Trust

Trust

Posted: March 2005
Title: Trust
Author: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, nothing in this story is true, it never happened. However, if it were up to me, not only would things be happening, I'd be right in the midst of a Sean/Viggo sandwich...bon appétit...
Warnings: Graphic scenes of m/m sex including fisting. Normally, one should use latex gloves for such activity, but this is fantasy...

Summary: Sean wants to try something new in the bedroom...

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"The essence of masculinity is the choice to be gentle even when one is stronger than others..."
From the Introduction to Doing it for Daddy, edited by Pat Califia

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In their playroom, Viggo is the master.

In their bedroom, Sean is.

The rest of the house is subject to whim.

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Though Sean wore Viggo's collar, which was fashioned in the style of a Native-American beaded choker and looked rather innocuous until closer inspection - theirs was not a 24/7 Dom/sub relationship - though Viggo remained Sean's firm yet tender guide into the new landscape of love and pleasure.

In the playroom, Viggo took Sean beyond his limits, bending his lover to his will, but careful not to break him. He had too much love and respect for his emerald-eyed lover as a man, and didn't want an emotionally needy submissive. He'd seen too many of those kinds of relationships in the past, and knew just how destructive they could be to all parties involved.

In their bedroom however, Viggo thoroughly enjoyed his rugged Yorkshireman's command of him. After five years Sean's husky Sheffield lilt should have been as familiar to him as the man himself, but that accent - especially potent because Sean had a delightfully filthy mouth and could be quite creative when it came to talking dirty - still turned Viggo on.

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"Oh yes...you like that my big beautiful Danish bastard..." Sean crooned raunchily into Viggo's ear as he pounded his blue-eyed lover's body literally into the mattress.

His voice alone was enough to send Viggo into the skies. Sean's voice coupled with the hard, steady fucking he was getting made heaven seem overrated.

"How's it feel to have your 'boy' fucking your hot, tight arse, hmm," he teased, the words dripping mercilessly in his ear like honey. "You should see yourself, Vig, spread out like the naughty little slut you are..."

Sean loved this - keeping Viggo off balance, out of control and screaming his beautiful Danish head off. He loved the way Viggo's hips rose to meet his thrusts, loved kissing those perfect lips, and could never be tired of their softness and sweetness.

"Not quite so dominant now are we," Sean growled as Viggo groaned. "Not with my cock slamming you into next week..."

Sean went at him for at least an hour or more, pulling back when he sensed either of them getting close.

"...Oh god...elskede..."

"That's right love...I'm your god and you're gonna worship my cock in your sweet little arse..." Sean's lips and teeth grazed Viggo's shoulder, marking him as Viggo often marked him in the playroom. "Then you're gonna worship my tongue as I lick my come out of your quivering hole..."

Viggo could only respond in hungry whispers of lust in Danish and in Spanish - being ravished by Sean seemed to make him forget rudimentary English.

Sean rode him hard and deep, striking that explosive center inside of him relentlessly. Viggo arched against Sean's chest, holding on with everything he had when suddenly his body practically lifted off the bed...

Leaning down, Sean took the head of Viggo's cock into his mouth, licking and teasing, while continuing to thrust into him and Viggo had no time to wonder what the hell - when Sean suddenly swallowed his entire length and he found himself careening into silken oblivion, coming so hard he felt as if shattering in aspect.

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Later though, after Viggo had somehow found the strength to speak, did he ask his lover about his little 'surprise'.

Sean gave him an innocently mischievous smile and replied, "Scott O'Hara."

"Who?"

"Scott O' Hara. He's some rather famous gay porn star."

That surprised Viggo, who couldn't quite imagine his Sean sitting through hardcore gay porn. "And you know this how?"

"Oh, Ian recommended him to me," he added as an afterthought.

That did not surprise Viggo at all.

Sir Ian McKellen may have had the rest of the world fooled by his elegance and tremendous talent, but having worked very closely with the man on 'Rings, the private McKellen was more like the dirty old uncle of the set, especially when his young companion joined him on location. McKellen may have been the elder statesman, along with Christopher Lee, but as he often liked to remind everyone, he was far from neutered or dead - a fact attested to by said companion who tended to look rather worn out and dazed after time spent in Ian's company.

