Confessions - Part 4
Title: Confessions
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
Note2: The previous chapters have been locked. You'll need to join texas_slash to read the entire series as we post it.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Confessions - Part 4
They were frozen in time, both drawn to one another by a single touch. Viggo continued looking at where his hand rested on Orlando's shoulder, Orlando watched Viggo through the mirror. Neither man moved, made a sound or breathed until eventually Viggo raised his eyes and met the younger man's eyes through the mirror.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." Viggo started to remove his hand from where it was resting, only to have Orlando quickly grasp his hand with his own, keeping it in place.
"Don't apologize for doing something you want to do. I like the idea of you touching me," Orlando whispered "In fact, I'd really like it if you'd continue."
Viggo searched Orlando's face, looked into his eyes to see if he was humoring him. He didn't think he'd be able to go any further if he got the impression that Orlando was only doing this to fulfill some wild fantasy. Viggo swallowed roughly, watching as he placed his other hand on Orlando's chest. He felt the young man's sharp intake of breath when he slid the hand over his pectoral and brushed across one nipple. Nervously, Viggo looked back up into deep brown eyes. What he saw there nearly took his breath away.
Orlando licked his lips and tried to stand still while he let Viggo have his fill of touching him. When the priest finally looked him straight in the eyes, Orlando had to refrain from pulling Viggo into his arms and kissing him soundly. No, he would let the older man make all the first moves. This was too important to rush. It would take every last ounce of his reserve, but Orlando vowed to himself that he would do everything he could to make this good for Viggo. Everything.
"Orlando," Viggo spoke hesitantly. "I… I don't know what to do next. Will you show me?"
“You’re doing just fine,” Orlando said quietly as he leaned a jean-clad hip against the front of the dresser. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to stand on his own now that Viggo was touching him. Orlando moaned as Viggo’s thumb circled the areola several times before gently rubbing back and forth over the now-distended nipple. “Yeah, just like that,” he said before closing his eyes and letting the sensation wash over him.
The butterflies that had taken up residence in Viggo’s stomach from just walking into Orlando’s bedroom seemed to calm a bit when Orlando welcomed his touch. The skin beneath his hand was warm, despite the fact that Orlando was shirtless and the room cool from the air conditioner and ceiling fan that whirred quietly above the bed. Blue eyes slid to that particular piece of furniture and Viggo’s stomach tightened. One thing at a time, he thought as he turned his attention back to his current task and continued to lightly stroke the puckered skin and nubbin.
Orlando shifted his stance in an effort to relieve some of the pressure on his cock. Unfortunately, the pair of jeans he was wearing was not conducive to that particular task. He had intended to change into a more comfortable pair of cargo pants before joining the other man in the living room but Viggo’s sudden, albeit welcome, appearance in his bedroom had blown that plan to pieces. The slight shift in position brought his body closer to Viggo’s and he smiled when he felt the man’s hand slowly inch its way across his sternum to settle on the other side and work his quiet magic on Orlando’s left nipple, which happened to be the more sensitive of the two. He bit his lip, holding in the moan that threatened to make itself known.
Orlando’s heartbeat was strong beneath his hand and he halted his exploration, pressing gently against the lightly muscled chest, concentrating now on the steady cadence. Turning his focus inward, Viggo realized that while their hearts weren’t beating at exactly the same tempo, they were close.
“That’s what you do to me, Viggo,” Orlando said as he opened his eyes and looked at the other man. The sky blue eyes were darkened by passion and it gave Orlando the courage to take the next step. He covered Viggo’s hand with his own and pressed down firmly. “This is what happens when I think about you… about us.”
Viggo swallowed unconsciously. His eyes traveled from Orlando’s face down to their joined hands, then back up again. When he looked into the deep brown eyes again, he felt himself being drawn to the other man. Whether he moved or was pulled, he found himself standing between Orlando’s legs. They were so close to each other that Viggo could hear Orlando breathing near his ear; soft, warm puffs of air tickled Viggo’s neck. He slid one hand down and around the slender man’s back, resting his fingers through the belt loops on Orlando’s jeans.
Orlando could feel his own heart rate increase the moment Viggo moved into his arms. As much as he enjoyed having the older man touching his skin, he wanted to return the favor. However, he didn’t want to spook Viggo, so he held his hands still, waiting to see what the other man wanted. Whatever Viggo needed, Orlando would gladly give him.
