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Hiccup had never actually been in the backseat of Viggo's car before. Quite frankly, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten back here—he just knew it had happened in sheer desperation. Now, he was sitting against the expensive leather seat, Viggo beside him, pressed up against him as close as he could get. Hiccup's flannel had been unbuttoned, and Viggo had a big hand down the front of his pants. Hiccup was angled towards him, cupping his face with one hand. For the moment, their lips were glued together.
The kiss didn't last though, not with the way Hiccup's lips were trembling as a small whine left him. Viggo was running a teasingly light grip over his cock through his boxers. The tickle of touch there, with his cock already hard and throbbing, was torturous and teasing. It wasn't enough.
Though, there were times where Hiccup thought he could never get enough of Viggo. He could have all nine inches of him down his throat or in his ass, cumming into him and making him his, and it still wasn't enough. There were times where Hiccup needed to be overstimulated, where he'd already reached his end, but needed Viggo to keep pounding him into a place of sensation so sweet it was agony; needed him to torment his spent cock with a strong, unrelenting hand while the other held him down.
But this, so far, was just teasing. Hiccup managed to move more of his clothing aside and grab at Viggo's wrist.
"M-more," Hiccup panted, squeezing his wrist. "Please."
Viggo ran his tongue over Hiccup's lips, drawing a shaky moan from him. He jutted his hips upward into Viggo's hand.
"You want the world to see your cock?" Viggo asked, the first words he'd spoken since getting into the back with him.
Right. Hiccup had forgotten that they weren't parked in Viggo's fancy garage where the only witness would be the old car that he'd collected and cherished. These windows were slightly tinted to block out intense sunlight, but one could still be visible from inside.
Though, they weren't parked anywhere busy. Not in the slightest. It had been Hiccup's turn to plan their weekend date, and he'd wanted to show Viggo the hiking trail he'd discovered near the college with his friends. Viggo had protested about going, saying the activity wasn't for him, but Hiccup had been persistent. It occurred to him that Viggo could be doing this as a way to either postpone the hike or make it not happen at all, but none of that mattered with the way he was touching him right now.
"I-I'd hardly call four empty cars the whole world," Hiccup said with a bit of a laugh. He stroked his thumb over the back of Viggo's hand. "Please."
And, without anymore teasing, Viggo shook off Hiccup's hold on him and reached into his boxers. Hiccup closed his eyes in satisfaction and sighed. Oh, that was much better.
Viggo took this time to pepper Hiccup's face and jaw with hungry, wanting kisses, hand pumping slowly, but firmly over his aching cock. His other hand went into Hiccup's hair. He hardly had to tug to have Hiccup tilt his head for him to reveal his throat, but Hiccup liked the sensation of having his hair pulled.
He whimpered and groaned as Viggo leaned in and pressed his mouth to his throat. He knew he was going to have marks from this, marks he would have to try to hide. It was a shame they had to keep their relationship a secret. Sometimes he wanted to flaunt every bite mark, every welt from a whip, every bruise, every line around his wrists and ankles—it was a self-centered notion. He wanted to flaunt that he was Viggo's and no one else's.
"Mm… fuck," Hiccup panted out as Viggo pumped his cock harder. His fingers were clumsy with pleasure as he reached for Viggo's belt. He fumbled with the buckle, and then the button and zipper to his pants, but eventually he was pulling his lover's cock free and stroking it desperately without even looking. His head was still tilted for Viggo to suck on his jaw.
Viggo let out a low, needy groan that had Hiccup leaking precum. He cried out as Viggo took advantage of this, rubbing his thumb insistently over his slit and smearing the head of his cock with it. That hurt a bit, as he was still recovering from the thick sounding rod he'd put in him the day before, but god, he loved it.
"You're such a slut," Viggo murmured against his ear. Hiccup loved the sound of his voice and heavy breaths, the proximity of it sending chills down his spine. "Such a slut for everything I do to you."
Hiccup desperately squeezed Viggo's cock, fingers trembling. Viggo was now stroking his thumb over his frenulum. Hard. Oh fuck, he was going to cum.
"Please," he gasped.
Viggo chuckled, nibbled on his earlobe, and Hiccup's jaw hung open. He pumped Viggo furiously, was rewarded with a contented hum and the slickness of Viggo's own precum.
"How about when we get home I stick the thickest rod I have down your beautiful cock?"
