FIC: Exploring Limits: Raising the Bar, NC-17, Viggo/Sean/Orlando
Title: Raising the Bar
Authors: arieltachna and namarie120
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando/Sean
Prompt: 21 - Spreader Bars
Word Count: 4803
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know the actors and don’t make any claims about them. We just make up stories when we get bored.
A/N: Beta’d by the sultry sileya
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Sitting back on his heels, Orlando decided that Sean was a genius, an absolute genius. There in the middle of the porch was probably the most delicious thing he had seen in a year, maybe even longer. Viggo's body was stretched to its full length, his hands pulled over his head and secured to one of the beams that supported the roof. His feet were separated by a thin metal bar, heavy straps surrounding his ankles to hold it in place. His cock, still encircled by the silver ring, jutted forward proudly, making Orlando want to shuffle forward and lick it, and the handle of the butt plug peeked out from between his arse cheeks, tempting Orlando to go and play with it. It was a good thing Sean had made him put his own cock ring back on or he'd be coming again simply from the vision Viggo presented.
Viggo was used to his body being on display, or at least he'd thought he was. But even the total nudity of The Indian Runner had never affected him the way this did. These were his lovers, the two men he trusted more than any others. They'd both seen him nude more times than he could count since filming started, and in some pretty erotic situations since becoming a threesome. But he had never felt this naked before, this vulnerable.
He wiggled his jaw a little, his lips bruised and swollen from stretching around both Sean and Orlando's cocks. He'd been so desperately hard after bringing them both off, hoping his efforts had pleased them enough to let him come himself. Orlando had wanted to let him, he knew - and then Sean had answered. "He has to finish taking care of us first."
Sean had been gentle but implacable as he ordered Orlando to bring the rope from the glider, knotting it carefully around his wrists and testing the slack before tossing the cord over the exposed ceiling-beams of the porch and pulling him upright. The blond was good at this, he had to admit - he could still touch his feet to the porch floor, but only by keeping his arms and spine perfectly straight. Sean had run a possessive hand down his back, but had stopped when he reached the first swell of his ass. He'd almost spoken then, hoping his lover was going to take the plug out - but Sean had only told Orlando to kneel at his feet and stalked back over to the glider. When he returned, he held something in his hands that Viggo had never seen before.
"Spread his legs apart," Sean had ordered Orlando. The Elf had looked up at him with an expression that was apologetic and eager at the same time. Sean had buckled the leather straps around his ankles, adjusting the metal bar so that it held his feet shoulder-width apart. His erection, which had wilted some while Sean was stringing him up, began to stiffen again at the predatory look in the other man’s eyes as he examined his handiwork.
"Fuck, but you look beautiful like that," Sean had rasped, and Viggo had swelled to rock hardness at the words of praise. Sean had promised that they'd see to him - they'd both see to him - after he'd pleased them again first. Trying to hold himself still and wait on Sean's orders, he couldn't help but shiver, wondering what the blond meant to do next.
Orlando's eyes had tracked every movement Sean made, noticed every twitch of Viggo's body. Finally, Sean had Viggo positioned, leaving Orlando wondering what would happen next. Bound as he was, Viggo wouldn't be able to do anything but accept whatever he and Sean did. Whatever Sean told him to do, he corrected himself. Though not bound by any ropes this time, Orlando was as bound by Sean's will as Viggo was. And while that was still a curious feeling, one he had not had time to get used to, it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, the anticipation had him buzzing with lust.
Sean watched both his lovers thoughtfully as he finished adjusting the spreader bar to just the right distance. He wanted Viggo to feel stretched, exposed, but not in pain. Judging from the older man's pliant demeanor and his rampant erection, he was in just the headspace Sean wanted him. Orlando was still obviously high with anticipation, but he had managed to obey his orders so far without speaking. He hoped the Elf would be able to follow his lead, because it was important to Viggo that both of them were a part of what was to come.
"Fuck, but you look beautiful," Sean repeated, sliding a hand around his own resurgent erection. He hoped he'd be able to hold off long enough to give Viggo what he needed, but the man was enough to tempt a statue to life. "Isn't he beautiful, on display for us like this, Orlando?"
"Fuck, yes," Orlando replied, fingers itching. "I just want to touch him." He slanted his eyes up at Sean. "Let me touch him." It took him a moment, but he remembered to add, "Sir."
Fuck, yes, Viggo echoed, barely managing to bite back the words. Let him put his hands on me - I need to feel his hands on me.
Sean shook his head, placing a finger over Orlando's lips, and Viggo's heart fell. "You can't seem to keep from running this pretty mouth. Let's see you put it to better use - on him."
Eagerly, Orlando moved forward, hands sliding over Viggo's skin as he attached his lips to the moon tattoo on Viggo's hip. He sucked forcefully, knowing the Ranger enjoyed the added pressure. He could smell the bath soap from the shower Viggo had taken earlier and the pre-come that was leaking from the tip of his cock despite the cock ring, and the scents only heightened his desire.
Viggo's hips arched forward into Orlando's touch, the movement straining his already taut arms, but it was worth the pain to feel the hot suction of his lover's mouth against his skin. He undulated his hips, trying wordlessly to urge him to increase the pressure of the kiss.
"I didn't give you permission to touch," Sean pointed out, his tone all the more powerful for being quiet. "Keep your hands at your sides until I tell you to move them." He nodded as Orlando was quick to obey. The lad always seemed to try and stretch the limits. He'd need to find a way to deal with that, but not today. Today they both needed to focus on Viggo.
"Use your teeth," he ordered instead. "You know he likes it rough."
Orlando quickly dropped his hands to his sides, embarrassed at being caught in an act of disobedience, however unintentional. He knew he was only supposed to do what Sean said, but he kept forgetting, so caught up in the moment that he didn't think before he acted. He almost raised his head to apologize, but there hadn't been a question in Sean's words, and there had been a command. Parting his lips, he sucked harder on Viggo's skin, pulling it between the sharp teeth and biting down harder than he would have dared with anyone else.
