A steady tremolo (tr) disquieted the room, rippling out from their touched skin onto the bed, then onto the floor. An ambient mezzo piano (mp) commanded that Naush hold his breath, forcibly containing all that heaving by tightening his chest. Barely did he have space to wiggle at ease; their bodies and limbs were interlaced, tied up like a knot. Neither dared disturb this chapter.
Vic’s lips brushed across Naush’s bare chest so softly it felt like a gust of spring breeze blowing by, fondling gently the blooming flower patches flourishing along the trail of his breath. Goosebumps suddenly budded from Naush’s waist down, climbing up his spine. He involuntarily arched his back like a bow, his curled feet further latching onto Vic’s hips, and his body folded onto himself. He shuddered in staccato (•); an indiscernible gasp escaped his lips. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s just me,” Vic picked up on it, pressing a gentle grin into Naush’s cheek.
How many times could one lose his virginity? With others, every abating ecstasy brought out in Naush a nonchalant sigh, weathering his body and withering his soul. But with Vic, every moment of insurmountable elation provoked in Naush brand new senses, refreshing his tired sensory receptors and blasting open new meridian channels he knew not existed in him. He felt newly disvirgined and blossoming each time, yet and again.
He just wanted more, something to plug the insatiable blackhole collapsing into itself under its weight and sucking in everything in sight. And he knew that Vic was the same, another spherical heap of remnants from a passionate supernova explosion spinning frenetically in this vicious void. Vic’s gaze looked kind of frenetic and vicious right now, Naush thought as they locked eyes. It took his reflection in Vic’s ferociously gleaming pupils for Naush to recognize his own frenzied state.
So they hurtled towards each other, gravitating to the center for a pending collision. Naush wrapped his arms around Vic’s neck as Vic secured Naush in his embrace. For too long were they stranded apart from any other celestial objects, always the outlaws too mysterious to be spotted and too disastrous to interact with. Hence, the unison in their vibration, reverberating across space and time, felt almost apocalyptic, that they defied the odds and became one system. Their spinning synchronized in tempo and dynamics, now set on a course with cocksureness.
Vic repeatedly whispered into Naush’s earlobe as he went in further; his words, his breath, his smell, and his tremolo (tr) kept accentuating over an accelerating crescendo (<). Naush nipped on Vic’s ear to draw his attention back. As the blackholes glared viscerally at each other, exposing a depth beyond the event borders all the way to the galaxies at opposing ends of the universe, Naush mouthed to Vic, “Come closer; it’s okay. It’s just us. It’s just us.” Vic’s eyes widened as they struck the deepest cord in each other.
Together, they vibrato-ed in a fucking fortissimo (ff).