Confessions - Part 10
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.
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Confessions - Part 10
Viggo nodded. “More than anything. I want to be inside of you, loving you.”
Orlando closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips gently against Viggo’s, lingering for a moment before pulling away, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Good, because that’s exactly where I want you. Funny how things worked out to our mutual satisfaction, yeah?” he teased as he slid from Viggo’s lap and moved to the side of the bed, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand.
Viggo’s heart beat frantically at the thought of what they were about to do, but he was not turning back. No, he wanted this, and he wanted it with Orlando. The question was, when they were finished, would Orlando want him, or was this a one time thing for the young man? He doubted it, seeing as how patient Orlando was being with him. He didn’t think Orlando would go through this much trouble and then just cast him aside. Feeling a tad bit self-conscious about his nudity, he rolled to his side and watched as Orlando shuffled through the drawer’s contents, mumbling to himself.
Pens, pencils, travel packets of Kleenex were all pushed aside as Orlando searched for the supplies they would need. After setting the bottle of Astro Glide next to his alarm clock, he began his search for condoms. “I think I have some in here somewhere,” Orlando said as he pulled several magazines from the drawer and sat them on the pillow beside him. His jostling caused them to slide down onto the bed, landing next to where Viggo was laying.
Viggo’s eyes widened as he came face to face with a shirtless young man standing in a swimming pool, hands linked behind his head, the toned chest and abs defined from many hours of working out. Freshman it said in large white letters across the top of the publication. Dragging his eyes from the young man’s body, he caught the names of two additional magazines. Playgirl and GQ. Viggo’s body flushed with arousal as he realized why Orlando had them in his bedside table.
His wayward thoughts were interrupted when something cold hit him in the chest. He picked up the black bottle he found laying next to him. Axe Body Spray, the label read.
“Trying to tell me something?” Viggo asked as he opened the lid and pressed the nozzle, a mist of musky smelling fragrance drifting down onto the bed.
“Aha!” Orlando shouted triumphantly as he found three turquoise packets and placed them beside the bottle of Astro Glide. So focused on his search for condoms, he failed to hear Viggo’s question. It was the musky scent that had him looking over his shoulder.
“Sorry?”
Viggo held the can up. “I was wondering if you were trying to tell me something.”
Orlando shook his head and laughed. “No,” he said as he turned on the bed so that he was facing Viggo. “My mother gave that to me for Christmas. Said that she hoped it worked on men as well as women,” he stated as he reached out and took the can from Viggo. “I called her after New Years and told her that it does.”
Viggo felt a pang of jealousy at Orlando’s admission. He didn’t want to think of Orlando with anyone else.
Noticing the serious look on Viggo’s face, he dropped the can onto the floor and cupped the man’s cheek, tilting Viggo’s head back so he could see him. “Viggo?”
Pushing aside the negative thoughts, Viggo shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I know that you’ve been with other men; that you had to learn what you know from somewhere. I don’t know. I guess I’m jealous for all of the times you've been with someone else, even before I knew you. Foolish thoughts, I know.”
Orlando’s heart went out to the man who had defied everything he had been taught was right and true, finally finding the courage to act on the feelings he had set aside all those years ago.
“No, not foolish, Viggo. It means a lot to me that you think of me... in that way. I’m not ashamed to admit that I've been jealous of the church and your devotion to it. I’m surprised that I finally got up the nerve to approach you. I took a huge risk and I am thankful that it paid off. You could have very easily cast me out of the confessional booth this morning, but you didn't,” Orlando said with a small smile.
Viggo lifted his hand from the bed and cradled Orlando’s cheek. “I'll admit to being shocked that you came on to me when you did, Orlando. I never dreamed that the man I'd watched from afar would show such interest in me.”
“You really have no idea of how appealing you are, do you?” Orlando asked as he looked into twin pools of blue. “You are the most kind, compassionate, and caring person I have ever met. Those are traits that anyone in their right mind would be attracted to. Add to that your rugged good looks and eyes that remind me of the sky on a clear summer day and I can guarantee you that if celibacy had not been part of the bargain when you pledged your life to the church, you’d have women lined up around the block. I’ve seen the way they watch you. I’m sure they’ve entertained some seriously filthy fantasies about you, just like I have,” Orlando said as he gently pushed Viggo back so that he was lying on the bed once more. He reached up and pushed the magazines to the floor, out of their way.