A shudder of pleasure shook through Viggo when Orlando's teeth nipped into his skin. The bite was firm enough to tease, but he was already so aroused that he needed more. He tensed his hips, trying to push into the delicious pain, when the plug he was almost accustomed to was twisted firmly, drawing an involuntary gasp from him.
"Like that, do you?" Sean purred, turning the plug again. "We're going to make you want us so badly, Orlando and I," he promised. "Orlando's going to bite you until you're ready to scream, and every time he does, I'm going to turn this, until you're wide open and ready for us to take you. And we are going to take you, Viggo. Both of us. Because that's what you want, isn't it?"
”Yes," Viggo moaned, rocking back onto the thick latex shaft in Sean's hands. Another tremor of need shook through him, his cock straining so hard against the ring it felt as if it would burst. "Fuck yes, please, Sir, want you to fuck me," he groaned.
Orlando reared up on his knees, trembling at Sean's words, imagining the plug turning inside him as it turned inside Viggo. He scooted around so he could reach Viggo's nipples, taking one in his teeth and biting down as hard as he dared.
Viggo bucked against the twin agonies of Orlando's teeth on his nipple and the twisting fullness in his channel, the two together almost more than he could bear. He tried to shift his feet to an easier position, but the bar held his legs fast, preventing him from any movement except squirming against his lovers.
Sean could see the effect their attentions were having, but he wanted Viggo mindless with passion before they claimed him, knowing that building his need would make the release all the more powerful when he finally granted it. "Harder," he barked at Orlando, pressing the plug in deeply enough to graze over Viggo's prostate. "Make him feel it."
Orlando wanted to do as Sean asked, but he could not make himself inflict pain on his lover, even knowing that Viggo craved it the way Orlando craved a gentler caress. "I can't," he said softly, falling back to sit on his heels. "I'm sorry." His gaze switched between Viggo's face and Sean's, knowing he was letting them both down, but unable to do otherwise, not when he could already see the light bruise he had raised on Viggo's hip and the way the nipple he had been biting was swollen.
Crying out softly at losing the delicious sting of Orlando's teeth, Viggo's eyes flew to the younger man where he knelt disconsolate before him. The forlorn expression on Orlando's face hurt more than anything he’d done to Viggo’s body. "Lan," he whispered quietly, "no, don't, it's okay."
Seeing Orlando's stricken face and hearing Viggo's urgent words, Sean rose to stand before them. His former master would have come down hard on them both for refusing a command and for speaking out of turn. But Sean was realizing that Robert's training no longer dictated his actions. Bending on one knee before his lovers, he touched Orlando's shoulder and Viggo's hip, where a bruise was already darkening over the outline of the crescent moon.
"You tried, lad," he acknowledged. "You did your best, and I willna' fault you for that." He ran his hand up Viggo's chest, smiling wolfishly as the muscles fluttered beneath his touch. He ghosted his fingers over the abused nipple, then gave it a sharp tweak, wringing a startled gasp from Viggo's lips. "Take care of the plug," he ordered, "and let me see to our King's pleasure."
Feeling some of his worry dissipate when Sean didn't punish him, Orlando moved around behind Viggo, one hand caressing the smooth skin of Viggo's arse while the other reached for the handle of the plug, turning it firmly in the tight sheath. He might not be able to bite hard enough to please his lovers, but he knew he could handle this to their satisfaction.
Viggo longed for his arms to be free so he could bury his hands in Sean's thick hair, pull the blond up to his mouth and kiss him until they were both senseless. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered instead, knowing he'd gladly bear whatever punishment he earned for speaking without permission.
He cried out in ecstasy when Sean latched onto his other nipple, biting down almost hard enough to draw blood. Orlando worked the stiff latex shaft inside him in concert with the pull of Sean's teeth until his entire body stiffened, waves of heat igniting inside him, his cock pulsing as strongly as if he'd come, though the ring held back anything more than a dribble of fluid from leaking from its engorged tip.
Sean raised his head when he felt Viggo tense beneath him, watching hungrily as a look of pure bliss transfigured his lover's face. "So damn responsive," he praised, raising a hand to brush Viggo's cheek. "Do you have any idea what it does to me to make you feel this way?"
Viggo turned his head, trying to catch Sean's hand with his lips. "Only you," he husked, his voice shaking with the power of what his lovers were making him feel. "Only you two..."
Trembling as he felt the muscles in Viggo’s arse contract under his hands, Orlando wished he could see the Dane’s face, for he loved the sight of their lover’s face contorted with passion. He rested his face against Viggo’s skin, breathing in the dark scents of his body, struggling to stay where Sean had ordered him rather than standing up and plunging into Viggo like he wanted to.
Almost there, Sean thought, hearing the tremor in Viggo’s voice and feeling his body quiver beneath his touch. Almost where I want you, love, but if you can still talk, you can take a just little more… Giving in just a bit to his own tightly reined desires, he circled the restrained artist rapaciously, inflicting a livid trail of love-bites in the spots that tempted him most - the crease between abdomen and hip, the base of a rib, just below the hollow that pulsed wildly in Viggo’s throat - all spots that would be hidden beneath his costume, but that would remind his lover of this moment every time he moved for the next few days.
A sheen of sweat broke out over Viggo’s body despite the cool snap of the ocean breeze. He could feel beads of moisture trickling down his back and mingling with the saliva Sean’s mouth left behind wherever his teeth cut into his skin. His own teeth dug into his bruised lower lip, holding himself back from pleading without shame for Sean to put his mouth on his cock, for Orlando to rip the damn plug out of his ass and just please fuck him already, he was so fucking close to coming again… He moaned, low and deep, when Sean bit into the flesh just over his pubic bone, sucking and grinding until Viggo was writhing underneath him, his struggles only prompting Orlando to corkscrew the butt plug that reamed his ass without mercy.
