In a silent motion, he hovered over the other's body, their figure a mere silhouette in the unlit room. Though poor lighting did no justice when his hands had memorized every curvature and sensitive part of them. Blindly, his hands went towards their wrists, gripping in an unintentional tightness that stemmed from the need of their energy, their warmth. The close proximity had begun to build up tension between the two, a silent beg to feel more of them. A gasp could be heard from within the shared space between them, their lips soon being stolen into a heated exchange as he pressed on. The rustling of their clothes and slow grind of their hips became all that filled the room, heavy breathing, frustration in the shakiness of their hands. It was a desperate race to connect, to create a mixture of their cosmic energy in the most sacred kind of intimacy.