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Two and a half months. It had taken Hiccup two and a half months to finally locate Viggo Grimborn, and even then, that had been by chance. He hadn't expected the Dragon Hunter fleet while he was out with just Toothless scouring the seas for their leader. After so long of there being no sign of the chief, he certainly hadn't expected the flagship.
Now, he was a prisoner to him, but that had been part of the quick plan Hiccup had come up with upon seeing how outnumbered he was. Viggo had yet to speak to him, was only speaking to the Hunters he'd assigned as Hiccup's guards. Toothless had been muzzled and caged in front of Hiccup, but he knew about the plan. He knew they would get out of this and it would be okay.
And they'd get out of this with the Dragon Eye, if they could. It was sitting on a shelf in Viggo's quarters, which was where Hiccup was currently located. He was bound with his hands in front of him, and had been forced to sit in front of Viggo's desk and his gruesome throne. There was a bloodstained skull of a Monstrous Nightmare fixed on the top of it. It made Hiccup's expression turn down into a scowl.
Viggo ordered the guards out, and for a while, he paced, hands folded behind his back, chest puffed out. Hiccup said nothing. He didn't know what to say. He'd been looking for this man for so long, to the point of driving himself mad, and now here he was, basically ignoring him. Hiccup had lost sleep over him, had lost hair that he'd tugged at, had lost focus save for this one thing. His friends had noticed his obsession of course, and had tried to get him to stop, but he hadn't been able to.
But what was it about Viggo that made him so stressed and frustrated? What was so different about this man from all the other maniacs he'd had to deal with? Dagur had started a war over him and Toothless, and there had been no obsession on Hiccup's part. (Just a lot of guilt.)
Finally Viggo turned to him. The smug curve of his lips made Hiccup angry. He could feel his blood boiling. Viggo thought he had him right where he wanted him, but Hiccup had his plan. Viggo was right where Hiccup wanted him.
"You know, Hiccup," Viggo began, and the silkiness of his voice just added to the pot of boiling anger, "I commend you for finding me. It's not an easy thing to do." He raised his eyebrows. "Or did you find me by chance?"
Hiccup decided that he wasn't going to give away that it had just been chance this time. After so many fruitless searches, he hadn't really expected to find him on this outing, no matter how he'd hoped for it.
"Well, I-I've been tracking you for a while," Hiccup replied, and he was glad that wasn't a lie. He wasn't very good at lying.
Viggo leaned in like he was curious. "Have you? May I inquire as to how?"
Hiccup shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "Well, uh…"
Viggo came in close, very close. He leaned over, putting his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping Hiccup. Hiccup did his best not to move away, but his head hit the back of the chair anyway.
"Don't want to reveal your secrets?" Viggo asked with a smirk.
"Um…"
Hiccup started as Viggo's left hand moved and there was the sound of a weapon being drawn. There was a glint of steel, and then his ropes were being cut loose. Viggo straightened, then leaned back on his desk, dagger still in hand. Hiccup looked at the cut pieces of rope in his lap, not understanding what was going on.
He hadn't expected this at all. He felt like his plan was falling apart. Viggo was already proving to be much more unpredictable than he'd realized.
"What…?" Hiccup brushed the ropes off his lap and to the floor, then rubbed at his wrists. He looked up at Viggo, who was just watching him with a type of curiosity in his eyes. "Why?"
Viggo shrugged and set his dagger down on the desk, making Hiccup feel just a tiny bit safer.
"That's it?" Hiccup asked after some time in silence. He rose, shoving the chair back with a force that knocked it over. "That's it? I've been searching for you for two and a half months, losing sleep, tearing my hair out, and all you have to give me is a shrug?"
Viggo smirked at him, and then suddenly grabbed him by the tunic with both hands and pulled him right up against his body. The spikes on his belt dug uncomfortably into Hiccup's stomach, threatening to pierce through clothes. They'd taken his armor when he'd been captured, to leave him more vulnerable.
Hiccup felt like he was beginning to panic, his breaths coming too fast. What did Viggo want with him? Why was he—?
Their lips crashed together, so suddenly that for a moment Hiccup froze completely.
