“No, no, no!” Viggo laughs so hard, he almost falls off the bed. “These are impossible! Where did you find that specimen?” Teasingly running a hand along the black-orange-yellow-green checkered boxers' waistband, Viggo chuckles. “We have to do something about it”.
“Always complaining, Vig” Orlando pouts, rolling his eyes in mock despair. “No matter whether I’m wearing boxers or not. But whoa, that was fast. Where has your underwear disappeared all of sudden?”
“Complaining? I’m not complaining,” Viggo returns, cupping Orlando around the thin cloth, kissing and stroking.
“I’m not complaining either, unless you stop what you’re doing right now.”
