“D – o – c – t – o – r Mortensen. Or: Doctor Viggo. Hum. I love the sound of it.”
Elijah half mumbled, drawling, with a side of his mouth pressed against Viggo’s bare chest. His fingers were absently twirling the other man’s errand locks, his eyes drifting shut, he feeling drowsy and contented in his post-orgasm state.
Viggo brought a hand – his other one was slipped under his head, disclosing strapping muscles in his inner arm – to Elijah’s hair and began to stroke it, too.
“Shut up, my own,” he said affectionately. “Or I will regret that decision to get the honorary degree for the rest of my life.”
“What should I call you now?” muttered Elijah, ignoring his lover’s remarks, still with his eyes closed. “Doctor? My beloved doctor – ow!” His eyes flew open as he felt the hand about his hair tightened briefly before it went loose again.
Elijah smiled lazily at the glare Viggo sent him.
“How about: Doc? Hey, it’s a good idea, isn’t it, ‘cause it rhymes with …”
He could not finish his sentence for, this time, a pair of hard lips had descended and clamped over his mouth. And Elijah welcomed them willingly.
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Date: 2006-05-23 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-24 03:58 am (UTC)And didn't he look regal and kingly at the podium? *sighs*
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Date: 2006-05-23 05:54 pm (UTC)He can teach me. Wouldn't mind. ;)
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Date: 2006-05-24 03:55 am (UTC)*is hopeful*
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Date: 2006-05-23 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-24 03:53 am (UTC)Or - a villain in a James Bond movie :)
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Date: 2006-05-24 08:17 am (UTC)Elijah half mumbled, drawling, with a side of his mouth pressed against Viggo’s bare chest. His fingers were absently twirling the other man’s errand locks, his eyes drifting shut, he feeling drowsy and contented in his post-orgasm state.
Viggo brought a hand – his other one was slipped under his head, disclosing strapping muscles in his inner arm – to Elijah’s hair and began to stroke it, too.
“Shut up, my own,” he said affectionately. “Or I will regret that decision to get the honorary degree for the rest of my life.”
“What should I call you now?” muttered Elijah, ignoring his lover’s remarks, still with his eyes closed. “Doctor? My beloved doctor – ow!” His eyes flew open as he felt the hand about his hair tightened briefly before it went loose again.
Elijah smiled lazily at the glare Viggo sent him.
“How about: Doc? Hey, it’s a good idea, isn’t it, ‘cause it rhymes with …”
He could not finish his sentence for, this time, a pair of hard lips had descended and clamped over his mouth. And Elijah welcomed them willingly.
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Date: 2006-05-25 02:32 am (UTC)Post-coital Elijah it the afterglow of sex with the good Doc - niiiice ...
*mmwwwah*
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Date: 2006-05-25 03:12 am (UTC)Naughty rhyming. :-)
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Date: 2006-05-24 08:53 am (UTC)What a man!
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Date: 2006-05-25 02:34 am (UTC)