Twelfth Nightfall
The man on the bed seems restless as he tried to sleep. It's Sunday night and his lover hasn't come home since yesterday.
Prama did not even notice the figure that watches his every uneasy move.
Beau walked towards the bed and stood next to it. He didn't speak a word.
He started undressing himself, taking off his black shirt then his black jeans. His boxers came off last. He made no sound at all.
Beau lifted the duvet off Prama's body. That's when the other man noticed Beau is in the room.
"Baby?" Prama whispered through his shock.
"Make love to me." Beau uttered emotionless as he hovered his body on top of the other man.
Prama pulled Beau's body down and began to kiss his mouth. Gently. Softly. His hands caressing Beau's raven hair and his soft and firm back.
