Just A Touch Of Lipstick

Orlando moaned deeply. He pressed his little bottom back against Viggo. He couldn't help but wiggle against him and then blinked. He pulled away from Viggo and the kiss to look at him. He wiggled again and whispered a little breathless. "Is that you?" He asked softly and pressed a little more against Viggo so he would understand the question.

Viggo groaned as Orlando moved against him, nodding breathlessly before whispering, "you have no idea how long I've wanted this"

"With me...?" Orlando questioned him, not really believing what he was hearing. He blinked a few times and wiggled his little bottom against him again. He nibbled on his lower lip looking as if he wanted to ask Viggo something, but wasn't too sure what to ask.

"You're not just desirable to women," he murmured, biting back a groan as Orlando moved against him once more. Seeing the look on Orlando's face he lifted a hand to caress his cheek as he whispered, "ask, love, I'll answer if I can"

Orlando smiled softly, a light blush moving over his cheeks as Viggo said that about him. He couldn't believe that Viggo thought about him like this. He blushed again and looked down over Viggo's chest to where his body was pressed against him. "Can I...feel it..." He whispered shyly, like a little child asking if Santa Claus was real or not.

Viggo swallowed as he nodded, not trusting his voice to work. He shifted his body slightly so that he could lie back on the bed.

Orlando got up off from Viggo and moved to keel on the ground. He reached out and gently tugged Viggo over to the side so that his legs hung over the side and Orlando was between them. He reached up and unbuttoned Viggo’s pants and then unzipped them. He then grabbed a hold of the pants and his underwear and pulled them down over his hips.

Viggo closed his eyes in anticipation, his breathing unsteady as he fought to calm his arousal slightly.

Orlando rocked back onto his heels for a second. His deep brown eyes running over Viggo's body. His mouth opened in an O again. It began watering and he had to swallow. He blinked softly before moving back to kneel between his legs. "Amazing." He whispered and slowly reached out rapping his hand around Viggo’s shaft.

Viggo bit back a moan in anticipation as Orlando knelt between his legs, gasping softly as Orlando touched his manhood, torturously slowly

"Do you like that?" Orlando asked him softly. His voice nothing more then a whisper. He tipped his head to one side, as he looked down at Viggo. His eyes moving over the bush of hair and then the soft around head. He savoured the feeling of the shaft hot and heavy against his plum. He beside he liked the feeling. " Tell me what to do Vig...I don't know."

Viggo nodded at Orlando's whispered question before murmuring huskily, "God, yes" At Orlando's second words he murmured, "Do what you like... what you like people to do to you"

"I haven’t before..." Orlando whispered. "With someone else..." He nibbled on his lower lips and then slowly moved his hand up along Viggo’s staff. He smiled a little as he did so. "It feels just like me. Warm and soft..."

Viggo opened his eyes to look at Orlando's face when he spoke, moaning as Orlando began to move his hand, his own fingers tangling in the bed. Swallowing hard to try and calm his breathing he asked, "Orlando?" He reached one arm to touch Orlando's cheek, "Orlando, are you a virgin?" His voice was soft without a hint of accusation or teasing, only curiosity

Orlando blushed softly. He nodded his head but didn't look up at Viggo, his soft glazed over brown eyes where locked with the soft warm mass resting in his hand. He ran his hand back down the staff and then up his soft fingertips playing over the mushroom shaped head.
Viggo moaned softly, at the feel of Orlando's fingers gently touching him, the look of curiosity on his face and the knowledge that this was Orlando's first time. He promised himself that he would make this as good as he could for Orlando as he groaned again trying not to arch into Orlando's hand, allowing him to touch as he wished.

Orlando pulled his lower lip into his mouth sucking on it. The small smile faded from his lips but that look of curiosity stayed on it. He moved his hand down over the staff again, before holding tighter onto it. His other hand went up to run a finger over the head again before fisting it and gently turning his fist around it. He looked up at Viggo to see if he liked this or not.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, his self-control slipping as Orlando ran a finger over the head of his cock. His hands were tangled tightly in the sheets as he murmured, "Orlando, love, if you keep doing that I won't last much longer"

"And we can't have that." Orlando said giggling very childishly. He let go of Viggo's pulsing manhood and moved back onto the bed. He lay down next to his body facing him. He smiled softly.

Viggo turned onto his side and leaned over to wrap an arm around Orlando's waist and pull Orlando towards him. His other hand went up to cup Orlando's face as he leaned in to kiss him again.

Orlando stiffened slight but moved in to kiss Viggo softly on the lips. His tongue flickering out to lick over his lower lip before closing. He giggled softly, and laid his hand on top of one of Viggo’s hips.

Viggo felt Orlando stiffen and began to draw lazy patterns through the shirt onto his back to try and relax him. When Orlando giggled, he smiled at the sound and, caressing his face whispered, "I meant what I said earlier, I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do, if you feel uncomfortable tell me and I'll stop"

"NO its alright..." Orlando said a little to eagerly. He sucked on his lower lips again and pulled slightly away from Viggo. His soft brown eyes wondered down over his chest. "Tell me something to do..." He said softly. His hand slipping of Viggo’s hip to run over his side and down over his stomach. "I want to know about it."

Viggo moved his own hand from Orlando's side to catch the hand, bringing it up to his face and pressing kisses along it, maintaining eye contact with him, before sucking a finger gently into his mouth, "Will you let me return the favour?" He asked, "let me touch you? Taste you?"