Orlando had noticed that Viggo’s cock was at half-mast, something that had happened when Viggo had gone quiet and contemplative on him a few moments ago. Not completely gone, just not as interested in things as it had been before. The next few minutes would remedy that situation, Orlando thought as he reached over to the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of lube and a condom.
“Well, maybe not just like mine since they’re women. I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate that delicious cock of yours sliding into their arse, stretching them wide,” he said as he dropped the condom on the bed beside his knee. He popped the bottle’s lid and poured a small amount of the clear liquid in his hand, flipping the top closed before laying the bottle aside. He wrapped his hand around Viggo’s softening shaft, slowly coaxing it back to life. “I would, though. Or rather, I will. Once you’re completely hard again, I’ll slip a condom on you, and then prep myself, stretching the ring of muscle so I can take you in.”
Viggo’s cock responded the moment Orlando's fingers started to move. This is all too familiar; we've been here before, Viggo thought to himself. Wanting more, yet afraid that if Orlando continued to stroke him he would come, he placed his hand on Orlando’s wrist, halting the motion. “Orlando, any more of that and this will be over before it begins. Hand me a condom and I’ll put it on. I do remember that from sex-education, way back when.”
“I have complete faith that you know the basics; however, I'd like the privilege of preparing you. Is that okay?” he asked as he reached for the foil packet.
“Yes, just… no teasing,” Viggo requested. “I want this to be good for you, as well.”
“No teasing,” Orlando agreed. Fingers slippery from the lube, he slid the corner of the packet between his teeth, tearing the package open that way. A soft moan escaped from between Viggo's lips as he watched. Package open, Orlando placed the condom over the head of Viggo's erection and slowly slid the latex into place, following it down with his lube-covered hand. He couldn't decide which sight was more enticing, seeing Viggo's cock glistening with latex and lube or seeing the light shade of Viggo's eyes deepen as lust and desire made itself known once again.
Viggo watched, entranced, as Orlando poured more of the viscous liquid into his palm, and then rubbed two fingers through the substance before leaning back and sliding the fingers between his legs. One of Orlando's legs blocked Viggo’s view, so he leaned forward and pressed the leg down toward the bed, giving him an unobstructed view. Viggo's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Orlando's fingers sliding in and out of his body.
Viggo's fingers ached to touch Orlando where he was touching himself. Unconsciously, he reached out and ran a fingertip over the puckered entrance that was currently being stretched by scissoring digits.
“Feel free to join me,” Orlando gasped between panting breaths. “It feels fucking incredible to be filled like this; it'll feel bloody brilliant to have your fingers alongside my own.”
Viggo reached for the bottle and quickly coated his index and middle finger. He slid the pad of his index finger around the slowly loosening hole. Orlando’s movement’s halted, but he did not remove his fingers.
“Okay, when I say, I want you to slide your index finger between my two fingers, form a triangle of sorts with our fingers” he said as he tried to relax his body more. After a few deep breaths, he nodded. “All right, just… go slow.”
Viggo’s stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation as he watched his finger slowly disappear into the stretched aperture. When his palm was snug against Orlando’s pale skin, he released the breath he was not aware he had been holding. Incredible heat surrounded him, and though the outer ring of muscle had been stretched, the inside of Orlando’s body hugged their fingers tightly.
Orlando moaned as Viggo’s finger slowly breeched him, the thick digit stretching him even more. “Feels so good. Now, back out slowly, but not all the way. Follow my motion,” he instructed and slowly relaxed as Viggo caught the slow rhythm. In and out their joined fingers went, slowly but surely stretching him for what was yet to come.
“Remember when I showed you what the prostate felt like? Where it’s located?” Orlando asked, precome welling in the slit of his cock.
“Yeah.”
