TITLE: Heart and Shoulder (3/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Celebrating with flair and without clothes (Alternating POV)
FEEDBACK: Do you remember the taste of feedback, Mr. Frodo? Well,
I do – and I love it! Give it to me, please!
WARNINGS: Smut + Sap = Smap; post-coital rimming
DISCLAIMER: I made this all up in my crazy little head. It's
FICTION
ARCHIVE: I'd be honored, just let me know where it's going
AUTHOR'S NOTES: ***** denotes a POV change. A permanent thank
you my darling Lostiawen for her support and beta skills
"Is the door locked?" I ask breathlessly.
"Yes."
"Did you tip the limo driver?"
"Of course."
"Did you make sure to turn the ringer on the phone off? I don't
want to be interrupted by–"
"Orli, everything's done," Viggo laughs. "Relax, love."
"I don't want to relax. I want to fuck you until you're screaming
my name," I tell him, grabbing his firm arse and grinding my very obvious
arousal against his own.
Viggo's mouth falls open slightly and a small whimper escapes his lips.
"Yes," he pleads.
"You looked so fucking sexy tonight. It took all of my willpower
not to jump you right there on the red carpet," I murmur as my fingers
expertly strip off Viggo's tie and toss it to the side, not caring where
it falls.
"I can only imagine how that would have been received," he chuckles.
"Mmm, it would've been scandalous," I purr, beginning to steer us to
the bedroom.
"Yeah, and I'm not sure that I would have liked anyone seeing that
beautiful expression on your face when you come," he adds.
"It's for your eyes only?"
"Exactly."
We make it to our room just as Viggo pushes my tux jacket off of my
shoulders, and I smile at the soft sound of the fabric landing on the floor.
"I really should hang that up," I comment. "It's an Armani; those
are bloody expensive, you know."
"I'll iron it for you if it gets wrinkled," he promises, shedding his
own jacket and pressing his hard body against me. Warm lips press
against my neck, making me shiver and forget all thoughts of designer menswear.
"Besides, weren't *you* the one who wanted to be naked as fast as possible?"
"Good point." I go back to work undressing him, nimbly unbuttoning
his shirt and tossing it aside; next to go is his undershirt and belt.
Our socks and shoes are hastily kicked off and we separate just long enough
to undo our own trousers. I quickly take off my shirt, throwing it
across the room where it lands gracefully in the wicker hamper.
Now we're standing in just our underwear, and I practically launch
myself at Viggo. "God, you're so sexy," I growl. Yes, that's
right – I growl. This is the kind of effect that my boyfriend has
on me.
My hands skim all over his body, roaming over his broad back and coming
to settle over his arse once again. I doubt that anyone would blame
me for saying that his arse is one of my favorite parts of his body.
Of course, I also adore his cock, his chest, his mouth, his hands . . .
I mean, it's really impossible to choose just one as my absolute favorite.
"What do you want, Orli?" he whispers, his tongue flicking against
my ear.
"You," I answer simply. "I want you. I want to be so deep
inside of you that I forget where I end and you begin."
Viggo's eyes darken at my statement, and I feel his cock twitch against
me through his boxers. Fuck it all, this bloody kit has to come off
so that we can be starkers right *now*! My hands fumble with his
waistband for a second before the stubborn material complies and his underwear
falls to the ground. He steps out of his last remaining item of clothing
and then finishes undressing me.
I gasp as one of his hands grips my cock and slides his thumb over
the head. "I need you, baby," he pleads.
*****
Orli pushes me gently onto the bed and then climbs over me, showing
me that brilliant smile that I adore so much. Almost immediately,
it changes into a predatory grin that makes me shiver all the way down
to my toes. "You need me to fuck you?" he asks.
Holy fuck. His voice has dropped almost an octave and is dripping
pure sex. "Y-yes," I whimper, sounding way too needy. Of course,
I *am* extremely needy. I just hope that Orli isn't planning to make
me beg.
Thankfully, it appears that he's just as desperate as I am, and begging
doesn't seem to be part of his agenda. After giving me a brief but
brutal kiss, he pulls away and reaches into the drawer of our nightstand
for a tube of lubricant. My heart thumps loudly in my chest as I
watch him spread the gel on his fingers, anticipation building throughout
my body.
When the first finger slips into me, I whimper shamelessly and arch
up to meet the touch. Orli understands my silent plea and immediately
adds a second finger. He leans down to kiss me as he starts sliding
his fingers in and out of me in a slow rhythm that makes me squirm with
impatience. Finally, he curls his fingers and hits that all-important
spot, making me cry out alternately with need and relief.
"More," I plead.
"Mmm, like this?" he asks, pushing a third finger in.
"Yes," I gasp.
"That's what I thought."
His fingers continue to explore and prepare me for a few more moments,
touching what seems like every sensitive area inside of me before finally
withdrawing. I hold back the whine that's on the tip of my tongue,
because I know that what's coming next is far better than what I just experienced.
