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Orlando fucks him in against the trailer door, fingers exploring, flesh burning, slapping together in an urgent rush of need and impatience. He wants him all the time, every second. Viggo?s used to these frantic couplings, the heated look in Orlando?s eye before motioning them to leave. The one that says, ?You?re mine and no one else?s.? Moaning, he pushes and back, awaiting the words; knows they'll arrive in a whispered gasp. "Mine. Mine." He arches back, exposing his lips to consumption, and is devoured within seconds. He comes, gasping in Orlando's hand, the words still ringing in his ears.