TITLE: Some Kind of Heaven (6/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Spicing things up (Orli's POV)
FEEDBACK: It's the highlights in my hairdo, the extra arms on Vishnu
WARNINGS: Mild bondage, toys
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my twisted imagination
ARCHIVE: BTF, LBES, Lothlorien, my site; all others please ask, but
I'll surely say yes
DATE WRITTEN: June 25th, 2003
"Hey Vig, guess what I saw at the market today."
Viggo looks up at me and gestures with his free hand to the toothbrush in his mouth. I sigh and tap my foot against the bathroom floor, feigning impatience. When he's finished brushing his teeth, he turns around to face me. "Now," he says. "Tell me all about what you saw at the store."
"Well, when I was waitiing in line to pay, there were these women's magazines with articles on 'how to pleasure your man' and shit like that."
"Please don't tell me you actually took the time to read those," he groans.
"Hey, it was a very long line," I say defensively. "I had to keep myself busy."
"I don't think you need any help with pleasuring your man, Orli."
"Thanks," I laugh as we get into bed. "Anyway, the articles were complete junk. One of them said that it's normal for your sex life to get boring if you've been with the same partner for a year or two."
"That's bullshit."
"I know! We've been together for almost two and a half years, and our sex life is alive, well, and anything but boring." I lay down with my head on his chest. "It's better now than when we first got together."
"Well, part of that is because we know exactly what the other person likes. Plus, we're not afraid to try new things."
"No, we're not," I say with a smile. "And there are probably a few things we can do to spice things up even more."
Viggo grins and pulls my mouth to his for a kiss. "Oh, I'm sure that there are plenty of things we could do."
"What are you thinking of, old man?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, right. I know you better than that. You've got an evil grin on your face."
He just laughs and kisses me again.
*****
THREE DAYS LATER
Wait a second. Am I still dreaming? Because I don't usually wake up to find Viggo leaning over me while he puts my wrists in restraints that are attached to the headboard.
"You're awake," he says with a smile. Apparently, he doesn't see anything odd about the situation. "How did you sleep?"
"Um . . . fine."
"Good." He sits back on his heels. "Okay, test your wrists to see if they come loose." I obligingly try to jerk my wrists out of the restraints, with no success. "Perfect."
"Vig?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you tying me to the bed?"
"Because I want to have my way with you," Viggo says with a wide grin.
"Oh. That's a good reason." I think my voice just squeaked.
"I thought so." He slides off my boxers and then stands up. "Okay, I need a picture of this.
I laugh. "What, you don't already have enough pictures of me naked, you pervert?"
"These pictures will be a part of my next exhibit," he deadpans. "I'll call it 'Bondage in Bloom'."
"No, you bloody won't!" I exclaim, knowing that he's just joking with me.
Viggo chuckles and angles his camera so he can get some photos. I go along with it, since it does give me a bit of a charge to pose for him like this; I may be an exhibitionist, but only for Viggo. Even though he hasn't applied a single sexual touch to my body, that hasn't prevented me from getting fully hard in almost record time. The idea of being ravished like this has made certain parts of my anatomy very happy.
After three or four photos, Viggo is satisfied and puts his camera down on the nightstand. "Thanks for indulging me," he laughs.
"Hey, I get something out of it, too. Years from now, when I'm way past my prime, I can look at these pictures and remember what a perfect piece of meat I used to be." I wink at him.
"You'll never be past your prime in my eyes," he says with a smile as he takes off his clothes.
"Fuck, neither will you, Vig. You may be forty-three, but you're a *stud*. Look at that arse! You could bounce a coin off of it!"
"Why would you *want* to bounce a coin off of my ass, Orli?"
"It's an *expression*," I tell him, rolling my eyes. "Now would you get your inhumanly firm arse over here, because I'm starting to feel a mite bit neglected. All tied up and no one to shag."
"I hate to disappoint you, love, but *I'm* going to be doing the shagging in this situation."