Orlando held Viggo’s hand in place and slowly removed his own fingers. “See if you can find it,” he taunted as he wrapped his fist around his aching cock, stroking the shaft slowly.
Viggo carefully added his middle finger to the equation and began to probe the snug channel, searching for the nub that Orlando said would bring him pleasure. He gently stroked the walls with the pads of his fingers, wondering if he would actually be able to find it on… His cock jumped from the lust-strained groan that erupted from Orlando’s chest as he ran his finger over the soft bump.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Orlando moaned as he closed his eyes and let the exquisite feeling of pleasure wash over him.
Now that Viggo had found it, he decided to get a little of his own back. He ran the pads of his finger around the nub and watched as Orlando’s breathing was quickly reduced to panting. “Viggo, please… stop. Enough,” he gasp.
Viggo slowly removed his fingers, trailing the backs of them over the drawn up sac and higher, tracing the thick vein that ran the length of Orlando’s flushed cock.
“One of these days I’m going to fuck myself on those thick fingers of yours until I come,” Orlando said as he pushed Viggo down onto the bed, capturing the man’s lips in a bruising kiss.
Viggo wound both hands into the sienna curls and returned the kiss with equal intensity. He groaned his disappointment when Orlando pulled away. He watched as Orlando sat back on his knees and reached for the bottle of lube one last time, quickly flipping the cap and drizzling the liquid over Viggo’s latex-covered cock.
After assuring himself that it was sufficiently covered, Orlando’s eyes met Viggo’s, everything he felt for the man shining in them. “Right now, though, I’m going to ride you until you scream,” he said as he blindly reached behind himself, finding the slick shaft and pressing it against his aching hole. Letting gravity do the work for him, Orlando slowly slid down onto Viggo’s waiting cock.
Viggo’s hands flew to Orlando’s hips and fought the urge to bury himself inside Orlando’s body. As he slid into the snug channel, Viggo felt an intense heat and pressure like he had never encountered before. The sensation was too much for him. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his release, but as soon as Orlando shifted and started sliding back up off his cock, Viggo’s orgasm was ripped from his body.
“Ohhh, Orlando…” Viggo stuttered as his cock started filling his condom. “I'm sorry... I couldn't...” he panted as his body trembled through his release. “I didn't want this to end.” A warm blush covered Viggo's face as he closed his eyes, not wanting to read the disappointment on Orlando's face.
Orlando leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Viggo’s forehead. “Viggo? Love? Look at me, please,” he requested.
“I’m so sorry,” Viggo whispered when he finally found the courage to open his eyes. “I tried to hold back…”
Orlando placed a finger against Viggo’s lips. “I want you to listen to me, okay? There is nothing wrong with you coming like that. Honestly, for your first time, I’m surprised you held out that long, considering the amount of foreplay we’ve engaged in this evening.”
“But you didn’t…”
“No, I didn’t come. At least, not yet,” he said before brushing his lips against Viggo’s.
Viggo’s spirits lifted a bit after hearing Orlando's soothing words. He still felt ashamed for coming so soon, but with the care that Orlando had been taking with him so far, he would allow the younger man to continue to lead them in their lovemaking.
“I can feel you. You’re still hard inside of me, which means this isn’t over, as far as I’m concerned,” Orlando said as he braced his hands on the bed beside Viggo and sat up. “You want me to keep going like this, or would you rather take the lead?”
“You want me to take over? I'm not sure... I mean…” Viggo replied, not sure if he was up to the task of leading them anywhere. “Show me what to do.”
Orlando reached behind him, grabbing the edge of the condom as he slowly slid himself off of Viggo’s cock. “I want you to make love to me,” he said as he carefully removed the used latex and tied it off, dropping it into the trashcan that sat near his bed. “Would you like that? If not, it’s okay. I can take care of this myself,” he said as he looked down at his flushed and leaking cock. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you’re not ready for. I’m just saying that there are other options other than making love.”
“You're not pressuring me. You've taken such good care of me; I want to return the favor.” Viggo sat up and cupped Orlando's face in his palm; he brought Orlando closer to him and whispered into the ear closest to him. “I want to be back inside of you; I already miss being there.”