And then, he let out all his roiling frustration and kissed him back. He put his hands on his chest, trying to shove him back against the desk. Hiccup had no clue what he was doing right now, but something about this felt good. It felt right. He was so angry, angry enough to strike Viggo, but something about this worked just as well.
Viggo spun them around and slammed Hiccup back up against the desk. The piece of furniture was bolted into the floor, so it didn't slide. Hiccup grunted at the contact, head snapping back and yanking him from Viggo's lips.
"What the fuck was that?" Hiccup demanded, even though he'd taken part in it. Viggo had been the one to initiate it though.
"Call it an experiment," Viggo responded. He had both his hands on his hips now, and Hiccup didn't move them away or try to fight back. He didn't feel like he had to. "One that I'm very much enjoying."
Hiccup glared at him, but didn't struggle in his hold. "Am I just a toy to you?"
"That, my dear, is what I'm trying to determine." Viggo tapped his fingers on him, clearly thinking. Hiccup, though insulted that he could even be considered a toy, allowed him the time to do it.
In that silence, Hiccup's rational mind tried to make a return. It tried to tell him that he shouldn't be doing this, that he should be panicking, that his plan was falling apart and he was never going to be allowed to leave here. He was getting himself into deep trouble, and didn't know what to expect.
Hiccup initiated the next kiss, trying to push down all those thoughts, trying to let his hate and anger override them. He could think later, after this was through.
Whatever this was…
Viggo smiled against his lips before kissing back. Hiccup could feel Viggo's twisted satisfaction with this through the way his mouth moved. He was enjoying the fact that his adversary was kissing him, and rather eagerly at that.
And the eagerness might have been born of fear and hatred. Hiccup was afraid of what would happen once this ended, once they stopped.
His hands went to Viggo's belt buckle.
For a moment they just sat there, a voice in the back of his head screaming at him that this was insane.
But his sanity had left long ago because of this very man.
Hiccup undid the buckle, pulled the belt off, then let the heavy thing of leather and metal hit the floor. His hands went to Viggo's breastplate next, fingers searching for invisible clasps.
Viggo very much seemed to like this. He took Hiccup's knee with one big hand, used that hold to pull his legs open and fit himself neatly between them.
Hiccup let him do this, and he let him run his hands over his thighs. The touch sent a pleasant warmth through him, and he couldn't help but moan into Viggo's mouth.
But dammit, he couldn't figure out how to get Viggo's breastplate off! A growl of frustration left him as he pulled away.
"How the Hel do you wear this?" Hiccup demanded to know.
Viggo huffed in amusement, hands gripping his thighs tight. It took all of Hiccup's willpower not to roll his hips into him. He was sure his budding erection was becoming noticeable.
"So, I am taking it you don't want me wearing it right now?" Viggo's voice was low, teasing. His thumbs massaged at Hiccup's inner thighs, making his breath catch in his throat.
"Uh…" was all Hiccup managed to get out, thoughts evaporating in the heat of his lust and hatred for this man.
Viggo smiled. Damn him!—he knew exactly the effect he was having on Hiccup, and was using that to his advantage.
"Not very good with words, then, are you?"
"I-I-I'm fine with words," Hiccup stammered. He realized his natural stutter wasn't exactly helping his point, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Without breaking eye contact, Viggo pressed one hand against the bulge between Hiccup's legs, eliciting a gasp. Hiccup fumbled to find some sort of grip on him, or to brace himself on something. One hand ended up gripping the edge of the desk while the other curled fingers around the back of Viggo's neck to pull him closer. Absolutely unsure of what to say, hot with arousal and need, Hiccup yanked Viggo into another hard kiss. His hips moved into Viggo's hand of their own accord, a desperate whine escaping into Viggo's mouth.
That worked for a few moments, but then Hiccup was shoving Viggo away to gasp for air. He was surprised the other man allowed this, that he didn't fight back against the pushing. Viggo could very easily overpower him if he wanted to, but he wasn't, and somehow, that frustrated Hiccup even more. He was used to his enemies being rough with him, used to a physical struggle of some sort. But right now, there was none of that. Viggo was allowing him quite a lot of agency for being his captive.
Hiccup had no idea how to express any of this, so instead he swiped a hand through his hair and said very firmly, almost in a commanding tone: "Take it off."