"That doesn't disappoint me," I laugh. "Just do something already."
"One last thing before the fun starts," he says with a completely mischievous grin on his face. Before I can even ask what he's talking about, he picks up that blue satin tie I wore to the SAG Awards. "Do you remember how sexy you looked that night?" he asks. "I wanted to have some fun with this after you got home, but we ended up doing something else. So I'm using it now."
"Using it?"
He walks over to the bed and leans over me, tying the strip of fabric around my eyes. Christ, he's blindfolding me -- we've never done that before. I shiver pleasantly at the realization that I can't see, I can't really move, and I'm completely at his mercy. Oh yes, this should be fun. "Is this okay?" he asks.
"More than okay." I try to gauge where he is, but I can't really tell. "Should we have, like, a safe word or something?"
"Sure. What do you want it to be?"
"Penguin."
Viggo laughs. "Why penguin?"
"I don't know. It just seems appropriate somehow."
"Then that's our safe word. I can't imagine you'll need it, though." I can feel the heat of his body before his lips actually touch mine, and I moan softly as his tongue dips briefly into my mouth before pulling away. Tease. "Now, just lie back and relax."
"There's not much else I *can* do, Vig."
"Exactly." I just *know* that he's smirking.
"Very well, then. Do with me as you will."
He doesn't respond. Instead, I simply feel his fingertips ghosting down my neck and across my collarbone. I suck in a sharp breath as his light touches continue, brushing over my nipples with just the barest contact. Nails rake gently over my ribs and stomach; fingers do a ticklish dance around my belly button. The touches move lower, tracing a line over the length of my cock.
"Please," I say softly, not even sure what I'm asking for. Viggo just chuckles and gently spreads my legs wider before shifting his position to kneel between them. For a torturous moment, there's no movement or sound from him, but then his hot breath fans across my arse and I gasp reflexively.
Gentle hands curl around my hips to keep my body steady, which turns out to be necessary as I buck a little at the first touch of his tongue to my hole. Slick heat slides into me, his tongue reaching deep as he fucks me with it. All I can do is feel, which only serves to make everything more intense than usual. My body trembles and I clench my fists, wanting so badly to touch him but unable to do so.
Before I can get close to the edge, Viggo pulls away. I can't help but let out a cry of dismay and indignance, prompting him to laugh and run a soothing hand over my thigh. "It'll be worth it," he tells me in a husky voice.
"It better be."
"Trust me." He leans up and briefly kisses me on the lips before reaching over to open the drawer of the nightstand. Ah, he's fetching the lube. My cock does a little happy dance at the thought of what's in store for me.
When two lubed fingers slide into me, I sigh in pleasure and push my hips down to greet them. With my sight restricted, all of my other senses are heightened and I can feel every nuance of his fingers inside of me. This blindfolding thing was a really good idea. Oddly enough however, he's not angling his fingers to hit my prostate as he moves them inside of me. Before I can ask about this, the fingers slip out of my body.
"Ready for more?" he asks.
"Of course," I say breathlessly.
"Good."
Viggo stretches himself over me so he's kissing me deeply; I moan into his mouth and thrust my hips up in a blatant request for more. Finally, his cock slides inside of . . . wait. That's not his cock. Holy fucking shit! He's using a dildo to fuck me.
"Do you want me to stop?" he murmurs as he breaks the kiss.
"N-no, I'm just surprised," I stammer. He suddenly angles the dildo to hit my prostate, and I cry out. "Don't stop!"
"I won't," he laughs. His mouth licks and nips down my body as he continues to manuever our new toy inside of me, and I'm biting my lip so hard that I can almost taste blood. When his lips close around the head of my cock, I nearly scream in surprise. Okay, *now* I understand why he's using the dildo. The sensation of being sucked and penetrated at the same tme is amazing.
I cry out when the dildo brushes over my prostate at the moment when Viggo chooses to deep-throat me. He coordinates the movements of his mouth and the toy so they're working in tandem, and I feel deliciously consumed by the mix of sensations. Just when I think that I've gotten used to the technique, the dildo starts vibrating inside of me and a keening wail splits the air. I realize belatedly that I'm the one wailing.