Hiccup gave a desperate sob, his cock twitching slightly in Viggo's grasp. Oh, he wanted that. He wanted that right now, even.
Viggo trailed his open mouth down the side of Hiccup's neck, leaving Hiccup squirming. Fuck, he was so close. Viggo's words were going to be his undoing.
"Maybe massage your prostate till you're crying, even," Viggo suggested.
Hiccup sobbed. "I-I'm so close." His voice was breathy, hardly there. He couldn't keep up with stroking Viggo in return. Instead he just held him, like the hot flesh in his hand was the only thing keeping him anchored to the earth.
Viggo chuckled, dug teeth into his neck, and that was his undoing. Hiccup tilted his head farther back, eyes squeezed shut. He could only grunt and try to breathe as his orgasm took him. Viggo stroked him through it, touch firm and deliberate. Hiccup's thighs trembled as his core burned through with pleasure, long, ropy spurts of cum getting on his shirt and Viggo's hand, and maybe even the seat of the car.
Viggo let go of him once it was over, running his other hand under his shirt to feel at his heaving stomach and chest. He found purchase on a hardened, sensitive nipple and pinched. Hiccup gave a cry and arched into him. God, it was too much. Too much, but not enough. His insides were throbbing, begging for more, begging for Viggo's cock.
Hiccup was in a daze as Viggo maneuvered him into a different position. Viggo had moved back and gotten Hiccup on all fours on the seat, pants and boxers yanked down to reveal his ass. He rested the side of his head against the seat, trying to catch his breath. He wasn't hard again yet, but knew that would quickly change.
There was the sound of a bottle uncapping, and then Hiccup hissed and sighed at the sensation of lubricated fingers going between the crack of his ass and stroking his rim.
"Y-you keep lube in your car?" he asked.
"For emergencies," Viggo responded, and Hiccup couldn't help but laugh.
"Is this considered an emergency?"
"Well, I do think wanting to fuck my lover senseless counts."
With his words, Viggo sank two fingers into him. Hiccup yelped at the sudden stretch and flash of pain, but curved his ass into his touch anyway. He liked this too much for his own good. His nails were claws against the leather seat.
Hiccup whimpered loudly as Viggo reached between his legs with his other hand and grasped his balls. He became erect quickly as Viggo massaged them and fingered him.
Hiccup was glad that Viggo didn't spend too long prepping him. Sometimes he liked it nice and long, liked the way Viggo would tease and stroke his prostate, but right now, he just wanted a good, hard fuck.
Hiccup was surprised to feel a condom over Viggo's cock as he pressed into him. He was going to comment on it, but was left crying out instead as Viggo entered him. He was grabbing at his hips and pulling him into him.
They both moaned rather loudly once they were fully joined. Hiccup was gasping for breath, digging his nails into the leather seat without thinking about how that would ruin it. Fuck, Viggo felt amazing.
Viggo didn't start slow. He usually did to give Hiccup time to adjust to his size, but they were both desperate right now. There would be nothing slow about this.
It only took a few hard thrusts for Hiccup to melt in Viggo's touch and start shouting. He was loud and there was no point in pretending he wasn't. Besides, Viggo liked him loud. Viggo liked to make him scream.
The friction in him was different with a condom, but still a very good sensation. It didn't take long for Viggo to find an angle that had him gliding over Hiccup's prostate with each thrust.
"Oh… oh god…"
"You're such a little cock slut," Viggo growled out. Sometimes he praised Hiccup while they had sex, and Hiccup liked the praise a lot, but he also liked it when Viggo switched things up and degraded him. Something about it was just too good.
And he just continued talking over the sounds of their colliding flesh. He called him a slut, a whore, and Hiccup could do nothing but agree. He truly was a slut for Viggo's cock. It was why it hadn't taken him too long to be able to deep throat him or take him comfortably in the ass. Practice made perfect, and that's what he'd striven for.
"You better not be making a mess of my seat," Viggo panted after a time. "You'll have to clean it if you do. With your tongue."
Hiccup groaned, and even as Viggo spoke, precum dribbled from his cock down onto the expensive leather. There was no helping it.
"H-how am I to not make a mess?" Hiccup asked. "Y-you're gonna make me cum!" He understood why Viggo was using a condom now. He wanted to stay clean while leaving Hiccup absolutely ruined.
"Do you think you can hold it?"
