Viggo looked up from a stack of receipts, catching a glimpse of dark curls through the front window. Shifting behind the counter to get a better angle, his mouth curved into a knowing smile. He recognized the young man staring at the displays he had just changed that morning. Viggo didn't know the man personally, but he had been staring at the outfits displayed in the front window at Second Skin for several weeks now.

Viggo was used to gawkers. Creative displays of the custom-made leather clothing, unique to his shop, were his primary customer draw. Of course, people looking did him absolutely no good unless they actually managed to make it through the entrance. Swinging out from behind the counter, he walked towards the front door, telling himself he was attracting business, not attracted to this particular potential customer. Pushing open the beveled glass door, he smiled, "Come in and try it on. It would look fabulous on you."

The boy with the tousled chocolate curls jumped guiltily. He obviously hadn't been aware of Viggo's presence until the older man spoke. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, he stuttered, "Oh… I… I couldn't… it's just not…"

Viggo adjusted the young man's age down by several years, but he was obviously old enough to be legal and Viggo was a pro at enticing reluctant buyers. He lightly touched the flustered man's arm, guiding him inside the store. "I've seen you here - looking - before… intriguing aren't they?" he asked, noticing how the young man's eyes locked on a pair of white leather pants.

"They'd look good on you. The white would highlight your skin tone." And the leather would highlight your ass. Now that Viggo had him closer, the lithe muscles on the slender frame were plain to see. "Why don't you try them on?" he offered, selecting a pair of the pants in the customer's size. After seven years of owning this place, he could size a man or woman almost perfectly on sight.

"Oh, I couldn't. I wouldn't… I couldn't wear anything that… well that… overt." Dark eyes almost pleaded with Viggo to understand, and Viggo did. Many people were reticent when it came to buying and wearing leather clothing.

"Trust me, you could… and you are going to. If you need to, consider it a favor for me. They are new in the store and I have yet to see them on someone." Viggo placed the cool leather into the young man's arms and pushed him into a dressing room. "Please don't insult me or my clothes by keeping anything on underneath them," he added with a laugh.

Four weeks later

Viggo spotted Orlando, looking nervously through the front window. It had taken him three more visits to coax a name from the gorgeous young man and another two to get his age. He was actually closer to the age Viggo had first guessed, but his shy demeanor and naivety made him seem younger. It was a delightful paradox, a young man with little experience but an innate sensuality. Just thinking about it made Viggo hard.

Today, Orlando's eyes were darting between the new display in the window and Viggo behind the counter. Viggo hoped that Orlando's interest in him was equal to his interest in the clothing. Taking a deep breath for patience, he focused his attention on the ledger in front of him. Silently he pleaded with Orlando to come inside. So far, Viggo'd had to invite - okay, more like drag - him into the store each time. He really wanted Orlando to come in on his own today. When the door chime rang, he smiled. "One of these days, I might actually get you to buy something."

"Don't hold your breath," Orlando shot back, immediately flushing at the 'unseemly' comeback. "I'm sorry."

Viggo threw his head back and laughed. "Fuck, why? I like the little glimpses I get of the real you when you aren't being so uptight."

Fingering the soft leather of a tan vest, Orlando looked at him surprised. "You are the only one," he sighed.

"Dad still giving you trouble?" Viggo asked, concerned. Over the course of several visits, Orlando had opened up a little about being groomed to take over his father's business. Unfortunately, business was life to the elder Mr. Bloom and the grooming included all aspects of Orlando's professional life, personal life and appearance.

"Want to hear the latest? He's actually found me 'the perfect bride'. His words, not mine." A disgusted shudder ran down Orlando's spine.

Viggo's lungs temporarily ceased functioning. He didn't want to see Orlando forced into a relationship with a women his father had chosen for him. Truth be told, he didn't want to see him in a relationship with a woman at all, or any other man, for that matter. Fuck, when had he gotten so possessive over the kid? 'Get a grip, Mortensen,' he swore at himself, 'and a plan. If you are going to find out if Orlando has any interest in you, you need to do it now.'

"Damn. That sucks. What you need is a night on the town. Let me dress you up and take you out?" Viggo offered spontaneously. He was breaking almost all of his non-negotiable rules including dating customers, dating men too young for him, and coming on to a man he wasn't 100% sure was even gay, but something about Orlando had twisted him in knots from the first time he saw the beautiful young man staring in the front window like a kid looking in at a candy shop without a dime in his pocket.