Viggo’s words stirred something deep inside Orlando, something that he would examine later, when he wasn’t so wrapped up in what they were doing. Speaking of wrapping… Orlando reached over to the nightstand and snagged another condom. “Shall I?” he asked as he held the packet between them.
“No,” Viggo said as he quickly reversed their positions, Orlando flat on his back with Viggo looming over him. “This time I get to do the honors.”
Orlando watched as Viggo made short work of the packet, rolling the latex onto his still-hard shaft. He snagged the bottle from the foot of the bed and quickly covered it with the clear liquid.
Viggo lifted his eyes to Orlando’s. “Do you need… are you still slick enough to do this again?” he asked, uncertain as to what he should do at this point.
Orlando planted his feet flat on the bed, opening himself up to Viggo. “You can never use too much lube,” he said with a grin, easing some of the tension that had stolen over Viggo.
Bracing his weight on his left arm, Viggo lowered his right hand to Orlando’s crease.
“Just like before,” Orlando instructed. “Circle the ring a few times, then dip inside and make sure it’s still slick. But don’t you dare touch my prostate,” he warned, though he was smiling.
A blond eyebrow arched and Orlando realized that he should have just kept his mouth shut. He bit his lower lip as Viggo did as Orlando asked, circling the outer ring before coating the walls again. Viggo grinned as he ran the pad of his finger over the soft bump, earning a smack to his thigh for the teasing touch.
“Fucker,” Orlando teased as he hooked a calf around the back of Viggo’s thigh and pulled the man toward him. “Get over here and finish the job.”
“Bossy,” Viggo retorted as he took himself in hand and slowly nudged the furled aperture, sighing as Orlando’s body relaxed, allowing him back inside.
“Love, you haven’t seen bossy yet.” Orlando rolled his hips, taking Viggo deeper into his body, relishing the connection he felt as their bodies became one.
Viggo braced himself on his hands, Orlando’s legs hooked under his arms, his heels digging into Viggo’s back. Viggo leaned over Orlando while his cock slid in and out of the slippery-wet heat of Orlando’s body. “Feels so good,” Viggo murmured. “Never felt anything quite like this before.”
Once Viggo found his rhythm, Orlando couldn’t hold back any longer. His moans and broken curses filled the air as Viggo’s cock brushed repeatedly over his sweet spot. The closer he came to his release, the more vocal he became. Wanting to avoid a repeat from earlier, Viggo slowed his movements.
“Want to kiss you,” Orlando breathed out, using his thighs to draw the older man in closer to his body.
“Okay,” Viggo replied shakily, dropping to his elbows. The movement caused his cock to slide inside Orlando’s clenching channel even further. They both groaned as their lips met and their bodies touched from chest to groin.
“Keep moving,” Orlando urged, griping Viggo’s ass, lifting up to meet Viggo thrust for thrust. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved as one. Inside the cavern of their joined lips, moist from the heat of their continuous kissing, wet muscles met and tangled with its mate.
“I’m close,” Orlando breathed into Viggo’s ear. He shifted to allow room for his hand to slide between their bodies. Viggo felt the movement, resting on one arm to join Orlando’s hand encircling the other man’s cock. “Come for me,” Orlando gasped.
Viggo heard the words, not registering the meaning until he felt the tight passage constricting around his erection.
“Come with me, Viggo.”
The soft-spoken words were all it took for Viggo to loosen the thin tendrils of restraint he had been holding on to. Thrusting forward, he shifted his hips, lifting Orlando’s hips up off the bed. Orlando’s reaction was immediate. He tightened his grip on his cock, feeling his release spurt through his and Viggo’s fingers.
Viggo felt his body tingle; his feet shifted on the bed, allowing him to thrust harder and harder into Orlando’s body. “I’m coming, Lan,” Viggo panted through heavy breaths. “This is it, this is …” His release slammed into him, stealing both voice and breath. He slumped down on top of Orlando, barely registering warm arms encircling his body, holding them in place.
