Beauty is Truth VIII
Title: Beauty is Truth (VIII)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: More about the guy and the beautiful girl …
Author's Note: For surreysmum because she sent me a hot picture …
It was safe to assume that Viggo must ache pretty good by now, it was safe to assume that despite this apparent transgression, Viggo wanted to be beaten, his cock was not just hard, it was drooling, there was a snail’s trail of precom on the floor, a thread of it still dripping out of Viggo’s cock.
“My pretty whore,” Lij laid the clothes line on Viggo’s back. “Look up, look at me,” he walked round to stand in front of his boy, when he there told him just how desperate Viggo was for something. Anything.
Lijah’s cock was also hard, constrained as it was by the silky fabric of the cami knickers he was wearing. Elijah liked wearing panties, he liked wearing a dress, if only because it turned Viggo into a gibbering wreck.
“You want me to take my dress off don’t you?” he smiled coolly. “But I’m not sure you’ve earned that yet. We’ll see … won’t we?”
Again the corresponding shiver, a slurping sound as Viggo sucked hard on the heel. God he wanted to feel his Master’s wrath on his skin, feel the displeasure in the burning pain of his flesh.
Except it wasn’t displeasure. Except it wasn’t punishment. It was what Viggo lived for, it was what he craved. And even if it masqueraded as Nemesis, it was in truth sheer hedonism for them both.
The first one; the first always hurt the most, but for Viggo it was always the best. And Elijah had studied to discover how Viggo liked most to be beaten, he knew exactly what rhythm worked best, he knew where to mark first and how hard to do it. To the untrained eye it might have looked otherwise but for the two of them, it was the ultimate expression of love.
Fin
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: More about the guy and the beautiful girl …
Author's Note: For surreysmum because she sent me a hot picture …
It was safe to assume that Viggo must ache pretty good by now, it was safe to assume that despite this apparent transgression, Viggo wanted to be beaten, his cock was not just hard, it was drooling, there was a snail’s trail of precom on the floor, a thread of it still dripping out of Viggo’s cock.
“My pretty whore,” Lij laid the clothes line on Viggo’s back. “Look up, look at me,” he walked round to stand in front of his boy, when he there told him just how desperate Viggo was for something. Anything.
Lijah’s cock was also hard, constrained as it was by the silky fabric of the cami knickers he was wearing. Elijah liked wearing panties, he liked wearing a dress, if only because it turned Viggo into a gibbering wreck.
“You want me to take my dress off don’t you?” he smiled coolly. “But I’m not sure you’ve earned that yet. We’ll see … won’t we?”
Again the corresponding shiver, a slurping sound as Viggo sucked hard on the heel. God he wanted to feel his Master’s wrath on his skin, feel the displeasure in the burning pain of his flesh.
Except it wasn’t displeasure. Except it wasn’t punishment. It was what Viggo lived for, it was what he craved. And even if it masqueraded as Nemesis, it was in truth sheer hedonism for them both.
The first one; the first always hurt the most, but for Viggo it was always the best. And Elijah had studied to discover how Viggo liked most to be beaten, he knew exactly what rhythm worked best, he knew where to mark first and how hard to do it. To the untrained eye it might have looked otherwise but for the two of them, it was the ultimate expression of love.
Fin