From a work in progress

There’s music playing and she’s on top of him. The room ornate or maybe just old. She’s going down on him and his cock is a lot bigger than you’d think it would be on such a skinny cute guy, and he’s smiling and holding her head gently while it bobs. He puts his arms behind his head and opens his legs a little a more but grins because I guess he realises that he probably looks a little too much like he’s in the middle of a porno even though this isn’t a real porn film just something they’re making so they can masturbate together at a later date. He moves one arm out from behind his head and it stops like it’s in freeze frame and he can’t decide whether to stroke her hair or put his hand back and just carry on looking dumb and self consciously porno like he was already.

There’s a chest of wooden drawers next to the bed with a glass full of beads on top; fake pearls and emeralds. The mirror has a fancy frame and the wallpaper is golden with embossed white flower patterns that repeat until they’re obscured by a large cupboard with glass doors that are reflecting something that stops you seeing what’s inside. His hands are behind his head again and her face is right in front of his and they’re smiling at each other. He moves his hands and takes off her underwear, slips in down her thighs until she has to manoeuvre herself and basically step out of them. They kiss and then move so that she gets to lie down with him on top of her, he takes off his boxers fully as they switch places and the song has either changed subtly or there’s an incoherent techno break kicking in that feels out of place because before that I’m sure the music was … country? I can’t remember so that means it can’t matter much.