This is . . . well, it's undescribably good. The feeling of Viggo's hot mouth working me relentlessly as he fucks me with a goddamned vibrating dildo is incredible. Every time the vibrator hits my prostate, my entire body is wracked with this unbelievable jolt of pleasure, and now Viggo's humming around my cock. Sparks flash behind my closed eyelids and I feel like I'm on fire. I'm done for.
I scream my release, thrusting my hips up as I come in Viggo's mouth while the dildo continues to move in me. When my sated body finally sags limply back against the mattress, I hear a click and the vibrator turns off and slips out of me. His mouth comes to mine for a kiss, which I welcome eagerly; our tongues parry and thrust around each other. I hear the dildo dropping to the mattress, and his hands slide up my inner thighs.
One of his fingers slips into me easily, and I moan as I feel my cock beginning to stir again. "Now," he rasps against my ear, "I'm going to fuck you, Orlando."
"Yes," I whisper. "Please."
I can hear him slathering lube on himself and my breath quickens in anticipation. His cock meets no resistance as it slides into my body, and we both gasp at the sensation of being joined like this. It's heaven. It always is.
"God, you're so open," Viggo moans as his hands slde under my body to grip my arse and pull me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist and rock my hips against his, needing more. He plunges in and out of me with deep, even strokes, hitting my prostate with almost every push.
We kiss fervently, my teeth nipping at his lip in the manner that always makes him growl a little. It's driving me crazy that I can't slide my arms around his body or grip his shoulders tightly, and my fingernails dig into the skin of my palms as I clench my fists tightly. I love touching and seeing him when we have sex, and it's maddening to be restrained like this. At the same time, I'm loving every second of being able to do nothing other than feel what he's doing to me.
Viggo's thrusts are more desperate now, and I can tell that he's getting close to coming. My own orgasm isn't far away; even though he's not touchng my cock at all, it's still dripping with arousal. When he puts his mouth next to my ear and whispers, "Come for me, love," it's all I need to push me over the edge. He comes almost simultaneously, making me shudder at the feeling of his heat exploding inside of me.
Our mouths join in another kiss, and we don't part until after we've both finished riding out our climaxes. I whimper a little when Viggo slides out of my body, already missing his familiar warmth. The wrist restraints are undone and my arms flop down at my sides; a moment later, he undoes the makeshift blindfold, and I blink as my eyes adjust to light once again.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asks with a cheeky grin as he settles down next to me.
I laugh and flex my tired shoulder muscles. "I certainly did. May I ask what brought this on?"
"Remember that discussion we were having a few nights ago? When you said that there were probably some things we could do to spice up our sex life? Well, it got me thinking."
"And you hatched a plan, huh?"
"Yeah. There's a very, um, discreet store I know of that I went to yesterday for this stuff."
"Yesterday? I thought you were getting your car serviced."
"I lied," he admits.
"You're devious," I tell him. "And I love you for it." I look at the edge of the mattress, wanting to finally see the vaunted dildo, and then start laughing. "Why on earth did you get a blue dildo with silver stars?"
Viggo actually blushes. "I don't know. I just liked it."
I reach down and pick it up, my laughter intensifying. "And it's sparkly, too. This is pretty neat, Vig."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Mmm, it was a nice surprise." I let it fall to the floor and wrap my arms around him. "Still, it can't compare to the real thing."
He chuckles. "That's good to know. It'd be a terrible blow to my ego if you dumped me for a stick of vibrating silicone."
I laugh and kiss him, my hands cradling his cheeks. "So I have a question."
"What?"
"Am I allowed to do this to you? You know, wake you up one morning by tying you to the bed and fucking you blind? After all, turnabout is fair play."
"Of course you can," he says with a grin. "I'll be looking forward to it."
I smile back at him. "So will I."
