a goodbye post and a Viggorli ficlet
Aug. 20th, 2005 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
floatingleafI hereby officially announce, for the benefit of anyone interested, that I am leaving on my vacation trip to New Orleans tomorrow. Or, to be exact, on Monday morning - but I will spend tomorrow night at my friend's place, since out flight is at 10 a.m. That means I am going offline sometime tomorrow, and won't be back until the 29th - or, more likely, the 30th. So if anyone should wonder why I'm not replying to their posts/comments/emails etc. - this is the answer. I fully intend to catch up on everything sometime during next week...
But before I go... there's this little ficlet I have only just finished typing up (it's an old one, but I wrote it by hand, when I still didn't think I would ever start posting online). It contains nothing even vaguely resembling a plot, and doesn't aspire to any literary merits whatsoever - so don't even bother reading unless you're horny.;) Or desperately need to take your mind off something less pleasant.:P I just thought I might as well share it, since it will probably be a long time before I manage to write something new...
Title: Seduction
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Another shameless PWP.;)
Warnings: None - unless you need to be warned of a drunken, seductive Orlando.;)
Disclaimer: I know nothing about them - this is just a harmless fantasy...
The party at Viggo's place was almost over. Everyone had already left... well, everyone except Orlando, who lay stretched out on the living room sofa, looking half asleep and very drunk.
Viggo cleared away the most outrageous mess and decided to leave the rest for tomorrow. He plopped down onto the sofa next to his young friend.
"You asleep, Orli?", he ventured, running a hand distractedly through his messy hair.
"No Vig, not yet. Just a little wasted", the gorgeous boy mumbled with a disarming smile.
"But I guess I should go now", he added with obvious reluctance, awkwardly pushing himself up to a sitting position.
"No, no, you can crash here, no problem", Viggo interrupted immediately, waving his hand. "It's just that this sofa's not very comfortable... not good for your back, you know. I can sleep here, you take my bed."
Orlando sat up, and all of a sudden threw his arms around the older man's neck.
"Oh Vig, you always take such good care of me", he slurred drunkenly, laying his head on Viggo's shoulder. "But... surely your bed is wide enough for two, isn't it?", he added, sounding a little shy and almost hopeful.
Viggo suddenly felt very hot and bothered, and he heard himself answer without thinking: "'Course it is... if you don't mind."
"Not at all... unless you do."
"Nope, it's fine", he managed, trying hard to keep his tone casual.Orlando hugged him tighter.
"You're so wonderful", he mumbled into Viggo's shirt. Viggo was sweating and barely able to control his breathing, but he returned the hug, running his hands soothingly down Orlando's back.
"Okay Orli, let's put you to bed", he said after a while.
"Mmhmm...", the young man rumbled, clearly unwilling to disentangle himself. "But... will you hold me like this?", he added in a small voice.
Viggo felt a wave of pure lust shoot through him and a red warning light go off in his head, but again he answered without thinking: "Yes, Orli... if you want me to."
Orlando sighed blissfully.
"Yeah... Mmmkay, let's go then."
He got up, grabbed Viggo's hand and led him a little unsteadily towards the bedroom. Once inside, Orlando immediately threw off his t-shirt, then pulled his jeans down and tumbled into the bed. Viggo followed. He had showered before the party and figured he could last until morning. But... maybe he should at least brush his teeth. As soon, however, as he moved to leave the bed again, he felt a naked arm thrown over his chest and a face pressed into his neck.
"You promised to hold me", Orlando slurred.
Viggo obligingly put his arms around the lithe frame. Orli moved closer, pressing his whole body up against Viggo. And yes... he was hard. At least as hard as he could be in his present drunken state.
As for Viggo, his heart was thumping wildly in his chest and his cock felt almost ready to jump out of his boxers... but it was below his dignity to take any more advantage of the situation than Orlando clearly allowed.
Several moments passed in this exquisite agony. Orli seemed to be falling asleep. Then suddenly he shifted, dragging his thigh over Viggo's aching erection. Viggo moaned involuntarily, and Orlando pressed even closer against him. Hot breath flooded his ear, followed by a husky whisper:
"Are you hard for me, Vig?"
"Yes", Viggo breathed. Denying it now would be simply ridiculous.
Orlando sighed deeply and started rocking his hips against Viggo, the bulge inside his boxers growing rapidly firmer despite the drunken haze that still seemed to envelop his mind.
Viggo took hold of him, stilling his movements.
