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The fire of the candle quivered, as if it knew its life would soon be over. The candle was almost fully melted, now nothing more than an island of wax floating in a deep red sea. A few more moments and the wick and the flame would be gone.
Good. Oftentimes Viggo was a patient man, but there was something about Hiccup that tested that patience. It was in the way he challenged him and dared him. Hiccup, while playing the role of his sub, was not all that submissive. Yes, he could be subdued, and he did sometimes hand his power over to Viggo, but he usually wanted a fight first. He got a thrill from the struggle.
And so did Viggo.
There hadn't been much of a struggle here though. Hiccup and Viggo had discussed this at length beforehand. Wax play wasn't necessarily something to just spring on a partner without warning. Besides, they'd tried it a few times before, and, Hiccup being the daredevil he was, had said he wanted it hotter. Viggo, more than willing to cause pain, was going to oblige.
It had taken a little bit to figure out which type of candle would be best for this, but Viggo had eventually found a massage oil candle that would do the trick. He was very excited to test it.
The flame puffed out of existence in a little trail of dark gray smoke, and Viggo smiled.
The glass bowl was very much hot when he picked it up, so he held it carefully closer to the edges where the wax hadn't gone. He wasn't trying to burn himself, after all.
He then turned to Hiccup, the beautiful man currently bound naked on his back on his dining room table. They always did wax play in the dining room given that it was closer to the sink in the kitchen, and water was important to have on hand were anything to go wrong. There was a large bowl of it on the floor beside the table.
And, not only was Hiccup bound, but he was blindfolded as well. Viggo had wanted to make this time around a lot more interesting, and taking sight from Hiccup could definitely do that.
Hiccup flinched instinctively when Viggo carefully switched to holding the bowl in one hand and reached out to touch him. But then he relaxed, giving a pleased sigh as his hand ran over his naked torso. God, Viggo loved the way he reacted to everything he did.
"The wax is ready, my dear," Viggo informed him. His fingers danced over his throat, leaving Hiccup breathless. Choking was something they did quite frequently, and wouldn't necessarily be out of the question here.
"A-and you think it's hot enough?" Hiccup asked.
Viggo chuckled. "Well, 60 degrees is the hottest we've gone so far, and what this candle supposedly melts at."
"Could you translate that for the poor American?"
Viggo snorted a little. "140 degrees Fahrenheit. Is that better?"
"Well, we'll have to see, won't we?" He knew that, had Hiccup not been blindfolded, he'd probably be winking at him.
"I suppose we will." Viggo positioned himself so that his front was parallel to the table, holding the bowl of hot wax in his left hand. "I have a challenge for you, if you'd be so inclined."
"That is…?" Hiccup prompted.
Viggo brushed the fingers of his right hand over Hiccup's almost-pouted lips. Yes, he was teasing him, even tied up and blindfolded.
He only had to give the slightest amount of pressure for Hiccup to open his mouth for him and accept three of his fingers. Viggo's cock twitched at the sensation, and it was hard not to groan. It wasn't just Hiccup deriving sexual satisfaction from this, of course.
"You are to suck and not bite," Viggo told him. "Bite me, and, well, you'll be in for a nasty little surprise."
Part of Viggo wanted Hiccup to bite him, wanted to punish him in all the twisted and lovely ways he could think of. If Hiccup didn't bite? Well, he'd be impressed.
"Understood?"
Hiccup demonstrated his understanding by beginning to suck slowly on his fingers, and Viggo couldn't help the pleased hum that left him. The sight of his fingers in Hiccup's mouth was quite the sensual one.
Then he finally got to begin. Viggo had been mulling over where to start, and figured that his chest would be the best place. He tipped the bowl over the center of his chest and let the wax pour.
It was red as blood against Hiccup's skin, though, not nearly as thick or opaque. He jolted and made a muffled cry around Viggo's fingers when it touched him, and there was the brief sensation of teeth against him, but it was the barest touch. Hiccup quickly went back to sucking. He'd gotten very good at maintaining some semblance of control while in pain. Viggo had taught him that.
It was easy to decide to keep going instead of giving him some sort of break to get acclimated to the heat. Viggo did it slowly, making a kind of swirling pattern over his heaving chest with the red wax. Once it landed on his skin it would trickle and slide away, acting now as the massage oil. What was lovely about that was heat and pain traveling to places Viggo wasn't even pouring in.
There were muffled sounds of pain around his fingers, the vibrations against his flesh making him sigh. He noticed how Hiccup's hands clenched into fists, how his back curved slightly. He also very much noticed other reactions in Hiccup's body. He'd been half hard before, having calmed from the full erection Viggo had worked him to while tying him up and blindfolding him. That full erection was back. Excellent.
