We stay up late, laying next to each other- nude- on our stomachs. You’re propping yourself up a little on your elbows and I’m pillowing my head in crossed arms, listening to you quietly. You talk of outer space, and how scientists can tell what elements and gases are in the atmospheres of different planets and stars. I interrupt you softly.
“But what does it all matter?”
You turn to me with a smile, scooting closer. I roll over on instinct and you bring an arm over me, holding your chest above mine with our eyes and lips aligned.
“Human beings are endlessly in search of knowledge,” you state it like a fact.
“I’m not,” I bring a hand up to your hair. You lean down and kiss me.
“You are. There’s all sorts of kinds of knowledge.”
I’m not in the mood for philosophy. Your cock looks about ready to go again if I give you a nice bit of head though. You can read my intent in the way I lick my lips, and you move off me, spreading your legs as I reorient myself between them.