"Are you really that drunk, elfboy", he rasped, " or do you know perfectly well what you're doing? I don't want you regretting anything in the morning..."
Orlando pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck.
"Of course I know what I'm doing", he whispered hotly. "I've wanted this for weeks..."
He put his hands on top of Viggo's, encouraging them to slip under the waistband of his boxers.
"Just touch me, Vig", he coaxed. "Please... touch me..."
That was all the encouragement Viggo needed. He pushed Orlando back a little and yanked his boxers down, then pulled him up flush against himself, splaying his fingers possessively over his naked buttocks. Orlando moaned.
"Yes... Take me... Do anything you want..." His voice was thick with arousal.
Viggo flipped them over and landed on top, pressing Orli down with his full weight as he cupped his flushed face in one hand and claimed his mouth. The kiss was deep and burning, their tongues sliding frantically over and over each other as Orlando clutched the fabric of Viggo's boxers, pulling impatiently.
Viggo broke the kiss and sat up, pushing the garment down his hips and then off completely, before doing the same with Orlando's. He dropped back down onto the willing body, rubbing their erections together. Orlando threw his head back and moaned loudly, shamelessly, opening his legs for more contact.
Viggo reached between their bodies and wrapped a hand around both straining shafts, pumping furiously.
"God yes!!!...", Orlando cried. "Do it, Vig!... Just like this... Oh God, it feels so good..."
His hand slipped between them as well to join with Viggo's, their fingers intertwined as they pleasured each other, Orlando's palm rubbing insistently against Viggo's cock and Viggo's against Orlando's. It felt amazing. Viggo was very close, but Orli seemed even closer, his moans getting louder and more desperate until he shook all over, exploding in Viggo's hand.
Viggo watched him fly over the edge, mesmerized by the sight. Orli's ecstatic face seemed so unbearably young... so vulnerable. He ws overcome by tenderness and lust at the same time. Just a few more strokes and he would follow... but Orlando stilled his movements, pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss. Then his mouth was pressed against Viggo's ear.
"Don't you wanna come inside me, Vig?...", he whispered seductively.
Viggo almost exploded from the words alone.
"God, Orli... Yes!... But... are you sure?... Have you ever...", he stammered.
"Yeah...", Orlando breathed. "I'll tell you a little secret: I'm gay and I like to bottom..."
He brought Viggo's hand to his mouth and licked the fingers, then guided them back down his body, all the way to its hidden opening.
Viggo felt him shiver as he circled the sensitive hole, then heard him gasp as the tip of one finger slowly pushed inside.
"Jesus, Orli... you're so tight...", he nearly moaned.
"It's been a long time... ahh... since anyone... but... mmm... I'll be fine... just... stretch me...", Orlando urged in a strained voice.
Viggo did. He twisted and scissored his fingers gently, watching Orlando's face, listening to his ragged breathing. The boy threw his head back and spread his legs wider, totally opening himself up to the sensual exploration. Viggo pushed in deeper, and Orlando arched with a loud, lustful groan.
"Yes!... Right there, Vig... Oh God!...", he cried.
Viggo rubbed over the spot, fascinated by the intensity of Orlando's reactions, until he couldn't take it any more.
"I need to be inside you, now", he growled.
"Yes!... Do it... Put it in me... I'm ready...", Orlando panted.
Viggo positioned himself, hooking a slender leg around his hip. He was dripping, as well as still covered in Orlando's previous release, so no other lubrication was needed. He carefully replaced his fingers with the tip of his swollen organ.
Orlando made delicious, eager and submissive sounds as Viggo breached him, bringing his lust to a fevered pitch. It took all the self-control Viggo had not to slam all the way in at once - but he only wanted to give Orlando pleasure, not pain.
"Am I hurting you, baby?", he asked softly.
Orlando smiled tenderly at the endearment and the concern in his lover's voice.
"No, Vig... 'S okay... You're huge, but I can take it... Just... go slow...", he whispered.
"God, Orli... You feel so... incredible...", Viggo gasped when he was fully incased in the tight velvet heat. "I'm... I'm not gonna last very long... it's too much...", he groaned.
"'S okay, Vig... I just wanna feel you come...", Orlando purred.
Viggo kissed him wildly, possessively, thrusting his tongue deep into the willing mouth, and began to move. He tried to be gentle at first, but wasn't quite succeeding, and Orlando lifted his hips, urging him to thrust harder, until he lost all control and erupted with a shout.
He collapsed, spent and breathless, into his lover's arms.
