Lick
by Eiluned
Archive: Yes to list archives. Anyone else, just let me know where it's going.
Disclaimer: Fiction. Lies, all of it. I'm not privy to these men's lives, and I'm just making shit up.
Rating: R
Summary: Viggo has never had Nutella. What a Philistine.
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Feedback: Lusted after. eil.at.phoenixfyre (AT) gmail(DOT)com
Credits: Big thanks to Ren for the quickie beta read and suggestions. :)
Notes: This was originally intended to be a much longer story, but I've been suffering a bad case of writer's block lately, and I take what I can get. Oh, and Nutella is yummy. [nods]
URL: http://www.phoenixfyre.net/Eiluned
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"You've honestly never had Nutella?"
Orlando looked extremely dubious. Viggo rolled his eyes. "No, I haven't."
"Philistine."
Another eye-roll. "I am not a Philistine because I haven't eaten Nutella. Deprived, maybe."
"Deprived, definitely. Here, try it."
Orlando dipped a finger into the jar and came out with a glob of sticky paste. Viggo raised an eyebrow, but dutifully leaned forward and licked the confection off of Orlando's finger.
It was a burst of flavor on his tongue. First was the cocoa... or was it the hazelnut? The two were blended together so that it was like tasting a spiral, sweet and bitter and nutty swirled together.
"That's good. Very good."
"Would you like some more?"
Orlando asked it in that faintly coquettish tone that made Viggo's body sit up and take notice. Viggo watched him carefully, a smile tugging at his lips. "Of course."
Orli tugged his t-shirt over his head, baring his chest. "Paint something on me with it, and then lick it off, Viggo."
Forget sitting up and taking notice. Viggo's cock leapt to attention and damn near saluted.
Orlando leaned back onto his elbows, stretching his body into a lithe line, and Viggo felt his mouth water. Rising onto his knees, he tugged at Orli's loose sweatpants until they barely hung onto his hipbones. The sun tattoo winked at him from the flat plain of Orlando's stomach, begging to be licked.
Viggo dipped his finger into the jar of Nutella, gathering a liberal dollop. Gently, he touched his canvas, feeling it tremble under his fingertip. His hand moved automatically, and he sat up to see a rather messy version of a Chinese ideograph splayed across Orlando's belly.
"What is it?" Orlando asked, sitting up a little to look.
"Fire," Viggo replied softly, tracing the lines of his painting, "in Chinese."
He dipped his head and started at the top, licking the first line off of Orlando's skin. Orli arched underneath him, his breath catching.
"It tastes different here," Viggo commented. "Saltier. The salt from your skin."
"Shouldn't you try some more? You know, to make certain of that?"
There was a note of pleading in Orli's tone that made Viggo smile. He was an impatient thing; he could hardly stand it when Viggo would pin him down and kiss slowly for half an hour.
"Maybe a little more..."
He lowered his head again and licked a bit more of the symbol off. Right to left, lapping at the sweet paste, cleaning every bit of it off of Orlando's skin. He waited until Orlando was gasping and writhing underneath his tongue, then slid downward, tugging Orli's sweatpants down to his knees and swallowing Orli's cock.
He was sure they heard Orlando's surprised shout all the way on the South Island, and the thought made him smile as well as he could around the bulk of Orlando's erection. He slid all the way down and back up slowly, repeated the move, then settled into the rhythm he knew would turn Orlando inside out within minutes. Steady, quickening strokes, licking at the head, tasting salty precome mixing with the chocolate, hazelnut taste of the Nutella still on his tongue.
"Oh... oh... Viggo, I'm gonna come..."
Viggo swallowed him down again, pressing his hands against Orlando's hips to hold him steady, working his throat around Orli's cock. Orli cried out again, his hands fisting in the bedcovers, and the taste of Nutella was suddenly drowned in the bitter-salt flavor of semen. Viggo drank it down, licking Orlando clean before crawling up his lover's body.
Orlando pulled him close, snuggling up against him as if he were a teddy bear. He kissed Viggo sweetly. "Good stuff, isn't it?"
"Mmm, yes," Viggo murmured against Orlando's lips. "Oh, wait. Did you mean the Nutella?"
End