Viggo, for the time being, left Hiccup's nipples untouched. However, the wax running along his body, did not. There was flinching and twitching when it touched him there, his cries of pain louder. Oh, how Viggo wished to pinch and twist them and play, really make use of the massage oil aspect of the wax, but he wanted his fingers in Hiccup's mouth still. He couldn't have both.
To satisfy himself, Viggo pushed his fingers farther in. Usually Hiccup had a better gag reflex—trained out of him by many, many sessions of deep throating and cock warming—but coupled with the surprise of it and the pain from the hot wax, he choked. Oh god, the feeling of him choking on his fingers…
There was the slight scrape of teeth as Hiccup gagged and struggled. Not a bite though. Even in a moment of adrenaline he was remembering the challenge.
Viggo decided to show some mercy and righted the bowl. He shoved his fingers deeper though, really digging into his mouth. Hiccup struggled against this, of course, and Viggo liked to see him struggle.
But…
"Relax, darling," Viggo crooned. He could feel his breaths puffing against his hand through his nose. "Relax."
The feeling of Hiccup's breaths against his hand began to slow and become more even as he attempted to calm himself down.
"Mm, good boy." Hiccup had stopped gagging and choking on his fingers, and so Viggo decided to slowly slide them in and out of his mouth, rubbing along his tongue very purposefully.
It made the both of them moan. Viggo still hadn't decided how he was going to get himself off after this. He intended to put the massage oil to good use and give Hiccup a good cock polishing, and his pleasure would just arouse him even more. Hiccup was so vocal about everything. It was delicious to think about.
The only real warning Hiccup got that Viggo was going to begin pouring the wax again was him leaving his fingers still in his mouth so that he would be able to focus. Hiccup was smart enough to infer that that was what that meant. Viggo saw his muscles tighten a little as he braced himself.
His chest had gotten enough attention from the heat, now rather nicely coated in red oil. The rest of his body would look beautiful with it; it was time to move on to more sensitive areas.
Hiccup's stomach sucked in for a brief moment as Viggo began to trickle the wax over it. He cried out around Viggo's fingers, but didn't bite. He'd forgotten about his order to suck them, it seemed. Viggo would leave that be for now. He'd remember it eventually.
He remembered it sooner than he'd expected him too, his sucking fierce, probably to help deal with the pain. Viggo loved it.
He ran the red wax in slow stripes down Hiccup's stomach. He would draw near his pelvis, but not touch it. His cock was hard and pretty against his belly, but he made sure not to drip any wax there as well, even by accident. The last thing he needed was for his lover to have burns on his cock. Hurting him like that would be fun and was very tempting, but wouldn't be good in the long run for either of them. He needed Hiccup intact, and that meant no lasting harm or injury.
The way Hiccup's body moved as he did this was enamoring. He was pulling on the ropes, back arching, almost trying to twist away. There were muffled sounds around Viggo's fingers, and still he sucked on them. Viggo hoped that it was grounding him in some way.
"You look so beautiful when you suffer, darling." Viggo's voice was breathy. He couldn't disguise his lust and arousal. "It's a good thing we both like it when you do."
Watching Hiccup's belly heave as it was coated in hot red oil made Viggo's pants feel much too tight. He'd elected to remain dressed for this. It was another way to exert dominance and power—to be dressed while his partner was completely naked and vulnerable.
Hiccup was completely at his mercy, and it was giving him such a thrill. He could do absolutely anything he wanted. He was in control of the sensations Hiccup experienced, and he could make them painful. Incredibly painful. He could give him pleasure so sweet he'd want to die. He could choke him, watch him struggle till his body went limp…
He moved on to his thighs once his stomach was nicely slick and coated. He started with the right one near the knee, slowly working his way up to more sensitive areas. His leg moved wildly at first as he was surprised by the stream of the wax. He was grunting and groaning and crying out around Viggo's fingers.
As the wax rolled down his skin and onto his inner thighs, Viggo felt the very brief hardness of teeth against his fingers. Should he count that as a bite? There had been no pressure really, and it had hardly lasted.
No, he would be merciful for now. It hadn't been a true bite. Hiccup was still taking his challenge seriously and showing restraint and control through the pain.
His suffering was truly exquisite, almost enough to make Viggo feel like he was going to lose control of himself. But, in a way, wouldn't that mean Hiccup was dominant over him? How could he hope to dominate and control another if he couldn't even keep proper control of himself?
Viggo didn't want to pause, didn't want to show this crack in his shell, but he had to. He pulled his fingers from Hiccup's mouth and stopped pouring the wax. His cock was throbbing, and he was so hard he was aching. It was looking more and more like he was going to have to skip the cock polishing in favor of untying Hiccup and fucking him senseless.
Still, he showed some sign of sensual restraint, letting his fingers drag over Hiccup's lower lip and down his chin, coating him in his own saliva. Hiccup's breaths were hitched and shuddering.
But then Hiccup smirked in his direction.
"Had enough?" he teased.
