Well. I can't quite decide what this is exactly. I blame it on not wanting to do homework. I also blame it on having a head that feels like someone poured treacle in it.
It's dark outside, the moon huge and shining in the sky, peeking in through cracks in the curtains. Light-fingered beams tickle flesh as it collapses to the bed twice over. Tan against white. Whispers. Susurrations dancing around the walls, bouncing back to the bed, to the moonlight, to the people who started them. And overlaying that, the rhythm of breath, of panting, intermingled with whispers and the sound of springs creaking.
A brief interlude of soft sounds as clothes are stripped off and discarded, and the piece starts once again. A hoarse cry followed by another forms the melody, as the panting increases pace. Springs groan and creak in protest as the allegro rhythm snatches everything up and forces it along, adding in more whispers, louder whispers, little screams and cries of pleasure.
And then, a descant: "Kai!" And it moves on, andante, andante, and then the speed and the descant rise again. "God, Kai!"
"Rei..." Finally, a tenor reply, and the music crashes around them, emotion and sound swirling along with touch and taste. It goes on faster, breath and springs and voices building up to one sweet and final crescendo.
Two cries shatter the air, and the music comes crumbling down into a fumble of arms and legs and whispered affections.
The only thing left to wonder is...will there be an encore?
It's not my fault, I swear!
...R&R, but any flames that happen this way shall be used as a cheap method of toasting my crumpets.