TITLE: Mango, Squash, and Kink (1/1)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com), Lostiawen (changeling@planetx.org)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Stress relief
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce on our steak, it's the cheese in our cake
WARNINGS: Bondage, toys, extreme kink, PWP
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of our *twisted* imagination.
It is *not* true
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop us a line so we can brag to our friends
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This came out of another chat between Lostiawen and
Elizabeth, who played Viggo and Orli, respectively. If anyone needed
further proof
that the two of us are insane, here is is. Hope you enjoy!
"How was the premiere, elf boy?" Viggo asked as he opened the front door for Orli.
"Don't fucking ask, Vig," Orli replied as he brushed past his friend and walked into the living room.
"Uh oh." Viggo went over to the liquor cabinet and opened it. "Any particular poison you'd like?"
"I don't want to get drunk, man. I would have gone back to the hotel bar if that was the case."
Viggo sat down on the couch and looked at Orli. "You just want to talk, then?"
"What the fuck is wrong with people?" Orli sighed as he paced around the room. "They look normal, and then they try to jump me!"
"They're teenaged girls, Orli," Viggo told him with a smile. "They get kind of extreme."
"Are *your* fans like this? I never see *you* getting marriage proposals from teenaged girls."
"No, I get marriage proposals from twenty-five year-olds. Not my style. But that's rare -- my fans are much calmer."
"So what *is* your style if it's not twenty-five year-old women?"
Viggo grinned "Twenty-six year-old British boys." He stood up and walked over to invade Orli's personal space. "I like them *very* much."
Orli lowered his eyes seductively. "Is that so?"
"Mm-hmm." He suddenly grabbed Orli and started kissing him; Orli responded by moaning loudly and grinding against him. Viggo's tongue wrapped around Orli's own, and his hands pushed up the other man's shirt.
Orli pulled away, breathing heavily. "It took you three fucking years to do this? I was about to give up on you."
"Quiet, elf boy." Viggo grabbed Orli again and ground against him.
The tables suddenly turned as Orli pushed Viggo against the wall. "No, you don't give *me* orders."
Viggo blinked in surprise. "Oh, really?"
Orli grinned wickedly. "Really." He paused for a moment. "I bet you've been eyeing my arse all this time, thinking what it would be like to fuck it, haven't you?"
"Fuck it, rim it, everything." He tried to grab Orli again, but the other man was too quick and managed to duck away.
"It's not that easy, Vig," Orli laughed.
Viggo sighed in exasperation. "I have you here and now you decide to play coy?"
"I'm not playing, Viggo."
"So what do you want, then?"
"For starters? I want you on your knees."
Viggo arched his eyebrow and gave Orli an appraising look. "Hmm, what do *I* get out of it, elf boy?"
"If you're good with that mouth of yours, you can rim me," Orli said in a sultry voice. "After all, that's what you want, isn't it?"
Suddenly, Viggo's jeans felt extremely tight. "Um . . . yeah . . ." He started to slowly kneel, but Orli impatiently pushed him down to his knees.
"Unzip me." Viggo's hands were batted away as they reached for Orli's zipper. "With your teeth, Vig," Orli laughed.
"Shit . . ." Viggo stretched up and slowly pulled the zipper down with his teeth. "Now what?"
Orli leisurely pulled his hard cock out of its denim confines. "I should hope you know what to do now." Viggo nodded, licking his lips before slowly running his tongue along the slit and circling the head of Orli's erection. "Oh, fuck yeah," Orli groaned, closing his eyes.
Viggo diligently took the head into his mouth and started sucking, then slowly worked his way down the erect shaft, making sure that he licked the underside as he went. "Take it all," Orli growled. "I know you can."
The only response that Viggo could give was, "Mrrmph." He managed to take Orli's entire cock in until his nose was brushing against curly pubic hair. Viggo was always eager when it came to new tasks, and this was no exception -- he was loving every moment of working the hard cock that was filling his mouth. His nails gently scraped against Orli's balls, making the other man shudder.
