Orlando is so wired, he's practically vibrating, Viggo thought, watching the younger man bounce from one side of the kitchen to the other. After returning from their shopping expedition, Orlando had wanted to head upstairs immediately to try out their purchases, but Viggo had insisted they eat some dinner first. A little anticipation never hurts, he told himself. And he really was hungry. But if he was honest with himself - and Viggo tried always to be honest with himself - he knew there was something more to it than that.

Their shopping trip to 'Sex World' had proved to be an interesting experience. While Viggo had never gotten into toys before, he was far from naïve, and he'd thought he was familiar with the basic equipment. But he was amazed - and, if he was honest with himself again, a little disquieted - at the huge variety of devices, costumes, videos, and other paraphernalia available. Did people really need that much help with their sex lives? He never needed anything more than the feel of Orlando's body against his to become achingly aroused.

After some initial awkwardness, they had fallen into a teasing competition to select the ideal dildo for Viggo. Orlando had suggested several of mind-boggling size, and Viggo had laughingly asked Orlando to display the real thing so he could ensure a perfect fit. They had finally chosen one of more realistic proportions, made of blue latex with embedded silver glitter. Orlando insisted the color matched Viggo's eyes. Browsing through the aisles, they added a variety of scented and flavored lubes and oils to their cart, and finished by selecting two pairs of softly lined, quick-release handcuffs. Which, Viggo knew, were the cause of Orlando's present excitement.

'Orlando, come here and sit down,' Viggo beckoned, patting his lap invitingly. 'It's going to take another few minutes for the soup to warm up.' Orlando obligingly straddled Viggo's long legs and sat facing him, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist and nuzzling his ear. 'Soup isn't what I'm hungry for,' Orlando murmured, his warm breath teasing Viggo's ear before his lips slid down the column of his throat. Viggo purred with pleasure as his arousal responded eagerly to Orlando's matching one, and he was tempted for a moment to forego dinner and head straight for the main course himself. Except, he recalled, tonight he was going to be the main course...

There it was again. Hiding behind the arousal, the anticipation, was a tiny frisson of uneasiness. What the fuck is my problem? Viggo asked himself. Before he could explore the feeling further, the oven timer sounded insistently. 'The bread's hot,' Viggo announced, lifting a reluctant Orlando to his feet. 'Come on, angel, time to eat.'

'Oh, I intend to eat,' Orlando whispered wickedly, refusing to release the artist from his embrace. Viggo walked Orlando backwards to the stove as the younger man continued to press moist kisses on his neck, gently disentangling him with a final kiss and a swat with the potholder.

'Did you even have breakfast this morning?' Viggo asked as he pulled the loaf from the oven. 'I know you didn't eat anything on the plane. I don't want you passing out on me from hunger,' he teased, 'especially when I'm not going to be in a position to do anything about it.'

'That's right, you won't,' Orlando agreed, wrapping his arms around Viggo again and pressing his erection firmly against his backside. 'I'll have you in just the position I want you in, love - and you won't be able to do anything but lie back and enjoy it.'

'Just get some bowls out, OK?' Viggo asked in mock exasperation.

'Enjoy giving the orders now, Vig,' Orlando countered. 'Once we get upstairs, I'm in control.'

Is that the problem? Viggo wondered as he ladled out the vegetable soup and sliced the crusty French bread. Am I bothered at giving up control? He didn't think so - over the years they had been together, Orlando frequently took the lead in their lovemaking. But Viggo wondered why his lover seemed so excited by this fantasy in particular. Maybe Orlando felt differently, maybe he did tend to assume control without realizing it?

Orlando didn't seem to notice Viggo brooding across the table. He gulped down his soup so quickly that Viggo hoped he hadn't burned his throat. 'I know you cooked, but do you mind cleaning up?' the younger man asked. 'I want to take care of a few things upstairs.'

'That sounds ominous,' Viggo replied semi-seriously. 'Sure, angel, just let me know when you're ready for me.' Orlando snatched one more quick kiss before bounding up the stairs two at a time.

As he poured the remaining soup into a storage container and rinsed the few dishes, Viggo tried again to clarify his feelings about Orlando's fantasy. Viggo recognized that he tended to live inside his own head a lot, to over-think things. He used his acting, his poetry, his art, to package and control what he let others see of his thoughts and emotions. Orlando's passion for life, the ease with which he shared his feelings, were some of the reasons Viggo loved him so much. But the differences in their communication styles had caused some problems early in their relationship. Maybe he was over-thinking again, reading something into nothing more than Orlando's natural zeal for new experiences.