"Oh, I couldn't," Orlando stated, but Viggo could see the spark of excitement in the brown eyes.

"You say that a lot. First rule for tonight, you can't say, 'I couldn't.' or 'I can't.' Deal?"

"But what if someone recognizes me?"

"Trust me, we'll go somewhere where no one will recognize you. Even if they do, they won't want to admit they were there, so they won't be able to report that they saw you."

Orlando didn't look entirely convinced, but he allowed himself to be pushed towards the dressing room anyway.

"Strip," Viggo ordered, turning towards the display racks and mentally selecting the perfect outfit for the gorgeous man. Returning to the dressing room, he passed a pair of pants through the curtain.

Several minutes later, colorful curses streamed out of the cubicle. Orlando was indeed a contradiction in so many ways, a quiet executive that could curse like a sailor, a naïve virgin (Viggo suspected) that had a fetish for leather. "Need some help?" Viggo asked, smirking slightly. The pants he had selected were white leather, like most of the things Orlando had tried on in the shop, but they had intricate lacings up the outside of both legs and over the crotch.

The curtain flew back, leaving an obviously frustrated Orlando posed, hands on his hips, naked chest, leather pants slung low on his hips, the lacings only partially done. Viggo tried vainly to catch his breath. Fuck, it was everything he could do to not hit his knees and pull Orlando's cock out from between those lacings and into his mouth. He'd give the boy something to curse about.

Finally managing to convince his lungs to accept a breath, Viggo reclaimed some of his scattered control. "It's not that bad," he soothed, taking hold of the slender hips and positioning Orlando's body so he could work on the lacings down the sides of his legs first. He tightened them just enough to make the beautiful tanned skin peak through the open lacings from hip to ankle.

Shifting to try and find a more comfortable position for his own stiffening cock, he began to work on the lacings over Orlando's groin. He watched in fascination as a good sized bulge developed under the flap he was lacing. Deliberately, his fingers brushed and teased as he worked. When he was done, he looked up to see Orlando's head laid back against the wall, a look of hedonistic pleasure on his face.

Realizing that Viggo's fingers had stilled, Orlando opened his eyes and looked down at the shop owner. "I had no idea being 'dressed' could be so erotic."

"Just wait," Viggo promised, rising slowly and lifting a hanger off a hook to his right. He released the clamps that held a rectangle of white leather, more laces streaming from the edges.

"What's that?" Orlando asked apprehensively.

"A corset," Viggo replied simply. He had to step very close to Orlando to pass the garment behind his back. "Lift your arms."

Orlando obeyed silently, unconsciously holding his breath as Viggo's fingers skimmed over his sensitive ribs. Practiced fingers quickly threaded the laces, pulling the supple leather tight around Orlando's chest. Looking down Orlando could see that the white leather set off his tan and accented his dark nipples and colorful tattoo. The sun tattoo, he had gotten during a teenage attempt at rebelling from his father, appeared to be rising from under the leather. Viggo's thumb stroked softly over the inked design, giving Orlando the feeling the older man was reading his mind. The breath he'd been holding escaped in a sharp hiss.

Viggo smiled, no longer harboring any doubts about Orlando's interest in him. He nodded, pleased at his work. The pants made Orlando's legs look impossibly long and the corset emphasized his slender form while making his shoulders appear even broader. Passing him a pair of boots, he said, "Put these on while I go change."

Orlando watched the retreating form, wondering how Viggo would dress to go out. He'd only ever seen the man around the shop where he wore jeans and a t-shirt and was usually barefoot.

Viggo emerged from the office no more than fifteen minutes later dressed all in black, leather trousers, boots, and a vest with lacings up the sides that echoed Orlando's pants. His walk seemed to have changed too. He had all the grace of a tiger or panther, including the power that seemed to shift with his muscles just beneath the surface of his skin.

Orlando might have been able to handle that, but the bracers on his muscular forearms and the lack of covering on his upper arms, shoulders and chest made Orlando feel weak in the knees. He couldn't take his eyes off of the new side of the quiet man he had gotten to know. His fingers continued to absently fiddle with a white leather collar he'd been looking at before Viggo appeared.

"Do you like that?" Viggo asked, stopping at his side, his voice several registers lower than his normal speaking voice.

