"They'd probably ask..." Viggo's back arched as Karl's tongue rasped along his sternum. "...for photographic...fuck...proof." Karl smiled, teeth gently marking Viggo's puckered nipple. "Would you like that?" he murmured. "An exhibit of you splayed out like this...photos like these?" Viggo tugged sharply at his restraints, shifted on sheets damp with sweat. "Karl..." "You know you'd get off on it." Viggo offered his throat to Karl's lips, voice heavy with need. "I'd rather get off on you." A slow smile was Karl's only response.
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