He wasn't going to find an answer worrying alone in the kitchen, Viggo realized. He'd just have to trust his lover and take things as they come. Knowing Orlando, he thought wryly, probably several times... He heard Orlando calling his name and flicked off the lights as he headed upstairs to the bedroom.

Orlando captured Viggo in a passionate kiss as soon as he walked through the door. A dozen or more candles flickering on various surfaces around the room provided the only illumination, and a slow jazz tune played softly in the background. Orlando was already undressed, and Viggo was struck as he always was by the pure beauty of his lover's body. Still locked in their embrace, the younger man walked them toward the bed, his lips not leaving Viggo's until their legs bumped up against the mattress. Wordlessly, Orlando began to remove Viggo's clothing, restraining himself from the loving touches and kisses that would normally accompany this activity. When Viggo was naked, Orlando cradled his face in his hands and kissed him again, slowly, deeply, before pulling back to look into his steel-blue eyes.

'Are you ready for this?' Orlando asked seriously.

'Yes,' Viggo answered, realizing it was true. He wanted to offer this, offer himself, to Orlando. Lying back on the bed, he let Orlando stretch his arms above his head and enclose each wrist in one of the handcuffs secured to the corners of the oak and iron headboard.

'Comfortable?' Orlando asked, pressing a kiss into each of Viggo's palms.

'For now,' Viggo agreed, 'though I'm sure you have plans to make me very uncomfortable before long.'

'You'll have to wait and see.' Orlando spread Viggo's legs apart and tied each ankle to the footboard with a length of soft cloth.

'Are those my Hidalgo bandanas?' Viggo asked with mock concern. 'Why don't you use some of your God-ugly ties instead? If I tear one of those in the heat of my passion, I'll be performing a public service.'

Orlando smiled as he knelt between Viggo's legs. 'You're pretty mouthy for someone who's tied down and at my mercy.'

'What are you going to do about it?' Viggo challenged.

Orlando knelt quietly for a moment, drinking in the sight of his lover spread open and restrained before him. 'I'm going to worship every inch of your magnificent body,' he replied seriously. 'I'm going to touch you and pleasure you until you think you can't stand any more. And you're not going to come until I decide you've had enough.'

Viggo trembled at the promise in Orlando's voice. 'What are you waiting for, then?'

'Begging already?' Orlando teased. 'I thought you had more will-power than that...' Both men fell silent as Orlando leaned forward and threaded his fingers into Viggo's hair. It had grown longer between roles, and Orlando let the silky strands run through his fingers until he had combed through it all. His strong fingers massaged Viggo's scalp, winning a hum of pleasure from the older man. The touch gentled as his fingertips outlined the shell of Viggo's ears, then rubbed small circles across his forehead, smoothing away the lines that furrowed it. The fingertips swept across Viggo's high cheekbones and gently closed his eyelids, sweeping several times across his fluttering lashes before gliding down the strong nose. They slid slowly across his upper lip, lingering to gently trace the scar that bisected it. Avoiding his lips for the moment, Orlando's fingertips traced the firm lines of Viggo's jaw and dipped in and out of the cleft in his chin. Finally, they returned to hover over Viggo's mouth, barely making contact with the moist skin. Viggo caressed the teasing fingers with his lips, savoring the only touch he could initiate with Orlando.

Orlando allowed Viggo's tongue to slide across his fingers before slowly drawing them away. 'No more of that,' he said reluctantly, reaching to the bedside table to retrieve the bottle of flavored massage oil he had placed there earlier. A spicy, citrusy scent filled Viggo's senses as Orlando poured a handful of the oil into his palm. He blew on it lightly to warm it, then rubbed his hands together and brought them to rest just below Viggo's chin. He drew them in long strokes down Viggo's throat, returning to teasingly caress the patch of skin behind Viggo's ear which never failed to make him tremble. Sliding around the back of Viggo's neck, Orlando circled the hollow of his throat and followed the lines of his collarbone to deeply massage the other man's shoulders. 'Relax,' he murmured, and felt the tension slowly begin to ease. He massaged his way down Viggo's right arm, noticing how Viggo caught his breath as he skimmed across the fold of his elbow. Reaching his hand, Orlando pulled slowly but firmly down each finger, then pressed his thumb in deep circles around Viggo's palm. 'Mmmnnn,' Viggo hummed in appreciation as Orlando repeated the same caresses to his other arm.

