Double Lotus:Chapter 5: Plow
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brainofckChapter Title: Chapter 5: Plow
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muck_a_luck, originally posted at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rugbytackle, now also in brainofck
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: G to NC-17
Summary: Yoga for two
Content/warnings: Um. Excessive use of technical yoga talk?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's ownporno script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles if she ruled the universe if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: Would be cool to be archived! www.Rugbytackling.com only, though. And Green Opals if they'll have me! :)
Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
Viggo started to chuckle into the kiss. "That was easy," he laughed, then gave a manly "Hey!" that sounded suspiciously like a squeal when Sean bit down hard on his neck just behind his ear.
"Would you like me to make it harder for you?" Sean growled, dragging his teeth forward and tugging Viggo's head back by his hair, sucking and biting on his throat as he went, wrapping tongue and teeth and hot mouth around his adam's apple.
Viggo caught Sean's erection in his palm and gave a little squeeze and pull. "How much harder does it get?" he asked, with a wicked little laugh.
Sean growled again, tucked his ankle behind Viggo's and gave a good shove. Viggo overbalanced and fell into Sean's encircling arms, as Sean took Viggo down onto the mat in a laughing pile of flailing arms and legs. Sean pinned his friend easily with hips and forearms and proceeded to devour his mouth, the deep kiss hot and hard and wet. Moved to his neck and feasted there, leaving bite marks and purple bruises that would last for days. Viggo squirmed and writhed under him, and when Viggo thrust up against him with his hips, Sean murmured against his neck, "You know what I like about these sticky mats? You won't be going anywhere while I'm fucking you into next week." With a final parting bite, Sean pulled up and back, hands going for the waist of Viggo's shorts. Viggo lifted his hips easily, then Sean had the shorts off, and there Viggo was, laid out before him. His shirt rucked up to show a furry belly. His sex standing flushed and hard. He smelled of clean, salty sweat and the musk of arousal. And suddenly Sean didn't have a clue what he was doing.
He made the mistake of meeting Viggo's gaze, and his stomach lurched unpleasantly. The sparkle had gone out of his friend's eyes, and Viggo wasn't laughing anymore. Viggo looked at him hard, "What did you do, forget or something?"
Sean blushed and looked away. "Sorta. Heat of the moment. Wasn't thinking…" His eyes wandered back to Viggo's cock and he blushed harder.
Viggo wasn't having that, apparently. He lunged up and tackled Sean backwards, kissing him again, as passionately as before. Well, kissing was fine. Sean could do kissing. Even with Viggo mostly naked on top of him now. Then Viggo rolled so that Sean was on the top again, wrapping strong legs around Sean's waist, large, warm hands slipping down under Sean's clothes to caress and knead his ass, pulling him in tighter against Viggo's bare crotch. Sean arched his back to give Viggo the contact he wanted as Sean's mouth moved down Viggo's throat to collarbone, sternum, nipple… How long had it been since he had a chance to really indulge his oral fixations? Suddenly the image of Viggo's cock materialized behind his closed eyelids, and he shivered at the possible implications…
"I have to get to work," he gasped against Viggo's chest. He looked up to find Viggo watching him.
His friend made a show of looking thoughtful and concerned. "I don't think that's a good idea today. You're all flushed. You're sweaty. You're eyes are all dilated and feverish-looking. You wouldn't want to expose your co-workers to whatever it is you've got. I think you should call in and let them know you can't make it today…"
Sean laughed. "Aren't you afraid I'm going to give you something?"
Strong thighs squeezed tighter around his hips. "I'm counting on it. But I've got to be willing to make sacrifices for the people I love. Make sure you're comfortable and well looked-after, especially when you're in this condition."
Sean rested his cheek on Viggo's chest while he thought it over. Viggo groaned at the feel of Sean's stubble against his damp skin and suckled nipple. The raw lust in the sound made Sean's decision for him.
"Well, if I'm just going to call in, there's no rush then, is there?" he said. Then he sat back suddenly, seeming to contradict his own statement. Viggo looked confused, and worried. He drew up his knees to sit, but Sean gave him a crisp slap on the hip.
"Why don't you try Plow, and we'll see if I can get you loose enough to be useful for something besides making me truant from work."
