Marik rode Bakura. The overhead light caught each drop of sweat and transformed them into chips of amber sliding down Marik's garam masala colored skin. Bakura watched Marik's serpentine movements, moaning in ecstasy as Marik writhed above him.
The gold adorning Marik's arms and throat flashed in the light as well. Bakura noticed a glimmer as one of Marik's earrings broke free and arched down onto Bakura's face. He closed his eyes just as he felt the weight of the earring land on top of his lid.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Marik covered his mouth, mostly to mute his laughter.
"What the fuck, Marik?" Bakura pulled the earring away from his face.
"I'm sorry!" Marik laughed harder, hard enough to have to stop moving his hips because his abs shook too hard.
But they were used to setbacks and it never could stop either one of them from striving towards their goal.