Viggo is kissing me so hard I don’t know how ‘e speaks at all.
“Say it, Sean. Any of ‘em.”
He makes me laugh when he’s like this but that’s not a complaint. It gets him to climb all over me so I’ll do whatever he bloody well wants.
He bites me…the fucker…nips into my mouth and it stings but it makes me smile, too, and he smiles at me smiling at him.
“Purple,” I say slowly and he practically fucking purrs as he slides away from my lips and moans into my ear, kissing me there and making me bury my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine so that I can tongue fuck him until he begs again.
“Another. Please.” This time there’s a bit of a sigh but there’s an edge to it as well.
Fuck. I’ll say anything he wants. Anytime. Anywhere.
“Paper.”
“Fuck,” ‘e says and grabs my arse and pulls me tight just so that he can rub himself side to side against my cock. He’s so fuckin’ hot with what he wants that I’m not quite sure he remembers I’m actually here until he prods me again, biting at my collarbone as he does so.
“My favorite, Sean. Please?”
“Ye don’t have just one favorite, do ye, Viggo?”
“No,” he whispers and I reach down to cup his hard cock in my hand, squeezing and feeling him throb for me.
“This’ll do then?” I pause and then say it softly. “Sea woooolves.”
“Ah, God, Sean. Fuck yes! God! I love it when you say that…”
He actually fucking shivers!
That reaction might have made me laugh outright if it didn’t make him drop to his knees and bite at me through my jeans. He catches me completely off guard and I fall back against the chair with him already undoing my buttons.
He looks like a bloody cat chasing catnip!
Or coming after cream. Maybe that’s what it is, come to think of it.
“Musket,” I offer.
Ah, sweet Jesus.
My jeans are gone now and all I know is his warm mouth around my cock.
“Lass,” I mumble and get nipped a little too hard for my trouble.
Bloody hell. I always forget about that!
“Lad! Lad. Lad.” I correct myself and he moans approvingly.
Fuck, that's so good.
I can feel myself close to the edge and I know there has to be one more - just one more word, one more phrase - that will inspire him to push me into that bliss.
“Shut up, Kay!” I groan and feel his throaty sounds around my cock as I come for the crazed bastard.
My crazed bastard – one with a fine appreciation of a Sheffield accent.
Summary: Viggo finds Sean's accent to be a powerful aphrodisiac.
Rated: R
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 474 Read: 913
Published: 16 Aug 2009 Updated: 16 Aug 2009