Orlando nodded, his attention snapping back to the object in his hands. "Can I wear it?"

"No." Viggo hurried to explain as a hurt look flashed over Orlando's face. "A collar is more than just decoration. You have a lot more to learn before you make that decision."

Orlando shrugged and turned away, still stinging a little even after the explanation. Viggo slipped the collar in his pocket, knowing that even if Orlando never wore it, he would sell it to no one else.

"You could use a little 'decoration' though…" Viggo turned to a glass display case and removed something Orlando couldn't see. Turning, he held a delicate sliver chain between the fingers of both hands.

Orlando shivered, not really knowing why. "A necklace?"

Viggo smiled, shaking his head in the negative. "Come here," he purred.

As Orlando got closer, he noticed the small clamps on each end of the chain. His cock hardened uncomfortably in the tight pants, the soft suede of the leather inside the pants moving over his swelling shaft and exacerbating the problem.

Viggo's thumb brushed over one of the large brown nipples just above the edge of the corset. Orlando bit back a whimper.

"It'll pinch less if they're hard," Viggo whispered, wetting his thumb and stroking it over the flat disc. Leaning forward, he blew lightly over the wet nub. Orlando audibly whimpered this time. When Viggo repeated the action with the other nipple, he sunk his fingers into the older man's hair, using it to anchor and steady himself.

Straightening, Viggo quickly attached both clamps, adjusting them to the lightest tension that would keep them firmly attached. He searched Orlando's eyes for signs of pain or discomfort. He knew he was seriously pushing the young man's limits, but someone had to before he gave in and became a clone of his father, marrying the, no doubt, ideal candidate the older Bloom had hand picked.

The feel of the leather on his skin, the contact with Viggo's hands as he had adjusted and dressed him, and now the constant pressure on his nipples had Orlando almost painfully aroused.

"You ready to go?" Viggo asked, watching Orlando.

Orlando's eyes shifted from the door to Viggo and back like a scared rabbit. Viggo was sure he was thinking of just breaking and running, never to return.

"Would you feel better with something to cover you while we walk?" Viggo guessed.

Orlando nodded gratefully. Viggo disappeared into the back room, reappearing with a long black duster. He held the coat open in silent invitation. Orlando turned leaning back as Viggo lifted the coat to his shoulders. Strong arms wrapped around him, fastening the buttons. He relaxed against the broad chest behind him, inhaling the scent of Viggo that clung to the coat.

