A silent surprise

Very slowly the pressure against his entrance increased and Orlando shuddered slightly. He concentrated onto nothing but the feelings Viggo was giving him and that teasing finger. All he could feel was the fingertip ever so gently breaching the tight ring of the muscle.

Orlando always liked this the best. The stimulation of the guardian muscle. Viggo had brought him to orgasm with only the tip of his cock one day, by only pushing in and out within that muscle. He couldn't help when his breathing became heavier and by now it didn't matter to him anymore if Viggo knew that he was awake or not.

When the finger had entered him to the first knuckle, Orlando heard the release of the camera. The same happened when the second knuckle had entered him and again when the whole finger had disappeared. With a faint wet sound the finger was removed and Viggo got up from the bed.

Orlando stayed still and listened. Nothing happened. He wanted to look around and see what Viggo was doing but he restrained himself. After a few seconds Viggo moved the tripod a little more to the left corner of their bed and fumbled around with it for a bit.

His footsteps went in direction of the bathroom and for some time it went quiet. Orlando shivered in anticipation and had to call on his will not to hump the sheets beneath him. Even though nothing was happening right now, the sheer imagination of what might be done to him, without him knowing or seeing was driving him mad with need. Suddenly he heard Viggo coming back to the bedroom and taking a position on the bed between Orlando’s spread legs.

While the bed dipped a little, Orlando heard some weird sounds somewhere between his legs, the clatter or rather clinking sound of some objects he couldn't make out. Plastic? Metal? Aluminum? He didn't know.

Viggo’s hands took hold of Orlando’s legs again and pushed them widely spread beneath Orlando’s body. His knees were now nearly beside his ribcage and he was so wantonly spread and put on display, that it made him shudder in delight.

He had to keep himself from jerking away when suddenly something cool ran down his cleft and over the tightly drawn entrance. He felt his sack drawing itself tightly against his body and his cock twitched.

Warm hands started to massage his buttocks and then a hard pain hit him as Viggo slapped them hard. Orlando grunted and he cold feel his skin tingling. Somewhere in the distance his clouded mind registered the release of the camera. Now that he was in this half kneeling position he lost the contact between his cock and the bed sheetnd hnd he groaned in frustration in need of some friction. He was so absorbed in his thoughts about how he could find some release, that he stiffened in surprise when suddenly something touched his puckered hole.

Something smooth, cool, and hard. It was definitely not Viggo’s cock, nor his finger. It was something totally different. If he would only know what. With maddening ease it was pushed inside of him. Where it been cool a second before, it warmed up immediately becoming as hot as Orlando’s body. By now Orlando was gasping and whimpering quietly and whe hee heard the camera again, he thought that the next time he would come just from the sound of it. Once the object had been inserted all the way into his body, it didn't stay for long. As slowly as it had been pushed into him it was pulled out again.

Orlando was just about to voice his frustration when again something came in touch with his body. This time it was even colder than the thing before and definitely larger. Its surface somewhat smooth but not thoroughly. Also it didn't warm up in the slightest. Orlando felt his muscles breach and in between there were always these thrilling sounds of the camera.

This time Viggo granted him a little bit more fun with whatever he had been pushing deeply into Orlando’s body. He sat a steady rhythm pushing and puling driving Orlando steadily to his edge. But before he found his long anticipated release, Viggo pulled the object out with a soft plop and kissed Orlando’s backside tenderly.

Viggo left the bed again and adjusted the tripod from anew and then moved again between Orlando’s legs.

Orlando’s body was tense and his legs were shaking under the strain. He could feel the heat of Viggo’s body radiated as he felt his lover move closer. His hands were fisting the sheets beside his head and he was moaning into his pillow.

There, there it was. The blunt, hard and slicked wet tip of Viggo’s cock that touched his entrance. One hand was steadying his hip and the other obviously still handled the remote release. Now the clicking sound was heard every other second as the large organ made its way into the tight hot body. Orlando groaned from deep out of his belly and was rewarded with the first sound from his love. A shuddering moan had escaped the Dane when he had buried himself to the hilt.

Camera was forgotten Viggo as started thrusting in and out of the wanton body before him, and incoherent endearments of love and devotion flowed from his lips.

Neither needed a lot more stimulation and when Viggo bent forward a little to lay a hand on Orlando’s aching erection, he felt the twitching and warm spurts of his loves seed on his hand, before he really had the chance to touch it. Viggo threw his head back as the tightly clamping muscles surrounding his pumping cock milked him dry. His seed was shooting in hard spurts deep into Orlando’s sated body.

For a long time nothing but the harsh breathing and soft whispers of love were heard in the bedroom. Orlando felt Viggo’s softening member slip from his body and Viggo take him in his arms as he rolled to the side and pulled Orlando with him.

"Now I will have some nice pictures of you and some stimulation to eagerly await your return whenever you have to leave me for a short while." Viggo whispered in Orlando’s ear.

"You are really crazy you know that?" the young Brit grinned.

"Didn't you like my silent surprise?"

"Oh, I loved it. What ever in the world did you use on me? It felt incredible."

Viggo chuckled. "I don't think you really want to know."

Orlando turned his head so he could look Viggo in the eye. "Hey, was it that perverse? I think you better tell me, mate."

Viggo grinned and moved up to reach the end of the bed. Suddenly he held up his hand and showed the objects to his young lover.

"A zucchini and cigar capsule? Jesus, Viggo. You have a weird mind."

"I thought it was quite suitable. I love cigars and you love vegetable. Come to think of it. What about zucchini gratin tonight?"

"Yuck! You jerk!" Orlando threw himself at Viggo kissing him breathless.

"Will you get me some copies of the pictures, once they are developed? Might need something to take my mind of other guys when I am away."

Viggo suddenly paled. "Other guys? Orlando, please. Don't tell me you..."

"Well, give me a reason to hold on to you. Make me yours. Claim me as yours." Orlando grinned cheekily.

Viggo stared at the beaming face before him. He dropped the objects he still had been holding in his hand and took Orlando’s hands in his. "Take me as yours. Live with me till the end of time. Marry me."

Orlando gulped. "What? Hey, Viggo. I was more thinking in terms of, of..... You are serious, aren't you?"

Viggo swallowed hard "Yeah, you are right. I was a bit over eager. Maybe we should forget about what I said. It was..."

"Hey, wait a minute there. You were serious Vig, weren't you?" Orlando looked at the Dane sternly.

Viggo dropped his gaze and mumbled "I was. I was serious, but I understand it was..."

"I will!"

Viggo jerked his head up sharply "What?"

"I will!" Orlando smiled and him. "I will marry you. But only if I get copies of the pictures."