Orlando knew Viggo had to be going out of his mind, between the movements of the plug inside him and Sean’s mouth. Knowing he was probably overstepping his bounds, but wanting to add to Viggo’s pleasure, he bit down on the lower curve of Viggo’s arse, layering one more sensation onto the others that already surged through the Ranger’s quivering body. As his teeth closed over that tempting bit of flesh, he pushed the plug in as deep as he could, his fingers sliding inside with it as he twisted it inside Viggo’s passage, hoping to wring another cry of pleasure from their lover’s lips.
A wail of surrender escaped from Viggo’s throat when Orlando’s teeth joined Sean’s in tormenting his over-stimulated flesh. His cock jumped and throbbed against his belly, his balls so hard and full of juice they ached. The stretch of Orlando’s fingers moving inside him, adding to the plug’s unyielding friction, was suddenly more than he could bear. His head sagging to his chest, he closed his eyes and begged for the release his body screamed for. “Please, Sir, no more,” he panted, twisting uselessly against the restraints that held him immobile for his lovers’ pleasure. He didn’t even know which one of them he was pleading with any more. “Take me, please, need you to take me, please…”
Sean’s own arousal was an insistent ache in his loins, but he gritted his teeth and willed himself under control. Viggo needed to feel claimed by both of them - and he was selfish enough to want to be the one who took him last. Letting the Dane’s swollen nipple slide from his lips, he sat back on his heels and drank in the vision of Viggo splayed before him, begging to be taken.
“Orlando,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. “Take off your ring. You’re going to fuck Viggo.”
Orlando didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped the ring off as expeditiously as possible, rising to his feet. Looking behind him to the glider, he grabbed the lube and slicked his erection before pulling the plug from Viggo’s hole. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, lining himself up at the stretched aperture.
“So fucking ready,” Viggo rasped, unable to stop himself from shaking as Orlando pressed against his back, his cock nudging at his wide-stretched entrance. After squeezing around the plug for so long, he felt empty, desperate for Orlando to fill him, hard and deep. He twisted his head as far as he could to try and see his lover’s face as he was taken. “Please, Lan, make me yours…”
Sean may have given Orlando permission to fuck Viggo first, but that didn’t mean he planned to sit idle while it happened. While the Elf tore off his cock ring and slicked up with lube, Sean leaned forward, resting his weight on his palms, admiring the beauty of Viggo’s bound body and waiting for the instant Orlando slid inside.
Orlando’s hands closed over Viggo’s hips as he pushed home, sliding into the loosened passage, expecting to encounter some resistance still, but there was none. The plug had stretched Viggo well. Grinding his hips against Viggo’s arse, Orlando nuzzled the back of the Ranger’s neck, finding a spot beneath the fall of hair where no marks would show to bite down.
The moment Orlando breached Viggo, Sean’s tongue flicked over the swollen head of the artist’s cock, licking up the single drop of pre-come that trembled on its tip. Viggo was shaking so badly that Sean didn’t have to move his head to lick and nip at every part of the still-confined erection, careful to use his teeth gently this time. His only goal now was to add to the amalgam of sensations Viggo was feeling and hold his own need in check until Orlando was finished with him.
“Oh, God,” Viggo groaned, the rasp of Sean’s tongue and teeth on his cock and Orlando’s slick glide into his clenching passage setting his nerves on fire. His hands clutched into fists around empty air, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the worn floorboards - he felt as if he was going to burst out of his body at the intensity of sensation consuming him. “Fuck, Sean, please… ‘Lando… can’t… can’t…”
Orlando couldn’t either. He slammed forward with all his strength, driving relentlessly into Viggo’s body. He aimed for his lover’s prostate, hoping Viggo was as close to the edge as he was. Then he remembered the cock ring and knew it wouldn’t matter. He fought his release, wanting to wait for Sean to give permission, but he didn’t know how long he would be successful.
Rocking back on his heels, Sean watched Orlando pound into Viggo with a ferocity all the more impressive as the lad had remembered not to use his hands. Viggo was straining to take him deeper, his head thrown back, his chest heaving with every moaning breath. Suddenly Sean needed to be the one thrusting into Viggo that way, the one making Viggo cry out in ecstasy. “Orlando,” he ordered, “touch him. Let yourself come.”
Orlando’s hands replaced Sean’s mouth, wrapping around Viggo’s body and providing just the leverage to slam into his prostate with every thrust. Viggo’s hips bucked in a broken rhythm, fighting for the release that his cock ring kept just beyond his reach. “Lan,” he moaned, “yours, please… need…”
“Mine,” Orlando agreed, his hold on Viggo’s cock letting him find the leverage he needed to go just that little bit deeper. He could feel the Dane’s body contracting around him, trying to climax, and it was enough to trigger his own orgasm. He pounded into Viggo’s passage one last time, coming with a ferocity that stunned him, leaving him leaning on Viggo as he tried to keep his balance. When he could control his limbs, he sank to his knees, head resting against Viggo’s thighs. “Mine,” he murmured one more time.
Viggo cried out as Orlando tensed and then collapsed against him, the warm rush of his release filling his channel. He was so close, and he couldn’t stop shuddering, couldn’t seem to draw enough breath into his lungs. His heart was pounding against his ribs, the blood pulsing in his veins like liquid fire, each beat making his cock jump in Orlando’s slackening grip. When the Elf slid down his back to the floor, his knees buckled and he sagged into the restraints holding him upright, beyond feeling pain at the ropes cutting into his wrists.
Sean’s hands shot out to catch Viggo’s hips, holding him steady as the artist wavered on his feet. Viggo’s body glistened with sweat, his breath rasped raggedly from his throat, and Sean had never wanted anyone more in his life. “Gonna take you now, Viggo,” he crooned, his lips gentling as he circled behind his lover, kissing a path across his collarbone, over his shoulder and down the trembling planes of his back.