"Such a sweet mouth," Orli said, his tone bordering on reverence. "God, I knew you'd be good at this." Viggo smiled triumphantly around the hot flesh and continued bobbing up and down, swirling his tongue over the throbbing length before swallowing it whole again. Seeking even more pleasure from Viggo's expert mouth, Orli's hands tightened in his new lover's hair and he thrust his hips forward. Viggo's eyes widened in surprise, but he managed to open his throat to avoid gagging. "That's it, bitch," Orli hissed.
Viggo whimpered in response and allowed Orli to fuck his mouth, reveling in his own sluttishness. "Yes," Orli muttered under his breath, flexing his hips to thrust harder. His fingers gripping Orli's hips, Viggo welcomed the cock that was mercilessly ravaging his mouth, his tongue pressed against the sensitive vein on the underside.
Orli growled his approval and thrust twice more before coming hard. "Fuck!" he screamed as he erupted on Viggo's tongue. Viggo eagerly swallowed the thick jets of come that spilled into his throat, milking Orli's cock for every drop of the precious fluid. Orli laughed tiredly and allowed Viggo to clean his cock; it was only after every last bit of come had been swallowed that Viggo pulled away, his tongue pausing briefly for one last swipe along Orli's balls.
"Is that good enough?" Viggo asked in his best I'm-a-submissive-slut voice.
"Very good, my lovely," Orli murmured, pulling Viggo to his feet.
Viggo looked up at Orli with an almost shy gaze. "May I . . ." he breathed. "May I rim you? Please?"
"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom," Orli suggested with a smile.
Viggo grinned and rushed down the hallway ahead of Orli. "Eat my dust!" he shouted. Orli rolled his eyes at his friend's immaturity and raced Viggo to the bedroom, where he grabbed him and threw him onto the bed.
"Yowch!" Viggo yelped. "You've been working out!" He started struggling under Orli's weight.
"Nice try, Viggo," Orli said with a sly smile as he stood up. "Now stay there."
"And if I don't?"
Orli raised an eyebrow. "You won't be able to walk for a month." Viggo decided to stay where he was, realizing that this way he had a perfect view as Orli stripped off his clothes. "Now then," Orli said in a low voice, "what should I do with you?"
Viggo licked his lips and moaned at the sight of Orli's flawless body. "Whatever you want," he breathed.
"That gives me quite a menu to choose from," Orli chuckled. He climbed back on the bed and pulled off Viggo's shirt, smiling at the exposed chest. "Nice," he murmured. "Very nice." Viggo tried to wrap his arms around Orli, but the other man dodged the embrace. "No, no; you need to be naked first."
"Bossy elf," Viggo muttered as Orli began stripping off his jeans.
Orli laughed and reclined on the bed. "If you have issues with my technique, I can always leave."
Viggo looked extremely alarmed at Orli's comment. "Uh, no. No problems. May I take off my jeans?"
"Yes, you may," Orli told him with a grin. When the jeans had been removed and tossed onto the floor, Orli's grin widened at the naked body displayed before him. "Mmm, no skivvies. I like your thinking. Now get that arse over here."
Viggo eagerly scooted over to Orli. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, you already proved what a wonderful mouth you have. Let's see what other purposed we can find for it," Orli suggested, prompting Viggo to lick his lips. "How do you want me, Vig? On my back? On your face?"
Viggo's eyes fluttered closed. "On my face . . . please," he begged, lying back expectantly.
"You're such a slut," Orli marveled, shaking his head in wonder.
"Only for you, Orli. I want to be your slut. Use me, make me yours."
"Oh, I will." He positioned himself over Viggo's face. "If you can earn it."
Viggo accepted the challenge, snaking his tongue up to circle around Orli's entrance, his fingers grabbing Orli's hips for some leverage.
"Fuck me with it," Orli moaned. Viggo obliged, pulling Orli's ass cheeks apart and stabbing his tongue deep inside, thrusting it eagerly into the tight hole. Orli threw his head back in rapture. "Oh . . . God, Vig!" he gasped. "You can do better than that," he taunted.
Viggo buried his face deep into Orli's ass and thrust his tongue in as far as it would go, circling a bit inside. "That's it, slut," Orli moaned. "Taste it. You know you love it." Viggo replied with a moan; his tongue moved faster inside of Orli, making the other man groan and grip the headboard tightly. The tongue-fucking was relentless, both men savoring every movement of the warm, wet muscle.