Viggo's hands moved down his chest to his hips and shoved gently. "Let's go."

~~~~~

Viggo entered the club with Orlando at his side, clutching the long coat tightly around him. He looked ready to fight the coat check girl if asked to give up his 'shield'.

"It's okay. Keep it on until you feel comfortable." Viggo ran a soothing hand up and down Orlando's back and pointed to an empty booth on the far side of the dance floor. Orlando nodded and followed.

The club was filled with both men and women, dressed in a variety of outfits from silk to leather to latex. Many people wore both collars and leashes. Compared to the majority of the people milling about, Orlando and Viggo were dressed conservatively. 'You are being silly,' Orlando chided himself. 'No, I can'ts tonight, remember?' Unbuttoning the coat as they walked, he shrugged out of it just as they reached the table, letting it fall to his hands and trail slightly behind him, completely unaware of the stir his unintentionally dramatic unveiling had caused.

Viggo paused beside the booth to allow Orlando to slide into the semi-circular seat first. Seeing Orlando standing alluringly, coat discarded, he quickly scanned the room, making eye contact with the dominant males and a few females. His message was clear, "He's mine. Stay away."

Orlando purposefully slid only partly into the booth so that when Viggo sat down, they were pressed close together. "Tell me about this place," Orlando prompted, using the volume of the music as an excuse to stay close to Viggo's ear. He looked around the room, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Hmmm… well Indecent Desires opened seven years ago, about the same time I opened my shop. It made quite a stir. All the right-leaning politicians swore they'd close it down, but Sean has really good lawyers. Sean Bean owns several of these clubs here and in Europe. It isn't really a fetish bar. It's too sophisticated for that, but it is definitely a place for people who like to dress up, role(-)play or be subtly exhibitionist. Sean and I have become friends over the years. We have a very similar clientele."

Just as Viggo was finishing, an impeccably groomed blonde approached the table leading a stunning women dressed in a silk teddy, thigh high stockings and high heels. Her unbound hair swung down her back, brushing the top of her ass. Orlando's first thought was a slightly petulant, 'She gets to wear a collar.'

Viggo rose to his feet, embracing the larger man. "Orlando, this is Sean," he introduced. "Sean, this is Orlando, a friend of mine. We were just talking about you and your clubs."

"Good things, I hope," the man replied with a deep English accent.

"Always," Viggo laughed, sitting back down and placing a hand on Orlando's thigh.

Orlando scooted closer, curling around Viggo's body and laying a hand and his chin on the older man's shoulder. He stayed in that position, feeling Viggo's body warm and solid in front of him as he listened to the two men catch up on daily life. They were interrupted by a soft cough from a man wearing the club's logo on a black t-shirt.

While Sean talked to the man, Orlando whispered in Viggo's ear. "Who is the girl?"

"Her name is Miranda. She is Sean's… well for lack of a better word… pet."

"Ah, well that explains the collar and leash and her position on the floor," Orlando agreed.

"Actually the position is not required of pets in the club. If you look around, you will see many sitting side by side with their masters. Miranda does it because she likes to and it honors Sean."

The man in the black shirt laughed, slapping Sean on the arm and moving away. Sean slid his fingers through Miranda's hair, capturing her chin and tilting her face up. "Dance for me," he ordered huskily.

All three men watched as the graceful woman glided onto the dance floor, positioning herself close to the table. Shutting her eyes and raising her hands above her head, she began to sway rhythmically.

Orlando shifted behind Viggo. The longer Viggo watched the beautiful girl dance, the tighter the knot in Orlando's stomach grew until he finally recognized it as jealousy. 'But I can't…' Orlando forcibly stopped the statement. 'I can,' he thought resolutely. Curling a hand around Viggo's shoulder, he pulled him back, allowing his lips to brush his ear as he whispered, "Would you like it if I danced for you?"

Viggo shivered as Orlando's breath skimmed his ear. Blue eyes wide, he nodded. "You would do that for me?"

"Only for you." Orlando's lips grazed across Viggo's in the barest touch of a kiss. "Let me out."

Viggo moved reluctantly, his cock jumping as a seemingly careless hand brushed across his ass. He growled softly. Orlando moved to join Miranda, dancing beside her and with her, his eyes never leaving Viggo. Several men danced close to Orlando, trying to interest him in matching their movements, but Orlando just curled closer to Miranda, their arms and legs entwining as they moved together.

"I'd collar that boy immediately and keep him on a very short leash. I'm drooling and I'm straight," Sean snorted, taking another drink of his scotch.

"That is the difference between you and me, Sean. Tell me something," Viggo mused. "When you walk through the park, which dog is more loyal… better trained… the one walking obediently beside his master on his leash or the one walking with no leash and never straying from his master's side?"

