Grunting, gasping, bleeding lips. Pushing and grinding hips against hips. Sweaty hands clawing up and down the raw skin of each other's backs. Croaked screams escaping crusted mouths. The room lay heavy with fog. The floors and bed creaked with the pressure. Everything was perfect. It couldn't be going any better..
And then, by Murdoc having the most incredibly terrible string of luck, he awoke.