another ficlet, actually

[floatingleaf]

OK, so here I go again. This is my first Vigorli ever, written months ago. I've done some editing to make it less clumsy - not really sure if I succeeded.;) It's a PWP, basically, and a first-timer, since I seem to be hugely obsessed with that particular theme.;P And well... I scored as a Fluff Writer, so there you have it. Don't read if you are bothered by a high sugar level.:)

Title: Inspiration
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Unexpected fulfillment.;)
Warnings: Pure, unadulterated fluff. Oh, and virgin!Orli, btw.:D
Disclaimer: I have no idea if anything like that ever really happened anywhere outside of my twisted mind...




Viggo put the paintbrush down and wiped his hands on his faded jeans.
"What do you think?", he asked, stepping back.
"It's... impressive", Orlando ventured. "Not that I'm any kind of expert on art, you know", he added self-consciously, running a hand through his thick brown curls.
Viggo smiled.
"I'm not asking an expert. I'm asking a friend for a personal opinion."
"Well, in that case...", Orlando smiled back, looking at the maze of bright colors before him. "I like it. It reminds me of... something fresh and invigorating, like a glorious spring morning."
"That's a pleasant interpretation", Viggo said.
"Is it correct?" Orlando asked, raising an eyebrow.
Viggo shrugged.
"There's nothing like a correct or an incorrect interpretation of a work of art. Whatever it seems to represent to anyone who happens to be looking at it, is what it's meant to represent. On some level."
"Oh yeah, I know that. But surely you had something on your mind while painting this, didn't you?"
"I did", Viggo answered cryptically, his smiling face suddenly suffused with tenderness.
"So... what was it?", Orlando prodded, intrigued.
Viggo looked at him for a moment, then back at the canvas.
"You, in fact", he said softly. "The kind of person you are. So warm and bright and open and full of life..."

Orlando was speechless. He wanted to throw his arms around Viggo and squeeze him with all his might, but he felt somehow he wouldn't be able to stop the hug before it turned into something of a quite different nature. So he just stared at Viggo, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
"I... I don't know what to say", he stammered finally.
Viggo turned towards him. There was something almost breathtaking in the way sunlight filtered through his sandy-blond hair and reflected in his eyes. And the way he was looking at Orlando right now... yes, that was breathtaking too.
"You mean quite a lot to me, Orli, you know that, right?", he said.
"Yes, I... I mean, I care a lot about you too, Vig", Orlando answered, feeling his face flush under Viggo's intense gaze.
"I know." Viggo stepped closer and lifted his hand, threading his fingers through Orli's hair, ruffling it affectionately.
"And I am really happy that we have met."
With these words, he enfolded Orlando in a tight embrace. It seemed at first just a warm, friendly hug, but Orlando held his breath, hoping for it to be more. He melted into Viggo, clutching at his shirt. Viggo's heart was pounding, just like his own. Neither of them seemed willing to pull away.
Suddenly Orlando felt hot breath upon his neck, followed by a tentative touch of Viggo's lips. He shivered, tightening his arms around Viggo's back. The warm lips on his skin parted and pressed harder. Orli let out a shaky breath and tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to Viggo's touch. One of Viggo's hands slipped under the hem of his t-shirt and pressed into the small of his back, while the other slid all the way up to cradle the back of his head. Orlando was trembling, and when Viggo's mouth trailed up his neck to gently suck on his earlobe, he couldn't suppress a moan.
Viggo pulled back a little and turned Orli's head to face him. His eyes were dark and stormy when he captured Orli's mouth in a passionate kiss.
Orlando's lips parted eagerly under Viggo's, letting his tongue inside, welcoming it with a wet slide of Orli's own tongue against it. Viggo explored his mouth thoroughly, tilting Orli's head back a little with the hand that was still tangled in his curls. The kiss was becoming so deep and possessive that Orlando felt his knees buckle under him. He swayed slightly, and Viggo steadied him, slipping a leg between his thighs. When Orli's aching erection came into contact with Viggo's hip, he couldn't resist pressing harder against it. Viggo pressed back, and the bulge in his jeans was equally firm against Orli's thigh.

They broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Viggo grabbed the hem of Orlando's t-shirt, pulling up, and Orli wordlessly lifted his arms above his head. As soon as his shirt floated to the floor, Viggo's hands were on him, sliding up and down his chest, callused fingertips brushing over the nipples. Orli arched back and moaned, hooking his thumbs into the beltloops of Viggo's jeans. Their hips were still connected, rocking slightly against each other. Viggo teased Orli's nipples insistently, while leaning over to trail wet kisses along his shoulder and collarbone. Then one of Viggo's hands slid down to the front of Orli's jeans.
"Oh God!...", Orlando gasped. Vig, I... I need to sit down. I can't hold myself straight while you're doing this to me..."
Viggo chuckled.
"I don't want you to be straight either while I'm doing this to you", he said, hooking an arm around Orli's waist.
"Oh, don't worry", Orlando chuckled back. "I'm anything but straight, especially around you..."
"That's so good to know", Viggo murmured huskily, leading him towards the sofa.
"Now lie down here, baby", he ordered softly. "Just kick back, relax and enjoy."
As soon as Orli was reclining comfortably against the pillows, Viggo unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them all the way down, taking off Orli's boxers, socks and shoes along with them.
"Open your legs", he commanded when he was done.
Orlando complied with a moan. Viggo knelt down beside him and took hold of his wrists, lifting his arms above his head.
"Do you mind me being in charge?", he asked, pinning Orli's wrists to the pillows behind him.
"God no. You're always in charge in my fantasies", Orli confessed.
"You've been fantasizing about me?..."
"Mmmmm, yes... Every night..."
"And what do I do to you in these fantasies?...", Viggo purred, his mouth close to Orli's ear, his hand sliding down Orli's chest and stomach until it closed around his straining cock.
"Oh God!... yes... just what you're doing now...", Orlando sighed, pushing himself up into Viggo's hand.
"Just that?... Nothing else?...", Viggo teased, running his thumb along the underside of the rigid shaft.
"Aaahhh... mmm... not just that... oh God... everything...", Orli moaned, writhing under his touch.
"Do I suck you off?...", Viggo breathed hotly into his ear.
"God yes!..." He was close already, the sound of Viggo's voice turning him on just as much as the increasing pressure on his aching flesh. Viggo's mouth moved down his body, kissing wetly, savouring the taste of his skin, until it reached the throbbing center of his need.
"I'm going to make all of your fantasies come true", he murmured throatily, just before swallowing the full, heated length of Orli's arousal.

"Oh God, Viggo!...", Orlando cried out, losing all coherence as he tumbled headlong towards release. Viggo was deep-throating him with abandon, fingers splayed possessively over his inner thighs. Orlando felt so totally claimed and consumed by him that is orgasm was shattering. He nearly passed out as Viggo held onto him and swallowed. When his shudders and gasps subsided a little, Viggo released his cock slowly and brought his face close to Orlando's for a kiss. Orli opened his mouth wide, tongue shooting out hungrily, arms winding around Viggo's neck.
"Oh Vig, you are amazing... wonderful...", he gasped when they broke for air.
"I just... wanted you very much, Orli", Viggo answered with a warm, slightly amused smile.
"You can have me all the way", Orlando declared, his face serious.
"Are you sure, baby?", Viggo asked, caressing his cheek. "Would you let me inside?..."
"Oh yes. Any way you want..."
"But... you've never done this before, have you?" Viggo's voice was full of concern.
"No... but I want to do it with you. I've been fantasizing about it as well... And I... I trust you not to do me any harm", he added a little shyly.
"Of course I'd be most careful", Viggo assured him. They kissed again, with tenderness and increasing passion.
"Do you want us to do it now?", Viggo asked when their lips parted.
Orlando nodded. Viggo stood up and extended a hand.
"Let's go to bed", he said.

