“You think that’s funny, do you?” Viggo mock-growled, pushing off the couch and turning to glare down at him. With his ripped shorts pushed halfway down his legs and his spit-coated cock hanging thick and heavy between his thighs, Viggo looked both hot and ridiculous. He narrowed his eyes like he’d been set a challenge. “You think you’ll last any longer? Pull down those jeans and we’ll see what you’re made of, punk.”
Grinning, pushing his jeans down around his thighs and letting his rock-hard cock spring free, Bjorn leaned back and nodded down at his leaking cock in invitation. He knew that he wasn’t going to last more than a few seconds with Viggo’s mouth on him, his balls already pulled tight and ready to shoot, but that was all right. He’d win round two for sure.
14
VIGGO
Viggo nuzzled into Bjorn’s neck, rocking his hips and trying to prevent his shrinking knot from slipping out of his mate’s well-fucked ass. They were spooning, having migrated to the bedroom somewhere between the second and third round of making each other come, Viggo plastered to Bjorn’s back like a limpet.
“You want to go again?” Bjorn rumbled, half asleep but pushing his ass back all the same.
“I think my cock would fall off,” Viggo said, kissing between Bjorn’s shoulder blades and mouthing at the sweat-salt skin. “Could your ass even take it?”
Bjorn laughed and turned around, Viggo’s cock slipping from his ass with a wet squelch, and faced him. He tweaked Viggo’s nipple, sending a jolt down his chest and into his exhausted knot.
“If you wanted it to.”
Viggo groaned, wanting to say yes but knowing that his cock simply wasn’t up for it. They hadn’t had a marathon session like this since they were nineteen, and though he hated to admit it, he was feeling his age.
“I’ll give your hole a rest,” Viggo said, tweaking Bjorn’s nipple right back. “You must be sore.”
Bjorn kissed him, tracing his lips with his tongue. “A little sore, maybe, but it was worth it.” He pulled back.
Viggo knew that he had to be more thana littlesore, but he decided to take Bjorn’s word for it. He’d certainly sounded like he’d enjoyed himself when Viggo had split him open and pounded him into submission.
“Good.” Viggo sat up, running his hand down Bjorn’s side and cupping his ass. “But I think I should check for myself, just to make sure.”
“Really? What are you-”
Viggo interrupted Bjorn’s question by pushing him down to his stomach and crawling between his legs. He sank down, lowering his chest to the mattress, and reached up to spread Bjorn’s muscular cheeks. Raw and gaping, Bjorn’s hole twitched before him, winking at him as it struggled to close.
“Ouch,” Viggo mumbled, lowering his mouth and licking over the bruised rim. Bjorn hitched his breath, hands fisting in the sheets, and let out a whimper that had Viggo smirking. He reached under Bjorn’s stomach and grabbed his cock, half hard and twitching at the renewed attention to his hole, and pulled it down so that it lay flat against the mattress between Bjorn’s quivering thighs.
Lifting up on his elbows, Viggo took a second to appreciate the sight before him. Bjorn’s ass, gloriously firm and muscular, was spread open, and with his cock pulled down between his legs, Viggo couldn’t decide what he wanted to put his mouth on first.
He decided to start at the bottom, in this case the tip of Bjorn’s cock, and work his way up to his hole.
Dragging his tongue up Bjorn’s cock, tracing the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft, Viggo then worked his way up to Bjorn’s massive balls, pulled tight against his body and looking like two juicy plums, and spent a few minutes just mouthing on them.
Bjorn’s balls were too big for him to fit both in his mouth at the same time, so Viggo sucked them into his mouth in turns, rolling them over his tongue one after the other, slurping and tugging until Bjorn was a whimpering mess.
“You like that?” Viggo grabbed Bjorn’s cheeks again and spread his ass wide. He spit a wad of saliva onto the twitching hole, using his thumb to spread it all around the inflamed opening, pushing his thumb inside and giving the overstretched muscle a tug. “Well?”
When he didn’t get a reply, Bjorn too busy moaning into the sheets, he smacked his hand down on his ass, leaving a bright red print behind. “Do you like that?” he repeated, adding another finger to Bjorn’s ass.
“Fuck, it stings so fucking bad,” Bjorn groaned, lifting his ass and arching his back. “Want you to eat me out.”
Not one to deny his mate, Viggo dove in and resumed licking into Bjorn’s hole.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Bjorn whimpered, his body shaking as Viggo probed his ass with his tongue. The taste of lube, sweat and his own seed coated the inside of Viggo’s mouth, the potent scent of sex saturating the air making him dizzy.
Viggo abandoned Bjorn’s hole and pushed his way down the bed, laying his face down flat against the mattress, taking the head of Bjorn’s cock into his mouth just in time to catch the first spurt of his orgasm.
“Fuck!” Bjorn cried, his body practically convulsing as Viggo sucked down his load. Viggo worked the head of Bjorn’s cock while at the same time reaching up to squeeze his knot to milk him through his orgasm.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Bjorn’s voice was shaky as he tried to pull away from Viggo’s mouth, his knot deflating almost immediately after he’d come.
Viggo kept going, scraping his teeth over the sensitive head of Bjorn’s cock until he cried mercy.