Viggo gave him that hard look again, then the wicked gleam was back, along with a maniacal grin, and he curled his torso and swung his legs back 'til his toes were firmly grounded on the floor behind his head, presenting Sean with a lovely view of his ass and balls. He noticed that Viggo had, probably reflexively, begun the ujjayi* breath. Well, that wouldn't do at all. Sean leaned in and bit - a good solid bite around Viggo's root that earned Sean a gasp and a whimper. More little hisses as Sean nipped and bit his way down Viggo's perineum, then a groan as he laved the new marks with the flat of his tongue, drawing a lazy path back up to Viggo's sack.
"You are gonna pay for that when I get my hands on you," Viggo gasped out.
"Promises, promises," murmured Sean in reply, nuzzling against Viggo's balls. Viggo smelled more yeasty, less sour than a woman would. Sean took an experimental lick, then began to place a series of open-mouthed kisses and licks all along the sensitive scrotal flesh, finally attempting to take as much as he could into his mouth at once. He wasn't very successful, but the effect on Viggo was worth the attempt. The man under him was panting and twitching.
"I can't hold this pose forever, you now," Viggo grunted.
Sean laughed. "The longer you hold the posture, the more benefit you'll get from it."
"That's not true, and you knnoooooow it," Viggo's protest died away into a moan, as Sean got on with his real purpose. Sean licked a broad swipe, starting low in Viggo's cleft and sweeping up, over his opening, around and up his balls, and down across the length of his cock, finishing up with a wicked swirl around the head. The salty little drop of precum was an unexpected surprise. Sean laughed and did it again. Viggo was in a state now. He clearly wanted to move and squirm, but was waiting for Sean's next move. Sean decided to put him out of his misery. He focused his attention on Viggo's opening, licking, kissing, sucking. Sean loved doing this. Viggo was a panting, moaning, trembling mess, and Sean hadn't even started on his cock.
That was a thought. Suddenly, Sean pulled off. Viggo groaned, and said, "I've got to move. Watch it." He swung his legs back down. His feet landed heavily to either side of Sean, who was still kneeling where he'd been when they started. When Viggo shifted up on to his elbows, he found Sean grinning at him evilly.
"Why don't we balance that with a backbend?" Sean suggested, "Maybe Bridge?" Viggo just stared at him.
"You are insane, you realize that?" Viggo said incredulously. "And I'm not gonna be able to hold Bridge nearly as long as I held Plow."
Sean just gave him a knowing smile. "Maybe we can do it as an assisted pose?" With a moan Viggo flopped back on the mat, set his feet, positioned his shoulders, tightened those lovely, lovely abs, and pulled himself up into the backbend.
Sean stood and prowled around him, shucking his clothes as he went. As he stood straddling Viggo's head, he looked down to see Viggo staring up at his cock - hot, hard, heavy and clearly leaking. The vision made Sean twitch and, impossibly, made his dick tighten even more. He shook his head, gave Viggo a smile of pure bravado, bent down and took his friend all the way down his throat.
Viggo yowled and Sean gagged. Eyes watering, he backed off, suckling the head, taking a little more, then pulling all the way off to lick broad strokes along the shaft and swirl his tongue around the head. Viggo was whimpering and gasping below him. Sean took pity on him and grasped him around the waist, taking almost all of Viggo's weight in his own arms. Viggo sagged into his grasp gratefully, twitching and squirming, trying to thrust up into Sean's novice mouth and too innocent touches.
It was a rush for Sean. The power of it. The satisfaction of the sucking. He was tempted to bite, but kept his teeth to himself. He was startled when he realized that Viggo had stopped squirming appreciatively and was actually fighting him. "Sean! Sean! Stop! Come on, let me go!" Sean stopped instantly, carefully helping Viggo to the floor. The move brought his cock to Viggo's mouth, and lust sizzled up Sean's spine when Viggo lapped at the tip.
"God!" Sean cried and rolled away. "Are you OK? What happened?"
Viggo said, "If you'd kept that up, I would have unloaded down your throat. But you promised to fuck me into next week. I wanted to hold out for that." He stretched his legs, shaking out the kinks left from holding the backbend, and spread his thighs invitingly.
Sean didn't need to be asked twice. He pounced. Caught Viggo's wrists and pulled his shoulders taught. Working toward a version of Fish that used to drive Abby insane. He had a passing thought that Viggo wasn't Abby, but brushed it away. It was certainly worth a try. And Viggo clearly saw where he was going with it. As Sean settled between his legs again, Viggo lifted his hips and wrapped his legs tight around Sean's waist. Sean slid home like he and Viggo had been doing this together for months.