Viggo was moving into uncharted territory. He only hoped that Orlando would be willing to lead them to a place that would be pleasurable for both of them.
“Orlando,” Viggo’s voice sounded stronger than he actually felt. “This may sound corny or even old fashioned but I’m going to say it anyway.” He paused for a moment, leaned back to look into Orlando’s face while he spoke. “Will you touch me? I need to know what you want.”
Orlando smiled, sliding his hands up to cup Viggo’s face, his thumbs tracing over the other man’s cheeks. “What I really want to do is to kiss you. May I kiss you, Viggo?”
“Please.” The single word was barely audible in the stillness of the room, but Orlando’s focus had been on the lips he’d wanted to taste for so long. Leaning forward, Orlando gently laid his lips against Viggo’s. The kiss started slow, their lips touching, sliding, lingering. The barest touch of Orlando’s tongue caused Viggo to yearn for more. He moaned deeply in his throat, tugging on Orlando’s belt loops to bring their bodies flush together. He lifted his head and looked into the bottomless pit of sienna eyes. “Do that again,” he begged.
“My pleasure,” Orlando replied before crushing his mouth to Viggo’s, letting go of all his pent up desire and releasing it into a passionate kiss that had his entire body on fire. He let his hands slide down and he began to unbutton Viggo’s shirt. He expected resistance, but was pleasantly surprised when he felt Viggo’s fingers move alongside his own. Neither stopped the kiss, both making quick work of removing the cloth barrier and groaning when their bare skin made contact.
Viggo pressed Orlando back against the dresser, letting his full weight settle between the young man’s spread legs. There was no mistaking what he felt pressing back against him and he gripped the belt loops tighter as the mounting desire threatened to sweep him away. He made himself turn loose of the fragile pieces of denim and ran his hands up and down Orlando’s back, reveling in the freedom of finally fulfilling one of his deeply harbored fantasies. The feel of supple skin sliding beneath his fingers thrilled him and he spent a long moment learning the shape of his soon-to-be lover’s back: the dips and hollows of shoulder blades, each vertebrae, each separate rib.
Orlando arched away from the ticklish touch as Viggo traced the contour of his ribcage, and in doing so, pressed himself harder against Viggo’s body. He felt the hard column of flesh nestled against his own and wondered what Viggo’s reaction would be if he rolled his hips against the other man’s. Scant seconds later he had his answer in the form of a near-feral growl as Viggo ceased his exploration of Orlando’s back, wrapped his arms around the young man, and deepened the kiss.
This sudden and unexpected show of dominance thrilled Orlando to no end. He gladly ceded control to the other man, knowing that at some point he would have to slip back into the role of mentor, but not yet. Right now he would savor the attention Viggo was lavishing on him.
There was only one word Viggo’s mind could process. More. More kissing, more skin to touch, more… everything. He wanted it all and he wanted it now. For years he had repressed this side of himself, and now that he had consciously started down this particular path, he wanted to gorge himself on the experience. His body trembled and it was then he realized he was close to coming. He quickly broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Orlando’s.
“Viggo?” Orlando asked, uncertain as to why the older man had suddenly stopped.
“I need…” Viggo panted through open lips.
“What? What do you need?”
Viggo pressed himself harder against Orlando’s body. “Please.”
“Do you need to come? Is that it, Viggo?” Orlando asked as he slid a hand between them and settled it at the top of Viggo’s jeans, stroking the lightly-furred belly. He would go no further until he had permission.
“Yesss,” Viggo said as he took the initiative once more, covering Orlando’s hand with his own and settling them over his erection. “Please.”
Orlando quickly defeated the button and zipper before sliding his hand beneath the navy blue cotton briefs to his prize. Precome oozed from the slit and Orlando realized just how close to coming the other man really was. He wrapped his hand around the silken shaft and squeezed gently.
That one touch sent Viggo over the edge. He gasped as his cock erupted between them in three erratic bursts, each one sending milky white ropes of come up Orlando’s chest, one going so far as the hollow of his throat. He groaned as Orlando stroked him gently, his body shuddering through the aftershocks. Orlando’s hand was also covered with his release and Viggo nearly collapsed when the young man lifted it and began to lick it clean.
