�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.�
