The
Consequences of Alcohol And Sex
by Tuuli
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The words were out of
Orli’s mouth before he had time to think about them, and after they were out he
was coming so hard that it hurt, his mind blissfully clear of any possible
thoughts.
He hadn’t really meant it. People said all kinds of things when they
were drunk – and besides, Viggo brushing against his prostate for the millionth
time and stroking his cock had sent him over the edge exactly when it had
escaped his mouth. The consequences of alcohol and sex.
Orli wasn’t lying, though, either. What he’d said was definitely very
close to truth, but he’d decided to keep it a secret – or something like that.
At least he hadn’t wanted to blurt it out in the middle of one of their heavier
sex sessions for Christ’s sake!
Coming down from his high, Orli distantly realized that Viggo was still
thrusting into him, though he was effectively avoiding Orli’s prostate. The
Dane knew it would’ve been too much for his young lover. Orli squeezed Viggo’s
cock with his inner muscles, making the older man groan and slow down his
movements.
“For Christ’s sake, man, can’t you just come already?” Orli asked, his
voice strangled with satisfaction and laughter.
Viggo looked at him with an amused glint in his eyes and smiled gently.
He leaned in to kiss Orlando, crushing their mouths together. Orli let his legs
slide off Viggo’s shoulders and wrapped them around his middle, using the new
position to pull him in deeper. Again, the Dane groaned, this time picking up
speed. In no time, he was thrusting in and out of the willing body beneath him
before burying himself inside and moaning as he came. Then he collapsed on top
of the younger man.
“Orlando,” Viggo breathed, his tongue caressing the word. The syllables
were whispered with such love and adoration that Orli’s heart fluttered. Viggo
rolled over, pulling the elf with him. Wiping his own come off his stomach
carelessly with the bed covers he was pulling over them Orli put his head on
Viggo’s chest and slid his arm over the older man’s waist. Viggo used his arm
to pull Orlando closer to his body.
“I didn’t really mean it, y’know,” Orli said hoarsely. He cleared his
throat. “I mean… I’m getting there, you know? But not… yet. Not yet.”
Viggo’s hand was gently caressing his back, shoulders and neck. “Don’t
worry about it, sweetheart,” the older man said gently. “Just sleep, now. I’m
not going anywhere.”
Orli placed one final kiss on Viggo’s chest before closing his eyes and
drifting off, a sweet smile and a dreamy look on his face. Viggo, on the other
hand, let himself caress the smooth skin under his fingertips and place small
kisses on Orli’s hair, staring at the ceiling for at least two hours before
finally falling asleep. Orli’s words echoed in his head, “I love you, I love
you, I love you…”
-loppu-
