His lips burn. Your own press against his so hard that you think they will break his jaw, but still his mouth fights back. His tongue attempts to launch an assault upon your tonsils, wielding his tongue stud as a club. You pull back, pushing his tongue away with your own. You kiss his lips, first lower and then upper.

You pull back from him, and then dive in again, your tongue tickling the side of his neck, migrates towards his ear. Your bodies grind together as you explore his ear with your tongue. Your naked bodies moving – throbbing as one. You pluck your tongue from his ear. You whisper. "Roll over".

You lift yourself from him, and he rolls. You sit between his legs, massaging yourself, taking in the view, taking in his exquisitely detailed body. This ex-marine's back is toned, tanned, & smooth. You lean forward, your hands moving first across his back; to be joined by your lips.

It moves within you, night given form. You bite down. He moans; whether in agony or ecstasy you cannot tell. The taste of blood, like an old penny, slides across your tongue.

You lose control. You don't even consider getting a condom. You barely pause to smear on the lube. You enter him. You enter him hard. You enter him fast. You force yourself into him, ripping his virginity away in an explosion of pain.

He arches his back, pushing himself up on his hands. A sound, half moan and half scream tears free his throat before he collapses again to the bed.

It moves in your chest, faster now. It beats against your ribs, and constricts around your heart. You gasp. You pump in and out of his ravaged hole. He moans; pain now replaced with pleasure, pump by pump.

Faster, harder, faster, harder, faster, harder... his moans in rhythm with your heart. A sound escapes your lips, guttural – but pleased. His body shudders. Your body shudders.

It shudders. It doesn't stop.

You continue to pump. Your innards melting, blurring, blending into him. He doesn't know what's happening, can't feel it. He turns his head to the side, a smile playing upon his face. You lay yourself flat upon his back, and kiss the corner of his mouth.

You push my arms against his back, trying to pull yourself free, but instead they plunge into his back as though it was mud, or quicksand. The bones of your hands grind against his ribs. The sound is awful. The nerve endings fuse with his own; you no longer feel your own hands, only his.

His eyes go wide at the sound of fusing bone. He gasps. He whispers, "What's happening?"

You don't respond, can't. You kiss the nape of his neck. The shuddering pleasure you feel intensifies. Your tongue and your lips melt into him. Your eyes run and melt past his hair, soaking into his scalp. For a moment you are nothing. You can't breathe. Your face is gone. Sound fades as your ears join in the convergence.

You feel it where your chest was, whispering, laughing in your mind.

Your brains touch. Your minds meet. Your thoughts run like water, pouring through the crevices of his mind. First there is confusion, and then... union.

You open your eyes. You're lying on the bed, on your stomach, alone. For a moment there is an unfamiliar object in your mouth, and then you remember your tongue stud. You rub it across your lips, remembering how good it feels.

You stand, running a hand down your naked body, feeling the toned muscles. You spent five years in the Marine Corps to get this body, and now it will serve you in ways it never served your country. You run a hand down your bicep, now thicker than it was just an hour before. You glance at the mess on the sheets of the bed. It'll be easier to throw them out then to try and clean them, the bed too.

You step into the bathroom to take a shower, and pause in front of the mirror, admiring your improved physique. You spend a few moments posing, caressing. You run the back of your hand across your face, feeling the stubble biting into it; you'll have to shave before going out.

It moves again, swimming through your anatomy, from chest to intestines. For a moment you can see it pressing against the already taught skin above your abs; a leering face, an octopus on acid. You blink, and it's gone again.

A shudder ripples the muscles of your back. Your spine shakes like a branch in a gale. You climb into the shower.