Sean was prevented from answering by the song ending. Orlando walked back to the table arm in arm with Miranda. When she dropped to the floor at Sean's feet, Orlando mimicked the action, placing his head in Viggo's lap. Viggo started to protest, but Orlando looked up at him, his eyes shining with desire and trust.

"I want you to put the collar on me." Orlando spoke softly so his words would carry only to Viggo's ears.

"Baby, you don't understand all that a collar means. It is a sign of ownership… possession. You don't have to wear it to be safe. Everyone here knows me. They won't bother you as long as you are with me, collar or no."

Orlando shook his head, his curls swaying around his neck. "That's not it. I'm yours. I want the others to see it."

"Orlando, we haven't… when you agreed to come here with me tonight, you were agreeing to a pleasant diversion, not…"

"Was I? I think I found exactly what I was looking for - exactly what I needed - the first time I stopped in front of Second Skin." The steel in Orlando's words left no room for doubt. He was making his decision. "I know you brought it. I saw you put it in your pocket. You must have at least considered that you would put it on me."

"Actually I *was* saving it for you, but I didn't think this soon…" Orlando's declaration left Viggo feeling aroused and flustered. He very much wanted to drag the younger man out of here and really explore what they were becoming to each other.

"Don't you know that you want me?" Orlando asked rhetorically. "Why is it any less plausible that I would recognize this for what it is?"

Viggo pulled Orlando into his lap, giving in to his desire for the first time and kissing him, his fingers playing with the exposed skin of his midsection, slipping under the pliable leather. Orlando wriggled and moaned. Feeling the growing hardness against his ass, he purposefully squirmed harder.

Viggo's hands slipped over the white leather covering Orlando's hips. Fingers tangling in the laces, he stopped the erotic motion. "You've got to stop that," he groaned into the silky curls.

The reactions he was eliciting were making Orlando feel incredibly powerful. "Why?"

"Because the pants I'm wearing cost $800 and bodily fluids do not come out easily," Viggo growled.

Orlando's body responded to the tone in Viggo's voice instead of to the reason of his words. His hips canted forward with a solid thrust.

"That's it," Viggo announced, standing up, his hands still gripping Orlando's ass. The younger man's legs dangled for a second while he considered whether to wrap them around Viggo's waist or straighten them and stand. Surrendering to gravity, he slid down the hard body he was disinclined to part from, continuing to clutch at Viggo's shoulders until his wobbly legs would hold him.

With a quick glance at Sean, who was smirking knowingly, Viggo tossed out a curt goodnight and pulled Orlando towards the door. He knew that his next conversation with the club owner would be full of lewd teasing and innuendo, but didn't really give a fuck.

Orlando tried to keep up with Viggo's long strides, clinging to his hand as they headed back towards the shop. "Viggo, did I do something wrong?"

In a blink of an eye, Orlando found himself pushed up against a rough brick wall, head immobilized by Viggo's strong fingers, body pinned, and mouth crushed. He tensed instinctively at the unexpected move and overwhelming passion, but instantly relaxed, melting into the man he wanted.

Slowly easing the kiss, Viggo scattered chaste pecks over Orlando's face, neck and curls. "Not wrong." Kiss. "Right." Kiss. "Everything about you is perfect." Kiss. "You are right." Kiss. "This is right." Kiss. "I don't deserve you, but I can't seem to stop myself from taking you."

Vainly trying to recapture Viggo's lips, Orlando replied, "But I want you to take me."

Viggo's eyes blinked slowly as he felt the diaphanous strands of his self(-)control slip through his fingers. Orlando's honest, innocent statements were a heavier aphrodisiac than the dirtiest proposition. "I'm just trying to get us back to my apartment before I ravish you against this filthy wall."

A brilliant smile broke across Orlando's face. "Oh… well then, what are we waiting for?" He grabbed Viggo's hand and started to pull the laughing man down the street.

Opening the locks on the door to Second Skin was a feat. Orlando's hands moved restlessly over Viggo's shoulders and back, dropping lower to brush his ass and the tops of his thighs. Sliding his hands around to slip inside the vest, he explored the furry chest, pressing the length of his body to the back of Viggo's.

Finally the lock clicked and the two men fell into the dark store. "Why are we back here?" Orlando asked, unwilling to release his hold and causing them to stumble.

"Because I live upstairs," Viggo groaned as a hand accidentally brushed over a sensitive nipple. "You have no idea what you are doing to me." Turning, he lowered his lips unerringly. What he intended to be a quick kiss lengthened into a soul searing exploration that left him leaning against the counter for balance, Orlando cradled between his spread thighs.

"I had no idea I could feel this way," Orlando panted, running his fingers over Viggo's face, tracing every curve.

Orlando's fingers followed Viggo's lips as they curved into a smile. "Oh, you are going to feel so much more," he promised. "Come on."