But, Oh, God!, Viggo was tight. The hot grip of his body on Sean's cock took Sean's breath away. Viggo was panting under him, body bent and vulnerable, sweating and flushed, his shirt shoved all the way up his body now. To distract himself, Sean bent forward for a nipple and bit, maybe a little harder than he'd intended. Viggo yelled and his internal muscles clamped down on Sean even harder. Sean's sweat dripped onto Viggo's chest as he sucked and kissed and sought the self control to actually move.
The first tentative thrust brought a curse from Viggo. But the answering push back was enough to let Sean know that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. He began to rock in and out, Viggo holding on with his legs for dear life, the thrusts getting longer and harder as he gained more confidence. Viggo was fighting and twisting hard now, and it was almost as good to hold him and pin him as it was to fuck him. Almost. Sean was losing his control rapidly, melting towards the final thrust, and when it came, it rocked him harder than anything he had ever experienced. His vision went hazy and he just braced himself, panting and spilling into Viggo's captive body, trying very hard not to black out.
Viggo was cursing under him now, in a steady, heated stream of profanity in at least four languages. Sean opened his eyes to watch himself pull out and realized that of course, Viggo hadn't come. His erection was drooling a steady stream of clear fluid into the fur on his belly. And Sean realized that interspersed in the cursing Viggo was saying things like "without me!" and "I can't believe it!" and quite frequently "Bastard!" And then, in a huge heaving push and twist of his hips, Viggo finally flipped him.
"That was not very nice," Viggo said, glaring down at him in mock outrage. "For that, I think I'm gonna have to do you upside down. We'll see how you like being left hanging. Come on. Let's start with an easy pose for you. Downward Dog." Sean's world was spinning, but the gleam in Viggo's smile and the crinkle of the delicate crow's feet around his eyes as he climbed off Sean's body was a heady mixture of lust and playfulness. Turnabout was only fair play, after all, so Sean pushed himself up to hands and knees, then took his weight on his arms and feet to assume the basic pose. He could see between his feet that Viggo was on his way down the hall. His friend called back over his shoulder, "Hold it for five breaths! I'll be right back."
Sean took his advice. Suddenly his heart was beating too fast and he was glad for the stability of the ujjayi breath. He was about to get fucked, and he remembered all too well Abby's experiments with strap-ons. There had been potential there, but they'd never gotten it quite right, and Sean was not at all sure that he was going to be able to do this for Viggo. But turnabout was fair play, right? Had to be willing to take it if he wanted to give it. He tried to focus on his breathing.
Then Viggo was back. "Spread your legs just a little for me," he said in the same husky murmur that he often used as they progressed through their morning routines. Sean adjusted his pose and felt Viggo's warm, callused fingers tracing along his cleft, circling around his entrance, then pressing in, just a little. Sean shivered, his focus shifting from his breathing to the activities of Viggo's fingers. Viggo pulled away, then his fingers were back, rewetted and more aggressive, one long digit pressing in, then deeper, then all the way, and Sean was panting. But Viggo knew exactly what he was doing, and soon Sean was getting hard again.
Viggo's fingers were amazing. Twisting and pushing, stroking and stretching. Sean found himself rocking back and Viggo was laughing at him. "Very good for the hamstrings, isn't it?" he chuckled. "Bastard!" Sean replied, only to get a good, hard thrust from three fingers that nearly sent him to his knees. Viggo caught him and took the weight of his hips.
"Enough foreplay," Viggo chuckled. "Let's get you reset and I'll show you the difference between fingers and the real thing." Sean relaxed and let Viggo manipulate his body, kicking Sean's feet out wide, pressing Sean's hips forward to fold him in half upside down. Sean almost laughed. How many times had he done this to Abby. Wide-angle forward bend. It really was a day for turnabout. When he took his own weight on the soles of his feet again, his head was resting on the floor directly below his hips. His now fully re-aroused cock was pressed hard against his belly. He shut his eyes and tried not to think about the mess he was going to be after he came again. The image sent a pulse through his cock.
Then Viggo was pressing his hot, slick organ against Sean's ass, rubbing, groaning appreciatively. "So, am I your first?" Viggo asked breathlessly, positioning himself so that Sean could feel the pulse in the head of Viggo's cock throbbing against the sensitive ring of his hole.
"Yeah. If you don't count the occasional experimental dildo. My ex was insatiable." The comment drew chuckles from both of them. But then Viggo was pushing in and suddenly neither of them was laughing anymore.