“Orlando,” he nudged the replete young man with his knee, “move and kneel in front of Viggo.” Pressing against Viggo from chest to toes, he ground his cock against the taut arse, sliding into the crease and pulling the Dane’s hips hard into his. “You’re mine, Vig,” he growled, sheathing himself in one smooth thrust, his lover so open from the plug and wet with Orlando’s come that he entered him easily.
Sean's words penetrated Orlando's satiated brain slowly, and he realized the older man had given him an order. Of course Sean wanted him to move, Orlando thought. He should have thought of it himself. There was no way Sean could take Viggo with Orlando in the way. Moving much more slowly than was his wont, he shifted so that he knelt in front of Viggo, eyes lifting to see what he had wished for earlier: Viggo's face contorted with passion. Without any conscious decision on his part, his hands reached out to touch, sliding up Viggo's thighs, caressing gently. He did not want to intrude, but he needed to be a part of the erotic tableau in front of him.
Viggo let himself lean back against the strong body behind him, only the rope and Sean’s hands on his hips keeping him on his feet. Orlando had left him so near the edge, and when Sean slid inside him, finally rasping the words he had needed from both his lovers, something inside him soared. He could feel it swelling inside him, the thin rind of his skin barely containing it, about to shatter into pieces beneath its power. His back bowing to mold himself to Sean, he gasped out words, no longer able to stop their flow. ”Yours, Sean. Now, please … yours… please, need you … need… please…”
Sean's forehead dropped to Viggo's shoulder, holding the trembling, sweaty body to his, fighting to hold onto his quickly waning control. As well try to hold onto the tide, he realized - buried in Viggo's tight heat, his lover's desperate words urging him on, he could only hold on and let their need take them both. ”Now," he groaned, his own voice shaking, "yeah, gonna... now..." Drawing a heaving breath, he held them both still. "Orlando, take off Viggo's ring," he ordered.
Orlando obeyed with alacrity, his hands closing over Viggo's straining erection to release the ring. Even after the ring fell from his grip, he lingered, not able to make himself let go. He knew this was Sean's time - he wanted to give his two lovers this moment together - but his hands weren't listening.
Viggo's entire body tensed when the agonizing grip of the ring eased at last. His muscles clenched down on Sean buried inside him, the only contact he could control. "Sean..." he moaned, "Lan... yours... now, please..."
Sean lifted a shaking hand to turn Viggo's head, enough to reach his lover's lips with his own. His other hand slid forward, closing over Orlando's on their lover's cock. Taking Viggo's mouth in a breathless kiss, he pumped his hips once, twice, and then he could no longer hold back and his orgasm slammed through him. He crushed Viggo's head to his, pistoning his hips and his hand as he tried to carry his lover with him in this tidal wave of pleasure.
Orlando froze when he felt Sean's hand close over his, afraid he had been caught in disobedience, but Sean's hand simply took up his rhythm, their rhythm, as he surged forward with the all the force of the sea. He heard the groan that surely indicated Sean's climax, but the older man's hand never slowed as he continued to push Viggo on.
Viggo gave himself over to Sean's kiss, the blissful slide of his hardness inside him, of both his lover's hands caressing his cock. He thought he'd come as soon as the ring was removed, but he kept soaring higher and higher, impossibly high, until he thought he couldn't endure an instant more of the exquisite sensations. Then Sean crushed their bodies together, flooding Viggo again with warmth, and his overloaded nerves snapped. He spasmed between his two lovers, shuddering uncontrollably as wave upon wave of ecstasy engulfed him, filled him, overflowed him and swept him away. If not for Sean's mouth on his he would have forgotten to breathe.
Feeling Viggo's release coating his hand, Orlando leaned forward and licked at the hot fluid, starting with Sean's fingers. One at a time, he sucked them into his mouth, lapping up every drop. When he had finished with Sean's hand, he turned his attention to Viggo's softening shaft, cleaning it as carefully as he had the other man's hand. Finally done, he turned his attention to his own fingers, not wanting to miss a single bit of Viggo's flavor.
Sean had been drifting somewhere in a blissful haze where all that existed was Viggo's mouth joined with his. Orlando's lips carefully cleaning his hand recalled him to the reality of the world around them. As wonderful as it felt to be buried in Viggo's warmth, he needed to give his lover back his freedom. "Unbuckle his legs, lad," he instructed, holding Viggo steady while Orlando removed the restrictive spreader bar.
As soon as Orlando tossed the device aside, Sean reached up, still holding Viggo to him with one arm, and released the knots that held his arms secured. As soon as the rope slid over the ceiling-beam, he lowered them to the porch floor, removing the cord from Viggo's wrists, pressing his lips to the reddened grooves left behind.
Orlando moved closer to his two lovers, needing to maintain that contact with him. His head was spinning, and he was sure Viggo had to be completely overwhelmed. He hoped being surrounded on both sides would help steady the Dane.
Viggo's eyes fluttered open slowly as he regained enough strength for even that much motion. He was lying on the floor, cradled in Sean's arms, Orlando pressed against his side. For a moment longer he simply let himself lie there and absorb their presence, searching for some way to express everything they'd given him. Finally, he gave up, knowing anything he said would be only words. He took a hand in each of his, Sean's and Orlando's, and simply held them. "Thank you," he murmured quietly.
Squeezing Viggo’s hand gently, Orlando lifted his head, meeting Sean’s eyes over their lover’s chest. He saw the same surprise, the same incredulity he felt at Viggo’s words reflected back in the grass-green gaze. If anyone needed to be saying thank you, it was them, not Viggo. Lowering his head back to Viggo’s shoulder, he kissed the strong muscle gently as he pondered ways to thank Viggo without saying the words.
Sean bent to kiss Viggo's other shoulder, mirroring Orlando's action. "Don't thank us," he muttered, wishing he could use words the way Viggo could to explain what the scene had made him feel. "That was incredible. You were incredible."
Still under enough to welcome Sean's praise, Viggo smiled. He had been claimed. He belonged to both his lovers now. He knew that to them, the words were only part of the game, but he also knew that for him, they were true. His heart was theirs.