"Mmm, Vig... It feels so wonderful to have you inside me.. making love to me..."
Orli's voice was filled with emotion and Viggo lifted his head to look into his eyes.
"This isn't just a one-night stand to you, is it?", he asked, his voice soft and serious.
"No Vig... it isn't", Orlando replied, a little tremulously.
"I'm so glad to hear that, baby", Viggo whispered, caressing his face.
Orlando clung to him even tighter, if that was possible.
"Oh Vig... I just want to be yours forever...", he sighed.
"You are", Viggo growled, rocking his hips suggestively and latching his mouth onto the side of Orli's neck.
Orlando was hard again, and he moaned helplessly when Viggo wrapped a hand aroung him. The older man felt himself hardening as well inside his young lover's body. Orlando felt it too, and he clenched his inner muscles on purpose to increase the stimulation.
"Please, Viggo... Fuck me again... I want to come with you this time...", he breathed.
"Yes, elfboy", Viggo rasped. " I'm going to fuck you long, hard and deep. To make you feel how absolutely MINE you are..."
Orlando whimpered, writhing and squirming in delight. Viggo let go of his cock, not to make him come too soon, and started thrusting slowly, licking his collarbone. Orlando cried out in passion, arching and scratching Viggo's back and generally getting wild. Viggo slung his lover's graceful legs over his shoulders and changed the angle, so that he was hitting Orli's sweet spot every time. Soon they were both quite frantic, groaning and shouting and rocking powerfully into each other. Orlando's erection was impossibly hard and throbbing against Viggo's stomach, and Viggo gripped it firmly, yelling: "Come with me, now!"
It was a matter of seconds before they both erupted simultaneously, screaming themselves hoarse. Then there was a long silence, broken only by ragged, exhausted breathing.
"Mmm, Vig...", Orlando finally purred. "It was the fuck of my dreams..."
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it", Viggo chuckled warmly. " I was afraid for a moment I'm being a little too rough, hurting you... but I couldn't stop for the life of me", he admitted.
"No, Vig... You were amazing... The best lover I ever had..."
"Same to you", was the husky answer.
"Oh come on, Vig. With your age and vast experience, this can't possibly be true", Orli teased.
Viggo slapped him playfully on the bottom.
"But it is", he insisted with a grin. " You are wilder in bed than many a woman, I'll have you know."
"Not really", Orlando smiled, unoffended. "It's only you who drive me wild... and those women probably too", he added with a wink.
Viggo bit him on the shoulder.
"Flatterer."
Orlando shrugged.
"Just being nice to my boyfriend."
This was followed by another wet, sensuous kiss. Then they disentangled and cleaned themselves up a bit, before settling back into a cosy, relaxed embrace.
"Might as well catch some sleep now", Viggo murmured tiredly. "It's almost morning..."
"Good night then... or good morning, my fabulous lover", Orlando breathed.
"Same to you, elfboy", Viggo rumbled, pulling the young man tighter against his chest.
But before I go... there's this little ficlet I have only just finished typing up (it's an old one, but I wrote it by hand, when I still didn't think I would ever start posting online). It contains nothing even vaguely resembling a plot, and doesn't aspire to any literary merits whatsoever - so don't even bother reading unless you're horny.;) Or desperately need to take your mind off something less pleasant.:P I just thought I might as well share it, since it will probably be a long time before I manage to write something new...
Title: Seduction
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Another shameless PWP.;)
Warnings: None - unless you need to be warned of a drunken, seductive Orlando.;)
Disclaimer: I know nothing about them - this is just a harmless fantasy...
The party at Viggo's place was almost over. Everyone had already left... well, everyone except Orlando, who lay stretched out on the living room sofa, looking half asleep and very drunk.
Viggo cleared away the most outrageous mess and decided to leave the rest for tomorrow. He plopped down onto the sofa next to his young friend.
"You asleep, Orli?", he ventured, running a hand distractedly through his messy hair.
"No Vig, not yet. Just a little wasted", the gorgeous boy mumbled with a disarming smile.
"But I guess I should go now", he added with obvious reluctance, awkwardly pushing himself up to a sitting position.
"No, no, you can crash here, no problem", Viggo interrupted immediately, waving his hand. "It's just that this sofa's not very comfortable... not good for your back, you know. I can sleep here, you take my bed."
Orlando sat up, and all of a sudden threw his arms around the older man's neck.
