RIM4K. We were too wet to resist fucking each other

He didn't come home seeking adventure. All he desired was some peace, dim lighting, and perhaps leftovers that hadn't gone cold twice already. Her first touch was warm, experienced, gentle - all thumbs and rhythm and heat sinking into his back, as though it had been anticipating this moment all week. A second pair of eyes watched. Then another set of hands joined in. He didn't ask why - didn't need to.