A pillow hits the floor and rolls. the taller partner meets the lithe Asianguy at the side of the bed, and They crash into a hard kiss and don't apologize. Breath shortens until sentences are impossible. The room smells like skin and effort. They choose speed over talk and it fits them both. Sweat maps new routes across shoulders. Control changes hands a few times on purpose. They grin at the ceiling like they won something.