The first press of Viggo's cock into his ass was amazing. Sean had been expecting pain. And there was some. But Viggo obviously knew what he was doing, and Sean was stretched and ready. Viggo pressed in easily and Sean knew that he would never be able to get enough of this. Viggo's large strong hands in a tight grip on his hips. Filled with Viggo's dick. Completely at Viggo's mercy. When Viggo started pumping into him, harder and harder, it was like an epiphany. When he came down his own belly and chest and neck, he desperately sought to lick up the trails of his own cum that splattered his face. When Viggo shuddered and groaned and filled him with warm fluid, Sean wanted to beg him not to stop. But then Viggo pulled out, aftershocks rocking both of them, and Viggo's cum was sliding messily down his thighs. It was another impossibly erotic sensation in a shocking and amazing morning. Sean collapsed onto the mat, and Viggo followed him, draping over him with a comforting weight that made Sean want to stay there on the floor under him for the rest of the day.
The room was warm and sunny and they lay there on the mat, panting and recovering, for a long time.
Chapter 6: Warrior I
* From Yoga Journal's website: When done properly, Ujjayi (translated as "victorious") breathing should be both energizing and relaxing. In the Yoga Sutras, Patanjali suggests that the breath should be both dirga (long) and suksma (smooth). The sound of Ujjayi is created by gently constricting the opening of the throat to create some resistance to the passage of air. Gently pulling the breath in on inhalation and gently pushing the breath out on exhalation against this resistance creates a well-modulated and soothing sound—something like the sound of ocean waves rolling in and out. [AN: During yoga, you are supposed to always breathe using the ujjayi breath. It supposedly warms the air you breathe in, which helps warm the body. The sound focuses you on your body and is very meditative. In Ashtanga yoga, you are often executing one posture per breath, which can be very strenuous. The nature of the breathing also gives you more control over your breathing, so that you can lengthen or shorten the breaths depending on what you are doing in your practice. Also, learning to breathe this way and control your breathing is helpful for asthma. And anybody who knows more about yoga than I do can certainly add in the comments.]
The Asanas
Plow
Bridge
Assisted Fish Pose Not work safe. Artistically naked men...
Downward-Facing Dog
Wide Angle Forward Bend
Author:
muck_a_luck, originally posted at rugbytackle, now also in brainofckPairing: SB/VM
Rating: G to NC-17
Summary: Yoga for two
Content/warnings: Um. Excessive use of technical yoga talk?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own
Archive rights: Would be cool to be archived! www.Rugbytackling.com only, though. And Green Opals if they'll have me! :)
Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
Viggo started to chuckle into the kiss. "That was easy," he laughed, then gave a manly "Hey!" that sounded suspiciously like a squeal when Sean bit down hard on his neck just behind his ear.
"Would you like me to make it harder for you?" Sean growled, dragging his teeth forward and tugging Viggo's head back by his hair, sucking and biting on his throat as he went, wrapping tongue and teeth and hot mouth around his adam's apple.
Viggo caught Sean's erection in his palm and gave a little squeeze and pull. "How much harder does it get?" he asked, with a wicked little laugh.
Sean growled again, tucked his ankle behind Viggo's and gave a good shove. Viggo overbalanced and fell into Sean's encircling arms, as Sean took Viggo down onto the mat in a laughing pile of flailing arms and legs. Sean pinned his friend easily with hips and forearms and proceeded to devour his mouth, the deep kiss hot and hard and wet. Moved to his neck and feasted there, leaving bite marks and purple bruises that would last for days. Viggo squirmed and writhed under him, and when Viggo thrust up against him with his hips, Sean murmured against his neck, "You know what I like about these sticky mats? You won't be going anywhere while I'm fucking you into next week." With a final parting bite, Sean pulled up and back, hands going for the waist of Viggo's shorts. Viggo lifted his hips easily, then Sean had the shorts off, and there Viggo was, laid out before him. His shirt rucked up to show a furry belly. His sex standing flushed and hard. He smelled of clean, salty sweat and the musk of arousal. And suddenly Sean didn't have a clue what he was doing.
He made the mistake of meeting Viggo's gaze, and his stomach lurched unpleasantly. The sparkle had gone out of his friend's eyes, and Viggo wasn't laughing anymore. Viggo looked at him hard, "What did you do, forget or something?"
