Understood Question
The room is dark.
Almost pitch black.
The only light in the room comes from the miniscule area of window where the curtain is pushed away, allowing the moon to peek through.
The small triangle of light rests on her bare shoulder.
Cloudy triangle.
A sudden, quick [moaning] noise breaks the previous silence.
Her bottom lip is caughttightbetween her teeth.
Stops the [moaning] noise.
He whispers her name, an understood [comment formed] question between them.
She nods softly.
Raven hair falls away from her shoulders.
Lands on his chest.
He can't see her nod, can't feel it, can't hear it.
But he knows it occurred.
The hot, formerly unmoving air in the room shifts.
The triangle disappears from her shoulder.
Pitch black.
Another whispered name.
This time, his.
It's not the understood [comment formed] question.
Just a whisper.
He doesn't nod.
No need.
She knows.
It's not a question, not an answer.
But she knows.
He rolls her over, her exposed back tingling from sudden contact with silksheets.
He himself turns.
Straddles.
Bends down.
Thumb connects with lips.
Teeth open.
Lip comes out.
Teeth close.
No more [moaning] noises.
Hands.
Her hands.
His back.
Her hands, his back.
She digs.
He winces.
She hears it.
She whispers his name.
That understood [comment formed] question.
He nods.
Good.
It's good.
Sweat.
Sticky, salty.
Stickyslimy on silksheets.
Her back sticks.
It doesn't matter.
His back bleeds.
Not much.
Tender little droplets.
Soft, red waterdrops.
She closes her eyes.
His bottom lip is caughttightbetween his teeth.
Quickquickquick.
There.
There.
It's done.
Her hands slide.
Away from his back.
Fingers dotted with red waterdrops.
He pushes himself up.
It's done.
Their nightly session, once again.
Is done.
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A/N: Understand, I don't mean this to be dom/sub or sadomasochism or anything, even if that's the way it sounds. It's totally consensual and not like that at all.