Part 11
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.
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Confessions - Part 10
Viggo nodded. “More than anything. I want to be inside of you, loving you.”
Orlando closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips gently against Viggo’s, lingering for a moment before pulling away, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Good, because that’s exactly where I want you. Funny how things worked out to our mutual satisfaction, yeah?” he teased as he slid from Viggo’s lap and moved to the side of the bed, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand.
Viggo’s heart beat frantically at the thought of what they were about to do, but he was not turning back. No, he wanted this, and he wanted it with Orlando. The question was, when they were finished, would Orlando want him, or was this a one time thing for the young man? He doubted it, seeing as how patient Orlando was being with him. He didn’t think Orlando would go through this much trouble and then just cast him aside. Feeling a tad bit self-conscious about his nudity, he rolled to his side and watched as Orlando shuffled through the drawer’s contents, mumbling to himself.
Pens, pencils, travel packets of Kleenex were all pushed aside as Orlando searched for the supplies they would need. After setting the bottle of Astro Glide next to his alarm clock, he began his search for condoms. “I think I have some in here somewhere,” Orlando said as he pulled several magazines from the drawer and sat them on the pillow beside him. His jostling caused them to slide down onto the bed, landing next to where Viggo was laying.
Viggo’s eyes widened as he came face to face with a shirtless young man standing in a swimming pool, hands linked behind his head, the toned chest and abs defined from many hours of working out. Freshman it said in large white letters across the top of the publication. Dragging his eyes from the young man’s body, he caught the names of two additional magazines. Playgirl and GQ. Viggo’s body flushed with arousal as he realized why Orlando had them in his bedside table.
His wayward thoughts were interrupted when something cold hit him in the chest. He picked up the black bottle he found laying next to him. Axe Body Spray, the label read.
“Trying to tell me something?” Viggo asked as he opened the lid and pressed the nozzle, a mist of musky smelling fragrance drifting down onto the bed.
“Aha!” Orlando shouted triumphantly as he found three turquoise packets and placed them beside the bottle of Astro Glide. So focused on his search for condoms, he failed to hear Viggo’s question. It was the musky scent that had him looking over his shoulder.
“Sorry?”
Viggo held the can up. “I was wondering if you were trying to tell me something.”
Orlando shook his head and laughed. “No,” he said as he turned on the bed so that he was facing Viggo. “My mother gave that to me for Christmas. Said that she hoped it worked on men as well as women,” he stated as he reached out and took the can from Viggo. “I called her after New Years and told her that it does.”
Viggo felt a pang of jealousy at Orlando’s admission. He didn’t want to think of Orlando with anyone else.
Noticing the serious look on Viggo’s face, he dropped the can onto the floor and cupped the man’s cheek, tilting Viggo’s head back so he could see him. “Viggo?”
Pushing aside the negative thoughts, Viggo shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I know that you’ve been with other men; that you had to learn what you know from somewhere. I don’t know. I guess I’m jealous for all of the times you've been with someone else, even before I knew you. Foolish thoughts, I know.”
Orlando’s heart went out to the man who had defied everything he had been taught was right and true, finally finding the courage to act on the feelings he had set aside all those years ago.
“No, not foolish, Viggo. It means a lot to me that you think of me... in that way. I’m not ashamed to admit that I've been jealous of the church and your devotion to it. I’m surprised that I finally got up the nerve to approach you. I took a huge risk and I am thankful that it paid off. You could have very easily cast me out of the confessional booth this morning, but you didn't,” Orlando said with a small smile.
Viggo lifted his hand from the bed and cradled Orlando’s cheek. “I'll admit to being shocked that you came on to me when you did, Orlando. I never dreamed that the man I'd watched from afar would show such interest in me.”
“You really have no idea of how appealing you are, do you?” Orlando asked as he looked into twin pools of blue. “You are the most kind, compassionate, and caring person I have ever met. Those are traits that anyone in their right mind would be attracted to. Add to that your rugged good looks and eyes that remind me of the sky on a clear summer day and I can guarantee you that if celibacy had not been part of the bargain when you pledged your life to the church, you’d have women lined up around the block. I’ve seen the way they watch you. I’m sure they’ve entertained some seriously filthy fantasies about you, just like I have,” Orlando said as he gently pushed Viggo back so that he was lying on the bed once more. He reached up and pushed the magazines to the floor, out of their way.