"Oh Vig, you always take such good care of me", he slurred drunkenly, laying his head on Viggo's shoulder. "But... surely your bed is wide enough for two, isn't it?", he added, sounding a little shy and almost hopeful.
Viggo suddenly felt very hot and bothered, and he heard himself answer without thinking: "'Course it is... if you don't mind."
"Not at all... unless you do."
"Nope, it's fine", he managed, trying hard to keep his tone casual.Orlando hugged him tighter.
"You're so wonderful", he mumbled into Viggo's shirt. Viggo was sweating and barely able to control his breathing, but he returned the hug, running his hands soothingly down Orlando's back.
"Okay Orli, let's put you to bed", he said after a while.
"Mmhmm...", the young man rumbled, clearly unwilling to disentangle himself. "But... will you hold me like this?", he added in a small voice.
Viggo felt a wave of pure lust shoot through him and a red warning light go off in his head, but again he answered without thinking: "Yes, Orli... if you want me to."
Orlando sighed blissfully.
"Yeah... Mmmkay, let's go then."
He got up, grabbed Viggo's hand and led him a little unsteadily towards the bedroom. Once inside, Orlando immediately threw off his t-shirt, then pulled his jeans down and tumbled into the bed. Viggo followed. He had showered before the party and figured he could last until morning. But... maybe he should at least brush his teeth. As soon, however, as he moved to leave the bed again, he felt a naked arm thrown over his chest and a face pressed into his neck.
"You promised to hold me", Orlando slurred.
Viggo obligingly put his arms around the lithe frame. Orli moved closer, pressing his whole body up against Viggo. And yes... he was hard. At least as hard as he could be in his present drunken state.
As for Viggo, his heart was thumping wildly in his chest and his cock felt almost ready to jump out of his boxers... but it was below his dignity to take any more advantage of the situation than Orlando clearly allowed.
Several moments passed in this exquisite agony. Orli seemed to be falling asleep. Then suddenly he shifted, dragging his thigh over Viggo's aching erection. Viggo moaned involuntarily, and Orlando pressed even closer against him. Hot breath flooded his ear, followed by a husky whisper:
"Are you hard for me, Vig?"
"Yes", Viggo breathed. Denying it now would be simply ridiculous.
Orlando sighed deeply and started rocking his hips against Viggo, the bulge inside his boxers growing rapidly firmer despite the drunken haze that still seemed to envelop his mind.
Viggo took hold of him, stilling his movements.
"Are you really that drunk, elfboy", he rasped, " or do you know perfectly well what you're doing? I don't want you regretting anything in the morning..."
Orlando pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck.
"Of course I know what I'm doing", he whispered hotly. "I've wanted this for weeks..."
He put his hands on top of Viggo's, encouraging them to slip under the waistband of his boxers.
"Just touch me, Vig", he coaxed. "Please... touch me..."
That was all the encouragement Viggo needed. He pushed Orlando back a little and yanked his boxers down, then pulled him up flush against himself, splaying his fingers possessively over his naked buttocks. Orlando moaned.
"Yes... Take me... Do anything you want..." His voice was thick with arousal.
Viggo flipped them over and landed on top, pressing Orli down with his full weight as he cupped his flushed face in one hand and claimed his mouth. The kiss was deep and burning, their tongues sliding frantically over and over each other as Orlando clutched the fabric of Viggo's boxers, pulling impatiently.
Viggo broke the kiss and sat up, pushing the garment down his hips and then off completely, before doing the same with Orlando's. He dropped back down onto the willing body, rubbing their erections together. Orlando threw his head back and moaned loudly, shamelessly, opening his legs for more contact.
Viggo reached between their bodies and wrapped a hand around both straining shafts, pumping furiously.
"God yes!!!...", Orlando cried. "Do it, Vig!... Just like this... Oh God, it feels so good..."
His hand slipped between them as well to join with Viggo's, their fingers intertwined as they pleasured each other, Orlando's palm rubbing insistently against Viggo's cock and Viggo's against Orlando's. It felt amazing. Viggo was very close, but Orli seemed even closer, his moans getting louder and more desperate until he shook all over, exploding in Viggo's hand.
Viggo watched him fly over the edge, mesmerized by the sight. Orli's ecstatic face seemed so unbearably young... so vulnerable. He ws overcome by tenderness and lust at the same time. Just a few more strokes and he would follow... but Orlando stilled his movements, pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss. Then his mouth was pressed against Viggo's ear.
"Don't you wanna come inside me, Vig?...", he whispered seductively.
