Prequel to a Smut

Title: Prequel to a Smut
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It started... with a kiss.

A kiss, so soft, like two roses gently nudging one another... no, it was nothing like that. No dainty metaphors, no pink petals, just two mouths of flesh and spit meshing together in the preliminary steps to lust. Just lips on lips, tongue on tongue. A kiss, nothing more, and it could've ended there, could've been a goodnight kiss, a goodbye kiss, a see you in the morning kiss.

"Come up for a nightcap."

"You mean sex."

"We could have a drink afterwards, if you insist."

Groping as they clamber up the stairs, pausing by the light switch for so long they have to press it a second time. Another kiss, and another. One man fumbles for the keys in his pocket, while the other fumbles in the first one's pockets for no good reason at all.

"Just... a minute... There."

"Managed to stick it in?"

He spares a moment to glare before turning the key and opening the door. They walk inside and he locks the door behind them and turns back. And.

"Where were we?"

"Right... Here."

Another kiss, but this time two bodies press flush against one another, against the doorframe. This time the contact isn't only mouth on mouth, it's everything on everything. One starts undoing his shirt buttons. The other helps out, eager. They pause to kiss again, can't get enough of one another's taste. There's so much this simple gesture can say. I want you. Not that it isn't obvious.

They make it to the bedroom. A dark red shirt is left solitary by the front door.


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