What Viggo tells himself started as a move to extricate himself from Orlando's surprisingly strong grasp on his neck, ends with the two if them clasping hands at Viggo's hairline, and one or both of them leaning further in.

Viggo lightly rests his lips on Orlando's for a moment, feeling the intake of breath there. Orlando arches up and throws a leg around Viggo's waist and draws him nearer. A sudden flush at the contact, and the bandit steals Viggo's breath this time. He has the fleeting thought that he may be entirely too sober for this.

All further contemplation is squelched by circular undulated electricity flowing through Orlando's tongue, to Viggo's teeth, downward along his spine, settling somewhere at the base with a faint almost visible glow.

"My god," Orlando doesn't recognize this tone as one he's used before. He pulls away only the absolute necessary distance for oxygen, and shivers.