Viggo almost exploded from the words alone.
"God, Orli... Yes!... But... are you sure?... Have you ever...", he stammered.
"Yeah...", Orlando breathed. "I'll tell you a little secret: I'm gay and I like to bottom..."
He brought Viggo's hand to his mouth and licked the fingers, then guided them back down his body, all the way to its hidden opening.
Viggo felt him shiver as he circled the sensitive hole, then heard him gasp as the tip of one finger slowly pushed inside.
"Jesus, Orli... you're so tight...", he nearly moaned.
"It's been a long time... ahh... since anyone... but... mmm... I'll be fine... just... stretch me...", Orlando urged in a strained voice.
Viggo did. He twisted and scissored his fingers gently, watching Orlando's face, listening to his ragged breathing. The boy threw his head back and spread his legs wider, totally opening himself up to the sensual exploration. Viggo pushed in deeper, and Orlando arched with a loud, lustful groan.
"Yes!... Right there, Vig... Oh God!...", he cried.
Viggo rubbed over the spot, fascinated by the intensity of Orlando's reactions, until he couldn't take it any more.
"I need to be inside you, now", he growled.
"Yes!... Do it... Put it in me... I'm ready...", Orlando panted.
Viggo positioned himself, hooking a slender leg around his hip. He was dripping, as well as still covered in Orlando's previous release, so no other lubrication was needed. He carefully replaced his fingers with the tip of his swollen organ.
Orlando made delicious, eager and submissive sounds as Viggo breached him, bringing his lust to a fevered pitch. It took all the self-control Viggo had not to slam all the way in at once - but he only wanted to give Orlando pleasure, not pain.
"Am I hurting you, baby?", he asked softly.
Orlando smiled tenderly at the endearment and the concern in his lover's voice.
"No, Vig... 'S okay... You're huge, but I can take it... Just... go slow...", he whispered.
"God, Orli... You feel so... incredible...", Viggo gasped when he was fully incased in the tight velvet heat. "I'm... I'm not gonna last very long... it's too much...", he groaned.
"'S okay, Vig... I just wanna feel you come...", Orlando purred.
Viggo kissed him wildly, possessively, thrusting his tongue deep into the willing mouth, and began to move. He tried to be gentle at first, but wasn't quite succeeding, and Orlando lifted his hips, urging him to thrust harder, until he lost all control and erupted with a shout.
He collapsed, spent and breathless, into his lover's arms.
"Mmm, Vig... It feels so wonderful to have you inside me.. making love to me..."
Orli's voice was filled with emotion and Viggo lifted his head to look into his eyes.
"This isn't just a one-night stand to you, is it?", he asked, his voice soft and serious.
"No Vig... it isn't", Orlando replied, a little tremulously.
"I'm so glad to hear that, baby", Viggo whispered, caressing his face.
Orlando clung to him even tighter, if that was possible.
"Oh Vig... I just want to be yours forever...", he sighed.
"You are", Viggo growled, rocking his hips suggestively and latching his mouth onto the side of Orli's neck.
Orlando was hard again, and he moaned helplessly when Viggo wrapped a hand aroung him. The older man felt himself hardening as well inside his young lover's body. Orlando felt it too, and he clenched his inner muscles on purpose to increase the stimulation.
"Please, Viggo... Fuck me again... I want to come with you this time...", he breathed.
"Yes, elfboy", Viggo rasped. " I'm going to fuck you long, hard and deep. To make you feel how absolutely MINE you are..."
Orlando whimpered, writhing and squirming in delight. Viggo let go of his cock, not to make him come too soon, and started thrusting slowly, licking his collarbone. Orlando cried out in passion, arching and scratching Viggo's back and generally getting wild. Viggo slung his lover's graceful legs over his shoulders and changed the angle, so that he was hitting Orli's sweet spot every time. Soon they were both quite frantic, groaning and shouting and rocking powerfully into each other. Orlando's erection was impossibly hard and throbbing against Viggo's stomach, and Viggo gripped it firmly, yelling: "Come with me, now!"
It was a matter of seconds before they both erupted simultaneously, screaming themselves hoarse. Then there was a long silence, broken only by ragged, exhausted breathing.
"Mmm, Vig...", Orlando finally purred. "It was the fuck of my dreams..."
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it", Viggo chuckled warmly. " I was afraid for a moment I'm being a little too rough, hurting you... but I couldn't stop for the life of me", he admitted.
