Feeling Naughty

 

Author:  Kinkyhobbit

Pairing:  OB/VM

Genre:  RPS

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  graphic sex.

Summary:  Orli and Viggo have been out to dinner. Now they’re walking home, and Orli is feeling naughty…

Disclaimer: Of course this never happened and I’m not claiming it did…I’d just like to imagine it did ;)

Notes: exists in my own little AU.

 

 

 

“That was nice.”

 

Orli glanced at Viggo and smiled. “Yeah, it’s one of my favourite restaurants.”

 

“Actually, I was thinking out loud about the wine.”

 

“Well yes, that was nice too.”

 

“Pity there wasn’t more of it.”

 

It was a quiet night, there weren’t many people around now. They’d left the busy streets and were walking back to Orli’s. Now it was just closed hardware stores, antique shops, accountants’ offices and little takeaways that wouldn’t open until tomorrow.

 

They turned a corner and Orli felt his heart skip. They were getting close to the shortcut he usually took during the day. He’d never taken it at night, but only because he’d never been up here at night before now. It was down a short street and along a narrow alley behind a building which led to a path to his own street. The alley behind the building was nothing but a narrow footpath about half a metre wide, enclosed by the high, windowless brick wall of the building on one side and a high chicken-wire fence on the other. The fence was solidly built with no sagging or loose spots anywhere. A very well-constructed fence, Orli would often think appreciatively.

 

It would be dark and secluded.

 

Every time he walked down that alley during the daytime, he imagined what it would be like to be fucked up against that fence. He fantasised about bringing some guy here late at night and being pushed up against the fence by him and roughly taken. He’d just never found a guy he wanted to do that with.

 

He smiled, feeling naughty tonight. Maybe foolish too. He grasped Viggo’s hand and stopped, jerking him to a halt.

 

Viggo turned, frowning at their clasped hands, a slight smile on his face. “What?”

 

Orli smiled. “Got an idea.”

 

He tugged at Viggo’s hand and Viggo moved closer, his smile broadening. “Yes?”

 

“I’m feeling naughty.”

 

“Are you.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What sort of naughty?”

 

“Very naughty.”

 

Viggo looked around nervously and Orli read his mind.

 

“Don’t worry, it’s somewhere no-one will find us unless they’re looking for us.”

 

“Orli…”

 

Orli began tugging him down the street towards the alley. “Come on, it’s a little shortcut. We can have some fun.”

 

“What kind of fun?”

 

“What kind do you think?”

 

Viggo was shaking his head but let himself be dragged along nonetheless. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

 

“That’s half the fun.”

 

“Orli.”

 

“Trust me.”

 

“I trust you, it’s other people I’m worried about.”

 

Orli pulled him sideways between the fence and the corner of the building. They were now in the alley, lit only by moonlight, and Orli stopped when they were about halfway along it’s thirty metre length.

 

“Well?”

 

“Hmm…” Viggo mused, still glancing around. He pulled Orli close. “You are a mischievous elf.”

 

Orli simply slid his arms around Viggo’s neck, leaning against him. “So teach me a lesson,” he murmured with a cheeky smile.

 

“How many times have you done this?”

 

“Er, well…never.”

 

“Really?”

 

Orli nodded. “Wanted to. Never really been someone I could do it with, though.”

 

Viggo kissed his brow. “What do you mean by that?”

 

Orli kissed Viggo’s lips, gently sucking at them, murmuring softly. “Just never been someone…I could trust enough…special enough…”

 

Viggo moaned softly and returned the kiss, holding Orli tighter.

 

Orli’s hot tongue was enough to push Viggo off balance. He took a step back and leant against the warm bricks. The traffic was far away, there were no people, just their hot bodies and breathing and the soft scrape of their feet on the gravel-strewn path.

 

Orli moaned into Viggo’s mouth and pushed his thigh between his legs, Viggo groaning and grinding against him. They found a steady rhythm, moaning as they kissed and their bodies worked together. But it was risky and this was a public place, and although quiet someone could still come along and find them. That’s what made it so fucking sexy, so urgent, so important that they get down to business as soon as possible.

 

Viggo broke off the kiss and slid to his knees, his shirt catching on the bricks. He yanked at Orli’s jeans, pulling them roughly open and catching Orli’s cock in his mouth. He sucked briefly, tongue sliding down to the base and flicking playfully at Orli’s balls. Quick feather touches turned to long, wet licks, and Orli leant his forehead against the wall, closing his eyes, stroking Viggo’s head.

 

“Oh fuck…”

 

Viggo took Orli’s cock in his mouth again, sucking hungrily, eagerly, hard enough to make Orli cry out. Orli gripped Viggo’s hair and pressed his head back against the wall, pulling back and teasing his open mouth with his cock. Viggo strained to reach it, then looked up at Orli and opened his mouth wider, waiting.

It was dark but Orli knew what Viggo was doing. He laughed softly, teasingly. Viggo suddenly pushed forward, trying to reach Orli’s cock, but Orli held him fast.

 

“Give it to me,” Viggo growled.

 

Orli leaned in and Viggo sucked gently on the head of his cock. Orli pushed and Viggo took it in, took all of it eagerly, and Orli began slowly, steadily fucking his mouth. He closed his eyes as he listened to Viggo sucking in time with his own hips, and smiled.

 

He thrust forward, pinning Viggo’s head to the wall. Viggo choked and wrapped his arms around Orli’s legs, pulled him closer, wanting every inch of it. Orli bit back a cry as he fell forward against the wall with Viggo practically swallowing him.