Sean blushed and looked away. "Sorta. Heat of the moment. Wasn't thinking…" His eyes wandered back to Viggo's cock and he blushed harder.
Viggo wasn't having that, apparently. He lunged up and tackled Sean backwards, kissing him again, as passionately as before. Well, kissing was fine. Sean could do kissing. Even with Viggo mostly naked on top of him now. Then Viggo rolled so that Sean was on the top again, wrapping strong legs around Sean's waist, large, warm hands slipping down under Sean's clothes to caress and knead his ass, pulling him in tighter against Viggo's bare crotch. Sean arched his back to give Viggo the contact he wanted as Sean's mouth moved down Viggo's throat to collarbone, sternum, nipple… How long had it been since he had a chance to really indulge his oral fixations? Suddenly the image of Viggo's cock materialized behind his closed eyelids, and he shivered at the possible implications…
"I have to get to work," he gasped against Viggo's chest. He looked up to find Viggo watching him.
His friend made a show of looking thoughtful and concerned. "I don't think that's a good idea today. You're all flushed. You're sweaty. You're eyes are all dilated and feverish-looking. You wouldn't want to expose your co-workers to whatever it is you've got. I think you should call in and let them know you can't make it today…"
Sean laughed. "Aren't you afraid I'm going to give you something?"
Strong thighs squeezed tighter around his hips. "I'm counting on it. But I've got to be willing to make sacrifices for the people I love. Make sure you're comfortable and well looked-after, especially when you're in this condition."
Sean rested his cheek on Viggo's chest while he thought it over. Viggo groaned at the feel of Sean's stubble against his damp skin and suckled nipple. The raw lust in the sound made Sean's decision for him.
"Well, if I'm just going to call in, there's no rush then, is there?" he said. Then he sat back suddenly, seeming to contradict his own statement. Viggo looked confused, and worried. He drew up his knees to sit, but Sean gave him a crisp slap on the hip.
"Why don't you try Plow, and we'll see if I can get you loose enough to be useful for something besides making me truant from work."
Viggo gave him that hard look again, then the wicked gleam was back, along with a maniacal grin, and he curled his torso and swung his legs back 'til his toes were firmly grounded on the floor behind his head, presenting Sean with a lovely view of his ass and balls. He noticed that Viggo had, probably reflexively, begun the ujjayi* breath. Well, that wouldn't do at all. Sean leaned in and bit - a good solid bite around Viggo's root that earned Sean a gasp and a whimper. More little hisses as Sean nipped and bit his way down Viggo's perineum, then a groan as he laved the new marks with the flat of his tongue, drawing a lazy path back up to Viggo's sack.
"You are gonna pay for that when I get my hands on you," Viggo gasped out.
"Promises, promises," murmured Sean in reply, nuzzling against Viggo's balls. Viggo smelled more yeasty, less sour than a woman would. Sean took an experimental lick, then began to place a series of open-mouthed kisses and licks all along the sensitive scrotal flesh, finally attempting to take as much as he could into his mouth at once. He wasn't very successful, but the effect on Viggo was worth the attempt. The man under him was panting and twitching.
"I can't hold this pose forever, you now," Viggo grunted.
Sean laughed. "The longer you hold the posture, the more benefit you'll get from it."
"That's not true, and you knnoooooow it," Viggo's protest died away into a moan, as Sean got on with his real purpose. Sean licked a broad swipe, starting low in Viggo's cleft and sweeping up, over his opening, around and up his balls, and down across the length of his cock, finishing up with a wicked swirl around the head. The salty little drop of precum was an unexpected surprise. Sean laughed and did it again. Viggo was in a state now. He clearly wanted to move and squirm, but was waiting for Sean's next move. Sean decided to put him out of his misery. He focused his attention on Viggo's opening, licking, kissing, sucking. Sean loved doing this. Viggo was a panting, moaning, trembling mess, and Sean hadn't even started on his cock.
That was a thought. Suddenly, Sean pulled off. Viggo groaned, and said, "I've got to move. Watch it." He swung his legs back down. His feet landed heavily to either side of Sean, who was still kneeling where he'd been when they started. When Viggo shifted up on to his elbows, he found Sean grinning at him evilly.
"Why don't we balance that with a backbend?" Sean suggested, "Maybe Bridge?" Viggo just stared at him.
"You are insane, you realize that?" Viggo said incredulously. "And I'm not gonna be able to hold Bridge nearly as long as I held Plow."
