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"Hey, can you help me with this?" Hiccup gestures to the corset's loose ribbon. Once that's tied up, he can start on his makeup for the night.
"Of course, my dear." Viggo sits at the couch, laptop in front of him. Due to a project at work he won't be joining Hiccup at his show. But he can be there to help his partner get ready.
His work put on pause, Viggo walks around the couch and takes up the ends of the ribbon. Well practiced hands thread it through each rivet and pull it taught until Hiccup is snuggly confined in his corset. It pinches at his waist just right to accentuate the added padding on his hips and make his figure look more hourglass than usual.
"Perfect! Thank you."
When Hiccup goes to pull away, Viggo holds firm to the ends of the ribbon, tugging them enough to pull the younger man into his chest. His lips kiss the top of Hiccup's shoulders, behind his ear, the start of his jaw. A moan escapes him as he leans into Viggo, eyes closing, sinking into the attention.
They snap open and he stands up straight, turning a glare onto the older man.
"I'm supposed to be getting ready for tonight."
Viggo gives him a sultry gaze. His hands still have a firm hold on Hiccup's corset. One releases the garment in favor of running light touches over the leather skirt and down to the fishnet stockings beneath it. Despite the many layers of pantyhose, Hiccup can feel his lover's touch (though perhaps it's more his imagination. He's felt the man's touch enough times to have it memorized). Heat rushes through his veins and pools right where Viggo's hand is heading.
Fingers slide under the leather skirt. Hiccup grabs the errant hand before it can make it to his groin. The man's other hand reaches around, molests his body from stomach all the way up past his breast, hooks around his arm so he's held hostage there. Once more he's pressed flush against Viggo.
A blush heats his face when he feels the scratch of Viggo's beard against his bare skin. His free hand loosens. Viggo doesn't hesitate to ride up Hiccup's skirt until he can press his palm right between the younger man's legs.
"Viggo…"
"I have a long night of work ahead of me. You can at least spare me a few moments before going off and having fun, can't you darling?" Viggo says it in a low voice, practically humming it into Hiccup's ear. His hand rubs enticingly at his groin.
"You couldn't have started this earlier? Do you know how many layers I have on right now?" His voice sounds weak even to him. The arm locked in Viggo's grip twists so his hand can bury itself in Viggo's hair. The man growls into Hiccup's neck.
Hips grind into his ass. There's a growing bulge there, one Hiccup wants to get his hands on, but can't from his position. Instead, he meets each grind with one of his own. The performer in him exaggerates the fluid motion, taking full advantage of the artificial curves of his body, the extra thickness of his backside. On one end he has Viggo's growing erection and on the other end he has the man's solid hand.
Under all his padding, his own erection is developing. It's engulfed in his own heat, begging for freedom and the touch of his lover. The logical part of him knows he should put an end to this. He still needs to do his makeup and get his wig situated and he had it all planned out just right so he can leave and arrive at the venue with enough time to mingle before the show begins. At this rate he won't even have time to clean himself up before he has to run out the door.
The thought of performing with his cock still swimming in his own release sends his mind into a tizzy. Maybe it would be worth it to undo his hard work of layering for the chance to have Viggo's release on him, too.
No! He doesn't have time for that. He doesn't even have time for this yet he's letting it happen, encouraging it, even.
Hiccup tries to stop his hips from gyrating. "I-I need to do my makeup… I have to leave soon." His body doesn't even pause its movements.
"Tell me, again, what you need, love."
"I need…" he needs Viggo's cock in his – no! Focus! "I ne-ed…" he stutters, his legs threaten to buckle. A particularly hard thrust from behind has him whimpering. "Please…" he's not going to win this battle.
Hiccup can't see it, but he can feel the smirk on Viggo's face.
In a blink, he's flipped around and leaning on the back of the couch. Viggo inserts himself between his legs so the bulge in his jeans is lined up with Hiccup's groin. The padding is doing its job well and no one would be able to tell he has a raging erection under his skirt. Later, once his show is over and he's returned home, Hiccup swears he'll get Viggo to properly fuck him without all the layers separating them. Well, he might keep the skirt.
Viggo's hands take a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of him, the curves wrapped in leather and fishnets,the bosom created by the corset.
"Tonight," he promises.
Lips meet and hips follow. Viggo eagerly grinds into Hiccup. Each thrust puts Hiccup closer to falling over the couch and even closer to orgasm. His arms wrap around Viggo's waist, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt to keep himself up. Their lips lose touch seconds after the pace picks up and while Hiccup's mouth is caught up in moans, Viggo's latches onto any bit of skin it can, teeth nipping at just the right spots.
When he eventually gets around to doing his makeup, Hiccup is going to have a lot of marks to cover up.
Cursing his mind for wandering, Hiccup brings himself back to the moment at hand and the man ravishing his body. The grinding is more frantic than before. The man's grip on his thighs would be bruising if not for the sheer amount of pantyhose protecting Hiccup's skin. Viggo will surely make up for that later.
He adores leaving marks on his lover and Hiccup adores every claim the man leaves on him.
The pressure in his cock intensifies, the warmth in his gut rising to match. A few more thrusts and he'll be coming inside the cocoon of layers he made for himself.
There! It explodes in his belly and fire sparks straight to the ends of his fingers and toes. Hiccup yells out a second time when Viggo's climax hits and the man grinds into him roughly, milking out every bit of pleasure he can before Hiccup has to leave for the evening.
Panting yet satisfied, Hiccup finally allows himself to release his grip on Viggo and fall back onto the couch. His chest is heaving and his whole body tingles with waves of pleasure.
Viggo leans over the couch, arms crossed, grin wide, Hiccup's legs on either side of him. His eyes wander down and his hand twitches. Before the man can even get close to putting his hands back in inappropriate places, Hiccup thwaps him with a leg.
"I need to do my – shit! I need to do my makeup!"
Now panicked and feeling the weight of time once more, Hiccup flips himself off the couch and makes a beeline for the bathroom. He's not terribly behind, but it's enough to make him rush the process in order to get back on track.
Viggo enters at a leisurely pace to use the other sink to clean himself up. It's almost mocking how he takes his sweet time to wipe up his mess and change into something more comfortable for his evening of working from home. If he wasn't currently applying his eye makeup, Hiccup would be glaring at his partner.
"Need any help?"
"Like you helped with my corset?" There's no real venom in his sass. He pauses long enough to send a smirk to Viggo, "no, I think I'll pass." The last thing he needs is another sidebar with his lover to put him even more off schedule.
Viggo leaves and by the time Hiccup is done with his hair and makeup, ready to scramble to gather his bag and accessories for the night, he dashes out to find it already done for him.
Back in his spot on the couch, Viggo says, "have time for another round?"
"Not a chance I'm letting you ruin all this work," and Hiccup can already feel his voice slipping into performance mode. He flips his hair over his shoulder, glad he went for a longer wig just so he could have this moment. "Ask me again tonight." He adds a wink and the most come-and-get-me look he can muster.
"I will." He lifts his head enough to receive the kiss Hiccup gives him in passing. "Have a good show."
"I will."
With that Hiccup leaves Viggo to his work and heads out, keeping in the back of his mind the promise of what's to come when he gets home.