"So, what else did this O'Hara guy teach you," Viggo asked curiously, fixing his eyes on his almost smug partner.

Sean stretched his legs, sinking closer to Viggo's warmth. "Oh, lots of interesting things..."

"Such as." Amusement colored his voice not only at having his lover 'corrupted' by Ian, but at the notion of Sean being 'schooled' in sexual techniques by a gay porn star.

"The man is quite talented, Vig. He can actually suck his own cock - I mean really throat the thing. Gotta admire a chap who can do that, ya know? Makes me wish I'd paid more attention in my movements' class when they talked about being flexible."

Viggo chuckled at his lover's tone. "I'm sure you probably could learn if you took up yoga, though I think you're off to a great start with what you just did to me."

"Right," Sean drawled sarcastically. "I can just picture it, me at some yoga studio - 'oh yes, I'd like to learn how to be flexible enough to blow myself, think you can help me?' "

The other man laughed. "Yes, but can you imagine how many guys would actually sign up?" His hand snaked out, lightly caressing Sean's chest, toying with the downy-soft hairs and tracing runes on Sean's flushed skin.

"Well outside of auto-eroticism, what else did Mr. O'Hara show you?"

Sean went quiet, almost hesitant. "Actually Vig, I saw something that I want to try, but only if it's right by you."

Viggo looked at Sean, eyes wide, expectant.

"I saw—I saw him put his fist inside of a man - and it seemed so...I got so hot looking at that. I just never thought anyone could enjoy that...but watching that I thought of you doing that to me..."

The softly spoken words came out in a breathless rush.

"You want to me to fist you Sean?"

Silence, then a deep breath. "I would like to try it, Vig."

Viggo rolled on top of Sean, covering him, molten blue eyes locking on his, kissing him tenderly, though he could still taste uncertainty upon Sean's lips.

Sean wanted to open himself up to him - figuratively as well as literally - in ways completely unknown.

Yet another gift...

He trailed a finger down Sean's warm cheek. "Listen, I know that a lot of this is still rather new to you, even after all this time. I mean, neither of us came into this world hardwired at giving head," and Sean's face crinkled into light laughter. "So like what you did to me - that was incredible - and frankly I'd never even dreamed of it. But don't be afraid to ask for or to try something different. Just like I take you out of your comfort zone in the playroom, we can do the same in here. It's all about trust."

Sean closed his eyes, seeking the words he wanted before speaking them. "It isn't that, Viggo...and I know we trust each other...It's just that sometimes I just feel so out of my depth with you. It's like I've been asleep for a thousand years and then you wake me to all these sensations and feelings that I didn't even know I could feel. Sometimes it feels like the first time we touched and you had to guide me...you've been so good for me, and I just want to return the favor."

"Oh love," and Viggo's lips skimmed over his, eyes bright and filled with a well of emotions, "You being with me forever is enough. We're not into bartering pleasure here. And I don't expect you to know everything because I don't. Hell, I had no idea who Scott O'Hara was until you told me."

He kissed the other man soundly. "Our love's a journey Sean, not the destination, and as long as we make that journey together, that's all that matters."

Viggo folded Sean into the cradle of his arms. "Unfortunately, my love, that part of the journey will have to be made another night." Sean looked at him quizzically, and he replied with a lopsided grin, "Remember you used the last of the lube."

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Sean stood at the window of their bedroom, staring up at a perfect silver moon when he felt Viggo's warm hand on his shoulder.

"Nervous?" Viggo asked.

Sean knew what Viggo's cock felt like inside of him, and his lover was very nicely endowed - but an entire hand...and Viggo had rather large hands.

Sean glanced over his shoulder. "What do you think, you daft bugger?"

His cocky answer spoke volumes.

Seeing his lover's intense scrutiny of his hands, Viggo pulled him into an embrace, whispering, "Me too. I just...the thought of hurting you...and I'm not talking about that kind of hurt...you don't have to do this Sean, not for me..."

"I know. But I want to...I want to feel you like that...inside of me..."

"Oh, love, I've thought of little else this past week."

Sean smiled reassuringly, tracing the outline of his lover's lips. "I trust you, Viggo. That's all you need to know."

