Battle of Eyes
Title: Battle of Eyes
Author:
rotpunkt and
helena_s_renn (who was not only betaing but also birth-helping for the story and writing a part big enough to call her my co-author)
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC 17
Warning: D/s
Summary: In the middle of a D/s-scene, Sean and Viggo fight a battle of eyes ...
Another note at the end :)
Battle of Eyes
Fastening the smooth cold silver chain to Viggo’s nipple rings, Sean couldn’t evade noticing, with a buzz of irritation, that he was fumbling a bit - not quite trembling, just clumsily fiddling, the clasp slipping through his fingers twice before he successfully connected piercings to collar. There was a lack of concentration and resolve, a hint of hesitation and uncertainty in every move and action. Perspiring, he willed his hectic hands to calm; Viggo usually admired him for the deftness and skill of his experienced and clever fingers, going for their aim with dedication and confidence.
Both were already naked, standing beside the bed, but at this point the preparations seemed to stretch into lengthy and complicated. The week had dragged on forever with annoying duties and Sean felt exhausted, drained, riled up and restless all at the same time. That was why he needed this; it was why Viggo, knowingly, understandingly, had accepted Sean’s gruff demand with a simple nod. Paradoxically, his stressed and nervous state was also the reason why he couldn’t do it - not as convincingly, as assuredly and coolly - as he should.
Viggo wasn’t one to be easily dominated. Yes, he was willing to bottom and submit to Sean, but in order to make it work, to really get Viggo under - mentally, emotionally, with body and mind - Sean needed to be on high alert, strong-willed, sharp-thinking. Getting Viggo under was an effort. Of course, being extremely difficult to achieve made it immensely satisfying, but right now Sean wasn’t sure whether he’d find the necessary power and authority within him.
Sean had roughly tied Viggo’s hands behind his back. He didn’t use handcuffs this time, but plain rope - a signal that he wanted something raw, savage and unrefined. Viggo had raised an eyebrow, but let Sean have his way. Viggo possibly would go along with whatever Sean planned to do to him, he would kneel and suck and take any punishment and pain, but if Viggo did this graciously, compassionately, almost for pity, it would be as hollow and shallow as faking an orgasm - it simply wasn’t the same…
He had to truly get Viggo under. Sean inhaled, collecting all his remaining energy, steeling his dedication, focussing. His inner debate had lasted a while and Viggo, who had been standing with his head bowed, slowly lifted his gaze.
Viggo’s eyes locked with Sean’s. He looked up at Sean from beneath still lowered lashes; it was a testing, carefully-guarded glimpse at first. When he met Sean’s eyes, catching the tiniest flicker of unsteadiness, a glimmer of underhandedness appeared in the pale gray-blue irises, mixed with a pinch of defiance. There was a hint of a twitch in the corner of Viggo’s mouth, too, just a subtle suggestion of mockery.
Instead of anger, confusion welled up; Sean had difficulty holding Viggo’s gaze and keeping his expression stern and commanding. When Viggo suddenly raised his head and met Sean’s eyes full-on, Sean’s will wavered. With two, three sudden jerks Sean moved his head, right, left and down, then up again, akin to an animal cornered and running shy, before he stared at Viggo again.
Viggo smiled dangerously. “Turn around. On your hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered quietly, but determinedly. Sean didn’t miss the slight dilation of Viggo’s pupils, as if Viggo was surprised by his own words, but he found himself obeying.
“Ass up,” commanded Viggo hoarsely. “Come on, give me your ass.”
Sean crawled backwards on his elbows and crouched, exposing his ass. It was obvious that Viggo, with his hands tied on his back, wasn’t able to pull him into the required heights and position with the familiar grip of his hard, possessive hands. Viggo also couldn’t brace himself on Sean’s shoulders or the small of his back like he often did, and bowing his knees into the right angle for his cock to meet Sean’s ass was not an easy exercise.
“Up, just a bit more… stay like that.” Viggo had his cock in firing position, lined up at Sean’s hole, but without his hands to guide it in, the first thrust had to be carried out very precisely or it would fail to open Sean up, even more so since Sean was hardly lubed, the random smear of sweat and pre-come serving as the only natural resources. Sean was tempted to reach for Viggo’s cock with his own hand and help him along. But, “Don’t - just push back,” Viggo warned, wanting Sean to stay passive save the one gesture of offering himself and his ass for the taking.
Sean slowly moved back, accurately measured. His former clumsiness utterly blown away, he impaled himself on Viggo’s cock with one little, but decisive push backwards.
