A silent surprise
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,665
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
A silent surprise
The soft satin sheets felt refreshingly cool against his skin. He noticed the first warming rays of the morning sun touching his right forearm as he dug his head deeper into his pillow. The sweet haze of the still lingering morning sleepiness made him feel like floating in the air.
Orlando was just about to return to hismbermber when he heard an ever so distant sound at the foot of the bed. Not really wanting to fully wake up he tried to figure out what it was. Again a little clank of plastic connecting with a light metal, something like aluminum went through room's silence. It sounded like, like....yes! Like Viggo's tripod. A cable hitting one of the legs of the tripod. Maybe Viggo wanted to make pictures of the morning sun.
Orlando dozed off again, when he suddenly felt a slight movement on his covers. They were pulled only inches further to his feet. He was about to protest when he heard the unmistakable sound of the release of a camera. Only seconds later, even before he could react to what he just had heard, again the covers were moved. This time a little to the side. One of his legs lay free of the covers now. Then silence, slight shifting of naked feet on the wooden floor. Click. There was the release again.
Orlando remained still. He grew curious of what would happen next. So with growing anticipation he pretended to be still fast asleep and waited.
He didn't have to wait for long; the sheets covering him where moved nearly all the way over to his right side to the middle of the bed.
The release was pressed and suddenly he felt warm and tender hands on his left leg. His left leg was very carefully moved a little to the left side, his knee crooked. The right leg was still stretched out beneath the covers. Orlando waited for the familiar sound and grinned unnoticed when his suspicion was confirmed. Slowly the comovemoved again, now baring his arse. The cool morning air on his heated skin combined with the strangely arousing Viggo's, and he felt himself grow hard.
After the covers were arranged his right leg was pushed to the right a bit more. Click.
What was Viggo planning on doing to him? Just a little erotic photo session? It was always difficult to predict Viggo's intentions.
Now the covers were dragged completely off his body and he was photographed again. To Orlando's disappointment he could make out the soft patter of Viggo's feet leaving the bedroom, and he was about to utter his disapproval when the feet came back to the bed.
His legs were spread even further laying bare his testicles. A soft metallic sound indicated that the tripod was newly adjusted. Orli groaned inwardly, his hard cock was becoming uncomfortable and he had to fight the urge to spin around and grab Viggo here and now. But curiosity won. He still pretended to be asleep.
He very nearly jumped when something warm dripped on his lower back. The warm liquid ran languidly down his waist. It smelled vaguely of ylang-ylang and patchouli. Ah, their massage oil. The slow drip turned into a constant trickle and hovered above the cleft between the perfectly rounded mounds of his backside. Orlando could feel the oil running down into the cleft and over his sack. He tried not to breathe too deeply and with that giving away that he was awake, even though it took all his energy not to start writhing on the sheets.
Viggo obviously moved back to his camera and Orli heard the unmistakable sound of the release. Viggo was circling to the left side of the bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand, taking something out. Orlando shivered with anticipation but nothing was done to him and instead Viggo moved back to the camera and fumbled around for a moment. A few seconds later the bed dipped slightly to Orli's left side and Viggo's warm hand spread his buttocks a little. Suddenly the release clicked. What? But Viggo was at his side and surely he wouldn't ... ah no, of course. Viggo had used the old fashioned remote release. A cable that was attached to the actual release of the camera.
Viggo's index finger moved ladly dly down the well oiled cleft and with the barest of touches tapped against the tight ring of muscle. This time Orli couldn't stop his body from twitching, but Viggo seemed to ignore it and continued to circle his entrance. Another click from the camera was the only other sound in the room.
Orlando was just about to return to hismbermber when he heard an ever so distant sound at the foot of the bed. Not really wanting to fully wake up he tried to figure out what it was. Again a little clank of plastic connecting with a light metal, something like aluminum went through room's silence. It sounded like, like....yes! Like Viggo's tripod. A cable hitting one of the legs of the tripod. Maybe Viggo wanted to make pictures of the morning sun.
Orlando dozed off again, when he suddenly felt a slight movement on his covers. They were pulled only inches further to his feet. He was about to protest when he heard the unmistakable sound of the release of a camera. Only seconds later, even before he could react to what he just had heard, again the covers were moved. This time a little to the side. One of his legs lay free of the covers now. Then silence, slight shifting of naked feet on the wooden floor. Click. There was the release again.
Orlando remained still. He grew curious of what would happen next. So with growing anticipation he pretended to be still fast asleep and waited.
He didn't have to wait for long; the sheets covering him where moved nearly all the way over to his right side to the middle of the bed.
The release was pressed and suddenly he felt warm and tender hands on his left leg. His left leg was very carefully moved a little to the left side, his knee crooked. The right leg was still stretched out beneath the covers. Orlando waited for the familiar sound and grinned unnoticed when his suspicion was confirmed. Slowly the comovemoved again, now baring his arse. The cool morning air on his heated skin combined with the strangely arousing Viggo's, and he felt himself grow hard.
After the covers were arranged his right leg was pushed to the right a bit more. Click.
What was Viggo planning on doing to him? Just a little erotic photo session? It was always difficult to predict Viggo's intentions.
Now the covers were dragged completely off his body and he was photographed again. To Orlando's disappointment he could make out the soft patter of Viggo's feet leaving the bedroom, and he was about to utter his disapproval when the feet came back to the bed.
His legs were spread even further laying bare his testicles. A soft metallic sound indicated that the tripod was newly adjusted. Orli groaned inwardly, his hard cock was becoming uncomfortable and he had to fight the urge to spin around and grab Viggo here and now. But curiosity won. He still pretended to be asleep.
He very nearly jumped when something warm dripped on his lower back. The warm liquid ran languidly down his waist. It smelled vaguely of ylang-ylang and patchouli. Ah, their massage oil. The slow drip turned into a constant trickle and hovered above the cleft between the perfectly rounded mounds of his backside. Orlando could feel the oil running down into the cleft and over his sack. He tried not to breathe too deeply and with that giving away that he was awake, even though it took all his energy not to start writhing on the sheets.
Viggo obviously moved back to his camera and Orli heard the unmistakable sound of the release. Viggo was circling to the left side of the bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand, taking something out. Orlando shivered with anticipation but nothing was done to him and instead Viggo moved back to the camera and fumbled around for a moment. A few seconds later the bed dipped slightly to Orli's left side and Viggo's warm hand spread his buttocks a little. Suddenly the release clicked. What? But Viggo was at his side and surely he wouldn't ... ah no, of course. Viggo had used the old fashioned remote release. A cable that was attached to the actual release of the camera.
Viggo's index finger moved ladly dly down the well oiled cleft and with the barest of touches tapped against the tight ring of muscle. This time Orli couldn't stop his body from twitching, but Viggo seemed to ignore it and continued to circle his entrance. Another click from the camera was the only other sound in the room.