Viggo appeared pleased by this. "As you wish." He gestured to Hiccup with one hand. "Same goes for you, then."
Hiccup crossed his arms and frowned. He'd never actually done any of this with anyone before, and was suddenly feeling… shy about his body. He knew his physique wasn't what one would consider impressive, especially in comparison to Viggo. He couldn't let on that it was shyness holding him back though—hence the arms crossed and the frown.
Viggo's breastplate was on the floor before Hiccup could take note of just exactly where the straps and buckles were hidden. He'd been too distracted to notice him undoing them, too distracted to even notice that his pauldrons had come off already.
And Viggo could see right through him.
"You've never done this before, have you?"
"That's, uh… not true." Hiccup wanted to slap himself. The words sounded so fake.
Viggo shook his head and chuckled, now working on the dragon scale armor that went beneath his breastplate. He really had kept his torso protected.
"You're not a very good liar, my dear."
Hiccup hopped off his desk, anger and lust and embarrassment all twisting in the strangest of ways inside him. "Don't call me that."
Viggo's dragon scale armor and vambraces were added to the pile on the floor. That just left his long tunic, his pants, and his boots. Now, neither of them had armor between each other.
This left Hiccup with a golden opportunity. The dagger Viggo had discarded earlier was on the desk by Hiccup. He could pick it up, stab Viggo, grab the Dragon Eye, and run. That had been part of the original plan until he'd needed to improvise. He didn't need to stall for time or try to talk his way out of things. Viggo was exactly where Hiccup needed him to be.
But in such an unexpected way.
Hiccup's fingers twitched as he stood there and considered all this, as he thought about grabbing for the dagger and enacting his plan.
Viggo was apparently the type of person that one couldn't get anything past though: his eyes flicked towards Hiccup's hand and the dagger.
"If you are considering using that, you'll still be at a disadvantage," Viggo said as if he wasn't trying to talk his way out of being stabbed. "The dagger is near your right hand, and I couldn't help but notice that you appear to favor your left."
Hiccup scowled at him. How had he picked up on that already? Was that why he'd left it in that spot?
"So, either your blow would be weaker because of using the dagger in your right hand, or it would take time for you to switch it to your left, which would give me enough opportunity to notice your movement and retaliate." He smirked at him. "And I am bigger and stronger than you."
Hiccup didn't know what to do. He'd never been in a situation quite like this before. Here he was facing down the enemy that had driven him crazy for weeks, and he'd hesitated to make a move against him because his thoughts were being ruined by the raging lust he'd caused him.
Hiccup couldn't help but feel incredibly stupid and helpless in that moment. Had this been Viggo's plan all along? Was he still playing with him and trying to figure him out?
Well, either way, Hiccup didn't like feeling stupid or that he was being toyed with. It all just fueled his anger towards Viggo, who was standing there looking quite pleased with himself, exposed and vulnerable as he was.
Because he knew Hiccup wouldn't do it.
With a frustrated growl, Hiccup cleared the space between them, going nose-to-nose with Viggo, whose only reaction at the sudden movement was an unflinching smile. Damn, did he have to have such a nice smile?
"You're playing with me," Hiccup accused.
"Oh, undeniably," Viggo responded. His hands were suddenly on his ass, gripping tight and yanking his hips right up against his. For the first time in his life, Hiccup felt another cock against his own, clothed as they were. He yelped in surprise, hands going to Viggo's broad shoulders to brace himself.
Hiccup found himself stunned and breathless and a little wide-eyed. Viggo's cock felt monstrous against his own. He had a fleeting worry that he himself was too small, but that vanished under the sudden, driving need he felt for this man. His own cock throbbed, beginning to trickle precum.
Hiccup had wondered a few times what position he would want if he were to ever have sex with a man (Fishlegs usually being the man on his mind with those fantasies), and he'd never been able to decide if he would prefer being penetrated, or being the one to do the penetrating. Both seemed rather nice to him.
Save for now. He knew without a doubt that he wanted Viggo inside him. He wanted him to open him up and fuck him as hard as he could, size be damned.
"The question now is if I'll get to play with you physically as well." The way Viggo was leering at him could have been considered predatory if unwanted. But it wasn't.
