Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. Fingers trace calm paths along shoulders and hips. Heat builds by degrees, gathering in the folds of the sheets. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
Soft lamplight warms the duvet as they trade a look. They trade soft nods that say keep going. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Silence returns sweeter than before.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
A smile invites a kiss; the bed answers with a gentle give. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. A quiet wave carries them from careful to sure. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
Curtain light stretches across the bed and steadies the room. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
From a common love for the phase and locker-room lust as well as the high school wrestling team, the lads bond boners assemble till the young dudes are all set to rock.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. Sheets crease, then smooth with the next breath. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
Alright! You guys are going to get a kick out of this update of Barebackcasting. He gives everybody a chance, but Chris is different. He's here for work, but he's also here for Analsex.