Sean just gave him a knowing smile. "Maybe we can do it as an assisted pose?" With a moan Viggo flopped back on the mat, set his feet, positioned his shoulders, tightened those lovely, lovely abs, and pulled himself up into the backbend.
Sean stood and prowled around him, shucking his clothes as he went. As he stood straddling Viggo's head, he looked down to see Viggo staring up at his cock - hot, hard, heavy and clearly leaking. The vision made Sean twitch and, impossibly, made his dick tighten even more. He shook his head, gave Viggo a smile of pure bravado, bent down and took his friend all the way down his throat.
Viggo yowled and Sean gagged. Eyes watering, he backed off, suckling the head, taking a little more, then pulling all the way off to lick broad strokes along the shaft and swirl his tongue around the head. Viggo was whimpering and gasping below him. Sean took pity on him and grasped him around the waist, taking almost all of Viggo's weight in his own arms. Viggo sagged into his grasp gratefully, twitching and squirming, trying to thrust up into Sean's novice mouth and too innocent touches.
It was a rush for Sean. The power of it. The satisfaction of the sucking. He was tempted to bite, but kept his teeth to himself. He was startled when he realized that Viggo had stopped squirming appreciatively and was actually fighting him. "Sean! Sean! Stop! Come on, let me go!" Sean stopped instantly, carefully helping Viggo to the floor. The move brought his cock to Viggo's mouth, and lust sizzled up Sean's spine when Viggo lapped at the tip.
"God!" Sean cried and rolled away. "Are you OK? What happened?"
Viggo said, "If you'd kept that up, I would have unloaded down your throat. But you promised to fuck me into next week. I wanted to hold out for that." He stretched his legs, shaking out the kinks left from holding the backbend, and spread his thighs invitingly.
Sean didn't need to be asked twice. He pounced. Caught Viggo's wrists and pulled his shoulders taught. Working toward a version of Fish that used to drive Abby insane. He had a passing thought that Viggo wasn't Abby, but brushed it away. It was certainly worth a try. And Viggo clearly saw where he was going with it. As Sean settled between his legs again, Viggo lifted his hips and wrapped his legs tight around Sean's waist. Sean slid home like he and Viggo had been doing this together for months.
But, Oh, God!, Viggo was tight. The hot grip of his body on Sean's cock took Sean's breath away. Viggo was panting under him, body bent and vulnerable, sweating and flushed, his shirt shoved all the way up his body now. To distract himself, Sean bent forward for a nipple and bit, maybe a little harder than he'd intended. Viggo yelled and his internal muscles clamped down on Sean even harder. Sean's sweat dripped onto Viggo's chest as he sucked and kissed and sought the self control to actually move.
The first tentative thrust brought a curse from Viggo. But the answering push back was enough to let Sean know that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. He began to rock in and out, Viggo holding on with his legs for dear life, the thrusts getting longer and harder as he gained more confidence. Viggo was fighting and twisting hard now, and it was almost as good to hold him and pin him as it was to fuck him. Almost. Sean was losing his control rapidly, melting towards the final thrust, and when it came, it rocked him harder than anything he had ever experienced. His vision went hazy and he just braced himself, panting and spilling into Viggo's captive body, trying very hard not to black out.
Viggo was cursing under him now, in a steady, heated stream of profanity in at least four languages. Sean opened his eyes to watch himself pull out and realized that of course, Viggo hadn't come. His erection was drooling a steady stream of clear fluid into the fur on his belly. And Sean realized that interspersed in the cursing Viggo was saying things like "without me!" and "I can't believe it!" and quite frequently "Bastard!" And then, in a huge heaving push and twist of his hips, Viggo finally flipped him.
"That was not very nice," Viggo said, glaring down at him in mock outrage. "For that, I think I'm gonna have to do you upside down. We'll see how you like being left hanging. Come on. Let's start with an easy pose for you. Downward Dog." Sean's world was spinning, but the gleam in Viggo's smile and the crinkle of the delicate crow's feet around his eyes as he climbed off Sean's body was a heady mixture of lust and playfulness. Turnabout was only fair play, after all, so Sean pushed himself up to hands and knees, then took his weight on his arms and feet to assume the basic pose. He could see between his feet that Viggo was on his way down the hall. His friend called back over his shoulder, "Hold it for five breaths! I'll be right back."
