Viggo woke, and sat up carefully, dropping the pillow behind his head. He dreamily regarded his toes. Then he looked at Sean's. Both of his feet were stretched across what Viggo considered HIS side of the bed. There were bent toes on their feet, Viggo's on his third and fourth toe where a horse had inconsiderately rested his heavy hoof. Sean's was on his left foot,the long second toe curled up into itself as if it hurt.
Viggo wondered, and ever happy to consider, crawled softly over the covers until his nose was on a level with a bony foot. He examined the said toe - which responded not at all to his smile. So he tried stimulation, - a puff of warm breath, front, a wriggle over, a breath on the back - nothing ! Perhaps - a long tongue licking and probing either side - ah, yes, a slight twitch resulted. Emboldened by this sign of life, Viggo leant down and closed his mouth softly around this poor sad curled-in toe, and warmed it, loving it to life.
Ahah! It wiggled, a decided action, Viggo was seized with joy at his success, and, without thinking, sucked vigorously, lipping and tonguing blissfully. He heard a snuffling snort-sound from the region of his own feet now at the top of the bed, and then it happened - his big toe was engulfed in a hot wet bristly sensation, and a feeling of teeth chipping and nibbling at the pad. A large warm hand emerged and grabbed his other ankle, bringing both of Viggo's feet together. Next thing , Viggo's two big toes were being absorbed into wetness, and an agile tongue lazily wandered around from one toe to another.
Viggo backed his head down from the foot, the now revived toe wiggling happily. His tongue found its way across the high arch, across the large blue veins; round the mount of the ankle, then, with a sudden convulsion, Viggo hunched himself in two. Finding the covers between himself and his ultimate objective, gave more violent heaves, until his nose was thoroughly thumped by a large, very firm part of Sean's anatomy demanding the same attention that had been awarded to the toe. More grunts and encouraging moans from the bedhead area with a second warm hand finding its way down Viggo's legs, until it dove into the crease between Viggo's thighs, where a woolly forest of crispy curls invited combing.
Viggo tried his breathing exercises first, eliciting a wave of greeting, then essayed his tongue exercises, finding an extremely vocal response from his feet end. He thought he heard words like "moore, you bugger.." and "oooh, gerron with it Vigs..." which, when translated from honeyed growled Yorkshire into American (West Coast) meant "EAT ME". So Viggo did just that,. Energetically, enjoyably, thoroughly, and cleaned up the dish after as well.
He lay with his head contentedly on the soft blond curls of Sean's belly, while the large hand, having now finished its own decidedly active occupation of a few minutes ago, gently stroked Viggos's lightly dampened hair, comfortably communicating. Viggo wondered, sleepily, if Sean's bent toe had been from a football injury? He told himself to remember to ask Sean if he had taken those all-important penalties with his left foot....?
Summary: Viggo finds he has a question a bit too early;
Rated: NC-17
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 551 Read: 823
Published: 11 May 2011 Updated: 11 May 2011