Brushing aside a curtain Orlando had never noticed, Viggo led him up a hidden stairway. At the top, Orlando quickly scanned the room, soaking up details of the man he found so fascinating. The leather couch and chairs didn't surprise him. The focus of the room was a large fireplace. 'God bless old buildings,' he thought randomly. The thing that did surprise him was the lack of electronics. He had expected a state of the art big screen; what he saw was stacks and stacks of obviously read books, a small stereo and a leaning tower of CD's.

Viggo pulled Orlando over to the couch and sat. Orlando hesitated. "Bedroom?" he suggested.

The older man shook his head and coaxed Orlando onto his lap. "You've never been with a man before, have you?"

Orlando flushed. Viggo couldn't see it in the dark room, but he could feel the heat radiating off of the smooth skin. Slowly the younger man shook his head.

A rush of satisfaction surged through Viggo at the confirmation that he was the only person ever allowed to touch Orlando intimately.

"But I want to…" Orlando started.

Viggo interrupted, placing a single finger over the pink lips. "We will. Maybe not tonight…" Orlando started to argue, but Viggo stopped him again. "This isn't a one night stand. We have time to take things slow. I really want to please you."

"Then fucking touch me already," Orlando sighed, taking Viggo's hands and moving them down his body until they rested over the evidence of his arousal.

Viggo's eyelids fell to half-mast, his fingers quickly loosening the laces binding Orlando. He swallowed the wanton moan as his fingers made contact with hot flesh for the first time. Matching the motion of his tongue with his fist, he easily pushed Orlando to the point of no return. Feeling the tremors in the thighs flexing on either side of him, he cupped his hand over the head of Orlando's cock, allowing his rough thumb to circle the silky head and capturing the streams of fluid that came cascading out as Orlando bucked and screamed through his release.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Orlando laid his head on Viggo's shoulder, trying to catch his breath, his hips still pushing up into his lover's hand in shallow thrusts. "Fucking hell, that was brilliant!" he exclaimed breathlessly.

"We are just getting started." Viggo made a decadent show of licking Orlando's essence out of his hand, watching as the young man's sated shaft twitched and hardened. Urging Orlando up onto his feet, he asked, "I want to see you. Can I take these off?" Viggo tugged on the open laces, pulling the pants lower.

"Yes… if I can see you too."

Viggo reached for his boots and Orlando sat down to remove his own. It took a while for them both to get completely naked. They kept getting distracted watching each other and then Viggo had to help Orlando with a knotted lacing, which lead to a riot of tickling and kissing. Finally Viggo ended up on his back, Orlando stretched out completely naked on top of him, their hard lengths aligned and pressed against each other.

"Now what?" Orlando asked.

"What do you want?"

"I want to feel you inside of me." Orlando braced his palms on Viggo's chest, sliding his lower body against him until the slippery head of Viggo's cock was brushing the sensitive skin behind his balls. Pressing down, he hard shaft moved into his cleft and stroked over his opening. Throwing back his head, he whimpered, lifting himself to feel the teasing touch again.

Viggo held his breath, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and every muscle clenched as he attempted not to roll Orlando beneath him and plunge into the tight heat the young man was offering. "Orlando, this is your first time. It shouldn't be rushed. You should be sure," Viggo reasoned.

Orlando froze, looking down with a look of disbelief. "If you won't make love to me, I'll just have to tease you until your control breaks and you fuck me through the nearest surface," he threatened.

Viggo shook his head. A determined Orlando was obviously a force to be reckoned with. "Okay. I don't want to be out of control and there is no doubt you could push me there. Up, brat! We'll be more comfortable on the bed."

Orlando's grin said, 'I won!', but Viggo didn't care. Leading his lover through the darkened apartment, he pulled back the covers and crawled onto the bed. Orlando lay down on his back, arms outstretched, calling Viggo to him.

"You look good in my bed," Viggo growled possessively.

"I'm glad you like it because I have no intention of sleeping anywhere else anytime soon."

Viggo set about learning all the nuances of his new lover's body, which spots made him sigh, which spots made him squirm. Orlando's idea of driving Viggo to distraction had its merits… in reverse. If Viggo could drive Orlando out of his mind with pleasure, the initial breeching would be less painful. With tenderness and care, Viggo kissed, nibbled, and licked every square inch of Orlando's body from the soles of his feet to the incredibly soft skin behind his ear.

When his breath finally warmed the quivering tendons at the very top of his thighs, Orlando had been pushed beyond rational thinking and had no capacity for speech. Insistent hands pushed and pulled at Viggo's hair, though he had no idea what he was really asking for. He just knew he needed release. A pitiful mewl made Viggo's lips curl against the puckered skin cradling the young man's balls.

