Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings: Sex, finally!
Word Count: 2636
Disclaimer: Not real. Fiction. Making no claims or money or anything.

Chapter 8
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The luggage lay forgotten inside the front door. As soon as the door shut, they had dropped them and grabbed each other.

"Welcome home, Baby."

Before giving the other man a chance to respond, Viggo pressed their lips together, gripping him tightly, and began to reacquaint his tongue with every bit of Orlando's mouth. One hand pressed firmly to the back of his head, the other wrapped around his waist, holding him close.

When Viggo pulled back he rested his forehead against him. With his raspy, deep voice he said, "I just want to fuck you so hard.. So long.. So bad, like there is no tomorrow." Orli felt his knees weaken as he melted into him.

"Vee-goh," Just a sound on a whispered breath. A myriad of sensations and feelings rushed through him. He felt the wet heat on his throat and tipped his head back, breath quickened as his lover left a trail with his mouth and tongue. The faint moist feeling reminding him of every spot that Viggo touched.

A gasp escaped his lips as Viggo's hand moved down his back to his bottom, bringing their hips together as he caressed his soft bum.

His mouth worked its way up from Orlando's neck to his ear, sucking gently on his ear lobe, stopping only long enough to breath one word. "Now."

He swept Orlando into his arms and carried him to the living room. He laid him on the couch and quickly began to undress him. Standing back, he let his eyes roam from head to toe, appreciating the view. The soft glow from the fireplace was the only light and it cast flickering shadows across his bronze skin. Viggo pulled off his own shirt before kneeling on the floor beside this God stretched out before him.

He placed his hands on Orlando's shoulders and began moving them slowly down his chest. Brushing them lightly over his nipples, he paused to kiss each one, flicking them with his tongue before he continued.
Using his hands, as well as his mouth he trailed down Orlando's stomach to his navel. Tracing circles with his tongue before slipping in and out of his belly button.

Orlando was squirming now, burning with anticipation. He knew what was coming, knew it as well as he knew his name.

Viggo's hands kept exploring, moving apart to avoid his throbbing erection as they ghosted down his legs. Kissing lightly on the inside of his thigh, then each of his ankles and the soles of his feet, before moving back up. He sucked gently on the inside of his other thigh until there was a slight purple circle. His hands spread out, touching, caressing, and roaming everywhere on his body. Viggo licked and kissed at the sun tattoo before moving back up his chest, mouthing his way to the tight little pebbled nubs.

Orli's breathing was rapid and shallow. His hands lay at his sides, clinched tight. He trembled, he squirmed, but he didn't reach for his lover. No, Viggo was worshiping his body, as one would a God. He knew no one would ever love him like this, Viggo had given him everything he was, and in return, he had given himself freely to his older lover. Viggo owned his soul.

He arched his back and sucked in a breath when he felt him bite hard on the tip of his nipple, then licking to sooth the pain. He kissed his way up to his shoulder. Then placed his mouth against Orlando's neck, sucking gently, marking him as his.

When he was done, Viggo sat back to gaze at him. Orli turned his head slowly to look into his eyes and breathed one word, "Pleeese."

Viggo felt as if he were gazing upon the purest form of human emotion. Want, need, desire, love, and lust all rolled up into one exquisitely beautiful man with lightly tan skin shimmering with sweat that radiated heat. His eyes traveled his body, lingering to take in the sight of Orlando's rigid cock.

The silky smooth skin, stretched tight on his long, hard, erection. Drips of cum gathering slowly before pooling and sliding off the tip before dropping to his abdomen.

Viggo reached out with his finger to swirl the little puddle then lifted it to his mouth, licking it with the tip of his tongue.

"Viiig.." Just a sigh on a breath, barely heard.

He turned to look at Orli's face. One hand lightly brushed a few curls back from his forehead and he looked into his deep, dark eyes. The only way that Orlando could be more beautiful than he was at this moment, was when he was caught up in the waves of an orgasm that Viggo himself caused.

No one had ever seen him like this or made him experience these feelings. These emotions and sensations were all Viggo's. Viggo smiled at the thought that he was the only one who had ever really seen Orlando Bloom this vulnerable, this needy.

Viggo stood up, removed something from his pocket, then pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. The soft glow from the fire cast dancing shadows across their naked bodies as he climbed between Orlando's legs and leaned over to kiss him.

