Nocturne

by Vivianedesblanc and Nienor

"Shut up and fuck me!" How the hell the old coot afforded silk sheets he'd never know.

"Really, Sean. Such language."

"Just... ahh!" He let his head fall forward into the pillow. "Yes. Like that."

"You're really quite impatient, you know."

"So-- ahh! what if I am?"

"And you came very near angering Viggo so badly I thought he might take another swing at you." The mischief in his voice was enough to make Sean bite out a half-shaky laugh.

"And you'd have loved watching it, you old pervert."

"Yes. I would have." One hard thrust, enough to drag a gasp from him before Ian settled back into a more leisurely pace. He cursed aloud, trying to get a grip on the slippery sheets.

"You fucker...."

Ian ignored that. "Indeed, I rather enjoyed your little debacle in the water earlier this week. I would have lost five pounds if I'd wagered on you."

"Then you should think about saving your money for things you can afford," Sean grunted, trying and failing to get enough leverage to push back against him. Fucking son of a whore laughed, with soft politeness.

"I believe I did."

"Just because you got us into that club..." Sean gasped as Ian angled his hips, "...and bought us a drink, that isn't why I'm here."

"Oh no, of course not." Laughter fluttered in his tone, and lazy pleasure. "You make a practice of taking old men to bed, I'm sure."

"Well, it wasn't as though either of us were going to score Orli or Elijah."

"And I think I hardly have a shot at Viggo, given the state you left him in." Ian moved smoothly, belying his age.

Sean chuckled, squirming to feel the soft silk against his hard cock. "Mmmmm. He should roll over more often; there's no sense in halving your pleasures out of foolish pride."

"You shouldn't have burned your bridges."

"It was good for him," Sean mumbled, hearing his voice rumble with defensive satisfaction. "He never asked me to stop, and he writhed like--"

"Like this?" Ian moved gracefully, sliding his hand under Sean's belly, and Sean started.

"Yes, like that. Don't stop." Sean breathed, trying to keep his mind on the conversation, half-failing. "He... ahh. Yes....!"

"He wanted it, then?" Ian was a bit more breathless than before, moving faster.

"Nnng. Yes. And don't have a heart attack on me."

"I wouldn't dream of it. Dreadfully impolite."

"I shouldn't have burned my bridges." Sean lifted himself mournfully onto his elbows; the silk sheets and the persistent thrusting kindled him to warm, glowing pleasure; his dick brushed the silk more this way, so he stayed upright. "God, what a hot fuck. Tight as sin, struggling against the chains, dripping sweat, cursing like a sailor...."

"I don't know whether to be aroused or insulted by you lying with me while you're thinking of another lover," Ian's wry humor tickled him with butterfly wings. "If I hadn't seen him tonight, I might have chosen the latter."

"No insult intended," Sean added hastily, and was rewarded with a single hard thrust that burned up his spine. "There...fuck, yeah...are a few advantages to being on the other side of the equation, too."

"Good to hear it. I don't suppose the idea of having Viggo fucking you has much appeal?" It sounded that much more obscene coming from those cultured tones, but the idea was like a flashburn behind his eyes.

It was just enough, he feel of Ian twisting his hand around his dick combined with his sudden near violence, ramming into him with a vigor that Sean wouldn't have guessed an old queen could have in him, and yeah, he had an idea that Viggo would happily skull-fuck him at this point, but Ian was shoving in with feverish brutality and Sean came hard, splattering the sheets beneath him.

His elbows gave way and Sean collapsed down onto the bed, cooling semen sticky against his belly, making the sheets cling to him uncomfortably. Ian slowed again, rocking slowly in and out. Bastard had some stamina in him, anyway.

"I believe that would be a yes, then?"

"God, don't you ever shut up?"

"No," Ian smiled, still fucking him comfortably, and Sean groaned, shifting back onto his knees.

"What were you drinking tonight, Viagra shots?" Sean demanded, suspicious.

"Do shut up."

-finis-

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