"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."
