Mechanical

Mechanical

Brandon Lazovic

               

                His heart was throbbing in his chest, the steady beat pounding against his rib cage. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump. Blood was rushing throughout his body as he moved rhythmically without much thought. It was almost emotionless, without much passion. The only sound that he could hear were his own ragged breaths intermingled with her pleasure filled ones. Her nails dug into his bare back, leaving red marks that he would never see. His body was stiff, tense, focused on that one motion. Their hips grinded into each other more forcefully with each and every thrust, the creaking of the bed joining into the moans uttered from her mouth. A cacophony of passion fallen upon deaf ears. She tilted her head back, lower lip clenched by her pearly teeth, eyes tightly shut as pleasure flashed upon her imagination, painting a silent picture on a black portrait. He continued to look on, his mind completely blank. The only thing that he was aware of was his phallus, pulsating and hard. Even the shallow pleasure that he could feel was numbed by his indifference. He pushed harder, the rocking of the bed and louder moans adding to the impromptu melody being created.

                They were both coming close now, her hips moving up and down in a more erratic pattern. He tried keeping pace, but couldn’t quite match hers. They were arrhythmic, no longer one. Separate entities vying for their own gains. The little enjoyment that he had was now gone and the thought of taking hers away flashed upon his mind. He didn’t go through with it and pressed harder, his hands gripping into her shoulders just as hers sank into the flesh of his back, pulling him closer. She screamed in bliss, colors flashing across her vision, all sound distant and her mind focused on the singular, immense pleasure that she felt. As she was lost in her own world he felt a sharp climax, his phallus distinct for one final moment before softening. He stared off into the corner, unfeeling, devoid of emotion. Just as quickly as it had begun it ended and her grip slackened, her arms plopping onto the bedspread without control. He rolled off beside her, his hands tucked behind his head. As her breathing returned to normal she nestled up beside him, her head in the crook of his shoulder, arm wrapped around his chest and leg crossed over his thighs. She could feel his heart beat and he could feel hers. She was everything that he could never be, but loving was the most prominent one. Where she was light, he was darkness. Where she was whole, he was broken. Where her heart still vibrantly beat, his died long ago, shattered beyond repair. In a way they were two sides of the same coin; she was alive, while he was mechanical.