Viggo snorted quietly at the answer, because it was just like Sean. To give a cheeky answer that was no answer at all when he was at a loss of words instead of saying that his mind had been wandering elsewhere. Viggo's eyes flickered to Christian, and Christian shrugged. He was to do what he liked, and Viggo leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of Sean's mouth, slowly kissing against him u to his hairline, then down back again down his neck.
When he spoke, it was a particularly apt sonnet. It had lingered in his head since the plane ride, when he had brought his battered and scribbled book of sonnets with him to read.
"O truant Muse what shall be thy amends," he murmured against Sean's neck, nipping against the strong tendon there even as he moved his lips down gently. "For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?"
His fingers danced down Sean's spine, and he turned to look at Christian again. There was no recognition in those eyes - this wasn't a sonnet that Christian knew. That was fine; it was one that was rather obscure, to be honest, especially in comparison to the one he had chosen before. That was fine- Christian was trying to peel himself away, shooting him a look. Viggo nodded, and slid off his thigh, putting his hands on Sean's hips. He kept talking, distracting him even as he licked gently against one nipple then the other.
"Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So dost thou too, and therein dignified." He chuckled lightly, and leaned in to draw one nipple between his teeth. At the same time, he closed his fingers over Sean's hips. Christian's fingers closed over his own, and the two of them lifted Sean up a little - like he was a doll - and placed him on the arm of the chair.
Christian leaned in and kissed the side of his throat as Viggo recited the next line: "Make answer Muse: wilt thou not haply say, 'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fixed; Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay; But best is best, if never intermixed'?" Viggo's finger dragged down Sean's leg, and Christian was already pulling himself back and padding off towards the bathroom. What for? Supplies, most likely. Toys, maybe. Viggo continued, moving down Sean's chest as he kept speaking. He licked against that little dip of the sternum.
"Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?" Viggo lifted his eyes, and pressed his tongue against Sean's lips. Seeking entrance as his fingers walked down his side. Christian reappeared again, this time behind Sean.
"Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee / To make him much outlive a gilded tomb / And to be praised of ages yet to be," his breath had sped up, because there was lube on the floor with a row of condoms, and Christian's fingers seemed to have disappeared inside Sean. Viggo smiled, his lips parting against Sean's thigh, licking against the skin and humming quietly against the junction.
When he spoke, he made sure his breath gust over Sean's cock. "Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how / To make him seem, long hence, as he shows now."
Three fingers now, Viggo was sure. Christian had three fingers in Sean now, and Viggo wondered if that was enough. Enough for Christian, perhaps. But- for them both?
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When he spoke, it was a particularly apt sonnet. It had lingered in his head since the plane ride, when he had brought his battered and scribbled book of sonnets with him to read.
"O truant Muse what shall be thy amends," he murmured against Sean's neck, nipping against the strong tendon there even as he moved his lips down gently. "For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?"
His fingers danced down Sean's spine, and he turned to look at Christian again. There was no recognition in those eyes - this wasn't a sonnet that Christian knew. That was fine; it was one that was rather obscure, to be honest, especially in comparison to the one he had chosen before. That was fine- Christian was trying to peel himself away, shooting him a look. Viggo nodded, and slid off his thigh, putting his hands on Sean's hips. He kept talking, distracting him even as he licked gently against one nipple then the other.
"Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So dost thou too, and therein dignified." He chuckled lightly, and leaned in to draw one nipple between his teeth. At the same time, he closed his fingers over Sean's hips. Christian's fingers closed over his own, and the two of them lifted Sean up a little - like he was a doll - and placed him on the arm of the chair.
Christian leaned in and kissed the side of his throat as Viggo recited the next line: "Make answer Muse: wilt thou not haply say,
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fixed; Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay; But best is best, if never intermixed'?" Viggo's finger dragged down Sean's leg, and Christian was already pulling himself back and padding off towards the bathroom. What for? Supplies, most likely. Toys, maybe. Viggo continued, moving down Sean's chest as he kept speaking. He licked against that little dip of the sternum.
"Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?" Viggo lifted his eyes, and pressed his tongue against Sean's lips. Seeking entrance as his fingers walked down his side. Christian reappeared again, this time behind Sean.
"Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee / To make him much outlive a gilded tomb / And to be praised of ages yet to be," his breath had sped up, because there was lube on the floor with a row of condoms, and Christian's fingers seemed to have disappeared inside Sean. Viggo smiled, his lips parting against Sean's thigh, licking against the skin and humming quietly against the junction.
When he spoke, he made sure his breath gust over Sean's cock. "Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how / To make him seem, long hence, as he shows now."
Three fingers now, Viggo was sure. Christian had three fingers in Sean now, and Viggo wondered if that was enough. Enough for Christian, perhaps. But- for them both?
Perhaps.