"You know damn well you'll get to," Hiccup growled, heated and frustrated beyond belief.
For a moment it occurred to Hiccup that he might not even have a choice in all this, that backing out and saying no might not even be options… but only for a moment. The hesitation passed, and he was once again kissing Viggo, the action harsh and passionate. He dared himself to move his hips, to grind against him, and he couldn't help moaning into the kiss when he did that, because oh fuck, it felt good! Good, but not enough. He wouldn't be satisfied until he was cumming while full of Viggo's cock.
The next minute or so was a frantic removal of clothes for both parties, coming in every once and a while to kiss and try to grasp at each other. Finally, they were both naked, as bare to each other as enemies or lovers could be.
And now Hiccup found himself reaching for Viggo's cock. He'd never actually looked at another man's cock in a sexual manner before, but now he was, and he couldn't help but find it pretty. His hand almost trembled when he grasped him. He was hard and fleshy and real. This was not a fantasy of his. He was about to have sex for the first time.
Thinking about that nearly made Hiccup retract his touch. He felt like he was betraying his friends, those he loved. He'd been saving such an experience for one of them. It was supposed to be special, right? What gave Viggo the right to be Hiccup's first?
But, maybe it didn't matter who his first was. Maybe he was making too big of a deal about it. Maybe—
"You're overthinking it." Viggo's voice was husky, and it pulled Hiccup back to the moment.
Hiccup gave a nervous laugh, still staring at the cock in his hand. "Yeah, yeah, I probably am." Experimentally, he pumped his hand over Viggo's length, finding that he liked the feel of it. He was all hot, practically throbbing.
And fucking gods, he was huge. Not only was he girthy, but long too. Hiccup ran his fingers all the way down to the base of him, pubic hair coarse against his skin. He gave a small tug, and Viggo hissed out a breath, but didn't stop him in his exploration—exploration that continued with Hiccup stroking his way back up, all the way to the bulbous head of it. It was the same lovely color as Viggo's lips, and both were equally as enticing. And oh, the low groan Viggo let out when Hiccup ran his thumb firmly over his slit…
He was so engrossed in this that he didn't notice Viggo reaching for his cock until he felt a sure, strong grip around him. Hiccup gasped and nearly pulled away, almost afraid of Viggo's confidence.
Viggo chuckled, and Hiccup's gaze flicked up to meet his.
"You truly are a terrible liar, my dear Hiccup."
Hiccup opened his mouth to form some sort of retort to this, but words melted off his tongue as Viggo stroked him, grip on him so tight it hurt. His knees shook and he found himself digging his nails into Viggo's biceps as he moaned. He couldn't help but watch with enamored curiosity as the other—much more experienced—man pumped him. This fire he felt was like nothing he had ever given himself with his own hand. Being touched by someone else was just better.
"Oh… gods…"
"See, a man who's felt someone else's touch here before would not react like this," Viggo said smugly. "I'm your first."
It was not a question, not even one that needed his direct answer, but Hiccup found himself nodding. He gasped and whined as Viggo enclosed the head of his cock in his fist, then moved back down. He was going slowly, slicking him with his own precum as he did so.
It was an odd time for such a question to pop into his mind, but it came out of his mouth nonetheless.
"H-how old are you?"
Viggo quirked an eyebrow at him, but answered nonetheless.
"Thirty-eight." He pulled Hiccup closer with the hold he had on his cock, mouth hovering over his open, panting lips. "Old enough to be married and have heirs, but alas, I have… other interests."
Hiccup definitely didn't need to be told what those interests were, given that, at the moment, he was one of them. He was surprised that he felt okay with the fact that he was going to be fucking a man twenty years his senior. He'd always been more attracted to people within his age range.
But, then again, this entire encounter was completely out of the ordinary. Hiccup had expected murderous rage upon finding Viggo, had expected himself to act rationally and take him out. None of this made sense.
Granted, Hiccup hadn't been seeing a lot of sense lately in regards to Viggo and the Dragon Hunters. There had been a lot of arguments between him and his friends, a lot of strife over his obsession with him. Toothless had been the first to question his sanity over all this, of course. He was with him all the time. He knew things his other friends didn't.
