Orlando lay on his back, one arm thrown up over his head, long curls tousled and tangled. His body shimmered with sweat, cooling rapidly in the night air, goose bumps replacing heat-flushed skin. His face was all dark lashes, parted lips, and moon-cast shadows. Body stretched out in languid relaxation, legs slightly spread, damp puddles of come cooling on his torso.

Viggo lay on his side, pressed against Orlando, breathing evenly, matching his rhythm even still. The moon turned golden hairs to cooler tones, ethereal and gleaming all over his body. Satiation relaxed the lines of his face, peace and contentment visible in the softness of his lips. One arm stretched across Orlando's chest, heedless of sticky drops; one leg draped over his, speaking of reluctance to let go quite yet.

Impossible to decide which one was more beautiful.

Orlando's other arm burrowed slowly between the mattress and Viggo's neck, a gesture of love that needed no words. The twisted sheets cooled and the lovers stirred after a while, cursorily wiping each other down before entwining together again, under the covers, exhausted.

~end~