"Where should I come, Vig?" Orli panted. "Where do you want it? In your mouth? On your face?"
Viggo pulled back a bit. "On my face . . . please," he gasped before resuming the tongue-fucking.
Orli squirmed on Viggo's face for a few more seconds, then pulled back and sat on Viggo's chest as he jacked himself off. His orgasm hit him like a proverbial sledgehammer; he threw his head back and let out a loud shout as he came all over Viggo's face. Viggo moaned shamelessly as his face was coated, licking Orli's come off of his lips.
Amazement struck Orli as he watched Viggo welcome the cream facial. He climbed off of Viggo and lay down next to him on the mattress. Viggo looked at him with come still dripping down his cheeks; he scooped some up with his fingers and opened his mouth to lick it off.
"Beautiful," Orli murmured, mesmerized by the sight. "Beautiful with my come on your skin." He smiled as Viggo finished cleaning himself off. "Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you looked like that?"
"Anything for you, Orli," Viggo purred, lying back and spreading his legs shamelessly. "Will you fuck me?"
"Of course I will," Orli said with a wide grin.
Viggo slowly stroked his dripping cock. "How do you want me?"
"On your stomach. I want to see that beautiful arse as I fuck it." Viggo moaned and flipped over onto his stomach, giving Orli a steamy look over his shoulder. "Lube," Orli muttered. "Where's your lube?"
"In the nightstand. Take your pick," he added as he saw Orli blink at the interesting array of lube.
"Kiwi-flavored?" Orli asked, sounding impressed.
"Um, yeah. I wanted to try something different. I like fuzzy fruits."
"So I see," Orli said, grinning again. "Hmm . . . I think mango-flavored will do nicely -- even if it's not a fuzzy fruit."
"Are you going to admire my lube collection or are you going to fuck me?"
Orli smirked at him. "Cheeky." Viggo responded by twitching his ass cheeks in sequence. "Okay, I can't fuck you if you're going to have your muscles doing the rumba," Orli tartly informed Viggo.
Viggo sighed and let his ass muscles settle down. "Yes, my prince," he said sarcastically.
"God, you're sexy," Orli muttered. "Even if you're a sarcastic bastard. You have no clue how long I've wanted this."
"I've had a lot of interesting dreams about you," Viggo husked, his breathing heavy. "Show me that the real thing is much better."
"Interesting dreams, hmm?" Orli asked as he slicked up his fingers. "Like what?"
"You had me tied up in a semi-public area and you were fucking me into next week with whatever objects you could get your hands on."
"We'll have to try that sometime." Orli's finger circled Viggo's hole, eliciting a moan from the other man. "Christ, you're tight," he muttered as Viggo pushed back onto the finger, allowed Orli to further breach his body. "You *have* done this before, right?"
"I don't usually bottom," Viggo grunted. "It's been a while." He tried to relax his body so that this would be easier.
"How long since you last bottomed?"
"Um . . . before I was married."
Orli snorted in amusement. "What, you stopped bottoming and tried to turn straight?" Another finger slid into Viggo's body, and Orli began a slow and steady finger-fucking.
"Oh, God," Viggo panted, pushing back further as his body twitched in pleasure. "I just usually top, that's all." He screamed as Orli curled his fingers to stroke Viggo's prostate.
"Easy boy," Orli chuckled. A moment later, he added a third finger and continued his rhythm.
Viggo clutched the sheets until his fingers turned white, and arched up with a yell. "Oh, God!" he cried again. "Fuck me now!"
"You're so hungry for this, aren't you?"
"Yes!" Viggo rotated his ass wantonly.
"That's it, slut," Orli growled. "Show me how much you want it." He curled his fingers inside of Viggo again.
"Yes! Fuck me!" Viggo pushed his body back some more, hungrily inviting the invasion of his body. Orli grinned and pulled his fingers out before slathering lube onto his hard cock. "Orli . . . nead you now," Viggo breathed. "Don't tease me."
"I won't, Viggo." Orli slowly slid his cock into Viggo's body, grunting from the effort of not thrusting into that incredibly tight ass. "Shit . . . so tight . . ."
