"Ti amo," he says, slowly, testing it carefully.
"Ti adoro," he goes on, breathing hard.
He's been through French already, Danish and Spanish. German is all guttural 'r's in the back of his throat, Italian flows from his lips like music.
"Ancora," he gasps. "Sbattimi, rompimi il culo, si..."
Sean pounds into him, not understanding the words but reading each and every one of Viggo's moans and cries.
Whatever Viggo says, in whatever language, however dirty, Sean always provides the rhythm to his lyrics.
translation:
Ti amo: I love you
Ti adoro: I adore you
Ancora: again
Sbattimi: fuck me (slam hard into me)
Rompimi il culo: break my ass
Si: yes