Rewards

Rewards

Posted: March 2005
Title: Rewards
Author: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is pure FICTION. No additives, preservatives or fillers.
Warnings: Detailed descriptions of fellatio. If this isn't your cup of tea you might want to read something else.

Summary: Because Sean's been such a good boy for Viggo...

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...Viggo bows his head, in silent acknowledgment of his lover's indomitable strength, and the humility he feels at being granted such a precious gift as Sean's boundless love. Sean tilts Viggo's face upwards and gentle gazes - one deep blue, the other a soft green - meet and speak their heart's truth.

"My love," Sean whispers reverently, "You bow to no one."

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Sound, much like breathing, possesses its own texture and motion.

Viggo cannot help but notice both as he watches the body of the beautiful man writhing in his grasp.

Sean draws in halting breaths, then shallow gasps—and Viggo notices how his lover's chest muscles seem to ripple like tiny waves from a wind blowing across a still pool. The husky catches of whispered words of desire as Sean's hips arch upwards towards the dark-haired man whose lips are now wrapped around his straining erection.

Viggo takes Sean deep inside his mouth, sucking and teasing, familiar with each glistening inch, satin smooth and hard as steel - each ridge that reads like salacious Braille to his tongue, and each vein that swells and fills with blood.

Sean is being rewarded for his earlier submission though if truth were to be told, the pleasure is all Viggo's. He loves the taste of Sean's skin after they've played. The tang of his sweat is flavored with something exhilarating and heady. Sometimes it's blood, sometimes it's the taste of leather mixed with the salt of his sweat.

Even in this fashion, he maintains possession of Sean, keeping him on the knife's edge, dancing on Viggo's strings like a sexual marionette.

Viggo licks and sucks him leisurely, savoring not only the flavor of Sean's flesh, but his breathless cries - the way words like "please" and "oh Viggo" can be felt as vibrations running up and down Sean's sweat-soaked body. He savors the bittersweet tang of pre-come as it tantalizes his mouth with its salty promise.

Viggo laves his tongue over Sean's cock, using it as he would one of his paintbrushes, adding shade, nuance, texture and perspective - teasing around the blushing corona, grazing the taut skin with his canines, something he knows drives his emerald eyed lover insane.

Sean tries to quicken the pace, but Viggo growls low in his throat and places his hands on his thighs, imprisoning him. Even a reward such as this still has to be earned...

Viggo begins to move faster and deeper, watching the accelerated rise and fall of Sean's chest as he pants and pleads as if struggling to remember what breathing is for.

When he explodes, flooding Viggo's mouth with his creamy essence - the texture of the cry wrested from deep within his body feels as powerful as a sudden gust from the hot Santa Ana winds of midsummer.

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THE END

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