He carefully and slowly prepared his lover before positioning himself at his entrance.

"Ready, Babe?"

"Fuck, yes!"

Viggo watched as he slowly slid into his lover's body, becoming one. He looked at Orli's face for any sign of pain, however slight, however welcome. It would be written on his face as in the biting of a lip, or creases on his forehead. He could feel his lover willing himself to slowly relax.

He started a slow and gentle rhythm, quickly becoming faster and harder as their hands stroked, caressed, clawed. Their mouths crashing together and then gasping for air. Deep moans, incoherent words, curses, and each other's names filled the air.

He relished watching Orlando, listening to him, feeling him, and savoring him. Hearing him moan, seeing him thrashing, and even sometimes whimpering, as he approached his climax.

"Harder, please.." And the surprised gasp as he got what he wanted, what he needed, it was beauty beyond words. Sometimes he would prolong it with various methods, or toys. Seeing Orli quivering and begging brought Viggo so close.

Viggo's hand was wrapped around him, stroking his long, hard, shaft in time to the rough edged glide in and out of his body, the young man soon screamed Viggo's name, as he arched his back and reached his release. The trembling ripples coursing through his body brought his lover with him, he collapsed on his chest moaning, "Ohmygod Orlando."

They lay there together on the sofa, joined as one, listening to each other breathe, feeling each other's heartbeats. The warmth of skin to skin contact and savoring just being together, they were finally whole.

Viggo studied the face of his lover; eyes closed, long dark eyelashes resting gently, lips slightly parted. He brushed back the wet curls from the sides of his face and leaned in to press his lips against the fevered flesh.

He couldn't help but chuckle when he felt and heard Orli's stomach rumble.

"Hey, don't laugh at me, I worked up an appetite. I'm starving. I have been here over an hour and you still haven't fed me."

"I fucked you, doesn't that count for something?"

"I suppose, but I can't live on cum alone."

"Something quick?"

"Sure."

"You haven't even opened your eyes. Are you even awake?"

He opened one eye and looked up at Viggo, "Food."

"Omelet?"

"Sure, anything, just feed me."

He climbed off of him and looked around. Spying Orli's T-shirt, he picked it up and wiped the sticky wetness off his stomach. He knelt over Orlando and wiped at his chest and stomach. Grabbed the blanket at the foot of the couch and spread it over him. He picked up his pants, slipped into them and headed off to the kitchen.

He was dishing the food onto a plate when Orli came wandering in. Still naked, he had the blanket draped over his shoulders. "You used my T-shirt for a cum rag."

"I made you food, forgive me?"

"We'll see."

Omelets were an aphrodisiac.
Not the food itself, just watching someone eat one.
While he made little noises, and little comments...

"It's so big.."
"So hot.."
"Mmmm, tastes sooo good.."
"Just slides down my throat.."

"You are insatiable." Viggo sipped his coffee.

"Just enjoying my food." He casually licked his lips, wetting them slightly with the tip of his tongue. Then he placed the fork in his mouth, lips pressed tightly to it, and slowly withdrew it. "Mmmm.." When he finished chewing and swallowing he licked his lips again. "That is just so.. Mmm.."

"Can you eat while I fuck you?"

"I don't think so."

"Then you might want to stop seducing me with your food."

He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it at Viggo. Scooping up the rest of his omelet, he shoved it into his mouth.

As soon as he swallowed it, Viggo jumped to his feet and pulled him from his chair. He spun him around and pressed his chest to Orli's back. One arm held him tightly to Viggo while the other slid down his side, across his hip to the soft, dark, curly hair nestled around his dick, gently running his fingers back and forth.

"Bedroom." He gasped, his head resting against Viggo's shoulder.

"I could take you right here."

His hand moved to the back of Viggo's head as he kissed his neck. The other reached behind him to grab his hip, bum, anything, he needed contact. "Come on.. Bedroom," He begged hoarsely.

"What, the table not good enough for you, Mr. Bloom."

"We can check out the table tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to fuck me through the mattress, then I want to fall asleep in your arms."

"You don't want too much, do you?"

He turned himself around and reached for Viggo's head as his mouth sought eagerly for his lips. His tongue traced lightly before demanding entrance. In and out, the slick muscle moved faster and faster. Fucking his lover's mouth, Orlando could feel the fire growing. It had been so long since they had been together he knew he could come from this. He felt, more than heard, the deep throaty moan coming from the older man.