Viggo winced a bit. "Just give me a minute," he gasped.
Orli curled his hands around Viggo's hips and paused for a moment. "You alright?" His hand ran gently over Viggo's back.
"Yeah, I'm alright now," Viggo panted.
"Okay." Orli started a slow rhythm of long, deep strokes that quickly began to drive them both insane.
"Shit . . . God, Orli . . ." Viggo pushed his hips back and his body tightly gripped Orli's cock. Orli sped up his pace a bit, carefully angling his hips so that he could hit Viggo's prostate. "Yes!" Viggo screamed, thrusting his negelected erection against the mattress.
"Slut," Orli mocked, grinning as he delivered another hard thrust.
"Yes!" Viggo screamed again. "Harder!" He reached for his cock, only to have his hand smacked away by Orli.
"Don't you dare," Orli growled. Viggo whimpered in frustration and ground his cock against the cotton sheets. "You're so hot like that," Orli rasped, punctuating his remark with a thrust. "All needy and mine."
"Yes," Viggo gasped as he pushed back against the steely cock. "All yours."
Orli smirked and began fucking Viggo incredibly hard, giving them both what they wanted. Viggo cried out shamelessly, screaming obscenities with every thrust -- in English, Danish, and Spanish. His body clamped around Orli's cock, causing his partner to lose his calm and begin moaning. Orli's hand reached around to give Viggo's cock a firm yank, and that was the beginning of the end.
"ORLI!" Viggo yelled as he came hard, splashing his seed over Orli's hand.
Orli groaned at the feeling of the stickiness coating his hand, and he held his come-covered fingers to Viggo's mouth as his thrusts became more erratic. Viggo sucked eagerly on Orli's fingers as if they were his cock, swirling his tongue around to capture his own flavor and scraping his teeth on the pads of the fingers. Meanwhile, his body clamped down on Orli's cock, finally milking an orgasm from his lover.
"VIGGO!"
Viggo shuddered as he felt Orli spurting deep inside of his body, and continued sucking on Orli's fingers until the other man was quaking. Orli gasped loudly as his orgasm subsided, his cock and fingers still buried in heat. Viggo's mouth pulled off of Orli's fingers, giving them one last lick. He reached behind his body to gently stroke Orli's other hand. "Feel better?" he asked.
"Much better." Orli pulled out of Viggo's body and lay down next to him on the bed.
Viggo snuggled up to Orli and twined his fingers into those luscious dark curls, bestowing a tender kiss on Orli's forehead. He began kissing his way down Orli's face and over his jaw before playfully nibbling his neck. "Mmm, nice," Orli murmured, feeling utterly content.
Viggo responded to the praise by twirling his tongue in lazy patterns on Orli's skin, alternating with each nibble. He moved lower, sucking on the hollow of Orli's throat. Orli raked his fingers through Viggo's hair and smiled. "You really have an oral fixation, don't you?" he asked Viggo.
"Mm-hmm," Viggo hummed against Orli's skin. He nibbled his way
across Orli's
shoulder and down his right arm, tracing his tongue over the Elvish
tattoo.
"That's a new erogenous zone," Orli gasped.
Viggo kept lapping at the tattoo, tracing it with his tongue. He reached for the mango-flavored lube and smeared some on Orli's wrist before licking it off. "Hmm . . . mangoed Orli?"
"It's a good thing we're both insatiable," Orli laughed, pulling Viggo up for a deep kiss.
Viggo began grinding against Orli as his tongue slid against his lover's. I haven't had enough yet," he growled.
"Neither have I, my lovely slut."
Viggo suddenly rolled on top of Orli and pinned him down with his arms above his head, grinding against him. "No, *you're* going to be the slut this time."
Orli gasped and struggled a bit, causing Viggo to laugh and start sucking on his neck. "Vig," Orli gasped, arching into the touch.
"Hmm?" Viggo asked, continuing to grind against Orli while lapping at his neck until both of their cocks were hard.
"Please," Orli whimpered as Viggo's finger circled his nipple. "Don't tease."
"You were doing a pretty good job of teasing *me*," he reminded Orli. "I think it's time you had a little bit of your own medicine."
"I wasn't teasing you," Orli insisted. "I was . . . helping you."
