Entertainment
To be honest Ash had never really understood the appeal of porn. He was well aware many people hid magazines under their beds, sneaked in videos to watch and spend more time than necessary surfing on websites that were true up to their names, yet he couldn't help but wonder why they got all excited over something so... so forged.
From what Ash had seen – and he hadn't even seen much – women were always wearing makeup, both them and men had their hair perfectly in order, and their faces were supposed to reflect passion yet sweat seemed to be banned into deepest bits as peoples' skin were always smooth and dry as porcelain. They always had more camera angles than one could imagine for penetration, while any attempt trying to find even slightest glance of honest feelings were doomed from the start. No flushed faces, no passionate kisses, nothing. If anything, it all looked as if couple of dolls were just grinding against each other. And whether Ash should have blamed his slow hormones or the fact he was happily in a satisfying relationship, he had never felt any interest towards this form of entertainment.
Perhaps because he knew better.
With Gary, he had experienced pleasures of life that no porn could ever even come close to; their hair were all but in order, drops of sweat running down their backs as passion, lust, and love filled all their senses. There was no sign of porcelain skin as Ash – lost in and surrendered to mindless pleasure – scratched Gary's back, leaving red marks all over his skin while moaning against the brunet's neck; pleas for harder, faster and just more. Hair glued to their faces, strangled gasp escaping Ash's mouth as Gary bit against his shoulder, the brunet trying to keep himself grounded even for a bit longer, his thrusts frantic and breathing out of control as he moved inside the younger boy.
Ash would throw his head back as Gary'd hit the right notes inside him, while Gary'd arch against the feel of Ash's fingers scraping over his back. There would be no camera men, no funny angles or pretended lust – just them, sex, fun, and pure, real passion accompanied by whispers of love, soft laughter and cries of pleasure.
Indeed, Ash had never understood the appeal of porn, and was well aware he never would. Not when he had something real instead.
This short drabble was inspired by facing many nsfw gifs on Tumblr, and how they reminded me of the dull porn I had seen sometimes.