Beauty is Truth (IV)
Title: Beauty is Truth (IV)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy and a beautiful girl … even more things happen.
Author's Note: For my lovely dienw
“Do you want to touch me boy?” Elijah smiled, well his lips moved in the approximation of a smile. “Do you want to see where the top of my stockings meet flesh? Do you want to feel how soft the skin is on my inner thighs, how sweet I smell?”
Viggo shivered. He wanted with so much hunger it made him feel weak. He didn’t get to touch very often, he wanted to so badly, he wanted to explore the beauty of Elijah, of his Mistress’ naked form.
“Please Mistress?” he begged softly. “Let your boy see you, let him touch, let him feast his eyes, all his senses on you, let him worship you, let me? Please Mistress? Please let me worship your beauty…”
“If you can beg so eloquently I must be doing something wrong,” Elijah’s tone was dry but not lacking in humour. It thrilled him to see how Viggo responded; he delighted him that as much as he made his boy the centres of his attention, he became the focus of his boy’s very existence.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he walked slowly around Viggo, using the toe of his shoe to nudge him into a better position. “That’s better,” he could see by the tautness of Viggo’s body that even if the Marines stormed the room naked, Viggo would still only have eyes for his Mistress.
Standing in front of Viggo, he raised his dress so the tops of his stockings were clearly visible, the paleness of his skin even more pronounced against the vibrant blue of his dress.
“Oh god,” Viggo whimpered, he leant forward a little; he could almost see Elijah’s underwear, almost but not quite. “Mistress,” he swallowed convulsively. “Please,” he wanted to touch more than anything else.
“Go on but no hands,” Elijah’s voice may or may not have been quite steady.
Slowly Viggo leaned in even further until just the tip of his nose rubbed against the patch of skin he’d yearned for. He described little circles with his nose, with his chin, then with great daring he licked, pausing to allow Elijah to clip him around the ear.
He waited.
He scarcely dared breathe.
Then he felt Elijah’s fingers in his hair, his touch almost a caress and at that moment Viggo fell in love all over again.
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy and a beautiful girl … even more things happen.
Author's Note: For my lovely dienw
“Do you want to touch me boy?” Elijah smiled, well his lips moved in the approximation of a smile. “Do you want to see where the top of my stockings meet flesh? Do you want to feel how soft the skin is on my inner thighs, how sweet I smell?”
Viggo shivered. He wanted with so much hunger it made him feel weak. He didn’t get to touch very often, he wanted to so badly, he wanted to explore the beauty of Elijah, of his Mistress’ naked form.
“Please Mistress?” he begged softly. “Let your boy see you, let him touch, let him feast his eyes, all his senses on you, let him worship you, let me? Please Mistress? Please let me worship your beauty…”
“If you can beg so eloquently I must be doing something wrong,” Elijah’s tone was dry but not lacking in humour. It thrilled him to see how Viggo responded; he delighted him that as much as he made his boy the centres of his attention, he became the focus of his boy’s very existence.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he walked slowly around Viggo, using the toe of his shoe to nudge him into a better position. “That’s better,” he could see by the tautness of Viggo’s body that even if the Marines stormed the room naked, Viggo would still only have eyes for his Mistress.
Standing in front of Viggo, he raised his dress so the tops of his stockings were clearly visible, the paleness of his skin even more pronounced against the vibrant blue of his dress.
“Oh god,” Viggo whimpered, he leant forward a little; he could almost see Elijah’s underwear, almost but not quite. “Mistress,” he swallowed convulsively. “Please,” he wanted to touch more than anything else.
“Go on but no hands,” Elijah’s voice may or may not have been quite steady.
Slowly Viggo leaned in even further until just the tip of his nose rubbed against the patch of skin he’d yearned for. He described little circles with his nose, with his chin, then with great daring he licked, pausing to allow Elijah to clip him around the ear.
He waited.
He scarcely dared breathe.
Then he felt Elijah’s fingers in his hair, his touch almost a caress and at that moment Viggo fell in love all over again.