Sean knows he shouldn't be enjoying this.
Deep down, a voice is telling him that this is sick, that he shouldn't have come, he shouldn't have nodded his consent, intrigued, he shouldn't have... but he is.
Enjoying this.
In a twisted, perverted, contorted way, something inside of him is opening, blossoming, flourishing, spreading.
Viggo spent hours arranging him.
The fingers splayed, the arms extended.
Soft rope, tight chains, warm leather.
The lights are strong, blinding.
The legs stretched, the knees locked.
Silk and cotton, and candles lit.
The nipples pierced, the mouth rubber-stroked.
Wrists and ankles, wrapped in cold metal.
Then, waiting.
The pain recedes slowly.
The soft click and blur and swhirl-swosh of the camera.
Reloading.
Click.
And click.
Viggo murmuring, moving, moulding him into pose, and pose, and pose, and pose.
Arsehole wide-open, slick lubricant.
Motion.
And pose.
Motion.
And click.
Viggo's hands, long fingers.
Cock straining, balls separated, tight.
Pose.
Click.
Petals on his chest, kisses on his thighs.
More sudden pain, the skin, swelling, bruised.
Focus.
"Not your face, Sean," Viggo said, "not your face in the pictures. I'll show you the negatives first. Only details."
More.
Click.
And pose.
Click.
"You'll like it."
Come on his belly.
Click.
Summary: Sean accepts to pose for Viggo. (Double drabble.)
Rated: NC-17
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 203 Read: 573
Published: 09 Aug 2009 Updated: 09 Aug 2009