Orlando added more oil before returning his palms to Viggo's chest. He coated the well-defined pecs until they glistened and teasingly circled the brown nipples without touching them, running his hands instead down his sternum and across his lower ribs. Reaching underneath the other man, Orlando massaged up and down Viggo's back, rubbing the base of his palms firmly across the ribs on Viggo's sides until he returned at last to the front of his chest. Again, Orlando teasingly spiraled around the now-hard nipples, drawing ever-smaller circles until Viggo could no longer wait to feel Orlando's hands on them.

'Please,' Viggo whispered huskily. 'Please, angel, touch me...' He gasped as Orlando's fingertips slid over the sensitive nubs, brushing lightly back and forth. Viggo arched his back to increase the contact with Orlando's teasing fingertips. Orlando pulled gently on the buds of flesh, the oil preventing him from grasping them firmly. Viggo moaned as Orlando's hands slid down his torso to repeat the circling caress around his navel, the younger man's finger gliding in and out in an evocative echo of other touches to come.

Viggo couldn't restrain another gasp as Orlando's hands continued down the sensitive skin of his abdomen and traced back and forth along the junction with his thighs. Orlando ignored Viggo's achingly hard cock, and instead slid his hands around Viggo's flanks to firmly massage his buttocks. Viggo shuddered as Orlando let one finger glide down the crease between his cheeks, skimming over his perineum and back to rub over the puckered opening before withdrawing to reach for more oil.

Viggo's arousal grew as Orlando stroked and kneaded his way down first one leg and then the other, stretching the toes and massaging the arch of each foot, pausing to tease the inner crease of each knee until Viggo's cock throbbed in time with Orlando's caresses. Finally, the younger man trailed his fingers up the insides of Viggo's thighs to tangle teasingly in the sandy curls at the base of Viggo's erection.

Orlando paused for a moment to admire the vision before him. Viggo's entire body glistened with oil, his face flushed with arousal, his cock rigid and leaking in anticipation. 'You are so beautiful,' Orlando whispered as he slowly leaned forward and lowered his body over his lover's, sliding upward until he could capture Viggo's mouth in a gentle kiss.

Viggo shivered as Orlando's skin slid over his sensitized flesh. He opened his mouth, trying to deepen the kiss, but Orlando kept it soft and gentle, skimming his body across Viggo's, the oil letting them glide over each other smoothly. Viggo arched his body until his groin aligned with Orlando's, causing their erections to brush against each other at last. Orlando gasped against Viggo's mouth, and Viggo seized the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, running it over Orlando's teeth, against his tongue, trying to convey with his mouth all the caresses his hands could not give.

They kissed, their bodies rubbing ever more urgently against each other, until they were both trembling and dripping with the need for more. Orlando tore his mouth away from Viggo's at last, drawing a steadying breath as he knelt again between Viggo's legs. Viggo could feel Orlando's hands shaking as they skated down his chest. His breath hitched as Orlando's fingertips slid up the inside of his thighs and between his cheeks, brushing repeatedly over the puckered opening until he was shaking. 'Orlando,' he whispered, 'please...'

Orlando slipped the tip of one oil-coated finger inside Viggo, moving easily past the guardian muscle, pushing slowly until he could go no further. He withdrew almost completely, then slid in again, repeating the slow friction over and over until Viggo writhed against him. 'More, please angel,' Viggo pleaded, sighing as a second finger joined the first, but Orlando maintained the same slow pace, avoiding the contact he craved. Viggo rocked his hips against Orlando's hand, trying to change the angle, increase the speed, anything to force Orlando to brush against the bundle of nerves deep inside him. 'Angel, you're killing me,' he groaned, continuing to pump his hips until Orlando added a third finger, circling them slightly, finally hitting the spot that caused Viggo to arch up and cry out with pleasure.

'Tell me what you want,' Orlando whispered as he watched Viggo rock his hips rhythmically against his hand, 'tell me what you need...'

'Need you,' Viggo gasped, feeling the sensation growing inside him, desperate for release. 'Need you to touch me, please, angel, touch me...' He trembled as Orlando drew his other hand down his body, gathering more oil before sliding to his sacs, caressing and squeezing them gently as his fingers continued their slow in-and-out thrust. 'Please, angel,' Viggo repeated, moaning as Orlando wrapped the hand around his shaft and slowly drew it up its length, stopping before it reached the weeping head. Viggo thrust his hips up against Orlando as he slid his hand up and down and his fingers in and out, forcing a faster rhythm as the intensity deepened, filling his chest with its heat. He clenched his muscles around Orlando's fingers and bucked fiercely against his hand. 'Orlando,' he begged, 'please, need to come, let me come...'

