Coda

by Nienor

The rules are the same, but they're also new, and Orli is learning.

He's learning all over again how Viggo likes to give it to him hot and hard and slow and cruel, a little bit vicious and above all, nasty.

He's learning how to spread his legs and whimper for it, at any hour of the day or night.

He's learning how Viggo's cock feels as it's shoving inside his ass-- when he's ready and when he isn't. When he's lubed and when he's not. When he's stretched and when he's tight, not expecting to be awakened turned on his belly and had, all within the space of a heartbeat.

He's learning that can happen any time they're alone-- or close enough to suit Viggo.

He's learned to keep himself clean. At the drop of a hat, Viggo likes to spread him and spend a half-hour tongue-fucking his arsehole, and then the next half-hour snogging his mouth.

He's learned that sometimes Viggo will suck him off and let Orli shoot his load right in his mouth. Then he knows Viggo will feed him his own come with a hot, slick kiss, wet and bitter and so goddamned fucking sexy Orli will whimper and lick hungrily till every trace of his own come is gone and there's only Viggo, purring into his mouth.

He's learned to close his eyes and stab his tongue into Viggo's ass and lick hot and deep and moan like he can't get enough. He's learned not to let anything bother him. He thinks Viggo could take a piss in his mouth and he'd just drink it up, but Viggo doesn't do that.

He knows Viggo won't bend him and twist him and tie him in knots, like he does sometimes to Elijah. He even thinks he knows why. Sometimes Viggo will stroke his spine in the dark, fingertips lightly soothing the scar from where he broke his back, and he knows that if Viggo thinks Orli is asleep, he'll murmur soft words of comfort, or kiss his way across Orli's shoulder, or rub his back gently, soothing his muscles.

Orli knows that when Viggo's finished feeling tender, if he's not too sleepy, or if he thinks Orli is waking up, he'll move like a striking snake. He'll slam Orli onto his belly and fuck him, hard and rough.

Just the way he loves it.

He's learned to move like a cat in heat, nestling his ass against Viggo's hardening cock in bed to invite a good hard fucking. He's learned to suck cock with his mouth just as wet and nasty as he can make it. He's learned to lick come off fingers and faces and bellies and thighs and sheets and floors with little cat-flickers of tongue that make Viggo groan and reach for him.

He knows how to arch and whimper and move his body artfully when he struggles against restraints now, and he does it so well Viggo's eyes kindle and he can't hold himself back.

He's learned that if he plays his cards just right, he can stretch or purr or lick his lips or drop Viggo a look from under his lashes in a way that will distract him from anything, even Elijah.

He's learned that he is a slut.

He's learned the rules.

-finis-

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