Viggo looked at him skeptically. "Right." He grabbed some oh-so-conveniently placed cuffs that Orli had somehow managed not to notice and strapped them around his lover's wrists.
"Cuffs?" Orli asked with a smirk. "How wonderfully kinky."
"You should talk." Viggo reached under the bed for a toybox and pulled out a small vibrating plug. He flashed Orli an evil grin as he spread lube on the plug.
"Oh, God," Orli moaned, feeling his cock harden further at the thought of having the silicone toy in him. Viggo grinned and stuck the plug into Orli's body, reveling at the cry of pleasure that the other man let out.
"You were saying?" he purred as he turned it on.
"OH, GOD!" Orli screamed. Viggo reached back into the toybox and grabbed a cock ring, quickly fastening it to his partner before pushing the box back under the bed. "No, don't!" Orli groaned. "Don't torture me, man!"
Viggo chuckled and gently pushed against Orli's perineum. "I don't think you're in a position to make demands." He smiled as Orli writhed and whimpered. "Mmm, that's better."
"You're cruel." Orli's voice was strained from arousal. Viggo proved Orli's point by playing with the switch, varying the speed. The pleasure drove Orli mad, causing him to wail and thrash, his arms involuntarily pulling at his bonds. When he was satisfied that Orli was sufficiently aroused, Viggo flicked the switch off. Then he turned it back on, then off, then on. "VIG!" Orli shouted in protest.
"Yes?" Viggo asked calmly.
"Oh . . ." Orli continued to thrash whenever Viggo was so kind as to turn on the vibrations and mewl pathetically when it was turned off.
"I need to get something," Viggo said. "This will keep you occupied." He flipped the switch back on and stood up, walking out of the room.
"Fucking hell!" Orli yelled angrily. "Where are you going?!" He struggled against the cuffs even as he kept moaning from the sensations shooting through his body. Viggo returned a few moments later, carrying a squash that was slightly bigger than his dick; flashing Orli an evil grin, he slathered lube over the vegetable. "Shit," Orli breathed, his eyes widening.
"Oh, come on," Viggo chuckled. "This isn't much bigger than my cock." He turned off the plug and pulled it out of Orli's ass. "Now don't worry -- I snipped off the stem and smoothed all of the rough bits down." With that assurance, Viggo pushed the cold tip of the squash into Orli.
Orli gasped loudly. "More," he begged.
"Who's the slut now?" Viggo asked. He slowly pushed the squash inside, savoring the sounds of pleasure that Orli was making.
"I never said--" Orli moaned "--I wasn't a slut."
Viggo laughed and worked the squash all the way in, giving Orli a moment before beginning to fuck him with it. At the same time, he ran his tongue on the underside of Orli's balls.
Orli pushed his hips down and moaned sluttishly. "Harder."
Viggo kept the pace slow, licking the tip of Orli's cock. "Hmm . . ." he murmured as he pulled away.
"What? God, don't stop!"
"Oh, just thinking I need a little reciprocation." He positioned his ass over Orli's face so that he can still fuck Orli with the squash. Orli moaned again and eagerly stuck his tongue into Viggo's hole, lapping up his taste; Viggo responded with a moan of his own. "Oh yes, that's good . . ." He started pumping the makeshift dildo into Orli with a new fervor. "But you can do better," he grunted.
Orli skimmed his tongue around Viggo's hole, teasing it with light licks. "Mmm," Viggo hummed. The eager tongue stabbed into Viggo's body, and Orli pushed down on the organic sex aid. "Yes!" Viggo groaned. His moans only spurred Orli to work harder, tongue-fucking Viggo with everything he had.
After a few minutes of simply grinding his ass into Orli's face, savoring the delights of the other man's tongue, Viggo pulled off and rolled Orli onto his side. Viggo positioned himself into a 69 with Orli and fed him his cock. Orli opened his mouth to eagerly take the cock in, licking around the fat head so he could lap up the precome.