The rhythm of Viggo's thrusts became erratic as the pleasure built up within him. His muscles spasmed against Orlando's fingers as they repeatedly brushed over his sweet spot. Suddenly, Orlando leaned over and took Viggo's cock in his mouth, swallowing it to the root. The sensation was more than Viggo could bear and he exploded within Orlando's mouth, calling out his name, shaking with the intensity of his release.

Orlando sucked and swallowed until Viggo's trembling eased, then slid back up the length of his lover's body to claim a passionate kiss. 'Taste how delicious you are,' he whispered to Viggo, awed at the beauty of what he had just witnessed.

Orlando curled around Viggo's torso and rested his head against his lover's chest, feeling his breathing slowly return to normal. Watching Viggo come undone had been incredibly arousing, but Orlando was not yet ready to seek his own release. He wanted to see that look of ecstasy on Viggo's face again. He felt a rush of pride that he could give such pleasure to the man he loved. He couldn't write a poem or paint a canvas to show how much Viggo's love meant to him, but he could do this. He wanted to make Viggo lose control again.

Viggo sighed in contentment as his heart resumed its normal rhythm. He wanted nothing more than to hold his lover in his arms and return the pleasure he had just received. 'Undo these?' he asked Orlando, jiggling his wrists inside the handcuffs.

'Not yet,' Orlando replied, rising to kneel again between Viggo's legs. Viggo was the most considerate and unselfish lover Orlando had ever had. He knew that as soon as his hands were free, Viggo would concentrate on satisfying his partner. But Orlando didn't want to be distracted; he wanted to give all his attention to pleasing Viggo.

He leaned over and ravished Viggo's mouth with another deep, passionate kiss. 'Let me love you again,' he whispered. 'Tell me what you want and I'll do it, anything at all...'

'I want to touch you,' Viggo complained, pulling futilely against the restraints.

'Anything but that,' Orlando answered. 'As soon as I let you go, you'll go back to being Viggo again. I don't want you to be in control.'

Viggo's earlier uneasiness returned full force. Orlando's words echoed inside his head...'you'll go back to being Viggo again...I don't want you to be in control...'. The insecurities he though he had buried long ago - too old, too restrained, too boring - made it clear that they weren't quite dead yet. Had he really misread Orlando's feelings so badly?

'Orlando, I...' he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Orlando knew Viggo was trying to find the words to persuade him to release him. He laid a finger across his lover's lips. 'Don't think,' he whispered. 'Just feel...'

'Don't think...' Did Orlando think he was filtering his feelings for him, packaging and controlling them as he did his interactions with others? Fuck, was he filtering his feelings for Orlando?

'Just feel...' If that was what Orlando wanted...Viggo was determined to open his soul, let Orlando see everything he felt for him. He forced his mind clear of the swirling thoughts that filled it, focused everything on the immediacy of the moment and the sensations Orlando aroused in him.

As soon as Orlando's lips touched Viggo's face, he hardened again. Orlando trailed moist kisses across Viggo's forehead and over his cheekbones, lingering over his eyes, running his tongue across the silky eyelashes. He paused again over the scar on Viggo's lip, lapping over it repeatedly before drawing it gently into his mouth. Viggo angled his head, trying to capture Orlando's lips with his own, but Orlando lifted his mouth and moved to Viggo's ear instead, tracing its contours with his lips, exploring the canal gently with his tongue. Viggo shivered when Orlando blew lightly over the moistened skin before repeating the caresses on his other ear. Then Orlando's lips reached the sensitive patch of skin behind Viggo's ear, and he moaned aloud.

Orlando continued to retrace the path his hands had taken earlier with his lips and tongue, nibbling and licking down Viggo's throat, across his collarbone, up each arm in turn. He gave special attention to the sensitive places he had noticed earlier - the hollow of Viggo's throat, the inside of his elbows. When Orlando drew each of Viggo's fingers into his mouth and suckled it, Viggo felt the pull of sensation directly in his groin. Returning to his chest, Orlando traced each of Viggo's ribs with his tongue, then began the slow spiral approach toward a hard nipple. Viggo cried out in pleasure when Orlando's tongue finally touched the sensitive nub. His cock twitched in time with the rhythmic suction of Orlando's lips. As Orlando kissed his way to the other side of his chest, Viggo wondered if he might come just from Orlando's mouth on his nipples.