I watch hungrily as Orli slathers lube over his cock, his own eyes trained
on me with an almost unnerving lust and intensity.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" His voice is still that sex-kitten
purr, and I feel a jolt go through me.
"More than ready."
"Say it, Viggo."
"Fuck me," I moan, spreading my legs wider. "Take me, Orlando."
That's exactly what he does. Without sparing a moment, he wraps
my legs around his waist; I have only a split second to register the change
in my position before he's thrust all the way into me, filling me so completely
that I wail with pleasure. Whenever Orli drops his inhibitions and
lets his instincts take over, the result is always explosive. I love
being possessed by him, and any reminder that he desires me this thoroughly
is always wonderful.
For a moment, Orli is completely still inside of me, his eyes closed
and his mouth slightly open. The pleasure shows clearly on his face,
making me shiver with desire. I can feel his cock pulsing within
me, and it's starting to drive me mad that he's not doing anything.
Come on, give me more!
Thankfully, I'm not the only one who needs more. Opening his
eyes to give me a brilliant look of love, Orli puts his hands on either
side of my head and begins to deliver the thrusts that I've been awaiting
for what seems like an eternity. It's such a feeling of completion
when he claims me like this, and as he thrusts into me hard and fast, there's
nothing but sheer bliss coursing through my body and soul.
Over and over he drives into me, each of his strokes just as charged
as the previous one. His pace is merciless, but I certainly don't
mind. After all the intensity of tonight, all the attention we got,
all the questions, after all the worries we had about everything going
smoothly, there's such an incredible sense of relief that we survived the
evening. And with each hard thrust, whatever worries we had about
tonight are seemingly being exorcized from our bodies.
"You feel so hot, so tight," he tells me between thrusts, his warm
breath fanning over my neck as he leans down to kiss the hollow of my throat.
The sensation of his tongue sliding up and down my neck makes me shiver,
and I bury my fingers in his curls, seeking more contact. Orli lifts
his mouth from my sensitive skin, but before I can protest, his lips are
on mine. I moan into the kiss, then gladly part my lips when his
tongue seeks entry to my mouth.
The kiss starts out gentle, but quickly turns into a veritable tsunami
of lips, tongue, and teeth. And all the while, there's that delicious
thrusting going on, which is getting even more fevered as the kiss continues.
My cock is twitching neglected against my stomach, leaking pre-come and
begging for some contact; but when I try to reach down and stroke myself,
Orli breaks away from the kiss and shakes his head at me.
"No, not yet. Don't come yet," he pants.
"Why not? Need to . . . please!" I groan.
"You will," he assures me, running a soothing hand over my chest.
"Trust me. I know what I'm doing." Orli winks and gives me
a devilish smile before flicking one of my nipples.
"Christ!" I exclaim. "That's not fair!" Damnit, he *knows*
that's one of my sensitive spots!
"I didn't say I'd be fair," he laughs.
"But you–"
He silences me by kissing me again. My fingers tighten in his
hair as he ravages my mouth with his talented tongue, causing me to mewl
softly and thrust back against him. Orli groans and plunges his cock
into me with added fervor, and the more he fucks me with such delicious
abandon, the more aware that I grow of my own need.
Tearing his mouth from mine, Orli gasps as he thrusts shallowly, the
slightly wild look in his eyes telling me that he's close to coming.
His thrusts are even sharper, his hands are now gripping my hips firmly,
and his breath is doing that little hitching thing it does whenever he
nears orgasm. When his tongue darts out to lick his kiss-swollen
lips, my cock surges at the sight. He's so unbelievably sexy when
he's debauched.
I'm mesmerized by watching him, even as my body is rocked by a multitude
of strong sensations, and my eyes widen when his body suddenly draws tense.
I know what that means – he's coming. I shudder and moan at the feeling
of him spilling into me with one final, hard thrust, keeping my eyes on
Orli all the while. His eyes struggle vainly to stay open, his lips
tremble as his mouth forms a perfect 'O', his back arches gracefully, and
he's impossible to look away from.
Quickly regaining his senses, Orli takes a deep breath and looks down
at me with a feral smile. I shiver at the realization that he's far
from being done with me. He slowly withdraws from my body, making
me whimper in spite of myself; I can't help it – he just feels so perfect
inside of me. Feeling devastatingly aroused and unallowed to touch
myself, I bite my lip out of frustration and wait for him to do something,
*anything* to bring me some relief.
"Relax, Viggo," he laughs huskily.
"I can't," I say, my voice sounding strained. I arch upwards,
trying to rub against him. "I need you. I need to come.
Don't tease me, Orlando."
*****
Oh man, I *can't* tease him anymore. He's way too luscious when
he begs like this, looking like pure temptation as he's spread out below
me in a shameless pose of need – legs spread wide, cock impossibly hard,
back arched so he can attempt to reach me and gain some friction.
And now that I've achieved my own satisfaction, I can't deny him his own
release. Besides, I want to do something special for him; he's earned
that tonight.