Authors: arieltachna and namarie120
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando/Sean
Prompt: 21 - Spreader Bars
Word Count: 4803
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know the actors and don’t make any claims about them. We just make up stories when we get bored.
A/N: Beta’d by the sultry sileya
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Sitting back on his heels, Orlando decided that Sean was a genius, an absolute genius. There in the middle of the porch was probably the most delicious thing he had seen in a year, maybe even longer. Viggo's body was stretched to its full length, his hands pulled over his head and secured to one of the beams that supported the roof. His feet were separated by a thin metal bar, heavy straps surrounding his ankles to hold it in place. His cock, still encircled by the silver ring, jutted forward proudly, making Orlando want to shuffle forward and lick it, and the handle of the butt plug peeked out from between his arse cheeks, tempting Orlando to go and play with it. It was a good thing Sean had made him put his own cock ring back on or he'd be coming again simply from the vision Viggo presented.
Viggo was used to his body being on display, or at least he'd thought he was. But even the total nudity of The Indian Runner had never affected him the way this did. These were his lovers, the two men he trusted more than any others. They'd both seen him nude more times than he could count since filming started, and in some pretty erotic situations since becoming a threesome. But he had never felt this naked before, this vulnerable.
He wiggled his jaw a little, his lips bruised and swollen from stretching around both Sean and Orlando's cocks. He'd been so desperately hard after bringing them both off, hoping his efforts had pleased them enough to let him come himself. Orlando had wanted to let him, he knew - and then Sean had answered. "He has to finish taking care of us first."
Sean had been gentle but implacable as he ordered Orlando to bring the rope from the glider, knotting it carefully around his wrists and testing the slack before tossing the cord over the exposed ceiling-beams of the porch and pulling him upright. The blond was good at this, he had to admit - he could still touch his feet to the porch floor, but only by keeping his arms and spine perfectly straight. Sean had run a possessive hand down his back, but had stopped when he reached the first swell of his ass. He'd almost spoken then, hoping his lover was going to take the plug out - but Sean had only told Orlando to kneel at his feet and stalked back over to the glider. When he returned, he held something in his hands that Viggo had never seen before.
"Spread his legs apart," Sean had ordered Orlando. The Elf had looked up at him with an expression that was apologetic and eager at the same time. Sean had buckled the leather straps around his ankles, adjusting the metal bar so that it held his feet shoulder-width apart. His erection, which had wilted some while Sean was stringing him up, began to stiffen again at the predatory look in the other man’s eyes as he examined his handiwork.
"Fuck, but you look beautiful like that," Sean had rasped, and Viggo had swelled to rock hardness at the words of praise. Sean had promised that they'd see to him - they'd both see to him - after he'd pleased them again first. Trying to hold himself still and wait on Sean's orders, he couldn't help but shiver, wondering what the blond meant to do next.
Orlando's eyes had tracked every movement Sean made, noticed every twitch of Viggo's body. Finally, Sean had Viggo positioned, leaving Orlando wondering what would happen next. Bound as he was, Viggo wouldn't be able to do anything but accept whatever he and Sean did. Whatever Sean told him to do, he corrected himself. Though not bound by any ropes this time, Orlando was as bound by Sean's will as Viggo was. And while that was still a curious feeling, one he had not had time to get used to, it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, the anticipation had him buzzing with lust.
Sean watched both his lovers thoughtfully as he finished adjusting the spreader bar to just the right distance. He wanted Viggo to feel stretched, exposed, but not in pain. Judging from the older man's pliant demeanor and his rampant erection, he was in just the headspace Sean wanted him. Orlando was still obviously high with anticipation, but he had managed to obey his orders so far without speaking. He hoped the Elf would be able to follow his lead, because it was important to Viggo that both of them were a part of what was to come.
"Fuck, but you look beautiful," Sean repeated, sliding a hand around his own resurgent erection. He hoped he'd be able to hold off long enough to give Viggo what he needed, but the man was enough to tempt a statue to life. "Isn't he beautiful, on display for us like this, Orlando?"
"Fuck, yes," Orlando replied, fingers itching. "I just want to touch him." He slanted his eyes up at Sean. "Let me touch him." It took him a moment, but he remembered to add, "Sir."
Fuck, yes, Viggo echoed, barely managing to bite back the words. Let him put his hands on me - I need to feel his hands on me.
Sean shook his head, placing a finger over Orlando's lips, and Viggo's heart fell. "You can't seem to keep from running this pretty mouth. Let's see you put it to better use - on him."
Eagerly, Orlando moved forward, hands sliding over Viggo's skin as he attached his lips to the moon tattoo on Viggo's hip. He sucked forcefully, knowing the Ranger enjoyed the added pressure. He could smell the bath soap from the shower Viggo had taken earlier and the pre-come that was leaking from the tip of his cock despite the cock ring, and the scents only heightened his desire.
Viggo's hips arched forward into Orlando's touch, the movement straining his already taut arms, but it was worth the pain to feel the hot suction of his lover's mouth against his skin. He undulated his hips, trying wordlessly to urge him to increase the pressure of the kiss.
"I didn't give you permission to touch," Sean pointed out, his tone all the more powerful for being quiet. "Keep your hands at your sides until I tell you to move them." He nodded as Orlando was quick to obey. The lad always seemed to try and stretch the limits. He'd need to find a way to deal with that, but not today. Today they both needed to focus on Viggo.
"Use your teeth," he ordered instead. "You know he likes it rough."
Orlando quickly dropped his hands to his sides, embarrassed at being caught in an act of disobedience, however unintentional. He knew he was only supposed to do what Sean said, but he kept forgetting, so caught up in the moment that he didn't think before he acted. He almost raised his head to apologize, but there hadn't been a question in Sean's words, and there had been a command. Parting his lips, he sucked harder on Viggo's skin, pulling it between the sharp teeth and biting down harder than he would have dared with anyone else.
