Viggo turned his back on his lover, using the time it took to cross to their ‘toy chest’ to let his body calm down. Just the sight of Sean, naked, bound and blindfolded, was enough to excite him to the point of climax, especially when filming had kept them apart for almost a month. Their schedules were awful, but their reunions were always explosive and he didn’t want to rush.
Viggo scanned the items in the converted armoire. He had a plan for tonight all scripted out, but he was considering changing it. A new catalogue from their favorite BDSM store had come in the mail that morning and Sean had been fascinated by the page of medical devices. They didn’t own any… yet… but Viggo had an idea that might work just as well. He left the armoire and headed for their bedroom.
Sean was well into his submissive headspace – existing completely in the present moment, nothing in his mind but the sensations he was experiencing and Viggo. Viggo had stepped away, but his master’s last direction had been to relax.
He took a deep breath. The supple leather blindfold fit comfortably over his eyes, leaving him in complete darkness but sharpening his other senses. He could smell Viggo on the sheets and the leather of the blindfold, a combination that never failed to arouse him. There was no music playing in the room, but they’d left the CD player on in the living room and he could hear faint strains of jazz. He had heard Viggo’s bare feet as he had walked to the toy chest, but… Sean paused and listened… he couldn’t hear his lover now.
Shifting slightly, he changed the pressure on his arms, which were stretched above his head, to prevent them from falling asleep. He could feel the flickering heat on his hands from that candle on the headboard. He shivered with anticipation. Viggo might use the hot wax from the candle on him tonight. It had been a while since they had played with wax.
His legs were open, each ankle attached to a bed post with a leather cuff and chain. His front was cool. He could feel the ceiling fan moving the air and his nipples contracted as he concentrated on the feeling. His erection lay upright against his stomach. He’d been hard from the moment Viggo’s voice had deepened and ordered him to the playroom. His cock twitched now, just thinking about it.
“Eager for me,” Viggo said, approaching the bed and seeing Sean, nipples peaked and hard, cock leaking against his skin.
“Always, my king,” Sean answered, his choice of title had started as a joke but felt completely natural now.
Viggo stroked a hand up the golden body, starting at his lover’s ankle and moving up his leg, cupping his balls, stroking over his arousal, belly and chest, until his hand cradled the back of Sean’s head, pulling him up for a kiss. “I want you to lie still. You may only move when I give you leave. Do you understand?” he whispered against his lips.
Sean nodded obediently. “Yes, my king.”
Viggo started with a soft leather flogger on Sean’s arms, legs and chest, whipping him with increased force until his skin burned a beautiful pink. “You look gorgeous like this,” he praised, running his hand over the colored skin, feeling the warmth it radiated. With a snap of his wrist, the leather thongs struck the sensitive skin of his upper thigh.
Sean’s thighs trembled and a stream of liquid puddled on his stomach. His skin was numb and sensitive at the same time. He could feel the air as it moved over him. Viggo’s hand stroked his chest and he resisted the urge to arch up into the touch. His body craved Viggo’s touch.
“Do you have something you wish to say?” the artist asked.
Relief rushed through Sean at being allowed to speak. Viggo always seemed to be able to read his mind. “Please... please, my lord… more…”
“You will have more. I have a special surprise for you tonight if you are very, very good,” Viggo promised, laying aside the flogger and picking up a small porcelain bowl. He rested it directly on Sean’s belly button. He watched for Sean’s reaction. It was filled with ice. The head of Sean’s cock, red and swollen, pressed against the side of the bowl, droplets of condensation dripping over the heated skin, mixing with his own fluids, but the blond didn’t even twitch.
Viggo smiled his approval, even though Sean couldn’t see it. Taking a cube from the bowl, he moved it over the red skin, the cold darkening it to a deeper crimson. Holding the cube high above his lover’s chest, he let the melted liquid drip in unexpected splashes on the rosy nipples and across the furred chest. He could see Sean’s breath catch, but he didn’t flinch.
Reaching down, he released Sean’s ankles. “I want you to bend your knees and spread your legs wide open for me. I’m freeing you as a reward for obeying me. Don’t disappoint me.”
The threat of disappointing his king was far more of a deterrent than any punishment. Sean nodded, pulling his knees up and letting them fall open, baring himself.
Viggo picked up another cube, rubbing it over the tender skin the new position revealed. Sean’s balls drew up tight to his body, but his legs remained still. Leaving the cube to melt, nestled on top of the wrinkled sac, icy water dripping down into the cleft between his ass cheeks, Viggo reached for his surprise. He’d left the metal resting in a tray of ice, so it was almost painful to hold. He made a mental note to use a glove if they did this again. Sean’s reaction would determine that.
The metal wheel clinked as Viggo lifted it and Sean froze, unsure of the noise. The artist reached out, running the sharp points of the wheel in a line up the inside of Sean’s thigh. The blond moaned, his legs falling open wider. Viggo grinned. Oh yeah, they’d be doing this again. The wheel ran in random patterns over the Brit until his entire body was quivering, his muscles jumping uncontrollably.
“Come for me,” Viggo rasped, adding his mouth to the stimulation.
Sean thrust up blindly, fucking the heat of Viggo’s mouth, screaming his lover’s name as he came. Gasping for breath, his hips pulsing to the rhythm of his climax, Sean moaned, his hands clutching at the chains that still bound his upper body.
Viggo removed his mouth with a long, languid lick from base to tip, which he followed with a roll of the pointed wheel. His hand reached up and flipped the clasp on Sean’s collar and cuffs, releasing him. “I love you, baby,” he soothed, stretching out next to his lover on the bed.
Sean turned into the loving warmth of Viggo’s body, the security and familiarity of his arms providing a safe anchor while he came back to himself. He nuzzled Viggo’s neck. “God, I love you. That was fuckin’ brilliant.”
“I’m glad,” Viggo said, stroking Sean’s back.
“When did you get a nerve wheel?”
Viggo reached off the side of the bed and retrieved his ‘toy’. “I improvised,” he said, lifting the set of spurs he had sterilized and showing it to Sean.
Summary: Their schedules were awful, but their reunions were always explosive and he didn't want to rush.
Rated: NC-17
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: KinkChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 1273 Read: 1162
Published: 17 Aug 2009 Updated: 17 Aug 2009