Melody

005. Melody

Word count: 116

prompt

Paul’s lips were plump and red, like a strawberry cut in half. One of John’s favourite activities was (of course) to kiss them. He’d slid the flesh between his teeth, recognize their texture, and then he’d bite them carefully, pressing enough for Paul to let go a little, almost inaudible cry of pleasure. The fragile melody would vibrate over John’s mouth, warm, unnoticed, muffled by the sound of husky whispers and loud breathings, by a belt being loosened and fingers tracing skins. It’d stay there, Paul’s sinful sob, lingering between them for just a second, and then it’d vanish in the same spot in which both mouths would violently smash.

And so John would bite again.