Title: Willing Slut
Author: Shrii
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: R (?)
Archive: sure--just tell me where
Feedback: would be lovely
Disclaimers: of course it happened. and of course i can magically know what's going on between orlando and viggo all the time. even though i've never met them... i just now made this up. duh.
Summary: door. orlando likes.
Author's Notes: i just wrote this while reading a Savage Garden slash fic. heh heh.
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It was the oddly swirling grains in the wood of the door that he noticed most, as Viggo pulled him in, and against. His legs being kneed apart and losing the ability to support him--which was alright because Viggo's thigh under him held him up. His hands sliding over sweat-slicked skin under damp fabric, slightly sticky, were forgotten. The saline taste of a patch of skin he'd just discovered lost his attention when Viggo's hand slid around to the front of his pants.
"Vig?" His breath was hitching.
"Yeah?" Glad to see he wasn't the only one breathless.
"There," Maybe 'willing slut' wasn't such a bad adjective after all, not if it meant moving into Viggo's hand like this.
"Like that?" He hadn't meant to moan that loud though.
"Yes."
Orlando lost the ability to speech or coherent thought after that.