Orlando had noticed that Viggo’s cock was at half-mast, something that had happened when Viggo had gone quiet and contemplative on him a few moments ago. Not completely gone, just not as interested in things as it had been before. The next few minutes would remedy that situation, Orlando thought as he reached over to the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of lube and a condom.
“Well, maybe not just like mine since they’re women. I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate that delicious cock of yours sliding into their arse, stretching them wide,” he said as he dropped the condom on the bed beside his knee. He popped the bottle’s lid and poured a small amount of the clear liquid in his hand, flipping the top closed before laying the bottle aside. He wrapped his hand around Viggo’s softening shaft, slowly coaxing it back to life. “I would, though. Or rather, I will. Once you’re completely hard again, I’ll slip a condom on you, and then prep myself, stretching the ring of muscle so I can take you in.”
Viggo’s cock responded the moment Orlando's fingers started to move. This is all too familiar; we've been here before, Viggo thought to himself. Wanting more, yet afraid that if Orlando continued to stroke him he would come, he placed his hand on Orlando’s wrist, halting the motion. “Orlando, any more of that and this will be over before it begins. Hand me a condom and I’ll put it on. I do remember that from sex-education, way back when.”
“I have complete faith that you know the basics; however, I'd like the privilege of preparing you. Is that okay?” he asked as he reached for the foil packet.
“Yes, just… no teasing,” Viggo requested. “I want this to be good for you, as well.”
“No teasing,” Orlando agreed. Fingers slippery from the lube, he slid the corner of the packet between his teeth, tearing the package open that way. A soft moan escaped from between Viggo's lips as he watched. Package open, Orlando placed the condom over the head of Viggo's erection and slowly slid the latex into place, following it down with his lube-covered hand. He couldn't decide which sight was more enticing, seeing Viggo's cock glistening with latex and lube or seeing the light shade of Viggo's eyes deepen as lust and desire made itself known once again.
Viggo watched, entranced, as Orlando poured more of the viscous liquid into his palm, and then rubbed two fingers through the substance before leaning back and sliding the fingers between his legs. One of Orlando's legs blocked Viggo’s view, so he leaned forward and pressed the leg down toward the bed, giving him an unobstructed view. Viggo's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Orlando's fingers sliding in and out of his body.
Viggo's fingers ached to touch Orlando where he was touching himself. Unconsciously, he reached out and ran a fingertip over the puckered entrance that was currently being stretched by scissoring digits.
“Feel free to join me,” Orlando gasped between panting breaths. “It feels fucking incredible to be filled like this; it'll feel bloody brilliant to have your fingers alongside my own.”
Viggo reached for the bottle and quickly coated his index and middle finger. He slid the pad of his index finger around the slowly loosening hole. Orlando’s movement’s halted, but he did not remove his fingers.
“Okay, when I say, I want you to slide your index finger between my two fingers, form a triangle of sorts with our fingers” he said as he tried to relax his body more. After a few deep breaths, he nodded. “All right, just… go slow.”
Viggo’s stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation as he watched his finger slowly disappear into the stretched aperture. When his palm was snug against Orlando’s pale skin, he released the breath he was not aware he had been holding. Incredible heat surrounded him, and though the outer ring of muscle had been stretched, the inside of Orlando’s body hugged their fingers tightly.
Orlando moaned as Viggo’s finger slowly breeched him, the thick digit stretching him even more. “Feels so good. Now, back out slowly, but not all the way. Follow my motion,” he instructed and slowly relaxed as Viggo caught the slow rhythm. In and out their joined fingers went, slowly but surely stretching him for what was yet to come.
“Remember when I showed you what the prostate felt like? Where it’s located?” Orlando asked, precome welling in the slit of his cock.
“Yeah.”
