Trembling, he arches his back, moaning as the lithe body presses sharp hips into his abdomen, watching in satisfaction as he writhes in pleasure. The scent of skin, fragrant, intoxicating, if only he could just taste it...feeling his own body shudder, neck strained against the pillow. Sweet hair smothering his nose as velvet lips mouth at pale skin. Breath stuttering in his throat, fingers grasping, searching, for anything, anything, and one final rush of pure bliss.

Well, this is the start of a fic I am writing, what do you think of this little snippet?

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!