Orlando let himself be pulled to his feet and escorted towards Viggo's bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed while Viggo stepped back and started undressing himself.
He had never seen Viggo naked before, and until now he was far too overwhelmed by what Viggo was doing to him to really think of anything else. When greeted, however, with the full sight of Viggo's gorgeous body, he felt himself harden once again. As soon as Viggo stepped out of his jeans and boxers, Orlando reached for him, winding his arms about his waist and pulling him close. He opened his mouth and started trailing wet kisses down Viggo's chest and stomach. Then his hands moved down to cup Viggo's buttocks and he tentatively licked at the tip of Viggo's engorged cock.
Viggo moaned, his fingers digging into Orlando's shoulders.
The young man's tongue swirled around him experimentally, exploring, tasting... worshiping. Viggo's hands slipped into Orli's hair - not really guiding him, just caressing. He threw his head back, moaning louder... and then he gently pulled Orli's mouth away.
"Stop!...", he choked out. "I'm too close already, I won't last if you go on..."
"Okay", Orlando conceded, letting go of him and climbing onto the bed. "I am yours now, Vig. Just tell me how you want me."
"Turn over on your stomach", Viggo demanded huskily.
Orlando hesitated.
"But I... I'd really like to see your face while you take me", he confessed.
"Of course, baby", Viggo smiled tenderly. "I want that too. But first we need to take some time preparing you, so that it doesn't hurt too much... and I think this is going to be easier with your backside up", he explained. "Besides, I really want to see your naked butt", he added with a cheeky grin.
Orlando turned over, grinning as well and blushing slightly. He rested his chin on his crossed arms and looked up at Viggo.
"Do you have something to... you know... ease the way?...", he asked hesitantly, as Viggo sat down beside him, caressing his back.
"Not anything meant specifically for that purpose", Viggo admitted. "I didn't exactly count on this happening today... But don't worry, I've got some nice massage oil."
He reached over to a nightstand drawer and pulled out a small plastic bottle.
"Here it is. It's going to work just fine."
He popped the bottle open and squeezed some shiny liquid onto his fingers. The he slid them gently between Orli's buttocks.
"Mmm...", Orlando whimpered, tensing with anticipation.
The tip of one finger made contact with his entrance, slowly pushing inside.
"How does it feel?", Viggo asked, nipping softly at the back of Orlando's neck.
"Mmmmm... strange... mhmmm... but I... I think I... like it...mmm..."
"Just relax, baby", Viggo soothed, twisting his finger a little.
Suddenly Orlando jerked his hips with a loud moan.
"Holy shit, Vig, what did you do???!!!...", he gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of pleasure.
Viggo only grinned smugly.
"That's how it feels to be touched down there", he said, brushing his finger over the sensitive spot again.
"Oh God!... had no idea... This is heaven...", Orlando whimpered.
"It's going to get better", Viggo promised huskily, pushing in a second finger. Orlando ground his hips into the bed to distract himself from the momentary discomfort. Then he pushed back, moaning wildly, as Viggo's callused fingertips started teasing him again.
"Oh God... Viggo... this is too much... ahhh... you're killing me... I can't... stand it...", he wailed.
"Do you want me to stop?", Viggo teased.
"No!... Never... mmmmm... I want to die from this... Hell yes!... God... aaahhh..."
Viggo bit his shoulder passionately and pushed in a third finger.
Orlando froze for a split second, then resumed his writhing and moaning with even greater abandon.
"Okay", Viggo growled, removing the fingers. "I think you're ready."

