"Eat the chocolate," Orlando said.

"I don't want it," Viggo closed his mouth firmly.

"You'll feel better if you eat it."

"I'll feel better if I eat you."

Orlando shook his head as he pressed the lump of cocoa-dusted candy to Viggo's lips. "No can do, lover."

"Sure you can."

"Hey, it wasn't my idea that we try Tantric sex."

"Don't remind me."

"But it's my very great pleasure to remind you."

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Isn't that the whole point?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"No butt until after dinner," Orlando said. "Eat the chocolate."

Viggo opened his mouth and Orlando placed the confection on his tongue. Orlando made a soft little noise when Viggo's lips closed around his fingers, sucking gently before letting them go.

"That's the spirit," Orlando said. "By bedtime, we'll be so wound up, we'll come like… like…"

"Lions in heat?" Viggo suggested.

"You've been hanging around with Sean a little too much lately."

"Hey, at least he wouldn't make me wait until after supper for a shag."

"A shag?" Orlando's eyebrows shot up. "You really have been hanging with Sean too much. And if you're trying to make me jealous…"

"Of course not," Viggo said quickly. "You know Sean and I would never have sex without you."

"You'd better not."

"Here, eat some chocolate," Viggo said.

Orlando eagerly accepted the treat from Viggo's hand, licking the scarred fingers and continuing up to his wrist. Viggo cupped Orlando's cheek in his other hand and sighed expansively.

"That feels amazing," he said as his lover sucked at the inside of his elbow.

"I'm going to lick every inch of you before we go to bed." Orlando felt the shiver that ran through his lover and smiled wickedly up at him. "I like this Buddhist sex stuff."

"If you're trying to make me explode, you're on the right track."

"I know I'm not playing fair, but you did rather go on about all that Eastern philosophy when I wanted to get busy last night. I have to retaliate. It's a moral imperative, if I want to keep my self-esteem."

Viggo grinned. "If this is punishment, beat me, baby."

"Funny you should say that," Orlando opened a drawer, pulling out a dildo that would require a yardstick to measure it and slapped Viggo lightly on the cheek.

"Yikes," Viggo said, watching his lover smear the flexible phallus with melted chocolate. "And it's only breakfast-time."

The End.