Sean took his advice. Suddenly his heart was beating too fast and he was glad for the stability of the ujjayi breath. He was about to get fucked, and he remembered all too well Abby's experiments with strap-ons. There had been potential there, but they'd never gotten it quite right, and Sean was not at all sure that he was going to be able to do this for Viggo. But turnabout was fair play, right? Had to be willing to take it if he wanted to give it. He tried to focus on his breathing.
Then Viggo was back. "Spread your legs just a little for me," he said in the same husky murmur that he often used as they progressed through their morning routines. Sean adjusted his pose and felt Viggo's warm, callused fingers tracing along his cleft, circling around his entrance, then pressing in, just a little. Sean shivered, his focus shifting from his breathing to the activities of Viggo's fingers. Viggo pulled away, then his fingers were back, rewetted and more aggressive, one long digit pressing in, then deeper, then all the way, and Sean was panting. But Viggo knew exactly what he was doing, and soon Sean was getting hard again.
Viggo's fingers were amazing. Twisting and pushing, stroking and stretching. Sean found himself rocking back and Viggo was laughing at him. "Very good for the hamstrings, isn't it?" he chuckled. "Bastard!" Sean replied, only to get a good, hard thrust from three fingers that nearly sent him to his knees. Viggo caught him and took the weight of his hips.
"Enough foreplay," Viggo chuckled. "Let's get you reset and I'll show you the difference between fingers and the real thing." Sean relaxed and let Viggo manipulate his body, kicking Sean's feet out wide, pressing Sean's hips forward to fold him in half upside down. Sean almost laughed. How many times had he done this to Abby. Wide-angle forward bend. It really was a day for turnabout. When he took his own weight on the soles of his feet again, his head was resting on the floor directly below his hips. His now fully re-aroused cock was pressed hard against his belly. He shut his eyes and tried not to think about the mess he was going to be after he came again. The image sent a pulse through his cock.
Then Viggo was pressing his hot, slick organ against Sean's ass, rubbing, groaning appreciatively. "So, am I your first?" Viggo asked breathlessly, positioning himself so that Sean could feel the pulse in the head of Viggo's cock throbbing against the sensitive ring of his hole.
"Yeah. If you don't count the occasional experimental dildo. My ex was insatiable." The comment drew chuckles from both of them. But then Viggo was pushing in and suddenly neither of them was laughing anymore.
The first press of Viggo's cock into his ass was amazing. Sean had been expecting pain. And there was some. But Viggo obviously knew what he was doing, and Sean was stretched and ready. Viggo pressed in easily and Sean knew that he would never be able to get enough of this. Viggo's large strong hands in a tight grip on his hips. Filled with Viggo's dick. Completely at Viggo's mercy. When Viggo started pumping into him, harder and harder, it was like an epiphany. When he came down his own belly and chest and neck, he desperately sought to lick up the trails of his own cum that splattered his face. When Viggo shuddered and groaned and filled him with warm fluid, Sean wanted to beg him not to stop. But then Viggo pulled out, aftershocks rocking both of them, and Viggo's cum was sliding messily down his thighs. It was another impossibly erotic sensation in a shocking and amazing morning. Sean collapsed onto the mat, and Viggo followed him, draping over him with a comforting weight that made Sean want to stay there on the floor under him for the rest of the day.
The room was warm and sunny and they lay there on the mat, panting and recovering, for a long time.
Chapter 6: Warrior I
* From Yoga Journal's website: When done properly, Ujjayi (translated as "victorious") breathing should be both energizing and relaxing. In the Yoga Sutras, Patanjali suggests that the breath should be both dirga (long) and suksma (smooth). The sound of Ujjayi is created by gently constricting the opening of the throat to create some resistance to the passage of air. Gently pulling the breath in on inhalation and gently pushing the breath out on exhalation against this resistance creates a well-modulated and soothing sound—something like the sound of ocean waves rolling in and out. [AN: During yoga, you are supposed to always breathe using the ujjayi breath. It supposedly warms the air you breathe in, which helps warm the body. The sound focuses you on your body and is very meditative. In Ashtanga yoga, you are often executing one posture per breath, which can be very strenuous. The nature of the breathing also gives you more control over your breathing, so that you can lengthen or shorten the breaths depending on what you are doing in your practice. Also, learning to breathe this way and control your breathing is helpful for asthma. And anybody who knows more about yoga than I do can certainly add in the comments.]
The Asanas
Plow
Bridge
Assisted Fish Pose Not work safe. Artistically naked men...
Downward-Facing Dog
Wide Angle Forward Bend