Which also meant he would know about this. Hiccup would get out of here somehow once this was done, and return to Toothless with Viggo's scent all over him. He should have felt more guilty about it. Maybe he would later. Now, with Viggo's hand on the most sensitive part of him and his lips so close, Hiccup almost didn't give a damn about any of that.
"I-I'd accuse you of using an aphrodisiac on me if I could," Hiccup said, breathless.
Viggo purred, very much enjoying that statement, it seemed. "It's the art of seduction, my dear."
"I hate you." It came out clearly, without anything holding him back. Hiccup didn't often say he hated someone and mean it, but to him, this was clear as day.
Viggo gave him a long kiss on the mouth that once again had Hiccup feeling weak in the knees.
"I know."
It was soon after that Hiccup found himself being manhandled over to Viggo's desk with his front bent over it. He didn't give a struggle, and found that he actually liked being manhandled. It fit into the script in his brain of enemies being rough with him. It made sense in the craziness of this act.
This put him in a very good position to grab the bare dagger on the desk. He could very easily snatch it and make his move.
Hiccup didn't even bother. He glanced at it a few times, but any thought of that—and any thought at all really—left his mind as Viggo ground his hips against him, his cock sliding between the cheeks of his ass. He found himself arching his back into him with a rather pathetic-sounding whine.
Viggo laughed and moved away from him. Hiccup got his elbows underneath him, looked at him in confusion as he went to a chest in the room. He had his naked back to him, an odd show of trust. Or maybe it was a test.
The Dragon Eye was on the shelf above him…
Hiccup hated to admit that he'd entirely forgotten about that. His face colored, but at least that would be seen by Viggo as anything else than embarrassment.
Viggo came back over with a rather decorative ceramic jar in hand.
"You do know I have to prepare you first, don't you?" Viggo asked to Hiccup's raised eyebrows. He ran his free hand over his ass, making him gasp. "Because as much as I want you, I would rather not injure the both of us."
Now Hiccup was really blushing. In his desire for Viggo, he'd entirely forgotten about that, and now looked more clueless about it than he really was.
"I-I knew that," Hiccup panted, looking away to hide his face. He could practically hear Viggo's amused smirk though. He was going to come up with some excuse for it, but didn't have to, as he soon felt Viggo's fingers, soaked in oil, at his rim, and felt like he forgot how to breathe.
Hiccup had touched himself here before. He was flexible enough to finger himself, but hadn't done it too often, finding it unsatisfying all on its own. Right now though? He wanted it.
Hiccup blew out a breath as Viggo inserted one finger, knowing that he had to relax to do this. He was hoping the heat of the moment wouldn't be lost in this necessity.
Apparently Viggo wasn't going to let that happen. He leaned over and pressed himself against Hiccup, sending chills through him as his lips grazed his spine. The kisses grew heavier as he moved his finger in and out of him, and Hiccup couldn't help but moan. His fingers curled against the desk, fingernails digging into the wood.
Hiccup gave a cry as Viggo pushed a second finger into him, nearly feeling pain at it, but it was coupled with Viggo running his tongue from the base of his spine upwards, and so all he felt was pleasure that nearly made his toes curl. His cock twitched, and Viggo groaned. It was such a surreal sound, having another man show vocal desire for him in such a way.
"Fuck," Hiccup breathed.
Viggo smiled against his back. "Are you enjoying this?"
Hiccup tried to respond with words, but all that came out of him was a whimper. He wasn't very proud of that, and his anger reignited when Viggo just laughed at him. He realized that he was leaving himself so vulnerable to him, was letting him take control of the situation.
He should have been more scared…
Viggo curled his fingers inside him, and Hiccup was thrown into a world of ecstasy. He couldn't tell if he screamed or just merely opened his mouth to try. Fire and electricity crackled together in his core and shot to his extremities. He almost forgot he had a body.
He came back to himself panting with his eyes squeezed shut. Viggo was rutting against him, fingers sliding in and out of him. There was a desperation to his movements, and it just made Hiccup all the hotter.
"Wh-what was that?" Hiccup found the words to ask.