Orlando held Viggo’s hand in place and slowly removed his own fingers. “See if you can find it,” he taunted as he wrapped his fist around his aching cock, stroking the shaft slowly.
Viggo carefully added his middle finger to the equation and began to probe the snug channel, searching for the nub that Orlando said would bring him pleasure. He gently stroked the walls with the pads of his fingers, wondering if he would actually be able to find it on… His cock jumped from the lust-strained groan that erupted from Orlando’s chest as he ran his finger over the soft bump.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Orlando moaned as he closed his eyes and let the exquisite feeling of pleasure wash over him.
Now that Viggo had found it, he decided to get a little of his own back. He ran the pads of his finger around the nub and watched as Orlando’s breathing was quickly reduced to panting. “Viggo, please… stop. Enough,” he gasp.
Viggo slowly removed his fingers, trailing the backs of them over the drawn up sac and higher, tracing the thick vein that ran the length of Orlando’s flushed cock.
“One of these days I’m going to fuck myself on those thick fingers of yours until I come,” Orlando said as he pushed Viggo down onto the bed, capturing the man’s lips in a bruising kiss.
Viggo wound both hands into the sienna curls and returned the kiss with equal intensity. He groaned his disappointment when Orlando pulled away. He watched as Orlando sat back on his knees and reached for the bottle of lube one last time, quickly flipping the cap and drizzling the liquid over Viggo’s latex-covered cock.
After assuring himself that it was sufficiently covered, Orlando’s eyes met Viggo’s, everything he felt for the man shining in them. “Right now, though, I’m going to ride you until you scream,” he said as he blindly reached behind himself, finding the slick shaft and pressing it against his aching hole. Letting gravity do the work for him, Orlando slowly slid down onto Viggo’s waiting cock.
Viggo’s hands flew to Orlando’s hips and fought the urge to bury himself inside Orlando’s body. As he slid into the snug channel, Viggo felt an intense heat and pressure like he had never encountered before. The sensation was too much for him. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his release, but as soon as Orlando shifted and started sliding back up off his cock, Viggo’s orgasm was ripped from his body.
“Ohhh, Orlando…” Viggo stuttered as his cock started filling his condom. “I'm sorry... I couldn't...” he panted as his body trembled through his release. “I didn't want this to end.” A warm blush covered Viggo's face as he closed his eyes, not wanting to read the disappointment on Orlando's face.
Orlando leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Viggo’s forehead. “Viggo? Love? Look at me, please,” he requested.
“I’m so sorry,” Viggo whispered when he finally found the courage to open his eyes. “I tried to hold back…”
Orlando placed a finger against Viggo’s lips. “I want you to listen to me, okay? There is nothing wrong with you coming like that. Honestly, for your first time, I’m surprised you held out that long, considering the amount of foreplay we’ve engaged in this evening.”
“But you didn’t…”
“No, I didn’t come. At least, not yet,” he said before brushing his lips against Viggo’s.
Viggo’s spirits lifted a bit after hearing Orlando's soothing words. He still felt ashamed for coming so soon, but with the care that Orlando had been taking with him so far, he would allow the younger man to continue to lead them in their lovemaking.
“I can feel you. You’re still hard inside of me, which means this isn’t over, as far as I’m concerned,” Orlando said as he braced his hands on the bed beside Viggo and sat up. “You want me to keep going like this, or would you rather take the lead?”
“You want me to take over? I'm not sure... I mean…” Viggo replied, not sure if he was up to the task of leading them anywhere. “Show me what to do.”
Orlando reached behind him, grabbing the edge of the condom as he slowly slid himself off of Viggo’s cock. “I want you to make love to me,” he said as he carefully removed the used latex and tied it off, dropping it into the trashcan that sat near his bed. “Would you like that? If not, it’s okay. I can take care of this myself,” he said as he looked down at his flushed and leaking cock. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you’re not ready for. I’m just saying that there are other options other than making love.”
“You're not pressuring me. You've taken such good care of me; I want to return the favor.” Viggo sat up and cupped Orlando's face in his palm; he brought Orlando closer to him and whispered into the ear closest to him. “I want to be back inside of you; I already miss being there.”