Panting and gasping for air they parted and they stood there, foreheads pressed together. Searching for any coherent words, all Viggo came up with was, "Bedroom." Orli nodded, took his hand and led him as far as the top of the stairs before he paused. He realized that he didn't know which room it was and turned to Viggo.

Without a word, Viggo swept him up into his arms and carried him down the hall.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Carrying you across the threshold."

"Oh, like we're married." He murmured it against Viggo's neck.

"We are, in every way that matters."

He placed his lover on the bed and turned to start a fire in the fireplace. A naked Orlando by firelight was one thing he could never get enough of.

Orli lay there watching as Viggo knelt in front of the hearth. A tingling starting at his toes ran through his body as the anticipation grew. When Viggo turned from the fire and slid his pants down, slowly, over his hips, Orlando sucked in a breath and trembled. He approached the bed and crept up it on hands and knees.

"Where were we?"

The younger man grabbed him, bringing their mouths crashing together in a soul-searing kiss. Viggo dropped down on top of him, which was what he was waiting for. He pushed him over, reversing their positions which put the younger man on top. Orlando pulled back, with a devilish grin, and began to work his way down his lover's body with his mouth and tongue.

"Missed you so much.." Viggo whispered as Orli's tongue began to circle his naval, dipping in several times before moving on.

He ran a trail with his tongue from his belly button until he came in contact with the head of Viggo's cock. One hand wrapped around the base, he swirled his tongue around the top, licking up the glossy fluid that had gathered there. Lifting his head up Orlando said, "God, how I have missed the way you taste."

Viggo laughed, "Are you talking to me, or my dick?"

"Oh, hey Vig, don't be jealous, I missed you too." He smiled, and went right back to what he was doing. The pressure from his lips and the hot wet heat of his mouth along with the gentle scrapping of his teeth was too much. Combined with the movements of his tongue, the suction and swallowing motion of his throat, left Viggo without the ability to reply further. All he could do was lie there with his eyes closed, panting.

Orli raised up to look at him. He felt proud that he could do this to Viggo, taking him apart, piece by piece. He wanted to tie him up and sink into him. Fucking him slow, so slow he's begging, then hard, until Viggo screamed. But that would wait, for now. Right now, there were other plans.

He quickly got the lube from the table and climbed back between his lover's legs. He began to spread a generous amount over Viggo's very swollen, sensitive member. He smiled as he straddled him and lowered himself down, pausing when he felt pressure.

Viggo gripped his hips hard, thrusting up as he pulled Orlando down. The younger man went limp as he felt Viggo fill him, gasping. He sat there for a few seconds, trying to get used to the sudden invasion. Then he began to move slowly, riding him. Viggo shifted his hips bringing himself into contact where Orlando liked it most. He cried out and leaned over Viggo, panting.

Viggo pulled him closer, then flipped them back over. "I remember someone wanting to be fucked through a mattress."

Orlando felt as if he were being hammered through the bed by the torrential, relentless, brutally hard pounding. All he could do was clutch at the sheets and hang on tight. He couldn't move, couldn't respond, he couldn't even wrap his legs around his lover's body. He was beyond all of that, only moaning as he felt the tide rising in his body. The closer he got, the louder he became.

The instant he felt his hand wrap around him, Orli instinctively wanted and needed to thrust into the tight friction. Viggo stroked him hard and fast, in time to the slapping sound of their bodies coming into contact.

Orli screamed as he reached his climax and teetered over, then he felt Viggo's mouth on his, silencing him down to a muffle. Viggo slammed into him a few more times, before his body tensed, and he rocked against him, coming deep within Orlando's body. His mouth still firmly attached to the vocal young man beneath him. There was the sensation of being one, of floating together and slowly drifting down.

After some time their mouths parted and they rolled to their sides. They lay there, exchanging intimate words, until Orlando's eyes began to droop. Viggo pulled him closer and speaking softly, "Sleep, baby." And kissed him gently on the lips.

As he was drifting off, Orlando mumbled, "I hope you left bruises on my hips, they will look good with my low cut jeans."

"I certainly tried, darling, I know how you like that."

The fire flickered on warmly all night as the two men slept on. Blissfully unaware of the shadows dancing around them.


~Continued~