"Get up."
Orlando’s voice was nothing but a raw whisper. Hands tearing at Viggo’s hair, indecisive whether to stop or encourage him. Viggo’s smile was around him, lush, wet, making him dizzy with its sheer softness.
Slowly, Viggo let go, his tongue trailing along the underside of Orlando’s erection.
"Want me to stop?"
Orlando looked down at Viggo, and the way Viggo looked up at him made him sway, right at the edge.
"Want … want you …” Orlando began.
"Yeah," murmured Viggo, steadying Orlando, hands splayed over the small of Orlando’s back.
"So do I. All. Over. My face."