Viggo drew a gasping breath as Orlando began licking and nibbling his way down his stomach. Orlando lingered over the crescent moon tattooed on Viggo's hip, gently nipping the flesh until Viggo was trembling. He laved each crease where hip joined thigh, then kissed his way down each leg, paying special attention to the sensitive back of each knee. Viggo again felt the pull of pleasure as Orlando drew each toe into his mouth, stronger this time, as if all his nerve endings were being redirected to his groin. He was trembling steadily now as Orlando slowly licked his way back up each leg, moaning as Orlando placed gentle love bites on the insides of his thighs. Orlando began nuzzling the damp curls at the base of his arousal, pulling softly on the hairs before moving lower to lick at his delicate sacs. Viggo cried out again as Orlando drew them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and suckling gently. Letting them slide from his lips, Orlando licked a path up the underside of Viggo's rigid shaft, running his tongue around the tip, dipping into the slit to lap up the fluid seeping from it.

Viggo's entire body tensed as Orlando slid his mouth over the length of his cock. The pleasure was building to a climax, but Viggo didn't want to come this way. He desperately needed more contact with Orlando than this. 'No,' he moaned, finding it surprisingly hard to find his voice. 'Need you,' he gasped, drawing a deep breath to force out the words. 'Need to feel you...inside...me...'

Orlando raised himself to kneel again between Viggo's trembling legs. He ran his fingers down the crease between Viggo's cheeks, but Viggo pulled back, tossing his head from side to side as he gasped for breath. 'Ready,' he rasped unsteadily. 'Need you, now...please...'

Viggo thought he might faint from pleasure as Orlando slowly filled him. He stilled for a moment to allow himself to just feel the sensation of being joined in oneness with his love. As Orlando began to move within him, the need to touch him in return grew unbearable. 'Hands,' he gasped, hoping Orlando understood, since he was no longer able to force out more than a word at a time. Fortunately, Orlando did, sliding his hands up to intertwine his fingers with Viggo's. 'Mouth,' Viggo moaned, needing to kiss Orlando more than he needed to breathe. He locked his lips to Orlando's and poured all the love and emotion he was feeling into the kiss, baring his soul without words.

Orlando's thrusts became deeper as the waves of pleasure built within him. He tried to free a hand to move to Viggo's cock, but Viggo's fingers tightened fiercely around his. 'No,' he groaned between gasping breaths. 'Don't let go...never...let you...go...' He raised his head to capture Orlando in another searing kiss.

All Viggo's senses were shutting down, focusing only where he joined with Orlando at hands, mouth, and groin. He no longer smelled the tangy spice of the oil, overlaid with the musk of their lovemaking. He could no longer see Orlando's face above his, no longer hear the constant moans that accompanied his every breath. No amount of alcohol, no drug had ever matched the high he felt at this moment. He was soaring, every thrust of Orlando's body into his pushing him higher and higher, so high that he might not survive the fall...

Orlando tried to hold back, to prolong this moment as long as possible. He wanted to burn this image of Viggo into his mind for all eternity - head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, his features transformed into a mask of ecstasy. Then the waves of pleasure crashed over him, and crying out his lover's name, Orlando reached his climax, collapsing limply against Viggo's body.

The pressure of Orlando's body against his threw Viggo over the edge. A sound that was part scream, part sob tore from his throat, and he came at last, great shuddering waves repeating over and over as if they would never end. The sensation was so intense that Viggo's overloaded nerves shut down and he slid into blackness.

Only the sudden relaxation of Viggo's body allowed Orlando to free his hands from his lover's grip. He flexed them, knowing he'd have bruises tomorrow, and released the handcuffs from Viggo's wrists. Viggo didn't move. Slightly alarmed, Orlando gathered him into his arms, brushing away the tears that ran down the older man's cheeks. 'Viggo?' he called anxiously.

Viggo slowly felt his senses returning one by one. He heard Orlando's voice anxiously calling his name. He tried to open his eyes, having to blink several times before he could force the lashes apart. 'Angel,' he croaked, reaching a trembling hand to erase the worry from Orlando's face. 'That was...' His mind could find no words to describe the intensity of the experience.

Fortunately, Orlando didn't seem to require them. He bent down to remove the ties from Viggo's ankles, then pressed a gentle kiss to Viggo's lips. 'Yeah, it was,' he agreed eagerly, turning to nestle up against him in their favorite spoon position. 'Just think, you get to do that to me next time.'

Viggo drew a deep breath as he pulled Orlando closer to him and rested his head on his lover's shoulder. Yes, Orlando had given him plenty to think about...

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