Orlando groaned in disappointment at the loss of contact.
"Turn over and spread wide for me", Viggo commanded.
He positioned himself between Orlando's open thighs and reached for the oil bottle again. Orlando watched, mesmerized, as he slicked up his rock-hard erection. Then he grabbed Orli's wrists and lifted his arms over his head again, pinning them to the bed behind him with one hand, while the other guided the tip of his cock towards Orlando's entrance. Orli whimpered in anticipation and wound his legs around Viggo's waist.
Viggo slowly pushed inside, stroking Orlando lazily to distract him from any pain he might feel. Orli threw his head back and bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut, groaning deep in his throat.
"Does it hurt?", Viggo choked out, forcing himself to stop.
"No... um, yes... just a little... but go on, please... I want to feel you... all of you...", Orli groaned.
"Relax, baby", Viggo rasped. "I'm almost there..."
When his hips touched the backs of Orli's thighs, he went completely still and bent down to take his lover's mouth in a deep kiss.
Then he asked softly: "Are you feeling alright?"
"Mmmmm, yes... It's just that... I never thought you'd be so big", Orlando panted.
"Should I take it as a compliment?", Viggo teased.
"I guess so. I don't really know how big I like'em yet", Orlando managed.
They both chuckled, moaning at the vibrations it caused in their lower bodies.
"Okay Orli, we'll take it slow", Viggo grunted. "Just tell me when you're ready for me to move."
They remained still for a few moments, kissing languidly, until Orlando looked up into Viggo's eyes.
"It's okay now. No pain at all. Fuck me", he whispered.
Viggo pulled back slowly and pushed in again, aiming carefully to hit the sensitive spot deep inside Orlando's body. He was rewarded with a loud, ecstatic moan.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby", he rumbled, thrusting a little harder. This time Orlando screamed.
Viggo sped up a little, relinquishing his iron self-control at last. Orlando's cries increased in volume and intensity as he pounded into him, hitting the sweet, secret spot every time. They were both getting close very fast, and Viggo grabbed Orli's dripping cock, pumping it roughly. Just a few strokes were enough for Orlando to explode violently, splashing all over Viggo's stomach. The pressure of his contracting inner muscles pushed Viggo over the edge as well. Orli's pleasure was intensified as Viggo spurted hotly deep inside of him. They both collapsed in a boneless heap, tangled in each other.

Orli's legs slid down onto the bed and soon after Viggo pulled out of him slowly, rolling over onto his back. He hooked an arm around Orlando, bringing him closer. Orli draped himself loosely over Viggo, pressing his face into the crook of Viggo's neck.
"Mmmmm... that was amazing", he breathed.
"Yes, darling", Viggo murmured tiredly. "It was."
"You called me darling", Orlando whispered, a little incredulous.
"Yeah. I did", Viggo admitted.
"Does it mean that..." Orlando's soft voice trailed off.
"Yes, Orli", Viggo answered quietly, not waiting for him to finish. "It does." His fingers tangled affectionately in Orli's very messed-up curls.
Orlando crawled slowly on top of Viggo, kissing his face.
"You are a miracle", he declared looking into the clear, serene blue eyes. "And you know what?", he continued, leaning closer, breathing into Viggo's ear. "I love you too."

Comments

[oceansecrets2.livejournal.com]

This is so sweet, Floatingleaf! There's nothing wrong with writing fluffy when it's as lovely as this.

[romi.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD you wicked woman- writing sex like this and pointing me sublty in the direction of it... (No, I did not wait for the link I got too curious! But fast write another one and then you can cut and paste the link to THAT fic in a comment *lol*)

This gets Romi just where she wants to be- hot and bothered- and with plenty of time to write, luckily.

Viggo in this fic... asdkfjfkhgoakkjfszdjfogtwiurevhdijfpiaueihfdigl

et cetera. <333

[geale01.livejournal.com]

Yay! So hot, so sweet! :D How I like! And I see there is much more... *rubs hands greedily*

Okay, so I started here (as you might have figured out already) and I can safely say that you will have a very hard time getting rid of me ;)