing him, then holding him down.
Orlando smiled to himself, and shifted on the bed. He wasn’t so naïve to think that what had happened tonight was the most of what he’d asked for. No, it was a teaser, a brief foretaste of the pleasures to be had at the hands of an experienced Dominant. There’d be so much more, and Orlando couldn’t wait to discover all that Viggo would show him.
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