Viggo slowed his movements, but just to push a third finger into him, and that caused pain. Hiccup yelped: he'd never been stretched so much before.
Despite that, he was still as hard as ever, still wanting, but he realized he wanted to face Viggo, wanted to see him as he did this.
"It's called the prostate," Viggo grunted into his ear. He let out a purring sound, leaking precum onto the back of one thigh. "I'm assuming you liked that?"
Hiccup didn't mind being honest about that. "V-very much so." He braced himself on the desk and pushed back against him. "Let me up."
"And why should I?"
There was a threat in his voice, and Hiccup's heart skipped a beat. There was that inability to say no, that inability to actually have agency and control here.
"I… I want to face you," Hiccup managed to get out, even as his hands trembled. He wasn't at all safe in this situation, and realized he was in vastly over his head. He very suddenly couldn't breathe, felt like he was drowning.
But he regained his breathing when Viggo got off of him and removed his fingers. It took a moment for Hiccup to lift himself up and turn around. He leaned back against the desk, just looking at Viggo for a moment. The other man held his cock in one hand, and Hiccup glanced down, licked his lips, trying in vain to gain composure.
Instead of doing anything rational like fighting back or, Hel, even making a run for it, Hiccup pushed himself up onto the desk and spread his legs. The dagger clattered to the floor, and neither he or Viggo even glanced at it. Viggo was much too busy coming close, taking his right leg in one huge hand, and lifting it so that Hiccup's knee pressed against his own chest. He didn't even so much as glance down as he pushed his cock to his opening, clearly very experienced with this.
Hiccup threw his head back with a cry as Viggo entered him. His muscles rippled around him in discontent, hurting from the insertion. He bit his lip, breathing heavy through his nose.
"Relax…"
Viggo's voice sent tremors through him, and Hiccup blew out a long breath as he pushed himself inside. He didn't stop to let him adjust to his size.
The sensations were so new to Hiccup, a mix of painful and pleasurable, desired and exhilarating. He felt Viggo completely sheath himself inside, and gods, he wanted him so badly. He wanted to be fucked until neither of them could take it anymore.
Hiccup leaned back on his hands a little. "Oh my gods, you're huge."
"Mm…" Viggo's other hand gripped his left thigh in a way that would probably leave bruises, and Hiccup didn't care. "Do you like that?"
Hiccup opened his mouth to respond, but instead a long moan left him as Viggo moved his hips. It was a small movement where he pulled out only about an inch or so before pushing back in, but it sent wildfire through his nerves. The friction was good, and by Freya, the way he moved across that… what had he called it again? Prostate?
Trouble over recalling the word, or any words at all, left Hiccup's mind as Viggo continued those small, slow movements.
"Wh-what do you think?"
Viggo laughed heartily. "I think that I should have allowed you to find me sooner just so I could have had this chance earlier. You are incredibly… delicious."
Alarm bells sounded in Hiccup's head.
This entire thing had been by design, Viggo's design, and now he was trapped in it. Well, he'd been trapped the entire time. Any iota of control he'd felt had been fake, manufactured by Viggo.
He almost told him to stop, almost started struggling, and clearly Viggo expected him to, because his grip on his legs grew tighter, fingers like iron clamps in his flesh.
He didn't though. Or maybe he couldn't, because Viggo was also adding more power and distance to his thrusts, and it made his strength melt away like heated butter. Pleasure like nothing he'd ever felt before raced through him, and all he could do was gasp and groan, and question what he'd gotten himself into.
But maybe Hiccup did have some power in this situation. Viggo had just admitted to being drawn to him, had just accidentally admitted to a weakness. If he could find a way to exploit that, maybe he could get out of here with Toothless. Any thought of getting the Dragon Eye had left. If he escaped unharmed with his dragon it would be a miracle.
He didn't know how to exploit a person's attraction to him though. Hiccup was the kind of person that felt almost uncomfortable with people being attracted to him. He just wasn't quite sure how to handle it, and didn't understand why it even happened in the first place.
And, well, he couldn't do much above being fucked by that person. He didn't think there was anything more he could do at the moment.
Or, really, anything else he wanted to be doing. His physical desires were currently ruling him, and by Thor he was going to have them fulfilled, one way or another.