Viggo closed his eyes, the treasure of Sean's words more precious than anything material. They'd been lovers for so long, and still those words held the power to almost bring him to his knees.

They slowly undressed each other, a familiar ritual that took on a new meaning as their lips became familiar friends in gentle kisses that deepened into a minuet of tongues. For a moment, wild passion took over as they strove to be closer, fingers intertwining in silken tresses of sun gold and warm chestnut.

Tenderly lowering Sean to the bed, he refused to let go of his mouth, hoping perhaps to kiss away the apprehension he tasted and the uncertainty he felt. With Sean's legs placed over his shoulders, he circled the tight pucker that seemed to suck in the tip of his finger.

His mouth stayed hot and insistent as he slicked his fingers with as much lubricant as his hands could hold, seeking then finding the cleft between Sean's buttocks.

Viggo slid the first finger inside of Sean, stroking back and forth, his tongue dancing in time to the slow and gentle penetration. A second finger joined the first, lightly teasing the explosive center within Sean, and then pulling back. Sean choked back a cry, hovering on the edge of fear and desire.

Three fingers now penetrated and stretched him, exposed him to Viggo's scorching gaze, as he gave him time to accept their fullness inside of him.

"Breathe, Sean..."

Viggo carefully introduced the fourth finger and Sean almost screamed - in agony or in ecstasy, not certain which for the sensations had become blurred. Viggo felt him shuddering uncontrollably around his hand, watched the chest rise and fall rapidly.

"Oh god, Viggo...," his voice a ragged whisper.

"Hush, love...I have you..." he murmured, stilling his movements, allowing for his lover to become accustomed to being opened wider than he'd ever been.

Sean quieted, waited.

"Are you ready Sean?" Viggo asked quietly, his own heart beating like a drum roll in his chest. "Will you accept me?"

Two sets of passion-dazed eyes - one deep ocean, the other soft forest, met, exchanged a silent signal of assent.

Sensitive and aware, Viggo slipped his knuckles inside, folded his thumb inside of his fingers and...

...Sean nearly hurtled his body towards the skies; a wild keening escaped his throat, his body practically flying in a red dream of unspeakable ecstasy.

The sight of Sean spread before him, so open, so vulnerable, was burned indelibly in Viggo's mind. Powerful energy surged between them, intimately connected in a way far more primal than they'd ever been; Viggo rode the waves of Sean's pleasure, coaxing him with soothing words of desire as his hand established a slow and sweet rhythm.

Nothing had prepared him for the hot intensity of Sean's inner core fully enveloped around him, practically drawing him in and keeping him there...

...exploring Sean through and through, watching his wrist disappear and reappear...

...watching Sean's body dance underneath him, taut as a bowstring, his throat constricting as he groaned and begged for more...for release...for it never to end.

Had Sean ever been more beautiful to his eyes?

Sean felt Viggo so deeply inside of him; he could have been caressing his very heart and the pleasure was far beyond intense—there were no words for the overwhelming sensations that neither body nor mind could process.

Viggo was taking him far past orgasm and Sean didn't know if he had the will to let go. To tumble into an unknown realm that seductively beckoned with each touch of Viggo's hand against his explosive center. He was trembling uncontrollably now, hands clenched into tight fists above his head.

"...Viggo, oh god...I can't...it's too much!"

On an adrenaline high, swept away by urgency and his own desire to shatter his lover into a million pieces, he pushed farther, deeper...

"You can..." Viggo growled his voice full of demand and command. "You will...look at me Sean, open your eyes...trust me..."

Sean was caught within the maelstrom of that deep dark gaze that held him fast as Viggo moved within him, urging with eyes and voice to just let go...

...to accept the thrusts that came faster and faster, heedless to anything except surrender and release...

...to accept the promise held in Viggo's eyes, filled with wonder and supremacy as he pushed Sean past the brink..."Come for me, Sean..."

...and he soared, secure in the knowledge that Viggo had him and would not let him go...

...and he gave himself over to the hunger, the need...

...and Sean screamed without shame, clutching at the hand inside of him, arching into his lover's body, in the throes of a little death almost agonizingly sweet...

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THE END

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