Viggo’s words stirred something deep inside Orlando, something that he would examine later, when he wasn’t so wrapped up in what they were doing. Speaking of wrapping… Orlando reached over to the nightstand and snagged another condom. “Shall I?” he asked as he held the packet between them.
“No,” Viggo said as he quickly reversed their positions, Orlando flat on his back with Viggo looming over him. “This time I get to do the honors.”
Orlando watched as Viggo made short work of the packet, rolling the latex onto his still-hard shaft. He snagged the bottle from the foot of the bed and quickly covered it with the clear liquid.
Viggo lifted his eyes to Orlando’s. “Do you need… are you still slick enough to do this again?” he asked, uncertain as to what he should do at this point.
Orlando planted his feet flat on the bed, opening himself up to Viggo. “You can never use too much lube,” he said with a grin, easing some of the tension that had stolen over Viggo.
Bracing his weight on his left arm, Viggo lowered his right hand to Orlando’s crease.
“Just like before,” Orlando instructed. “Circle the ring a few times, then dip inside and make sure it’s still slick. But don’t you dare touch my prostate,” he warned, though he was smiling.
A blond eyebrow arched and Orlando realized that he should have just kept his mouth shut. He bit his lower lip as Viggo did as Orlando asked, circling the outer ring before coating the walls again. Viggo grinned as he ran the pad of his finger over the soft bump, earning a smack to his thigh for the teasing touch.
“Fucker,” Orlando teased as he hooked a calf around the back of Viggo’s thigh and pulled the man toward him. “Get over here and finish the job.”
“Bossy,” Viggo retorted as he took himself in hand and slowly nudged the furled aperture, sighing as Orlando’s body relaxed, allowing him back inside.
“Love, you haven’t seen bossy yet.” Orlando rolled his hips, taking Viggo deeper into his body, relishing the connection he felt as their bodies became one.
Viggo braced himself on his hands, Orlando’s legs hooked under his arms, his heels digging into Viggo’s back. Viggo leaned over Orlando while his cock slid in and out of the slippery-wet heat of Orlando’s body. “Feels so good,” Viggo murmured. “Never felt anything quite like this before.”
Once Viggo found his rhythm, Orlando couldn’t hold back any longer. His moans and broken curses filled the air as Viggo’s cock brushed repeatedly over his sweet spot. The closer he came to his release, the more vocal he became. Wanting to avoid a repeat from earlier, Viggo slowed his movements.
“Want to kiss you,” Orlando breathed out, using his thighs to draw the older man in closer to his body.
“Okay,” Viggo replied shakily, dropping to his elbows. The movement caused his cock to slide inside Orlando’s clenching channel even further. They both groaned as their lips met and their bodies touched from chest to groin.
“Keep moving,” Orlando urged, griping Viggo’s ass, lifting up to meet Viggo thrust for thrust. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved as one. Inside the cavern of their joined lips, moist from the heat of their continuous kissing, wet muscles met and tangled with its mate.
“I’m close,” Orlando breathed into Viggo’s ear. He shifted to allow room for his hand to slide between their bodies. Viggo felt the movement, resting on one arm to join Orlando’s hand encircling the other man’s cock. “Come for me,” Orlando gasped.
Viggo heard the words, not registering the meaning until he felt the tight passage constricting around his erection.
“Come with me, Viggo.”
The soft-spoken words were all it took for Viggo to loosen the thin tendrils of restraint he had been holding on to. Thrusting forward, he shifted his hips, lifting Orlando’s hips up off the bed. Orlando’s reaction was immediate. He tightened his grip on his cock, feeling his release spurt through his and Viggo’s fingers.
Viggo felt his body tingle; his feet shifted on the bed, allowing him to thrust harder and harder into Orlando’s body. “I’m coming, Lan,” Viggo panted through heavy breaths. “This is it, this is …” His release slammed into him, stealing both voice and breath. He slumped down on top of Orlando, barely registering warm arms encircling his body, holding them in place.
Part 11