VigBean Drabble
Jun. 19th, 2007 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Because I wanted something summery and happy. ;)
Title: Summer Ice
Author: Archet
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Summary: Ice cubes clink against the sides of the glass as Viggo draws one out.
Disclaimer: all fiction, for entertainment purposes only, in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated, thanks!
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Ice cubes clink against the sides of the glass as Viggo draws one out. He glides it over Sean’s smiling lips, turning them slick, wet.
Viggo traces Sean’s jugular, the hollow of his throat. Ice water pools there momentarily, before escaping down the lean chest. He circles Sean’s nipples, cooling the pert buds, trails the diminishing ice over Sean’s golden, sun-kissed skin. Verdant green eyes go wide as Viggo plays, dipping the remaining sliver into Sean’s navel, whispering indecent promises.
The ice melts completely, defenseless against the heat, gathered up by Viggo’s tongue that hungrily laps meltwater, and Sean’s sweat.
Title: Summer Ice
Author: Archet
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Summary: Ice cubes clink against the sides of the glass as Viggo draws one out.
Disclaimer: all fiction, for entertainment purposes only, in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated, thanks!
~*~
Ice cubes clink against the sides of the glass as Viggo draws one out. He glides it over Sean’s smiling lips, turning them slick, wet.
Viggo traces Sean’s jugular, the hollow of his throat. Ice water pools there momentarily, before escaping down the lean chest. He circles Sean’s nipples, cooling the pert buds, trails the diminishing ice over Sean’s golden, sun-kissed skin. Verdant green eyes go wide as Viggo plays, dipping the remaining sliver into Sean’s navel, whispering indecent promises.
The ice melts completely, defenseless against the heat, gathered up by Viggo’s tongue that hungrily laps meltwater, and Sean’s sweat.