Orlando could feel Viggo sway a bit in his arms. He tightened the arm he had around Viggo's waist, not wanting to lose their connection. He didn't want to give Viggo any reason to stop and think about what just happened and have second thoughts. A selfish reason, but Orlando wasn't really thinking reasonably at the moment.
"You okay, Luv?" Orlando's amused voice was soft, the endearment slipping past his lips before he could stop it. When Viggo nodded, Orlando decided that they needed a change in location and began moving them over towards the bed. "Why don't we sit down for a bit, yeah?"
"Yeah, I… that sounds like a good idea." Viggo was a bit embarrassed about coming off so quickly after Orlando had touched his cock. When they were seated, side-by-side on the corner of the bed, Viggo spoke again. "I'm sorry about… well, you know… when you touched me." He nervously looked over at Orlando, blushed and looked down at his hands. Orlando had to lean towards him to hear the next whispered words. "It's just that no one has ever touched me like that."
"Viggo, please look at me." Orlando lifted Viggo's chin and their eyes met. He could feel the other man shaking. "How did it feel when I touched you? It's okay, you can be honest with me."
Viggo blushed even more but he couldn't contain the slight quirking of his lips into a smile. Orlando breathed a little easier.
"Did you enjoy what we just did?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to touch me, Viggo? It's okay if you don't. We can do something else."
"No… I mean yes, I'd like to try it. Are you sure you want me to?" Viggo tugged at his ear nervously.
"Oh yes, Viggo. I'd really like to come while your hands are on me."
Viggo couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips at the picture Orlando painted with those words.
"Yes, please. God help me, I want to touch you so much."
Orlando reached for Viggo's hands and placed them over his crotch. His erection was pushing against the rough denim and Orlando knew if he didn't get some sort of relief soon he was going to come in his pants before anything happened.
Viggo tentatively ran his fingers over the bulge he felt in Orlando's jeans. He heard the sharp intake of breath and looked up into lust-filled eyes. Still unsure of what to do next, Viggo did what felt good to him by leaning forward and capturing Orlando's lips with his own. He continued rubbing Orlando's cloth-covered cock and could feel Orlando moan into his mouth as the movement caused them to lie back on the bed with Viggo pressed down slightly on top of Orlando.
Part 5
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
Note2: The previous chapters have been locked. You'll need to join texas_slash to read the entire series as we post it.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Confessions - Part 4
They were frozen in time, both drawn to one another by a single touch. Viggo continued looking at where his hand rested on Orlando's shoulder, Orlando watched Viggo through the mirror. Neither man moved, made a sound or breathed until eventually Viggo raised his eyes and met the younger man's eyes through the mirror.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." Viggo started to remove his hand from where it was resting, only to have Orlando quickly grasp his hand with his own, keeping it in place.
"Don't apologize for doing something you want to do. I like the idea of you touching me," Orlando whispered "In fact, I'd really like it if you'd continue."
Viggo searched Orlando's face, looked into his eyes to see if he was humoring him. He didn't think he'd be able to go any further if he got the impression that Orlando was only doing this to fulfill some wild fantasy. Viggo swallowed roughly, watching as he placed his other hand on Orlando's chest. He felt the young man's sharp intake of breath when he slid the hand over his pectoral and brushed across one nipple. Nervously, Viggo looked back up into deep brown eyes. What he saw there nearly took his breath away.
Orlando licked his lips and tried to stand still while he let Viggo have his fill of touching him. When the priest finally looked him straight in the eyes, Orlando had to refrain from pulling Viggo into his arms and kissing him soundly. No, he would let the older man make all the first moves. This was too important to rush. It would take every last ounce of his reserve, but Orlando vowed to himself that he would do everything he could to make this good for Viggo. Everything.
"Orlando," Viggo spoke hesitantly. "I… I don't know what to do next. Will you show me?"
“You’re doing just fine,” Orlando said quietly as he leaned a jean-clad hip against the front of the dresser. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to stand on his own now that Viggo was touching him. Orlando moaned as Viggo’s thumb circled the areola several times before gently rubbing back and forth over the now-distended nipple. “Yeah, just like that,” he said before closing his eyes and letting the sensation wash over him.