Hiccup was practically yelling as Viggo fucked him. He was a burning rod straight through to his core, and he was almost worried about him tearing him like this. He wasn't surprised at the pain, but that wasn't all there was. It felt so good, too. His cock was throbbing with heat and leaking onto his stomach. He didn't know if he could cum like this, untouched, in a sense, but oh, he was willing to try.
Viggo very suddenly let go of his left thigh and grabbed at the back of his head. He was forcing his head up, and now they were close, Viggo's panting breath on his face.
"I want you to look at me as I take you," Viggo demanded in a growl. "I want to watch you come undone."
Hiccup didn't quite feel comfortable at the thought of meeting Viggo's eyes as he fucked him, but he opened his own anyway. The rich brown of Viggo's eyes drew him in though, even as some of what he saw there frightened him. There was a ferocity there with his twisted satisfaction in getting exactly what he wanted. Hiccup was all his and they both knew it.
There was probably uncertainty in his own eyes, and definitely shame over being played like this, maybe some defeat.
But Hiccup couldn't let his innate defiance rest.
"You fucking bastard." The words came out scathing and seething despite the position he was in.
Viggo kissed him hard, leaving Hiccup to moan into his mouth. He thought of biting him, but wasn't quite sure where that would get him.
Viggo was the one to bite. He clamped his teeth down on Hiccup's lower lip, and Hiccup let out a startled cry at the pain. Viggo had his eyes closed now, and he just groaned in satisfaction.
But then, right when Hiccup thought that maybe he could get away with closing his eyes again, Viggo's opened. The heat in his gaze was possessive. Hiccup had seen that exact look on Dagur many a time, and those looks had always been directed at him. He nearly panicked, and maybe would have if not for the fact that the pleasure kept growing and growing.
"It will be terribly fun having you as a guest for a short while," Viggo released his lip to say. Hiccup ran his tongue over the sore spot, tasting blood. He opened his mouth to protest at Viggo's words, but he shushed him. "No, no, darling, don't worry. I won't be keeping you forever. Maybe just until you're well enough to ride that Night Fury again."
"W-well enough?" Hiccup questioned.
Viggo huffed in amusement. "If you think you'll be able to walk out of this room without more of a limp than your usual gait you are sorely mistaken, never mind sitting astride something." He drove his hips home harder as emphasis, making Hiccup lose his breath.
"Bit off a bit more than you can chew, hm?" Viggo teased.
Hiccup tried to glare at him, his words giving him the urge to slap him. He didn't usually get violent urges, but definitely did in regards to this man. That wasn't changing just because he had his cock in him.
Hiccup couldn't help the loud and desperate whine that left him as Viggo continued his conquest of his body. He wished they were in a position where he could have a hand free to touch himself and make his orgasm come faster, but he was too busy using both to hold himself up, and Viggo was too busy using his own to hold his legs open as far as they would go.
So now Hiccup was trapped in a state of feeling like he was going to orgasm without it even happening. He was trembling now, breaths harsher than ever, entire body burning and burning.
And Viggo knew, the smug bastard. Hiccup could tell by the look on his face.
"Getting close, are we?" It was another tease.
Hiccup whined in response, the only thing he really felt capable of doing.
Viggo slowed his movements very suddenly, and Hiccup wanted to cry he was so desperate. This man was playing with him in every conceivable way.
"Torture, isn't it?" Viggo questioned. The roll of his hips was languid and unhurried. "I could keep you here for a long time, you know, waiting and waiting on the verge of release." Their lips briefly touched. "I could make you beg for me." Another kiss. "I could make you cry."
Hiccup was already willing to beg. His cock was leaking so much and his insides were raw. His toes curled, legs trembling almost violently. He'd never held himself on the edge of climax like this. It was torture.
"Though, to make a virgin cum without having his cock touched would be quite the accomplishment," Viggo purred. "I've only managed it a handful of times before."
Still, he kept up that same, slow pace. Hiccup let out a sob. Quite frankly, he wanted to scream. The only reason he hadn't so far was to try to hold at least some semblance of victory over Viggo.
"You're going to lose, Hiccup."
Viggo's words were so heavy and definite. He wasn't just talking about this instance here and now. He was talking about their war as a whole.
