The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
Time to taste me - now that's an invitation any male would fine hard to resist, especially as the boys who are offing themselves are gorgeous, hard-bodied babes.
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.
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.