The butterflies that had taken up residence in Viggo’s stomach from just walking into Orlando’s bedroom seemed to calm a bit when Orlando welcomed his touch. The skin beneath his hand was warm, despite the fact that Orlando was shirtless and the room cool from the air conditioner and ceiling fan that whirred quietly above the bed. Blue eyes slid to that particular piece of furniture and Viggo’s stomach tightened. One thing at a time, he thought as he turned his attention back to his current task and continued to lightly stroke the puckered skin and nubbin.
Orlando shifted his stance in an effort to relieve some of the pressure on his cock. Unfortunately, the pair of jeans he was wearing was not conducive to that particular task. He had intended to change into a more comfortable pair of cargo pants before joining the other man in the living room but Viggo’s sudden, albeit welcome, appearance in his bedroom had blown that plan to pieces. The slight shift in position brought his body closer to Viggo’s and he smiled when he felt the man’s hand slowly inch its way across his sternum to settle on the other side and work his quiet magic on Orlando’s left nipple, which happened to be the more sensitive of the two. He bit his lip, holding in the moan that threatened to make itself known.
Orlando’s heartbeat was strong beneath his hand and he halted his exploration, pressing gently against the lightly muscled chest, concentrating now on the steady cadence. Turning his focus inward, Viggo realized that while their hearts weren’t beating at exactly the same tempo, they were close.
“That’s what you do to me, Viggo,” Orlando said as he opened his eyes and looked at the other man. The sky blue eyes were darkened by passion and it gave Orlando the courage to take the next step. He covered Viggo’s hand with his own and pressed down firmly. “This is what happens when I think about you… about us.”
Viggo swallowed unconsciously. His eyes traveled from Orlando’s face down to their joined hands, then back up again. When he looked into the deep brown eyes again, he felt himself being drawn to the other man. Whether he moved or was pulled, he found himself standing between Orlando’s legs. They were so close to each other that Viggo could hear Orlando breathing near his ear; soft, warm puffs of air tickled Viggo’s neck. He slid one hand down and around the slender man’s back, resting his fingers through the belt loops on Orlando’s jeans.
Orlando could feel his own heart rate increase the moment Viggo moved into his arms. As much as he enjoyed having the older man touching his skin, he wanted to return the favor. However, he didn’t want to spook Viggo, so he held his hands still, waiting to see what the other man wanted. Whatever Viggo needed, Orlando would gladly give him.
Viggo was moving into uncharted territory. He only hoped that Orlando would be willing to lead them to a place that would be pleasurable for both of them.
“Orlando,” Viggo’s voice sounded stronger than he actually felt. “This may sound corny or even old fashioned but I’m going to say it anyway.” He paused for a moment, leaned back to look into Orlando’s face while he spoke. “Will you touch me? I need to know what you want.”
Orlando smiled, sliding his hands up to cup Viggo’s face, his thumbs tracing over the other man’s cheeks. “What I really want to do is to kiss you. May I kiss you, Viggo?”
“Please.” The single word was barely audible in the stillness of the room, but Orlando’s focus had been on the lips he’d wanted to taste for so long. Leaning forward, Orlando gently laid his lips against Viggo’s. The kiss started slow, their lips touching, sliding, lingering. The barest touch of Orlando’s tongue caused Viggo to yearn for more. He moaned deeply in his throat, tugging on Orlando’s belt loops to bring their bodies flush together. He lifted his head and looked into the bottomless pit of sienna eyes. “Do that again,” he begged.
“My pleasure,” Orlando replied before crushing his mouth to Viggo’s, letting go of all his pent up desire and releasing it into a passionate kiss that had his entire body on fire. He let his hands slide down and he began to unbutton Viggo’s shirt. He expected resistance, but was pleasantly surprised when he felt Viggo’s fingers move alongside his own. Neither stopped the kiss, both making quick work of removing the cloth barrier and groaning when their bare skin made contact.
Viggo pressed Orlando back against the dresser, letting his full weight settle between the young man’s spread legs. There was no mistaking what he felt pressing back against him and he gripped the belt loops tighter as the mounting desire threatened to sweep him away. He made himself turn loose of the fragile pieces of denim and ran his hands up and down Orlando’s back, reveling in the freedom of finally fulfilling one of his deeply harbored fantasies. The feel of supple skin sliding beneath his fingers thrilled him and he spent a long moment learning the shape of his soon-to-be lover’s back: the dips and hollows of shoulder blades, each vertebrae, each separate rib.
