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"Viggo?!" he replied, pleased that it came out husky and low, a little menacing, not the squeak that it could have been. If he was topping, he'd better do it convincingly. He was finally moving, snapping his hips forward in a vicious thrust that brought their cocks rubbing together in an alarming way. No avoiding that at this point. He tried it again. God, it felt fantastic.

"So what are you, then, the slut of the Fellowship?!"

Sean laughed breathlessly below him, rocking up into Elijah's thrusts.

"Sharpe couldn't resist the Master Chief," Sean grunted and gasped as they crushed together roughly. "He's always had a weakness for the non-coms…" He groaned low and throaty.

Elijah's mouth went dry at the sound. Damn, Sean was sex incarnate. He wondered if he'd ever be able to pull of pure sensuality as well as the man below him.

He licked his lips. God, porn wasn't his genre, was it?