Late at Night, All Alone
So erm... yeah... take it as you will.
Late at night.
All alone.
A trembling hand.
A desperate plea.
A cry of pain.
A moan of pleasure.
Smashed against the cotton sheets, two bodies mingle, mixed with sweat. An epitome of male beauty, created in a single act; a single night.
A simultaneous gasp, a pleasure-induced high, and...
it's all over –panting induces.
The after effects wear off. It's not long before one is up and moving in a haste. Gathering scattered clothes off the ground, he's dressed before you know it. Vacant eyes scan the room, finally landing on the bed's inhabitant in a lingering gaze. A blank expression – a noh mask of sorts – and he's off. His eyes said it all.
This has to stop.
A slam of the door accompanied with a the swish of black cloth, and lonely silence ensues. But it's not like it matters – Nobodies can feel nothing, anyways.
But it would happen again – they both knew it was ultimately inevitable (no matter how many times they tried to stop). With a shrug the sole occupant of the white-washed room fell back onto the sweat soaked sheets and slept.
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