Climbing off of him and positioning myself between his thighs, I part
the cheeks of his arse and unhesitatingly dive in, my mouth eagerly seeking
the entrance to Viggo's body. There's a sharp cry from above me as
I lick around the puckered hole, trying to get his tautly drawn body to
relax enough to let me in. Although Viggo has rimmed me after sex
several times, it's the first time I've done it to him – and I'm now wondering
what took me so long.
I finally slip my tongue inside of him, where he's all heat and tightness.
Both Viggo's taste and my own come are mixed together, and I hungrily start
to lick around so I can try to capture the one-of-a-kind flavor.
His fingers gently twine in my hair as I slowly fuck him with my tongue,
and the soft gasps of pleasure that he's letting out are only spurring
me on to push deeper into him. But I want to make him scream, to
truly make him lose control and come undone, so I have to step up my efforts.
When I close my hand around Viggo's long-neglected erection, I know
that I've achieved my goal. "Oh fuck, Orlando!" he yells, bucking
wildly and thrusting into my fist. "Fuck, fuck!" I try not
to laugh at his incredibly enthusiastic reaction and instead concentrate
on wanking him while continuing to plunge my tongue into his body as deeply
as I can.
The fingers in my hair tighten almost painfully when I synchronize
the rhythms of my tongue and my hand, but I don't mind. As long as
I know that Viggo's going crazy with pleasure, it's worth a little hair
being pulled. The moans and gasps get louder, and his entire body
is trembling as I know that he's approaching his climax. Redoubling
my efforts, I stroke his cock furiously and thrust my tongue into him one
last time.
That's what it takes for Viggo to at last find his release, arching
off the bed as he comes all over my hand and his stomach with a loud wail.
A second, softer wail (that sounds a bit like my name) follows the first
when I reluctantly withdraw my tongue from him and bestow a final lick
to the puckered hole before lying down next to my boyfriend. Those
gorgeous blue eyes are wider than usual as he looks at me with an expression
that I optimistically interpret as awe.
"What?" I ask with a grin, swirling a tongue around one of my now-sticky
fingers.
"You never did *that* before." Yeah, I think that's definitely
awe.
"You've done it to me," I remind him. "Plus, I've rimmed you
before sex. And you deserved something extra-special tonight.
Really, what better way could I reward you than by tongue-fucking you after
sex?" I tease.
Viggo blushes. That's right: he blushes. "I can't think
of any better way."
"Neither can I." I finish licking the stickiness from my hand,
then quickly retrieve our stash of wet-naps so I can clean up Viggo's stomach.
Once that's done, I jump under the blankets and wrap myself in warmth.
Even though it's a balmy Los Angeles night outside, nothing sounds better
right now than curling up under the covers. Okay, one thing could
make it better. "C'mon, Vig," I urge, giving him the puppy dog eyes.
"Join me for a snuggle."
*****
Like I could resist that entreaty even if I wanted to. The prospect
of a nice snuggle with Orli after sex is always appealing, but tonight
it's even more so. I'm physically and mentally exhausted from all
the pomp and circumstance of the evening, and wrapping Orli up in my arms
is just what I need to make all of that melt away.
"I love kissing you," Orli sighs, settling into my arms.
"I love holding you," I reply.
"I love looking at you." He traces a finger over my lips, then
up over my cheekbones to my ears.
"I love being with you." I smile and kiss his curls. "And
I'm so proud of what you did tonight."
"What *I* did?" he asks with a frown.
"Yes. I may have been the one who had a lot of difficulty with
coming out, but you deserve just as much credit for taking this step.
It was one of the most important things you've ever done, and you've showed
so much courage by doing this."
"Thank you," he says softly.
Tightening my arms around him, my smile widens and my nose affectionately
nudges his. "Thank *you*," I murmur.
"For what?"
"For having faith in me all this time. For standing by me and
giving me all the support and encouragement that I needed. And just
for being the best partner I ever could have asked for."
"Viggo . . ."
"I mean it, Orli. I never *once* reconsidered my pledge to come
out, and the reason is because I wanted to be able to show people how incredibly
lucky I was to have the love of the most beautiful, sweet, wonderful man
in the world."
"Well, it was easy for me to have faith in you. I knew that you
would do what you needed to for our relationship, and you proved me right.
I could never doubt your commitment to what we have."
"And I could never doubt yours," I tell him.
Orli smiles. "Good."
"So it's done, then," I say. "We're Out."
"Oh, yeah. I'd say that we're definitely Out. And how do
you feel, old man?"
"Free. And very in love."
He blushes and then lets out a loud yawn. "Um, I feel tired."
"Obviously," I laugh.
"Well, buggering you takes a lot of effort!" he protests, making me
laugh even harder.
"Get some sleep, love."
"Okay." He's already nodding off as his head droops on my shoulder.
"Love you so, so much."
"I love you more."
"Mmm, not possible."
I smile and kiss his head. "Okay then, elf boy. We'll call
it a tie."
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