Hiccup didn't try to negate him, because right now, Viggo was correct. He couldn't see himself truly winning against this man. He was entirely different from anyone he'd ever faced off against before. He was so much more intelligent and decisive. He was everything Hiccup was and then some.
"Of course, I can't keep you on edge like this forever," Viggo said with a dramatized sigh. "There are, in fact, my own needs to consider. Perhaps next time I'll make you cum before even getting my cock in you, just to watch you writhe at the torment. Apparently being overstimulated is quite the agony."
Hiccup whimpered, but managed to find words. If he could just get them off his tongue…
"Are you done gloating yet?"
Viggo looked entirely shocked by his response, clearly not having expected it. He clenched his teeth, and with a growl that came from his chest, began to fuck Hiccup hard.
Hiccup screamed in shock at the sudden eruption of both pleasure and pain. They were so intertwined that differentiating between the two was becoming meaningless. They were just two sides of the same coin.
Hiccup's arms shook. He wouldn't be able to hold himself up for much longer, but he felt like letting himself collapse would just be another victory for Viggo. He still wanted a say in at least some of what his body was doing.
His orgasm came as the sweetest relief. Hiccup felt tears on his face as he tossed his head back and screamed with it. He wasn't even ashamed about this reaction, not after everything Viggo was putting him through, both physically and emotionally.
Besides, this was a type of pleasure he'd never experienced before, and certainly at a height that was new to him as well. His muscles contracted around Viggo's length, his body begging for him to join him in release.
Saying that his insides were on fire would have been an understatement. He shook violently, cum spurting onto his stomach. He felt like he was bursting at the seams from how good it all was.
Hiccup was jarred back to himself rather quickly from the back of his head hitting the desk, which made him yelp and hiss. Apparently his arms had given out, and Viggo either hadn't been in time to catch him, or simply hadn't bothered. By the look Hiccup was getting through blurred vision, it was probably the latter, most likely in retaliation for the question about gloating.
He didn't have much time to recover or question it further though, because Viggo was still inside him, still fucking him like his life depended on it. Hiccup's hips arched right off the desk as he clawed at the wood and screamed. Viggo very much had not been lying about the agony of being overstimulated.
Viggo now had a hand under Hiccup's ass to hold him up and keep him flush against him, and he leaned over him. Hiccup had the barest warning of Viggo's hot breath over his left nipple before he bit him. Hiccup dug his nails into the back of Viggo's neck with one hand, the other struggling to find purchase in his short hair. He didn't know if he was doing it to keep him there or to push him away. The way it hurt was almost good, leaving Hiccup completely baffled. Pain wasn't supposed to be a good feeling, was it?
"Apologies, my dear," Viggo grunted. "I'm almost done. I promise. Just a few… more… Agh…"
Viggo's grip on him tightened as he made his last thrusts. His release was hot in Hiccup's already seared insides, but something about the sensation and the way his cock throbbed didn't just feel good—it made Hiccup feel powerful. It was his body that had drawn this man in, and his body that he was now marking with his sexual satisfaction. Maybe he could find a way to manipulate Viggo with it.
That would have to wait, of course.
For now, blessedly, they were done.
Viggo stayed in Hiccup for as long as he could after, the only sound in the room that of their labored breathing. But eventually, he slipped out of him and released him, standing straight. Hiccup watched him, completely spent, legs dangling over the side of the desk. Everything in him pounded with hurt.
Viggo slicked a hand through hair speckled with beads of sweat, the same substance glistening on his arms and torso. He released a sound that one would make after a refreshing drink.
And yet, Hiccup had the will (and the gall) to smile at him. Yes, he was in over his head, and upset at himself and Viggo for all of this, but there was one small victory to be had here.
Viggo looked perplexed by his expression. It most certainly gave him pause.
"What is it?"
Hiccup shrugged as uncaringly as he could. He couldn't help showing his teeth though, letting on to the enormity of his pleasure.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that I made the great Viggo Grimborn break out in a sweat."
After weeks of being driven mad by this man, and all the ups and downs of the afternoon, Hiccup would take any victory he could get, and the look of shock and frustration on Viggo's face was most certainly a victory.