The muffled breathing left the mouth of the weakened body: Teeth holding that blanket, sweat in the eyes before the tears, and head throbbing while the hand does all the damage. The separate body on, is beautiful. Along with the rest who layed on. And he's now hacking it all up in the bin under the bed. That same finger that helped do the damage under the covers then did more damage down the esophagus.
"Are you ready?" They both said at the same time

Heavy breath through the blanket while eyes sweat some more. Breathing through the nose like a raging bull while eyes kept at the ceiling. The face on top was just as beautiful as the last. Back to force vomit down and out.
"Are you ready?"