Beauty is Truth (II)
Title: Beauty is Truth (II)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy and a beautiful girl … things happen.
Author's Note: For helena_s_renn
Slowly, slowly Viggo peeled off his tee, he lifted the hem first showing the abs that he’d worked so hard to achieve, pulling it off quickly and smoothly. Elijah liked his flat belly and broad chest; he liked to mark the skin there and Viggo wanted that.
Next he rose gracefully, undoing his jeans and letting them slide down his long legs then bent over, turning enough to afford his Mistress an excellent view of his asshole, Elijah liked his asshole, Elijah like to use a thin garden cane to whip him there and Viggo wanted that.
When his clothes were folded and put to one side of him, Viggo sunk back to the floor, he knew Elijah had enjoyed his little show. He knew that Elijah was gloating over his boy like a dragon gloats over his gold. Crawling over to his Mistress, he rested his forehead on the tip of the soft blue leather shoe.
“Please Mistress,” he begged softly.
Elijah’s smile was mirthless and cold, he looked for all the world like the Ice Queen come to life from the pages of the fairy tale.
“Shoes,” he moved up the couch ignoring Viggo’s whine as his Mistress’ foot was pulled from under him. Elijah crossed his legs, rotating his ankle slowly.
“Mistress…” Viggo knew what was expected and lifted himself up so he could lick the already spotless leather clean. It tasted good, it smelt good too, dreamily he wished he could kiss his way up Elijah’s leg to that place where nylon met soft skin…
“Enough,” he jumped and kneeled up quickly; he looked a bit glazed, a bit discombobulated. He jumped again when he felt the tip of Elijah’s shoe pressing against his balls.
“Oh god …” he whimpered. “Please, please…” he still wanted to look at his Mistress, to fully appreciate the dress, the makeup but he wanted to offer his pain up too.
It seemed Elijah was in no hurry, he did not reply, pressed down a little harder until Viggo’s moan filled the room.
(tbc)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy and a beautiful girl … things happen.
Author's Note: For helena_s_renn
Slowly, slowly Viggo peeled off his tee, he lifted the hem first showing the abs that he’d worked so hard to achieve, pulling it off quickly and smoothly. Elijah liked his flat belly and broad chest; he liked to mark the skin there and Viggo wanted that.
Next he rose gracefully, undoing his jeans and letting them slide down his long legs then bent over, turning enough to afford his Mistress an excellent view of his asshole, Elijah liked his asshole, Elijah like to use a thin garden cane to whip him there and Viggo wanted that.
When his clothes were folded and put to one side of him, Viggo sunk back to the floor, he knew Elijah had enjoyed his little show. He knew that Elijah was gloating over his boy like a dragon gloats over his gold. Crawling over to his Mistress, he rested his forehead on the tip of the soft blue leather shoe.
“Please Mistress,” he begged softly.
Elijah’s smile was mirthless and cold, he looked for all the world like the Ice Queen come to life from the pages of the fairy tale.
“Shoes,” he moved up the couch ignoring Viggo’s whine as his Mistress’ foot was pulled from under him. Elijah crossed his legs, rotating his ankle slowly.
“Mistress…” Viggo knew what was expected and lifted himself up so he could lick the already spotless leather clean. It tasted good, it smelt good too, dreamily he wished he could kiss his way up Elijah’s leg to that place where nylon met soft skin…
“Enough,” he jumped and kneeled up quickly; he looked a bit glazed, a bit discombobulated. He jumped again when he felt the tip of Elijah’s shoe pressing against his balls.
“Oh god …” he whimpered. “Please, please…” he still wanted to look at his Mistress, to fully appreciate the dress, the makeup but he wanted to offer his pain up too.
It seemed Elijah was in no hurry, he did not reply, pressed down a little harder until Viggo’s moan filled the room.
(tbc)