Senses

See

Long black hair nearly disappears into the dark blue fabric of the pillow, the boy's pale skin standing out against sheets of the same hue. Violet eyes stare blankly ahead. Peach lips part for a moment, falter in their movement, then close. Small fingers reach out to touch the one sitting silently next to him. The bed shifts as the man stands up, running a shakey hand through brown hair, cold blue eyes looking everywhere but at the boy. His hand goes to the floor, picking black pants up off the plush white carpet before slipping them on.

Smell

The room reaks of sweat and sex, a thick odour that devours the contents of the room as the brunette walks across it to open the window. A damp scent, like wet grass, wafts through the room gently, barely overcoming the heady smell of spent passion.

Hear

Rain drops hit the window sill with the tiniest of sounds, joining together to weave a soft melody that reminds the violet-eyed boy of a piano. A deep sigh leaves the older's lips as he leans against the wall, hitting it with a gentle thump. The younger stands from the bed, mattress creaking, the sheets wrapped around his naked body whispering as they brush against the plush carpet. He walks to the brunette, cautiously, holding his breath as the other breathes out deeply. Before he's closed the distance between them, the older twirls around quickly and wraps his arms around the boy's thin waist, yanking the younger to him. Two bodies crash to the floor, soft moans quickly replacing the sound of pouring rain.

Taste

Lips seek lips and tongues brush together. The man notes the hint of sugar in the younger's mouth, telling himself silently to remind the boy again about not eating sweets before dinner. The boy slides his tongue deeper into the wet cavern, savouring the bold combination of coffee and nicotine he finds in the other.

Feel

The brunette runs his hand across the younger's bare chest, slick with sweat from previous activites. The violet-eyed boy arches up into the caress, carpet rubbing roughly against his back as he does so. The man breaks the kiss to brush his lips against heated skin, fingers stroking sensitive flesh. The boy twines his fingers in the older's hair, yearning for more contact. Soft, wet lips surround him and his breath catches in his throat, hands moving from the other's head to the floor to claw desperately at the plush carpet with bitten-down nails. Strands of black hair stick to his sweat dampened cheeks as he bucks up, only half-aware of how much his ass will hurt later from rug burn, but that doesn't matter to him now as his chest swells up and his muscles tense, mind unable to form anymore coherent thoughts and he lets everything go in one big, satisfactory burst.