the smell of sweat and the sound of heavy breathing filled the air.
they were making love at the crack of dawn.
their breathing pace got faster and faster until everything stopped.
nobody could hear them.
the lights were dimmed to set the tone, the red sheets seeming much darker.
while mark laid on the bed, gun rolled his hips back and forth.
they were caught up in the moment.
nothing could bother them when they were together.
they weren't perfect.
but they loved each other dearly.
gun's moans gradually got louder and louder.
mark dominated the older boy as he watched his lover that moaned in immense pleasure.
they did this on a daily basis, their relationship consisting of love making.
but they somehow never got tired of it.
they somehow never got tired of each other.
"..i...i'm close mark..." gun said quietly.
mark held gun, snapping his hips back and forth into his lover.
heavy breathing.
small laughs.
all done.
over.