 

He didn’t want to come yet. He knew what he did want and he pulled back and hauled Viggo to his feet, staring into his moonlit eyes.

 

“Fuck me. Now.”

 

Viggo smiled, panting. “Now?”

 

“Now.”

 

Viggo turned him around and roughly shoved him against the fence. He grabbed Orli’s hands and forced him to take hold of it on either side of his head. Orli stood there as Viggo yanked his jeans down further, below his knees. He felt his cock twitch as he heard Viggo’s belt buckle being opened, heard the strap of the belt slide out of it, heard the zip of Viggo’s jeans being pulled down.

 

Then he felt wet fingers find their way to his ass, sliding easily into him, and he whimpered.

 

“Just fuck me…fuck me, please…”

 

Viggo’s lips brushed his ear. “Have to make sure you can take it,” he whispered.

 

“I can take it.”

 

Viggo’s fingers withdrew and Orli smiled. “Please…yes…”

 

“Oh I don’t know…”

 

The fingers returned with more moisture, slowly probing deeper.

 

“Viggo you fucking te-” Orli choked on his own words as he felt Viggo’s teeth beneath his ear, fingers thrust deep and held inside him.

 

“Vig…”

 

Viggo smiled against Orli’s neck and slowly curled his fingers, pushing upwards, rubbing Orli deep inside.

 

“Uh! Uh, fuck! Fuck!”

 

Viggo chuckled. “I might not need to fuck you.”

 

“You better fuck me!” hissed Orli, trying not to laugh, reaching back to grasp Viggo’s cock and pull him forward.

 

Viggo gasped and shuddered and now Orli smiled. “You need to fuck me,” he whispered.

 

Viggo laughed softly against Orli’s skin and slowly withdrew his fingers.

 

Orli groaned as he took Viggo inside him, Viggo’s body pushing him against the fence. He reached back to spread himself wider, giving Viggo better access, taking it deeper. He grimaced and let out a soft cry as Viggo thrust steadily forward, burying himself completely.

 

Viggo paused. “You okay?” he whispered.

 

Orli moaned, fully impaled and helpless, and loving it. “Yeah…oh fuck, yeah.”

 

“Good…”

 

Orli gasped as Viggo’s tongue traced a long, lazy line up the side of his neck. The fence creaked softly as Viggo reached around to grasp hold of it, fingers hooking through the wire. Locked in place and ready.

 

He sighed, moving slowly inside Orli. “How’s that?” he whispered.

 

Orli groaned, still clutching the fence. “Oh, that’s…that’s…”

 

Viggo chuckled softly into his ear. “I thought so.”

 

Viggo fucked him slow, gently, whispering to him. Just when Orli thought he was going to pass out from the pleasure of it Viggo slid slowly, almost completely out of him, then suddenly thrust deep, forcing him up onto his toes. Orli cried out and Viggo withdrew, only to slam him into the fence again with another deep thrust.

 

“Is that what you want?” Viggo hissed, roughly kissing the side of Orli’s face and down his neck, kissing hard and audibly. “Is it? Is it?”

 

“Yes…please…”

 

Viggo thrust again, eliciting another strangled cry.

 

“Is it?”

 

“Yes!” panted Orli. “Please, Viggo…”

Viggo growled and began fucking him with vigour. Orli tensed, pushing back, his grip tightening on the fence as Viggo stroked him deep inside. He could feel Viggo biting his neck, muffled grunts against his skin. He tried to move his head, feeling the wire pressing painfully against his scalp and his own cock aching for release. He felt suddenly hot and uncomfortable in his clothes but it was too late to do anything about that, all he could do was hang on and enjoy the ride.

 

Viggo had his eyes shut tight with his teeth firmly in the side of Orli’s neck. Orli knew it would leave a mark and he didn’t care. Right now he wanted it, wanted everything Viggo could give him. He pushed back harder, begging for more, then cried out through clenched teeth as Viggo increased his speed, crushing him against the fence.

 

Orli grimaced and gasped as Viggo let out an anguished cry, burying himself deeper, pushing him up onto his toes again. Orli smiled as he felt Viggo’s warmth spread through him, and they both let go of the fence and fell back against the wall.

 

Viggo was panting and even before he had slipped completely from Orli’s ass his hand was sliding down Orli’s body, down to his cock, grasping it and stroking it. Orli cried out again and his legs gave way as he came. Viggo stopped him from falling and sank to the ground, pulling Orli down with him, holding him in his arms and kissing him. Orli twisted around in Viggo’s arms, lying against Viggo’s chest as they kissed, slowly getting their breath back.

 

Viggo let his head fall back against the wall and sighed. Orli hugged him tight, gently nudging under Viggo’s chin with his head. Viggo took the hint and gave him a squeeze.

 

“You’re like a big cat sometimes, rather than an elf,” he murmured, kissing Orli’s head.

 

Orli giggled. “Ever fucked a cat?”

 

Viggo laughed. “No!”

 

They kissed again, longer, deeper, until their hearts stopped pounding and their breathing became calm. When they stopped Orli sighed, lying his head against Viggo’s warm chest, looking up at the blue-tinted clouds lurking near the moon.

 

Viggo smiled. “That’s a nice way to come down.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

When the chill finally began to get to them they stood, both pulling their jeans back up.

 

“You making me a coffee when we get to your place?”

 

“Yeah,” Orli grinned mischievously. “Maybe.”

 

“I’m not fucking you in any more alleys if you don’t.”

 

Orli laughed. “It’s a deal.”

 

 

Kinkyhobbit 2002

 

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