A shudder of pleasure shook through Viggo when Orlando's teeth nipped into his skin. The bite was firm enough to tease, but he was already so aroused that he needed more. He tensed his hips, trying to push into the delicious pain, when the plug he was almost accustomed to was twisted firmly, drawing an involuntary gasp from him.
"Like that, do you?" Sean purred, turning the plug again. "We're going to make you want us so badly, Orlando and I," he promised. "Orlando's going to bite you until you're ready to scream, and every time he does, I'm going to turn this, until you're wide open and ready for us to take you. And we are going to take you, Viggo. Both of us. Because that's what you want, isn't it?"
”Yes," Viggo moaned, rocking back onto the thick latex shaft in Sean's hands. Another tremor of need shook through him, his cock straining so hard against the ring it felt as if it would burst. "Fuck yes, please, Sir, want you to fuck me," he groaned.
Orlando reared up on his knees, trembling at Sean's words, imagining the plug turning inside him as it turned inside Viggo. He scooted around so he could reach Viggo's nipples, taking one in his teeth and biting down as hard as he dared.
Viggo bucked against the twin agonies of Orlando's teeth on his nipple and the twisting fullness in his channel, the two together almost more than he could bear. He tried to shift his feet to an easier position, but the bar held his legs fast, preventing him from any movement except squirming against his lovers.
Sean could see the effect their attentions were having, but he wanted Viggo mindless with passion before they claimed him, knowing that building his need would make the release all the more powerful when he finally granted it. "Harder," he barked at Orlando, pressing the plug in deeply enough to graze over Viggo's prostate. "Make him feel it."
Orlando wanted to do as Sean asked, but he could not make himself inflict pain on his lover, even knowing that Viggo craved it the way Orlando craved a gentler caress. "I can't," he said softly, falling back to sit on his heels. "I'm sorry." His gaze switched between Viggo's face and Sean's, knowing he was letting them both down, but unable to do otherwise, not when he could already see the light bruise he had raised on Viggo's hip and the way the nipple he had been biting was swollen.
Crying out softly at losing the delicious sting of Orlando's teeth, Viggo's eyes flew to the younger man where he knelt disconsolate before him. The forlorn expression on Orlando's face hurt more than anything he’d done to Viggo’s body. "Lan," he whispered quietly, "no, don't, it's okay."
Seeing Orlando's stricken face and hearing Viggo's urgent words, Sean rose to stand before them. His former master would have come down hard on them both for refusing a command and for speaking out of turn. But Sean was realizing that Robert's training no longer dictated his actions. Bending on one knee before his lovers, he touched Orlando's shoulder and Viggo's hip, where a bruise was already darkening over the outline of the crescent moon.
"You tried, lad," he acknowledged. "You did your best, and I willna' fault you for that." He ran his hand up Viggo's chest, smiling wolfishly as the muscles fluttered beneath his touch. He ghosted his fingers over the abused nipple, then gave it a sharp tweak, wringing a startled gasp from Viggo's lips. "Take care of the plug," he ordered, "and let me see to our King's pleasure."
Feeling some of his worry dissipate when Sean didn't punish him, Orlando moved around behind Viggo, one hand caressing the smooth skin of Viggo's arse while the other reached for the handle of the plug, turning it firmly in the tight sheath. He might not be able to bite hard enough to please his lovers, but he knew he could handle this to their satisfaction.
Viggo longed for his arms to be free so he could bury his hands in Sean's thick hair, pull the blond up to his mouth and kiss him until they were both senseless. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered instead, knowing he'd gladly bear whatever punishment he earned for speaking without permission.
He cried out in ecstasy when Sean latched onto his other nipple, biting down almost hard enough to draw blood. Orlando worked the stiff latex shaft inside him in concert with the pull of Sean's teeth until his entire body stiffened, waves of heat igniting inside him, his cock pulsing as strongly as if he'd come, though the ring held back anything more than a dribble of fluid from leaking from its engorged tip.
Sean raised his head when he felt Viggo tense beneath him, watching hungrily as a look of pure bliss transfigured his lover's face. "So damn responsive," he praised, raising a hand to brush Viggo's cheek. "Do you have any idea what it does to me to make you feel this way?"
Viggo turned his head, trying to catch Sean's hand with his lips. "Only you," he husked, his voice shaking with the power of what his lovers were making him feel. "Only you two..."
Trembling as he felt the muscles in Viggo’s arse contract under his hands, Orlando wished he could see the Dane’s face, for he loved the sight of their lover’s face contorted with passion. He rested his face against Viggo’s skin, breathing in the dark scents of his body, struggling to stay where Sean had ordered him rather than standing up and plunging into Viggo like he wanted to.
Almost there, Sean thought, hearing the tremor in Viggo’s voice and feeling his body quiver beneath his touch. Almost where I want you, love, but if you can still talk, you can take a just little more… Giving in just a bit to his own tightly reined desires, he circled the restrained artist rapaciously, inflicting a livid trail of love-bites in the spots that tempted him most - the crease between abdomen and hip, the base of a rib, just below the hollow that pulsed wildly in Viggo’s throat - all spots that would be hidden beneath his costume, but that would remind his lover of this moment every time he moved for the next few days.
A sheen of sweat broke out over Viggo’s body despite the cool snap of the ocean breeze. He could feel beads of moisture trickling down his back and mingling with the saliva Sean’s mouth left behind wherever his teeth cut into his skin. His own teeth dug into his bruised lower lip, holding himself back from pleading without shame for Sean to put his mouth on his cock, for Orlando to rip the damn plug out of his ass and just please fuck him already, he was so fucking close to coming again… He moaned, low and deep, when Sean bit into the flesh just over his pubic bone, sucking and grinding until Viggo was writhing underneath him, his struggles only prompting Orlando to corkscrew the butt plug that reamed his ass without mercy.
