Just A Touch Of Lipstick

Orlando felt himself getting hard with every cry that Viggo made. His dick leaked pre cum from the head again. He groaned and licked away the blood from the side of Viggo’s neck. He didn't know what happened but something deep inside him broke and Orlando grabbed Viggo's arms pulling them up over his head and pinning them there. He looked down at the older man with a deep look in his eyes, as if he was somewhat afraid of what he was doing. Then he crashed his mouth down on Viggo's and kissed him deeply and madly with all he had.

Viggo cried out into Orlando's mouth, not quite knowing what had come over the younger man but intending to enjoy it all the same. He kissed Orlando back, his ankles hooking around Orlando's legs as he arched his body against him, seeking physical contact, skin on skin.

Orlando pulled away or more like ripped his mouth away from Viggo’s. He shook his head and pulled away from him. His eyes dark with need. A need for something he wasn't all that sure he knew what. He then grabbed Viggo and pushed him roughly around so that he now lay on the bed facing away from him. Then Orlando grabbed his hips and pulled him up onto all fours. "Put your hands on headboard." Orlando growled at him.

Viggo did as he was ordered to, barely resisting the urge to touch his own aching cock. He'd been hard since long before he teased Orlando with his mouth, and by now he could barely stand it, "Please..." he whispered huskily.

"Shut up." Orlando growled at him. He reached over to the drawer that Viggo had been fumbling with and pulled it open a little to hard; it come of its hinges and fell to the floor. Orlando swore and glanced at Viggo. "Fuck. Stay there and don't move. Don't touch yourself or I won’t do anything to you." He then hoped of the bed and grabbed what he need from the floor.

Viggo whimpered at the loss of contact, his hands gripping the headboard so hard he was surprised that it hadn't snapped. He closed his eyes, taking deep calming breaths, trying to calm his arousal enough that he wouldn't cum as soon as Orlando touched him.

Orlando moved back onto the bed kneeling next to Viggo’s side. He reached up and grabbed his hand then tied it to the headboard post. He did the same thing with his other hand leaning over Viggo’s body so his hard dick pressed against him. Then he moved back behind Viggo and smiled an evil little smile. But his face fluttered for a second, he wasn't sure what to do other then fuck Viggo and he didn’t want to do that yet.

Viggo moaned softly in surprise when Orlando began to tie his hands to the headboard, as with his eyes closed he'd not seen Orlando pick up the ties. When he felt Orlando's dick press against him he moaned louder, his head falling forward to rest against the headboard, "Oh god, Orlando, please..." he whimpered.

"Beg for it..." Orlando whispered to Viggo. He moved over him. Laying his chest against his back. His hard dick pressing into his hole, but not entering it. He slowly moved his hips. Pulling away from the hole and then tapping against it again but never going inside. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you." He whispered into Viggo’s ear.

Viggo widened his legs slightly, pushing back to try and get the contact he desperately sought, "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured huskily, his head back so his mouth was closer to Orlando's, "I've watched you for months, wanting but not taking. I watched you earlier, the way your lips parted as I painted them, when I saw you lose control when I was sucking your cock, I thought I'd lose it myself, I'm so close and I need you to fuck me, I need it so much"

"Mmm yes...." Orlando whispered. He made sure he didn't allow Viggo to push back into him. He moved away from his mouth and moved off from him. "I want you to keep telling me how much you want me to fuck you. Don't stop or I will..." Orlando said softly then moved to spread Viggo’s cheeks open. "Don't forget."

Viggo groaned, whimpering again at the loss of Orlando's body, before beginning to speak again, "I've watched you with the others," he murmured, "always touching, always teasing. I watched you teasing Sean, straddling him and moving as if to kiss him. I came twice that night, the image of you burnt into my mind, the way you move when dancing, so close to your partner you might as well be fucking there and then. The way you touch, caress, kiss everyone, it drives me insane"

Orlando moaned softy. His dick jumped against his leg at what Viggo was saying but he made no move to touch it. He just ignored it. Then slowly moved to pull Viggo’s cheeks open. He bent down and darted his tongue out over the small hole he found there.

Viggo shuddered, trying to push back against Orlando's tongue, his body shaking from the need coursing through it. "Oh, god," He groaned and, remembering Orlando's previous words, began speaking again, "I wanted you so much it hurt, I wanted to know how your skin tasted, how you sound when you lose control, how your skin felt against mine"

Orlando moaned louder this time, however it was mouthed from Viggo’s bottom. He moved a hand to rest against his lower back before the other lifted. Orlando pushed his tongue inside Viggo’s now clenched cheeks and pushed the time of his tongue inside that tight little hole before his finger find it and was pushed all the way inside roughly.

Viggo moaned, arching his back in an attempt to push himself back against Orlando. He could hardly think, let alone speak, his whole mind concentrated on what Orlando was doing to him, but he forced himself to say something, anything, so that Orlando wouldn't stop, "Fuck..." he gasped huskily, "Please, please love, don't stop, I need..." He gasped as Orlando's finger pushed into him, "Oh, god, yes"

Orlando grinned softly. He sat up and onto the bed so that he could look up at Viggo’s butt. His soft brown eyes fixed on Viggo. He moaned and then started moving his finger in and out of Viggo as fast and hard as he could. "You like that?" Orlando whispered to him.

The older man groaned when Orlando picked up pace, the initial twinge of pain giving way to an intense pleasure. He barely heard the younger man's question, his breathing so loud to his ears that he it took him a moment to realise Orlando had spoken, "Yes," He murmured breathlessly, "Fuck, yes"

Orlando giggled. He was really enjoying this. Surprising to himself, but he was. He twisted himself around so that his finger twisted in Viggo’s ass. It took him a few seconds to get himself comfy on the bed and then slipped in between Viggo legs. He gently lifted his head up and then took Viggo manhood into his mouth. His finger began to move inside Viggo’s tight ass again.

A shudder ran through Viggo's body as he felt Orlando's wet mouth envelope his cock, his eyes flying open at the overload of sensations on his body, "Orlando..." he gasped, "So... close... soon"

Orlando sped up his mouth on Viggo’s hard dick. Moaning as Viggo said that. His finger moved deeper into Viggo and he pressed other one inside. He wanted to tease Viggo so bad.
Viggo cried out when a second finger joined the first, the pleasure overwhelming any feelings of pain as Orlando stretched him, desperately trying to retain some control over these feeling, trying not to thrust into the younger man's mouth and just lose himself. He could feel the ties rubbing against his wrists, but the knowledge that they would mark, a tangible reminder, just made him groan louder.

Orlando pulled his mouth away from Viggo. His hand moving up to cup around it and began pumping it. He trusted his fingers inside Viggo. Finger fucking him as hard as he could. He moaned wanting to touch himself but could. He just whispered shockly to Viggo, "Cum for me Viggo. Cum on my bully. I want to see it...I want to feel your hot seed all over me."