Orlando arched away from the ticklish touch as Viggo traced the contour of his ribcage, and in doing so, pressed himself harder against Viggo’s body. He felt the hard column of flesh nestled against his own and wondered what Viggo’s reaction would be if he rolled his hips against the other man’s. Scant seconds later he had his answer in the form of a near-feral growl as Viggo ceased his exploration of Orlando’s back, wrapped his arms around the young man, and deepened the kiss.
This sudden and unexpected show of dominance thrilled Orlando to no end. He gladly ceded control to the other man, knowing that at some point he would have to slip back into the role of mentor, but not yet. Right now he would savor the attention Viggo was lavishing on him.
There was only one word Viggo’s mind could process. More. More kissing, more skin to touch, more… everything. He wanted it all and he wanted it now. For years he had repressed this side of himself, and now that he had consciously started down this particular path, he wanted to gorge himself on the experience. His body trembled and it was then he realized he was close to coming. He quickly broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Orlando’s.
“Viggo?” Orlando asked, uncertain as to why the older man had suddenly stopped.
“I need…” Viggo panted through open lips.
“What? What do you need?”
Viggo pressed himself harder against Orlando’s body. “Please.”
“Do you need to come? Is that it, Viggo?” Orlando asked as he slid a hand between them and settled it at the top of Viggo’s jeans, stroking the lightly-furred belly. He would go no further until he had permission.
“Yesss,” Viggo said as he took the initiative once more, covering Orlando’s hand with his own and settling them over his erection. “Please.”
Orlando quickly defeated the button and zipper before sliding his hand beneath the navy blue cotton briefs to his prize. Precome oozed from the slit and Orlando realized just how close to coming the other man really was. He wrapped his hand around the silken shaft and squeezed gently.
That one touch sent Viggo over the edge. He gasped as his cock erupted between them in three erratic bursts, each one sending milky white ropes of come up Orlando’s chest, one going so far as the hollow of his throat. He groaned as Orlando stroked him gently, his body shuddering through the aftershocks. Orlando’s hand was also covered with his release and Viggo nearly collapsed when the young man lifted it and began to lick it clean.
Orlando could feel Viggo sway a bit in his arms. He tightened the arm he had around Viggo's waist, not wanting to lose their connection. He didn't want to give Viggo any reason to stop and think about what just happened and have second thoughts. A selfish reason, but Orlando wasn't really thinking reasonably at the moment.
"You okay, Luv?" Orlando's amused voice was soft, the endearment slipping past his lips before he could stop it. When Viggo nodded, Orlando decided that they needed a change in location and began moving them over towards the bed. "Why don't we sit down for a bit, yeah?"
"Yeah, I… that sounds like a good idea." Viggo was a bit embarrassed about coming off so quickly after Orlando had touched his cock. When they were seated, side-by-side on the corner of the bed, Viggo spoke again. "I'm sorry about… well, you know… when you touched me." He nervously looked over at Orlando, blushed and looked down at his hands. Orlando had to lean towards him to hear the next whispered words. "It's just that no one has ever touched me like that."
"Viggo, please look at me." Orlando lifted Viggo's chin and their eyes met. He could feel the other man shaking. "How did it feel when I touched you? It's okay, you can be honest with me."
Viggo blushed even more but he couldn't contain the slight quirking of his lips into a smile. Orlando breathed a little easier.
"Did you enjoy what we just did?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to touch me, Viggo? It's okay if you don't. We can do something else."
"No… I mean yes, I'd like to try it. Are you sure you want me to?" Viggo tugged at his ear nervously.
"Oh yes, Viggo. I'd really like to come while your hands are on me."
Viggo couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips at the picture Orlando painted with those words.
"Yes, please. God help me, I want to touch you so much."
Orlando reached for Viggo's hands and placed them over his crotch. His erection was pushing against the rough denim and Orlando knew if he didn't get some sort of relief soon he was going to come in his pants before anything happened.
Viggo tentatively ran his fingers over the bulge he felt in Orlando's jeans. He heard the sharp intake of breath and looked up into lust-filled eyes. Still unsure of what to do next, Viggo did what felt good to him by leaning forward and capturing Orlando's lips with his own. He continued rubbing Orlando's cloth-covered cock and could feel Orlando moan into his mouth as the movement caused them to lie back on the bed with Viggo pressed down slightly on top of Orlando.
Part 5