Orlando knew Viggo had to be going out of his mind, between the movements of the plug inside him and Sean’s mouth. Knowing he was probably overstepping his bounds, but wanting to add to Viggo’s pleasure, he bit down on the lower curve of Viggo’s arse, layering one more sensation onto the others that already surged through the Ranger’s quivering body. As his teeth closed over that tempting bit of flesh, he pushed the plug in as deep as he could, his fingers sliding inside with it as he twisted it inside Viggo’s passage, hoping to wring another cry of pleasure from their lover’s lips.
A wail of surrender escaped from Viggo’s throat when Orlando’s teeth joined Sean’s in tormenting his over-stimulated flesh. His cock jumped and throbbed against his belly, his balls so hard and full of juice they ached. The stretch of Orlando’s fingers moving inside him, adding to the plug’s unyielding friction, was suddenly more than he could bear. His head sagging to his chest, he closed his eyes and begged for the release his body screamed for. “Please, Sir, no more,” he panted, twisting uselessly against the restraints that held him immobile for his lovers’ pleasure. He didn’t even know which one of them he was pleading with any more. “Take me, please, need you to take me, please…”
Sean’s own arousal was an insistent ache in his loins, but he gritted his teeth and willed himself under control. Viggo needed to feel claimed by both of them - and he was selfish enough to want to be the one who took him last. Letting the Dane’s swollen nipple slide from his lips, he sat back on his heels and drank in the vision of Viggo splayed before him, begging to be taken.
“Orlando,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. “Take off your ring. You’re going to fuck Viggo.”
Orlando didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped the ring off as expeditiously as possible, rising to his feet. Looking behind him to the glider, he grabbed the lube and slicked his erection before pulling the plug from Viggo’s hole. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, lining himself up at the stretched aperture.
“So fucking ready,” Viggo rasped, unable to stop himself from shaking as Orlando pressed against his back, his cock nudging at his wide-stretched entrance. After squeezing around the plug for so long, he felt empty, desperate for Orlando to fill him, hard and deep. He twisted his head as far as he could to try and see his lover’s face as he was taken. “Please, Lan, make me yours…”
Sean may have given Orlando permission to fuck Viggo first, but that didn’t mean he planned to sit idle while it happened. While the Elf tore off his cock ring and slicked up with lube, Sean leaned forward, resting his weight on his palms, admiring the beauty of Viggo’s bound body and waiting for the instant Orlando slid inside.
Orlando’s hands closed over Viggo’s hips as he pushed home, sliding into the loosened passage, expecting to encounter some resistance still, but there was none. The plug had stretched Viggo well. Grinding his hips against Viggo’s arse, Orlando nuzzled the back of the Ranger’s neck, finding a spot beneath the fall of hair where no marks would show to bite down.
The moment Orlando breached Viggo, Sean’s tongue flicked over the swollen head of the artist’s cock, licking up the single drop of pre-come that trembled on its tip. Viggo was shaking so badly that Sean didn’t have to move his head to lick and nip at every part of the still-confined erection, careful to use his teeth gently this time. His only goal now was to add to the amalgam of sensations Viggo was feeling and hold his own need in check until Orlando was finished with him.
“Oh, God,” Viggo groaned, the rasp of Sean’s tongue and teeth on his cock and Orlando’s slick glide into his clenching passage setting his nerves on fire. His hands clutched into fists around empty air, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the worn floorboards - he felt as if he was going to burst out of his body at the intensity of sensation consuming him. “Fuck, Sean, please… ‘Lando… can’t… can’t…”
Orlando couldn’t either. He slammed forward with all his strength, driving relentlessly into Viggo’s body. He aimed for his lover’s prostate, hoping Viggo was as close to the edge as he was. Then he remembered the cock ring and knew it wouldn’t matter. He fought his release, wanting to wait for Sean to give permission, but he didn’t know how long he would be successful.
Rocking back on his heels, Sean watched Orlando pound into Viggo with a ferocity all the more impressive as the lad had remembered not to use his hands. Viggo was straining to take him deeper, his head thrown back, his chest heaving with every moaning breath. Suddenly Sean needed to be the one thrusting into Viggo that way, the one making Viggo cry out in ecstasy. “Orlando,” he ordered, “touch him. Let yourself come.”
Orlando’s hands replaced Sean’s mouth, wrapping around Viggo’s body and providing just the leverage to slam into his prostate with every thrust. Viggo’s hips bucked in a broken rhythm, fighting for the release that his cock ring kept just beyond his reach. “Lan,” he moaned, “yours, please… need…”
“Mine,” Orlando agreed, his hold on Viggo’s cock letting him find the leverage he needed to go just that little bit deeper. He could feel the Dane’s body contracting around him, trying to climax, and it was enough to trigger his own orgasm. He pounded into Viggo’s passage one last time, coming with a ferocity that stunned him, leaving him leaning on Viggo as he tried to keep his balance. When he could control his limbs, he sank to his knees, head resting against Viggo’s thighs. “Mine,” he murmured one more time.
Viggo cried out as Orlando tensed and then collapsed against him, the warm rush of his release filling his channel. He was so close, and he couldn’t stop shuddering, couldn’t seem to draw enough breath into his lungs. His heart was pounding against his ribs, the blood pulsing in his veins like liquid fire, each beat making his cock jump in Orlando’s slackening grip. When the Elf slid down his back to the floor, his knees buckled and he sagged into the restraints holding him upright, beyond feeling pain at the ropes cutting into his wrists.
Sean’s hands shot out to catch Viggo’s hips, holding him steady as the artist wavered on his feet. Viggo’s body glistened with sweat, his breath rasped raggedly from his throat, and Sean had never wanted anyone more in his life. “Gonna take you now, Viggo,” he crooned, his lips gentling as he circled behind his lover, kissing a path across his collarbone, over his shoulder and down the trembling planes of his back.
