Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
Curtain light stretches across the bed and steadies the room. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Sheets crease, then smooth with the next breath. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
His own milky goo! isn't far behind, pulling out and wanking off to launch his load over his buddy's back and bringing their threesome to a sticky finish.