As soon as he felt Sean’s hotness reluctantly stretching around the crown of his cock, Viggo started to thrust. His ass and thigh muscles worked full power, his whole body tightened with the effort of keeping balance while increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. First it hurt them both; they were hissing, hitching, cursing in unison and double-voiced, like performing an ultra-modern opera duet, but after a few minutes it became easier. Viggo found his usual rhythm, deep and hard, hitting home with each forward slide, making Sean moan and cry out with lust.
It felt strange having Viggo’s cock as the only ‘piece of connection’ between them, the absence of Viggo’s strong and tender hands on his body making Sean aware of how touchy Viggo usually was and missing the caresses - at the same time, together with the low clinking sound, constantly reminding him of the fact that Viggo was tied up, collared, and chained.
He was getting fucked by a bound man - the thought and mental image flushed him with humiliation. Viggo could have paused to get rid of the restraints, could have asked Sean to release him; but with the delay Sean might have changed his mind, and - even more important, Sean sensed that - being able to turn the tables on Sean while still tied and supposedly helpless provided the ultimate kick for Viggo’s dominant ego in this moment.
They had fought the battle of wills with their eyes, and this time, Viggo had won. Hands tied in his back even while he was thrusting Sean into submission, Viggo felt the rush of triumph roaring up along with his boiling come. The primal scream rang hoarse from his throat. He did not have his hands free to force himself deep inside, and seed ran over from Sean’s hole under the continued barrage of haphazard thrusts.
Spent, he slumped for only a moment where he stood, leaning against Sean’s leaking ass but not lying atop him. “See if you can come now,” he challenged. Then he withdrew abruptly.
It was not very satisfying for things to be over right about the time they started to get interesting. Viggo’s pounding had been hitting his prostate dead on, forcing little trickles of pre-cum to spurt out, strings of it hanging down between his legs. It was another reminder of the fact he had lost control. He’d have forfeited it all, but then he felt the slick explosion inside of Viggo’s release. Trussed and tied, his lover had managed to put him under - the very thing he had started out to do himself. One moment of hesitation on his part had toppled his fragile, house-of-cards position. Now he was in another position - aching, dripping, ass-up, all of his own making.
Note/ invitation to everybody: The story mirrors my own current state of mind - like Sean here I'm too restless and un-focussed to bring anything to completion currently and if it wasn't for helena's help, I wouldn't have been able to even half-way finish the story; if anybody is up to make suggestions or write an end for Sean, that would be great! Anything is fine with me, he can also turn the tables on Viggo again ...:). Anybody up for the challenge? :)
Author:
rotpunkt and
helena_s_renn (who was not only betaing but also birth-helping for the story and writing a part big enough to call her my co-author)
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC 17
Warning: D/s
Summary: In the middle of a D/s-scene, Sean and Viggo fight a battle of eyes ...
Another note at the end :)
Battle of Eyes
Fastening the smooth cold silver chain to Viggo’s nipple rings, Sean couldn’t evade noticing, with a buzz of irritation, that he was fumbling a bit - not quite trembling, just clumsily fiddling, the clasp slipping through his fingers twice before he successfully connected piercings to collar. There was a lack of concentration and resolve, a hint of hesitation and uncertainty in every move and action. Perspiring, he willed his hectic hands to calm; Viggo usually admired him for the deftness and skill of his experienced and clever fingers, going for their aim with dedication and confidence.
Both were already naked, standing beside the bed, but at this point the preparations seemed to stretch into lengthy and complicated. The week had dragged on forever with annoying duties and Sean felt exhausted, drained, riled up and restless all at the same time. That was why he needed this; it was why Viggo, knowingly, understandingly, had accepted Sean’s gruff demand with a simple nod. Paradoxically, his stressed and nervous state was also the reason why he couldn’t do it - not as convincingly, as assuredly and coolly - as he should.
Viggo wasn’t one to be easily dominated. Yes, he was willing to bottom and submit to Sean, but in order to make it work, to really get Viggo under - mentally, emotionally, with body and mind - Sean needed to be on high alert, strong-willed, sharp-thinking. Getting Viggo under was an effort. Of course, being extremely difficult to achieve made it immensely satisfying, but right now Sean wasn’t sure whether he’d find the necessary power and authority within him.
Sean had roughly tied Viggo’s hands behind his back. He didn’t use handcuffs this time, but plain rope - a signal that he wanted something raw, savage and unrefined. Viggo had raised an eyebrow, but let Sean have his way. Viggo possibly would go along with whatever Sean planned to do to him, he would kneel and suck and take any punishment and pain, but if Viggo did this graciously, compassionately, almost for pity, it would be as hollow and shallow as faking an orgasm - it simply wasn’t the same…
He had to truly get Viggo under. Sean inhaled, collecting all his remaining energy, steeling his dedication, focussing. His inner debate had lasted a while and Viggo, who had been standing with his head bowed, slowly lifted his gaze.