“Orlando,” he nudged the replete young man with his knee, “move and kneel in front of Viggo.” Pressing against Viggo from chest to toes, he ground his cock against the taut arse, sliding into the crease and pulling the Dane’s hips hard into his. “You’re mine, Vig,” he growled, sheathing himself in one smooth thrust, his lover so open from the plug and wet with Orlando’s come that he entered him easily.
Sean's words penetrated Orlando's satiated brain slowly, and he realized the older man had given him an order. Of course Sean wanted him to move, Orlando thought. He should have thought of it himself. There was no way Sean could take Viggo with Orlando in the way. Moving much more slowly than was his wont, he shifted so that he knelt in front of Viggo, eyes lifting to see what he had wished for earlier: Viggo's face contorted with passion. Without any conscious decision on his part, his hands reached out to touch, sliding up Viggo's thighs, caressing gently. He did not want to intrude, but he needed to be a part of the erotic tableau in front of him.
Viggo let himself lean back against the strong body behind him, only the rope and Sean’s hands on his hips keeping him on his feet. Orlando had left him so near the edge, and when Sean slid inside him, finally rasping the words he had needed from both his lovers, something inside him soared. He could feel it swelling inside him, the thin rind of his skin barely containing it, about to shatter into pieces beneath its power. His back bowing to mold himself to Sean, he gasped out words, no longer able to stop their flow. ”Yours, Sean. Now, please … yours… please, need you … need… please…”
Sean's forehead dropped to Viggo's shoulder, holding the trembling, sweaty body to his, fighting to hold onto his quickly waning control. As well try to hold onto the tide, he realized - buried in Viggo's tight heat, his lover's desperate words urging him on, he could only hold on and let their need take them both. ”Now," he groaned, his own voice shaking, "yeah, gonna... now..." Drawing a heaving breath, he held them both still. "Orlando, take off Viggo's ring," he ordered.
Orlando obeyed with alacrity, his hands closing over Viggo's straining erection to release the ring. Even after the ring fell from his grip, he lingered, not able to make himself let go. He knew this was Sean's time - he wanted to give his two lovers this moment together - but his hands weren't listening.
Viggo's entire body tensed when the agonizing grip of the ring eased at last. His muscles clenched down on Sean buried inside him, the only contact he could control. "Sean..." he moaned, "Lan... yours... now, please..."
Sean lifted a shaking hand to turn Viggo's head, enough to reach his lover's lips with his own. His other hand slid forward, closing over Orlando's on their lover's cock. Taking Viggo's mouth in a breathless kiss, he pumped his hips once, twice, and then he could no longer hold back and his orgasm slammed through him. He crushed Viggo's head to his, pistoning his hips and his hand as he tried to carry his lover with him in this tidal wave of pleasure.
Orlando froze when he felt Sean's hand close over his, afraid he had been caught in disobedience, but Sean's hand simply took up his rhythm, their rhythm, as he surged forward with the all the force of the sea. He heard the groan that surely indicated Sean's climax, but the older man's hand never slowed as he continued to push Viggo on.
Viggo gave himself over to Sean's kiss, the blissful slide of his hardness inside him, of both his lover's hands caressing his cock. He thought he'd come as soon as the ring was removed, but he kept soaring higher and higher, impossibly high, until he thought he couldn't endure an instant more of the exquisite sensations. Then Sean crushed their bodies together, flooding Viggo again with warmth, and his overloaded nerves snapped. He spasmed between his two lovers, shuddering uncontrollably as wave upon wave of ecstasy engulfed him, filled him, overflowed him and swept him away. If not for Sean's mouth on his he would have forgotten to breathe.
Feeling Viggo's release coating his hand, Orlando leaned forward and licked at the hot fluid, starting with Sean's fingers. One at a time, he sucked them into his mouth, lapping up every drop. When he had finished with Sean's hand, he turned his attention to Viggo's softening shaft, cleaning it as carefully as he had the other man's hand. Finally done, he turned his attention to his own fingers, not wanting to miss a single bit of Viggo's flavor.
Sean had been drifting somewhere in a blissful haze where all that existed was Viggo's mouth joined with his. Orlando's lips carefully cleaning his hand recalled him to the reality of the world around them. As wonderful as it felt to be buried in Viggo's warmth, he needed to give his lover back his freedom. "Unbuckle his legs, lad," he instructed, holding Viggo steady while Orlando removed the restrictive spreader bar.
As soon as Orlando tossed the device aside, Sean reached up, still holding Viggo to him with one arm, and released the knots that held his arms secured. As soon as the rope slid over the ceiling-beam, he lowered them to the porch floor, removing the cord from Viggo's wrists, pressing his lips to the reddened grooves left behind.
Orlando moved closer to his two lovers, needing to maintain that contact with him. His head was spinning, and he was sure Viggo had to be completely overwhelmed. He hoped being surrounded on both sides would help steady the Dane.
Viggo's eyes fluttered open slowly as he regained enough strength for even that much motion. He was lying on the floor, cradled in Sean's arms, Orlando pressed against his side. For a moment longer he simply let himself lie there and absorb their presence, searching for some way to express everything they'd given him. Finally, he gave up, knowing anything he said would be only words. He took a hand in each of his, Sean's and Orlando's, and simply held them. "Thank you," he murmured quietly.
Squeezing Viggo’s hand gently, Orlando lifted his head, meeting Sean’s eyes over their lover’s chest. He saw the same surprise, the same incredulity he felt at Viggo’s words reflected back in the grass-green gaze. If anyone needed to be saying thank you, it was them, not Viggo. Lowering his head back to Viggo’s shoulder, he kissed the strong muscle gently as he pondered ways to thank Viggo without saying the words.
Sean bent to kiss Viggo's other shoulder, mirroring Orlando's action. "Don't thank us," he muttered, wishing he could use words the way Viggo could to explain what the scene had made him feel. "That was incredible. You were incredible."
Still under enough to welcome Sean's praise, Viggo smiled. He had been claimed. He belonged to both his lovers now. He knew that to them, the words were only part of the game, but he also knew that for him, they were true. His heart was theirs.