Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: Viggo celebrates his 51st birthday with Orlando. 

Archive: Mirrormere, my site.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: PWP, bondage, post-coital rimming, shoddy editing. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: Happy birthday, Viggo! I cobbled this ficlet together within an hour, so excuse any mistakes. 

The most wonderful smell pulled Viggo out of his deep sleep. He groaned when he noticed that the alarm clock read 7 am, which was about 4 hours after he passed out. It was his own damn fault -- Orlando had flown out to see him while he was promoting The Road. They hadn´t seen each other for weeks, so Viggo had insisting on ringing in his 51st by tying Orlando to the bed and having his wicked way with him. 

Despite Orlando´s insistent pleas of Please and Oh God, I´m going to kill you if you don´t fucking get inside of me and You sodding cunt Viggo had drawn everything out; teasing Orli until sweat beaded on his smooth skin and he was vibrating with need. 

And still, Viggo didn´t give him any relief. He noticed that Orli was so sensitive now that the smallest bit of contact would cause the slim body to shudder. Faced with such a big temptation, Viggo couldn´t help but to give in. 

He puffed air at Orlando´s nipple, chuckling when the large disc crinkled into a diamond hard point. Orlando let out a fresh round of ear-blistering curses, but Viggo didn´t listen... he had a new toy and he was determined to enjoy it. Soft nips and licks, followed by a hot breath on the sensitized flesh; he mapped his way down Orlando´s body, ignoring the twitching shaft just inches from his face. 

"Please..." Orlando moaned again, and his eyes are so fever bright with hunger that Viggo can´t stop himself from plunging into Orlando´s already prepared body. 

Viggo still draws it out, until Orlando´s fingernails are scrabbling against the headboard, and his heels are digging frantically into Viggo´s back. Babbled words are pouring from Orli´s parted lips; he spins a number of scenarios in his lust-soaked voice, each one more filthy and obscene than the last. 

He´s trying to shatter Viggo´s control, and Viggo holds out as long as he can, but he soon surrenders. Stars explode behind Viggo´s eyelids as he slams forward, and then the world melts around him. He´s still dizzy when he comes down and pulls out. Orlando is glaring at him with murder in his eyes, but he soon changes his mind when Viggo slides down. 

Orlando sucks in a small breath in anticipation, and then Viggo´s tongue stabs home, burying itself into his freshly fucked hole. Orli can´t speak any more -- he´s thrashing under Viggo´s hands and letting out strangled sobs. 

Finally, Viggo reaches for Orlando´s cock. The skin over the head is stretched tight and turning purple, and Viggo tugs on the twitching shaft hard while he stabs his tongue in as deep as it can go, curling it to brush over Orlando´s prostate. Orlando goes over the edge immediately, screaming until his voice is raw and painting his chest with stream after stream of pearly fluid. 

He´s barely conscious when Viggo unties him, and the two of them fall asleep soon after. 

***

Orlando waits until Viggo sits up before he sets the cup of spicy hot chocolate down on the breakfast tray. The only other object is a single chocolate covered eclair. 

"I don´t like eclairs," Viggo says after raising an eyebrow. 

"That´s for me," Orlando replies. He gives Viggo a lazy smile and then opens wide before he pops the entire pastry into his mouth. 

Viggo is practically salivating while Orlando finishes his considerable mouthful. Orli kisses the tip of Viggo´s nose and says, "Too bad you can´t get it up for another round, now that you´re an ancient old tosser." 

Orlando should know better after all this time to challenge Viggo. He´s soon tackled, and Viggo has that insane look in his eyes. The one that tells Orlando that he´ll be lucky if he can put his brain back together after Viggo´s done with him. 

Over the next few hours, Orlando eats his words, while Viggo shows him exactly what he can do with his hands, his tongue, and his very considerable naughty imagination. 

THE END