Hiccup grit his teeth and whined loudly as Viggo got a hand underneath him and grasped at his cock. Fuck, he was doing this on purpose. He knew Hiccup would lose eventually, knew that he would have to punish him for it.
The pleasure was intense. Hiccup's limbs shook with it, and he could only cry out as he was fucked hard with his cock being pumped. Oh god, he was going to cum again. He was going to make a mess of Viggo's car and have to lick everything clean.
"I-I'm gonna cum," he gasped out.
Viggo squeezed his cock harder. "Not yet." It was an order.
Hiccup tensed the muscles in his stomach, trying to hold in his orgasm. He knew it was pointless to hold it off, but he felt like he had to.
"Please!" Every nerve in his body was buzzing, and he was losing himself to it. His cock and insides were on fire, the pleasure so intense it made him ache.
"Oh, you're going to be punished for this."
A couple more hard thrusts and Hiccup was being overtaken by his climax. Where he'd been mostly silent with his first one, he screamed with this one. Holding his orgasm back had only increased the intensity of it. His muscles tensed and shook as he came all over Viggo's hand and the seat.
And Viggo wasn't done yet. He kept pounding into him even as Hiccup's walls contracted around him. Hiccup wouldn't ask him to stop. It wasn't his place to. He wasn't allowed rest until Viggo was finished as well.
His arms shook once his climax was over, his head hanging down, sweaty hair falling over his face. His nails made furrows in the leather. Being fucked this hard after two orgasms was intense and painful, and god, he loved every second of it. He wanted Viggo to use him up until there was nothing of him left.
Hiccup lost track of time as Viggo fucked him in the back seat of his car. It could have been seconds—it could have been minutes, but eventually, Viggo was reaching his end. There was the expectancy to feel his seed gushing against his tortured passage, hot and sticky, but the condom kept it all in. That disappointed Hiccup. He liked being filled with Viggo's seed.
He all but flopped down onto the seat once Viggo pulled out of him, gasping for breath, his nerves raw and singing all at once.
"You made such a mess," Viggo commented after a time, hand running into his hair and stroking. His grip tightened till he was tugging, and Hiccup gasped and winced. With his hold he was forcing Hiccup's head down towards the seat. "Now clean it."
There would be no questioning this order. Hiccup repositioned himself a little, as much as Viggo would allow, and began to lick his own cum off the seat. It wasn't the first time he'd tasted leather. Many a time Viggo would have him suck his fingers while wearing gloves. That usually aroused the both of them like crazy.
Hiccup didn't necessarily like the taste of cum, but there was still something so delicious about it: tantalizing, tempting. It wasn't as good as Viggo's cum, of course, but he would probably taste that later with the promises he was making him.
Viggo decided to finger him while he lapped up the cum. Hiccup moaned around his tongue as raw insides were aggravated, as pleasure was taken advantage of. He didn't touch his prostate, luckily. Hiccup would probably only get another erection from that, and it would be too much pleasure for him to focus on his task.
"Did you get it all?" Viggo asked, releasing Hiccup's hair so he could lift his head.
"I-I think so."
Viggo made a purring sound, withdrawing his fingers to leave Hiccup sighing in relief. "Good."
It took a few moments for Hiccup to take stock of himself, now that this was over. His hair was disheveled and sweaty, bite marks bruising over on his neck and jawline, cock and insides absolutely spent, his muscles nearly aching from the exertion. Then there was the matter of the cum on his shirt and leaking out from between his legs. He was, inarguably, a mess.
Hiccup let loose a laugh as he tried to get into a more comfortable position. He could hear Viggo doing up his pants and his belt.
"So much for that hike, huh?"
Viggo hummed in satisfaction and amusement. "I do believe this was a far more pleasant exertion."
Hiccup collapsed onto the seat once he managed to pull his pants up, breathing hard still. He ran a hand through his damp hair, looked over at Viggo.
"You make it sound like you didn't just fuck the life out of me."
Viggo patted him on the thigh with a knowing smirk, reached for the door handle.
"Are you ready to go?"
Hiccup looked out the window as he put himself back into his boxers. He was glad to find that the cars next to them were still unoccupied. He would have died of mortification if anyone had witnessed that.
Hand on the door, Hiccup nodded. He quickly took note of the furrows he'd made in the leather of the seat. It was like his ass already stung from the beating he was sure to get from that. There was no reluctance there though. He liked it when Viggo hit him.
"Ready," Hiccup answered, and he pushed open the door to step out into the afternoon sun.