Viggo had quite the mouth on him.
Sometimes he drove Sean to distraction, engaging in furious debates, worrying points like a dog with a bone, then smiling and shrugging when challenged, murmuring how it wasn't that important, not important, not really.
Sometimes he made Sean laugh until his sides hurt, breath hitching in his throat, eyes watering as his cacophony mixed with Viggo's eager words tumbling one over another.
Sometimes he made Sean think, left him turning ideas over in his mind long into the night, long after Viggo'd spoken his final soft, slow syllable, drained the last dregs of beer and hit the sack.
Sometimes he left Sean speechless, struck dumb by the depth of feeling, of meaning he could convey in a single affectionate word.
Yes, Viggo had quite the mouth.
But despite his way with words, there was one thing that talented mouth was best at, one thing that drew low, shuddering groans from Sean's chest without fail.
Sean moaned, fingers reaching, tracing lips stretched over skin, sliding, curving, swallowing.
Yes indeed, Viggo was blessed with a talented mouth. And Sean -- lucky, lucky Sean -- was more than blessed to be on the receiving end of his orations.
Summary: Viggo's quite the orator.
Rated: R
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 202 Read: 792
Published: 18 Aug 2009 Updated: 18 Aug 2009