Title: Quid Pro Quo
Summary: Viggo enlists a reluctant Bean for project with promising results.
Notes: just really hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
It took Viggo about an hour to get everything set up. When it was finally ready, he faced Sean with a small grin.
"Ready to disrobe?"
"Do I have a choice?" Sean asked.
"You always have a choice," Viggo replied in his soft growl.
With a long suffering sigh, Sean untied the sash on his robe and let it fall to his feet. "Where do you want me?"
"In the middle, here," Viggo said, maneuvering Sean's nude body to the centre of the sheet. "Okay, now put your arms up."
Sean stretched his arms up and took hold of the ropes above him. Viggo buckled the cuffs around his wrists.
"How does that feel? Secure?"
Sean tested the bonds. "Yeah. Not too tight, but I doubt I'm going to get out of them."
"Go ahead and put your full weight on the ropes."
Sean raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously," Viggo said. "They should be strong enough to support all your weight."
Lifting his feet off the ground, Sean tested the bonds. True to Viggo's word, they held his weight.
Viggo stroked chin, face deep in thought. "How comfortable are you with doing suspension?"
"Full suspension? For the whole session?"
"We can stop if you get uncomfortable. Or numb."
Sean frowned. "I guess. I've done it before, but . . ."
"I'll be gentle, I promise," Viggo said, smoothing one hand down Sean's flank.
Viggo retrieved the spreader bar from the closet. He attached each of the ends to cuffs around Sean's ankles. Once the bar was secure, he lifted Sean's ankles slowly, carefully behind his body. He tethered the bar to one of the rings in the ceiling so that he was in a reverse bridge position, leaving his cock hanging down from his body.
"How does that feel?"
"I'm okay," Sean said, shifting in his bonds.
Viggo turned and retrieved his camera. It took him a few minutes to get the light just right, during which time Sean groaned and sighed, but Viggo knew he wouldn't have agreed to this if he wasn't actually into it. Viggo also appreciated the wait because it allowed Sean's cock to harden nicely.
"Perhaps I should bind that, too," Viggo said, lowering the camera and cocking his head to the side.
Sean growled low in his throat. "The things I do for you."
Viggo gave him a toothy grin. "Just a ring, then. I'll leave the rope off this time."
Sean made small noises as Viggo snapped the leather around the base of his cock and balls.
Satisfied, Viggo stepped back and retrieved his camera once more. He was quiet while he worked, face intently serious behind the lens of his camera. The only sound in the room was the shuffling of Viggo's feet across the linen backdrop he'd laid out.
Sean's breathing became laboured and a drops of precum began to form on the head of his cock. Viggo zoomed in on the bound appendage, particularly interested in catching the image of the drops running down Sean's stiff length.
Finally, Viggo set his camera on the floor. "I think I've got the shot."
"The shot?" Sean asked, emphasizing the singularity of the noun. "Not the shots? If you were using film, you probably would have run through five rolls already."
"Just the shot. I only needed one," Viggo said softly, reaching up to untether the spreader bar from the ceiling, allowing Sean's body to relax from its cramped position.
"You tied me up for one shot?"
"It's always one shot," Viggo said with a grin. "But I have to take several to make sure I've got it right."
He finished untying Sean, save for the leather binding his cock. Sean reached for it and Viggo slapped his hand away.
"I told you I'd make it up to you."
Viggo took Sean's wrist in his hand and laid several kisses against the faint marks left by the rope. He repeated the gesture on the other wrist, eyes trained on Sean's face.
He planted several kisses against the crook of Sean's elbow, one against his firm bicep, another on his neck, and finally, one against his lips.
Sean groaned and gave his mouth over to Viggo. They kissed languidly, tongues chasing one another in and out of their mouths. Sean flexed his hips against the fabric of Viggo's jeans.
"Take them off," he sighed against Viggo's lips.
"Not yet," Viggo replied, slipping to his knees.
Viggo ran his hands up the backs of Sean's thighs, reaching back to cup his firm backside. He squeezed the golden globes, nuzzling his face into the juncture between Sean's thigh and his hip. He rubbed his cheek against the length of Sean's cock, then turned his head and mouthed it. Sean hissed in a breath and fisted Viggo's hair in his hands.
Viggo ran his tongue along Sean's length, teasing him, but never quite taking him in his mouth. He lowered his head, sucking gently on Sean's balls, taking them one at a time into his mouth. Sean spread his legs wider to accommodate Viggo.
As he slid his mouth back up to the base of Sean's cock, Viggo worked one of his fingers between the cheeks of Sean's ass. When he took the head of Sean's cock between his lips, he dipped his finger into Sean's ass to the first knuckle.
Sean groaned low and tried to thrust into Viggo's mouth, but the hands on his hips held him steady.
"You're killing me here," he groaned between clenched teeth.
"You're fine, quit bitching," Viggo said between licks.
Taking pity on the other man, Viggo swallowed Sean down, working the length of his cock with his tongue. But Sean couldn't get anywhere with the cock ring still in place.
"Don't cum yet," Viggo whispered, lifting his mouth on Sean's cock just long enough to unsnap the ring.
Viggo kept his thumb and forefinger in place of the leather until he sank back down on Sean's shaft. He placed both hands on Sean's thighs and rubbed gently.
"Vig... I'm--I'm gonna--" Sean's speech stuttered as he came suddenly down Viggo's throat.
Viggo took it all, working Sean with lips and tongue through all of his shuddering and spasming. Finally, finally, he finished and Viggo pulled away. He wiped at the corner of his mouth absently and sat back on his heels.
"Fuck," Sean swore, sinking down to his knees in front of Viggo.
"Good?" Viggo asked.
"Fuck," Sean repeated.
"Worth letting me tie you up for a while?"
"Yeah, I would bloody well say so. And it was a hell of a lot better than that time I let you cover me in melted butter."
Viggo grinned. "Yes, but I licked it off afterward, didn't I?"
"Why do you think I agreed this time?"
Viggo's laughter echoed off the bare walls of his studio.