"You know," said Viggo as he sprawled across the couch, "We've never sixty-nined."

Sean looked up from the bit of newspaper he was reading. "Yeah? And?"

"Well." Viggo shrugged. "You know. I was just thinking and was surprised that we never have."

Sean shrugged. "That's because it doesn't really work for anyone."

Viggo raised gave him an incredulous look.

Sean rolled his eyes. "Fine. It's never worked well for me. Hard to concentrate on what's in your mouth when your own cock is in someone else's."

"It's called 'multi-tasking'."

"It's called either not paying attention or not enjoying it," Sean snorted.

"Well, I think we should try it."

"Fine."

"Are you humoring me?"

"Yes."

"All right then," Viggo shrugged. "Strip."

"We'll be more comfortable on the bed."

"You want to just get right to it, then?" Sean asked skeptically, once they were in the bedroom.

Viggo stuck out his tongue in response.

"Would a bit of snogging be too boring for you?" Sean asked, pulling off his clothes. "After all, we've already done lots of that."

Tossing his boxers across the room, Viggo rolled his eyes, then tackled his lover. They rolled for a few moments, aligning body parts in familiar and comfortable ways. Their mouths found each other's and began to stoke the fires within. What had started off perfunctorily soon changed as their hunger for each other grew.

They got into position, first trying it with Viggo on top. Unfortunately Sean choked a bit as an involuntary thrust went the wrong direction down his throat, so they rolled to their sides. Sean rested his head on Viggo's firm thigh, slowly sucking the head of his lover's cock, rubbing his tongue over every bit of it that he could reach, as Viggo did similarly to him. It was one of the most languorous blowjobs Sean could remember either giving or receiving.

Eventually Viggo stopped for a moment to catch his breath and Sean paused, too.

"It's nice, this. Nicer than I remember, at any rate."

"Nice to be able to go slow," Viggo agreed.

"Yeah. Quite different from the last time I remember trying this, probably in my late twenties. Then it was all about who could make the other lose it the fastest."

Viggo grinned and ran his tongue gently around the crown of Sean's cock. "This is more of a circular kind of thing... An oroborous, even."

"Poets," Sean muttered, eyes closing as he took Viggo's cock back into his mouth.

Chuckling, Viggo reapplied himself to the flesh before him. The resonance of his laugh made Sean quite happy, as did the fingers now fondling his bollocks, moving them in just the right rhythm to make Sean's breath start to quicken.

In a determined effort to retaliate, he quickly slurped a few of his fingers and began to wiggle one into Viggo's arse. The moan that set off, the panting and gasping as Viggo started to lose control and unravel, made Sean apply himself more to the finger-fucking, although keeping up a steady rhythm with the sucking as well.

Viggo's attentions to Sean gradually ceased as he was brought closer and closer to climax, and finally erupted with a shout and a jerk of his hips as Sean pressed just right on his prostate, milking the last aftershocks out of him. Sean didn't mind; he loved it when Viggo came like that, so uninhibited and free.

After giving his lover a few blissed-out moments to catch his breath, Sean jerked his hips, smacking Viggo on the nose with his cock. Viggo apologized and set to on Sean before Sean even had a chance to tell him to stop being a git.

In moments, Viggo's talented mouth and strong fingers kneading his balls had Sean jerking his hips again, moaning into Viggo's sweaty thighs as he finally let the tide of pleasure sweep him away. The pulses of his orgasm seemed to go on and on, a result of their long, drawn-out lovemaking.

"So what did you think?" Viggo asked a short while later, their arms and legs still entangled but both heads now at the same end of the bed.

"Not bad."

"That's it? Just 'not bad'?"

Sean shrugged. "It was all right. Wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Belligerent old man," Viggo laughed.

Eyes closed, Sean snorted in reply.

"Well, at least it seems you can be taught new tricks, at any rate," Viggo said, pulling the sheet up over them so they could have a short nap.

A soft snore was his only answer.

~end~