Winsome, Sedition, Desultory, Incongruous

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Title: Winsome
Author: govi20
Rating: PG
Warnings: BDSM
Beta: mooms
Prompt(s): #24: winsome
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not for profit and all lies.
Author's Note: A series of four prompts BDSM drabbles, completing a short fic.



"Viggo is very winsome today," Ian says and Sean thinks about that word and decides, yes, Viggo is, and Sean silently hopes he knows why.

Now, finally together, Viggo seems an entirely different man. Grave, almost stern looking, he could probably still win some, Sean ponders.

He's on his knees and naked, feeling strangely safe like that, while Viggo explains the rules for this new part of their relationship. Viggo's gravity makes Sean hard and eager. Sean agrees with everything, just wants things to start happening.

The question gets through somehow and he looks up, straight into Viggo's eyes. "Anything."

Title: Sedition
Author: govi20
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: BDSM
Beta: mooms
Prompt(s): #12: sedition
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not for profit and all lies.
Author's Note: A series of four prompts BDSM drabbles, completing a short fic.



"I won't do it," Sean states, lips pressed into a firm line.

"You said ‘anything'," Viggo reminds him, voice soft but perfectly audible.

"Before I knew what anything means to you, I did."

"Why not use your safe word?" Viggo walks around Sean and for a moment his hand closes over tied wrists, then slides up over the leather straps on his back. "It will all end there."

Sean drops his head and mutters something unintelligible.

"What?" Viggo's voice is sharp as the cracking of the whip minutes ago.

"Don't want it to end," and then Sean nods, only once.

Title: Desultory
Author: govi20
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM
Beta: mooms
Prompt(s): #2: desultory
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not for profit and all lies.
Author's Note: A series of four prompts BDSM drabbles, completing a short fic.



Sean's words are rapidly digressing, are no longer in keeping with his brain telling him this is wrong, this is not him, he is not like that.

There is fire on his back, but the burn behind his eyes is stronger and Sean doesn't say the word, lets his body speak for him, is arching up for more. Something inside him, something that feels as if caged for a long time, is escaping and Sean starts talking, a rapid, desultory string of words, maybe more like sounds.

Viggo understands, though, answers each and every sound with one of his own.

Title: Incongruous
Author: govi20
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM
Beta: mooms
Prompt(s): #8: incongruous
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not for profit and all lies.
Author's Note: A series of four prompts BDSM drabbles, completing a short fic.



Afterwards, for a long time, Sean's heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. Viggo's hand is on Sean's shoulder, neither stroking nor soothing, just connecting. Viggo stands, waits patiently for Sean to speak.

Sean's body craves, needs, but for the first time in weeks his mind is at peace, has come to terms with feelings of failure and guilt. It takes him a while to come back to now, to Viggo's touch on his bare skin.

When the words finally come out they are harsh and demanding, almost incongruous in the quiet atmosphere of the room.

"Fuck me."

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and Sean thinks about that word and decides, yes, Viggo is

Viggo's voice is sharp as the cracking of the whip

answers each and every sound with one of his own

come to terms with feelings of failure and guilt

wonderful, ladies. really.