The sound of a car stopping, a door opens, closes, a set of footsteps make their way to the dimly lit bedroom.
A jingle and a thud, he drops his stuff on the desk and proceeds to take his shoes off. A glance at the bed where she’s busy with her phone, sprawled out naked. She looks at him as he stands up, starts taking off his shirt. Button by button down, and with one smooth motion he takes it off and puts it on the hanger. A tattoo on his bicep, broad shoulders, a bunch of white hair on amid the black hair on his chest. He unbuttons his pants, his hips wiggle gently and he slides out of them. Then goes the underwear. A firm round butt, with dimples and he goes to wash his hands, his face.
He walks back into the dark bedroom, sits at the edge of the bed. His legs apart, he cracks his knuckles, arches his neck, and takes a deep breath.
And there they are, two hands tracing his broad shoulders, her hands. She rubs his shoulder cap, a kiss at the back of his neck. She ruffles his hair, she rubs his chest and keeps kissing spots along the way.