"No, Vig... You were amazing... The best lover I ever had..."
"Same to you", was the husky answer.
"Oh come on, Vig. With your age and vast experience, this can't possibly be true", Orli teased.
Viggo slapped him playfully on the bottom.
"But it is", he insisted with a grin. " You are wilder in bed than many a woman, I'll have you know."
"Not really", Orlando smiled, unoffended. "It's only you who drive me wild... and those women probably too", he added with a wink.
Viggo bit him on the shoulder.
"Flatterer."
Orlando shrugged.
"Just being nice to my boyfriend."
This was followed by another wet, sensuous kiss. Then they disentangled and cleaned themselves up a bit, before settling back into a cosy, relaxed embrace.
"Might as well catch some sleep now", Viggo murmured tiredly. "It's almost morning..."
"Good night then... or good morning, my fabulous lover", Orlando breathed.
"Same to you, elfboy", Viggo rumbled, pulling the young man tighter against his chest.
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Date: 2010-03-14 12:26 pm (UTC)Cos damn...you have powerbottom-skills.
I looove that kind of subtle control you give to Orli/Legolas - soooo not some weak little thing, but a perfect mix of abandon and seductiveness - actually making him the strong one when looking close.
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Date: 2010-03-14 11:30 pm (UTC)But then again - I've always hated fics where Legolas was some kind of helpless creature, always having to be rescued by Aragorn or whoever else happened to be around. Of course, I love to see them defend and protect each other, nurse each other back to health after an injury (mmmmm, hurt/comfort fics... *salivates* ;) etc. - but it's a mutual arrangement, because I think their strengths and weaknesses complement each other. As an elf, Legolas is actually more resilient and physically stronger than Aragorn - so if he acts submissively in bed, it's purely because he enjoys it. They both know he could easily turn the tables - but by letting Aragorn be the dominant partner and see him needy or vulnerable, he is simply expressing his love and trust in the ranger. And I always want to make sure that Aragorn appreciates it.:P
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Date: 2010-03-15 09:59 pm (UTC)Dunno...I´m perving up! lol *gulp*
Nono.. your Legolas is not feminine in that "oh-save!me I´m such a fragile creature" way that tend to disturb me quite a lot.
He´s a warrior damnit! and a creature with skills far beyond any human. Not some delicate piece of glass! only elvish. And the ultimate perfection of art.. *loses self in topic* Um..
I can totally see him topping..only because he´s a powerbottom and to learn that I think it´s necessary being a good top first.
See how I understand my elf!
*mine*
*snerk*
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Date: 2010-03-16 04:20 am (UTC)That's a very good point I haven't actually considered. *ponders*
I mean, it's not that I think he wouldn't enjoy topping. It's more that, um... 1) I'm being selfish and I like to see him bottom, because it turns me on like ALL HELL, and 2) I have this sneaking suspicion that Aragorn much prefers to top. He might even have a little complex of the "manly men don't bottom" variety.;) And since elves, as superior creatures, are free of such crippling mental blocks, Legolas would gladly let Aragorn have his way.:P He would probably help him change his mind, too - but promise not to tell anyone about it.:D
So that's how I understand MY elf. *glowers*
:]
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Date: 2010-03-22 11:28 pm (UTC)*weak legs*
I have this sneaking suspicion that Aragorn much prefers to top. He might even have a little complex of the "manly men don't bottom" variety *cough* Omg. Maybe he hides it really
not sowell *whistles and composes self into very manly manliness* fuck I´m too femme to channel a ranger! =/since elves, as superior creatures, are free of such crippling mental blocks, Legolas would gladly let Aragorn have his way Skills, my dear. Your inner Legolas has them. ;)
Heh.
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Date: 2010-03-23 02:33 am (UTC)That's OK. You can channel one of the Twins. Or both, if you are so inclined.:P My Legolas has been known to stumble into their bedchamber on occasion, after all.:D
Skills, my dear. Your inner Legolas has them. ;)
Thank you, darling. Legolas is always happy to get some appreciation.:P
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Date: 2010-03-15 10:06 pm (UTC)hurt/comfort fics.
a mutual arrangement, because I think their strengths and weaknesses complement each other
if he acts submissively in bed, it's purely because he enjoys it.
What the hell.. *quotes all of it*
And I always want to make sure that Aragorn appreciates it. <<<----See! *bounces* power!bottom-power!! and thats my new favourite word of the season damnit!
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Date: 2010-03-16 04:44 am (UTC)Amen.:D