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.
Soft lamplight warms the duvet as they trade a look. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
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.
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.