Viggo’s eyes locked with Sean’s. He looked up at Sean from beneath still lowered lashes; it was a testing, carefully-guarded glimpse at first. When he met Sean’s eyes, catching the tiniest flicker of unsteadiness, a glimmer of underhandedness appeared in the pale gray-blue irises, mixed with a pinch of defiance. There was a hint of a twitch in the corner of Viggo’s mouth, too, just a subtle suggestion of mockery.
Instead of anger, confusion welled up; Sean had difficulty holding Viggo’s gaze and keeping his expression stern and commanding. When Viggo suddenly raised his head and met Sean’s eyes full-on, Sean’s will wavered. With two, three sudden jerks Sean moved his head, right, left and down, then up again, akin to an animal cornered and running shy, before he stared at Viggo again.
Viggo smiled dangerously. “Turn around. On your hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered quietly, but determinedly. Sean didn’t miss the slight dilation of Viggo’s pupils, as if Viggo was surprised by his own words, but he found himself obeying.
“Ass up,” commanded Viggo hoarsely. “Come on, give me your ass.”
Sean crawled backwards on his elbows and crouched, exposing his ass. It was obvious that Viggo, with his hands tied on his back, wasn’t able to pull him into the required heights and position with the familiar grip of his hard, possessive hands. Viggo also couldn’t brace himself on Sean’s shoulders or the small of his back like he often did, and bowing his knees into the right angle for his cock to meet Sean’s ass was not an easy exercise.
“Up, just a bit more… stay like that.” Viggo had his cock in firing position, lined up at Sean’s hole, but without his hands to guide it in, the first thrust had to be carried out very precisely or it would fail to open Sean up, even more so since Sean was hardly lubed, the random smear of sweat and pre-come serving as the only natural resources. Sean was tempted to reach for Viggo’s cock with his own hand and help him along. But, “Don’t - just push back,” Viggo warned, wanting Sean to stay passive save the one gesture of offering himself and his ass for the taking.
Sean slowly moved back, accurately measured. His former clumsiness utterly blown away, he impaled himself on Viggo’s cock with one little, but decisive push backwards.
As soon as he felt Sean’s hotness reluctantly stretching around the crown of his cock, Viggo started to thrust. His ass and thigh muscles worked full power, his whole body tightened with the effort of keeping balance while increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. First it hurt them both; they were hissing, hitching, cursing in unison and double-voiced, like performing an ultra-modern opera duet, but after a few minutes it became easier. Viggo found his usual rhythm, deep and hard, hitting home with each forward slide, making Sean moan and cry out with lust.
It felt strange having Viggo’s cock as the only ‘piece of connection’ between them, the absence of Viggo’s strong and tender hands on his body making Sean aware of how touchy Viggo usually was and missing the caresses - at the same time, together with the low clinking sound, constantly reminding him of the fact that Viggo was tied up, collared, and chained.
He was getting fucked by a bound man - the thought and mental image flushed him with humiliation. Viggo could have paused to get rid of the restraints, could have asked Sean to release him; but with the delay Sean might have changed his mind, and - even more important, Sean sensed that - being able to turn the tables on Sean while still tied and supposedly helpless provided the ultimate kick for Viggo’s dominant ego in this moment.
They had fought the battle of wills with their eyes, and this time, Viggo had won. Hands tied in his back even while he was thrusting Sean into submission, Viggo felt the rush of triumph roaring up along with his boiling come. The primal scream rang hoarse from his throat. He did not have his hands free to force himself deep inside, and seed ran over from Sean’s hole under the continued barrage of haphazard thrusts.
Spent, he slumped for only a moment where he stood, leaning against Sean’s leaking ass but not lying atop him. “See if you can come now,” he challenged. Then he withdrew abruptly.
It was not very satisfying for things to be over right about the time they started to get interesting. Viggo’s pounding had been hitting his prostate dead on, forcing little trickles of pre-cum to spurt out, strings of it hanging down between his legs. It was another reminder of the fact he had lost control. He’d have forfeited it all, but then he felt the slick explosion inside of Viggo’s release. Trussed and tied, his lover had managed to put him under - the very thing he had started out to do himself. One moment of hesitation on his part had toppled his fragile, house-of-cards position. Now he was in another position - aching, dripping, ass-up, all of his own making.
Note/ invitation to everybody: The story mirrors my own current state of mind - like Sean here I'm too restless and un-focussed to bring anything to completion currently and if it wasn't for helena's help, I wouldn't have been able to even half-way finish the story; if anybody is up to make suggestions or write an end for Sean, that would be great! Anything is fine with me, he can also turn the tables on Viggo again ...:). Anybody up for the challenge? :)