Jinglejangle
�One of these days you�ll strangle yourself with these,� he had teased Orlando, closing his fingers around the jingling-jangling items dangling from Orlando�s necklaces.�
�Yeah, as you�ll get killed in a swordfight when you keep taking Anduril wherever you go,� Orlando had chuckled against half-opened lips, lazily pulling the shirt down Viggo�s arms.
And sometimes, between sleeping and waking, it�s as if he could still hear those little clinking-clanking sounds when those pendants were slowly gliding down his spine, cool on damp skin, smooth, metallic, when he lay there, opened-up and hungry, and Orlando was just about to fuck him.