Viggo leaned down and took Orli's cock into his mouth up to the cock ring, still pumping the squash into his partner's body. Orli responded by moaning around Viggo's cock and suckling the head; he then took as much of the thick shaft into his mouth as he could. Orli grazed his teeth lightly along the underside, and when Viggo felt himself getting close to orgasm, he pulled out of Orli's mouth. His lips pulled off of Orli's cock, and he pulled the squash out of the other man's ass, prompting a low groan.
The mango lube was quickly retrieved and slathered over Viggo's massive erection. "So, squash or mango, elf boy?" he purred.
"Au naturel," Orli said, his voice strained with arousal as he managed to roll onto his back and spread his legs wide.
"Alright." Viggo grabbed Orli's legs and put them onto his shoulders before sliding in. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, grunting at the tight heat that surrounded him. "Fuck . . . goddamn, how is it that you're still so tight?" He started to slowly thrust in and out of Orli's perfect ass.
"Haven't been fucked by that many guys," Orli gasped. "I'm not as easy as I look. And," he added, "I usually top."
Viggo frowned and stopped thrusting for a moment. "Are you okay?"
"Keep going damnit! I'm fine! You fucked me with the squash, so you can fuck me with your cock."
"Alright . . . " With that, Viggo let go and started to ruthlessly slam into him, angling his cock perfectly so that he brushed over Orli's prostate.
"Viggo!" Orli wailed as he struggled helplessly against the bonds. The sight of his muscles flexing only served to arouse Viggo further, and he sped up his pace. He pulled the cock ring off of Orli and wrapped his hand around the other man's erection. That was all it took for Orli to come all over Viggo's fist, arching off the bed and screaming, "VIGGO! FUCK!"
The feeling of Orli clenching around him made Viggo grow closer to his own orgasm. "Oh, God," he muttered, thrusting even harder. "Orli!" He came deep inside his lover, panting heavily and flopping down on top of him.
Orli managed to stretch his head enough to kiss Viggo's damp hair, and Viggo kissed him back before licking the stickiness off of his hand and unbuckling the cuffs. "Can I do this after every premiere?" Orli asked with a grin as he flexed his arms.
"Hmm," Viggo said, pretending to ponder the suggestion. "We may have to flip for who gets to top."
"I thought you were my slut."
"And we've just established that you're *my* slut," Viggo told him calmly as he pulled the sheets up around them so they were partially covered.
"I never said any such thing! Your bitch maybe, but not your slut."
"Okay then -- you're my bitch. I still get to top you. Or would you rather find out how big my zucchini gets?"
Orli grinned. "I think we'll have to start going to the grocery store together to pick out produce."
"No bananas for you, though," Viggo laughed.
"I can now officially say that I've fucked by a vegetable. This is a very proud moment for me."
"At least it wasn't an Ent," his lover snorted.
Orli picked up the abused squash, sat up, and clutched it to his chest like a trophy. "I'd like to thank the Academy for this honor, and all the squash farmers, and the grocer, and last but not least, the horribly perverted man who fucked me with a very large squash." Viggo doubled over with laughter at Orli's insane antics.
At that moment the bedroom door opened, and both men were suddenly very
happy
that Viggo had decided to pull the sheets up a few moments earlier
as Henry stood there with his eyebrows raised at the sight of his dad,
Orli, a cock ring, a plug, handcuffs, mango-flavored lube, and a very large
squash. "Now there's something you don't see every day," Henry said,
trying to keep the laughter out of his voice.
"Shit!" Viggo exclaimed. "Um . . ."
"Henry, it's not what it looks like," Orli stammered.
"It's not?" Henry laughed.
"Look, you're not supposed to be back today," Viggo said, trying to regain some sense of parental dignity.
Henry just rolled his eyes. "Dad, I'm fifteen. I can drive now, remember?" He grinned at Orli and shook his head. "God, if your fans only knew . . ."
"Henry, can we *please* have some privacy?" Viggo implored.
He shrugged. "Sure, whatever. I'll leave and you guys can go ahead and get freaky."
"God, Exene's going to kill me," Viggo muttered.
"I doubt it," Henry chuckled. "She'll just laugh her ass off." Both Viggo and Orli blushed and looked around for a hole to swallow them up. "Well, I'll leave you guys to it. But Dad, no more dinner recipes with squash, okay?"
With that, Henry left, and Viggo and Orli did indeed get freaky.