"Soon, angel," he soothed, wedging a pillow under Orlando's hips to give him better access. His fingers had already been in and out of Orlando's opening dozens of time, but he wasn't done quite yet. Nuzzling the musky sac with his nose, he pushed his tongue down into the crease.

Orlando moaned, his legs falling even wider as he lifted his hips to meet Viggo's tongue.

"Like that do you," Viggo teased before moving his tongue around and over the furled opening. "Want more?"

"Arhmmmm…" was the best Orlando could do for an answer, but Viggo understood, stabbing the tip of his tongue into the tight opening and making Orlando scream.

Viggo fucked the sweet opening, pushing inside and then lapping at the quivering outer muscle until Orlando's hips were thrusting up erratically. He briefly considered just tongue fucking Orlando to orgasm. He was certain it would be so intense after all this build up that he would just fall asleep and could make a decision about surrendering his virginity in the bright light of day.

The demands of his own body made him push his doubts aside. Quickly, he rolled a condom over his own neglected member, coating it liberally with lube. Slipping two lube-coated fingers into the wet hole, he twisted and scissored them. The blunt head of Viggo's cock settled against the puckered skin and Orlando whimpered, his hips pushing up against the hard flesh, his fingers twisting the sheets, his eyes clenched tightly shut.

"Look at me, lover," Viggo rasped. "I need to know you want this."

Orlando's eyes opened, black with desire and need. "Want you," he gasped. "Pleeeeeaaasseee…" The last word extending into a deep moan as Viggo steadily breeched the untried muscle. The burn caused a brief cry and Orlando's muscles tightened.

Viggo froze, the wide head of his cock just behind the outer muscle. Running soothing hands over the rippled abdominal muscles, he hushed, "Easy, baby. Relax for me."

With several deep breaths, Orlando relaxed, his channel sucking Viggo deeper as he did. As the large shaft slid past the sensitive bundle of nerves, lights exploded in front of Orlando's eyes. The gentle brushes of Viggo's fingers were nothing compared to the pressure of his cock. "Oh fuck," he cried, his hips thrusting instinctively, taking the rest of Viggo's length.

Viggo held perfectly still, watching Orlando's face. The dark eyes fluttered open again and Orlando smiled. "Move."

The slow drag of over sensitive skin inside Orlando's velvety tight channel set both men on fire. Long, precise stokes quickly degenerated into hard, fast, erratic thrusts that drove both men towards their peak. "Close… so close…" Viggo warned. The erotic timber of his voice pushing Orlando over the edge just as rough fingers circled his needy cock.

Streams of thick liquid released between their bodies as Viggo plunged into the clenching channel twice more before calling Orlando's name and burying his pulsating member as deep as he could go. Aftershocks rippled through both men, each triggering more from the other. Viggo's trembling arms finally collapsed and he fell forward onto his lover.

Wrapping his arms around Orlando's slender frame, Viggo held him tight to his body as he rolled over, keeping their bodies joined and postponing the inevitable separation as long as possible. Both men lay panting, blood pounding in their ears. Carefully, Viggo secured the condom and slid from his lover's body with a sigh.

Orlando whimpered, shifting against his chest. Viggo held him firm, dropping a kiss into the damp curls, giving them both a minute to come back to earth.

"Happy?" Viggo whispered finally, needing to know his young lover was okay.

Orlando nodded sleepily against Viggo's chest.

"Was it what you hoped?"

Another silent nod with a muffled addendum, "But I didn't get everything I wanted."

Viggo's gut clenched. "What do you need, angel?"

Orlando looked up, propping his chin on his hands. "I never got my collar."

"You don't need a collar to have this." Viggo motioned to their entwined bodies.

"But I want more… I want to belong to you… always."

Viggo stared silently into the sincere dark eyes for a long time. "Okay," he said, gently easing Orlando to the side.

Orlando watched him go, taking the opportunity to admire the angles and planes of his lover's body from a distance.

Viggo returned with the white collar in his hand. Sliding in beside Orlando, he said, "I have a condition."

"What?" Orlando asked, worried. He really wanted this symbol and Viggo seemed reluctant to let him have it. Maybe he didn't feel the same way Orlando did.

Pulling out a matching circlet of dark leather, Viggo laid it in Orlando's hands. "I'm only willing to do this if it's a two ring ceremony."

Joy sparked in Orlando's eyes, spreading as a smile to his lips. He eagerly fastened the soft leather around Viggo's neck, leaning back to admire his handiwork and then lifting his curls to encourage Viggo to do the same. Scooting his body closer, he pressed a kiss to Viggo's lips, his fingers tracing the collar around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Viggo pulled Orlando into a tight embrace.

"My father is going to have an absolute fit."

"Fuck him. You can always come work at Second Skin. You'd triple our business just by wearing the merchandise."

~the end~