Viggo felt himself leak a little bit of precum. Hiccup was challenging him. He was challenging him and himself. It had been easy to discover that Hiccup enjoyed testing his own limits. He was an adrenaline junkie—no way around it.
It made him a perfect sex partner for Viggo. He didn't stay in relationships very long, as he would often grow bored with the person.
He was never bored with Hiccup.
Viggo brushed off his words with a practiced chuckle, hiding his slipping control as best as he could.
"I am simply giving you a break," Viggo lied. "To put away your teeth, so to speak. You almost bit me."
"So, you're going easy on me?"
Viggo felt himself easing back into his position of power. He was going back to where he should be. He would fuck Hiccup senseless after he made him cry from touching his cock.
"Hardly." Viggo examined Hiccup's left leg. They hadn't actually discussed the boundaries he had wanted with it with wax play. It could be fun to push his boundaries, but not with this.
He didn't actually know how Hiccup had lost a good portion of his left leg, but his stump was a neat amputation covered in thick burn scars. The damaged tissue was a variety of reds, pinks, and browns, all raised and rough. It nearly went up to his knee.
One of the hard rules was that Viggo was not allowed to bind him here. No rope or cuff or chain would touch his stump or anywhere on what was left of his leg. He was allowed to touch it, from time to time, but if Hiccup told him to back off and that it was too much, he had to listen.
Burns and wax play didn't exactly mix, in Viggo's opinion. He wouldn't be going near the stump, but heat on this part of his body might be too much.
Viggo caressed his left thigh with fingers still wet with Hiccup's saliva, thumb running along the inside of it where he was most sensitive.
"Do you want me to do this leg?" Viggo asked plainly.
A pause. Hiccup pursed his lips in a way that was terribly adorable as he considered it. He wiggled the rest of his body a little, trying to gauge the feelings of the wax and oil.
"Well… does my left leg look covered in melted wax to you or not?" Hiccup quipped. He flashed Viggo a teasing smile. "I thought I was the one that was blindfolded."
Well, there was his consent. He wanted Viggo to do this. He decided he would keep his fingers out of his mouth for this though. Hiccup needed a way to tell him to stop if need be.
Viggo moved his hand to a spot above his knee. He liked the surprise blindfolds provided, but here was not the place for it.
"I'm going to start here."
He moved his other hand away, and then tipped the bowl carefully, making sure the wax was coming out in a small trickle rather than a stream.
Hiccup jolted and yelped the instant it made contact with his skin. Not a reaction that was out of the ordinary, so Viggo began trickling the wax upwards.
"Stop!" Hiccup very suddenly shouted. "Wait, wait! Stop!"
Viggo did so quickly and without question, nearly getting hot wax on himself in the process. He didn't put the bowl down just yet, studying Hiccup's face. He was panting and had gone rather pale. This was definitely not a place he could try again with.
And so he left to set the bowl down and retrieved a towel. It was a white towel. He'd chosen it specifically because he wanted to see the oil stain it.
He did plan on using that oil to work his cock over though. He was back in control of himself and his wants.
Viggo was gentle about wiping the oil off of Hiccup's left leg. He didn't want to leave the heat there just in case it truly was very triggering for him. Hiccup's breaths were becoming longer, evening out. He was losing his erection a bit, but Viggo would soon amend that.
Putting the now-red-stained towel aside, Viggo put both his hands on Hiccup's body like he'd been yearning to. One hand ran over his chest and belly, the other over his right thigh, the oil making his touch smooth on him. It was still rather hot as well, almost leaving a sting of pain against Viggo's skin.
Hiccup hummed and sighed in appreciation, relaxing in his restraints. His lovely lips parted in a gasp when Viggo took his cock into his hand, leaving an imprint of red against his skin. Having his hand print momentarily on Hiccup's cock gave him a thrill. It made it feel like he owned him.
"You were very good," Viggo told him as he stroked him steadily. He was back to full hardness, whimpering at the hot oil on his cock. "So very good."
Hiccup was panting. "S-so no punishment then?"
Viggo smirked. Oh, Hiccup wasn't done playing his games apparently.
"Have you done something that you should be punished for?" Viggo asked. There was something so terribly arousing about having his partner say why they should be punished. It could be humiliating and degrading.
But now, Hiccup was, without a doubt, using it as a challenge.
"I will if you put your—mm—fingers back in my mouth."
"You think you can threaten me?" Lust pumped hot through Viggo's blood. His cock was aching again. He pumped Hiccup harder, listened to him moan, momentarily stealing his words from him.
"Why?" Hiccup managed to get out. He was smiling that crazed smile of his he would get when doing things like this, when pushing at Viggo's control over him. "Are you going to let me get away with it?"
Viggo made a purring sound, slowing his strokes but gripping hard.
"Not in the slightest, my dear." He was going to make this hurt. "Not in the slightest."