The sounds of fucking

Yesterday Marius was in the best mood I’ve seen him in for days.

Because he’s leaving for Spain next week.

Here in Prague, with me, he only behaves like a reasonably content human being when he’s hanging out with Ovi-2, when we’re watching DVDs, and in bed, where he transforms from a sullen, opinionated, Prague-hating dandy into a playful, laughing, horny sex-nymph.

He’s hardly recognizable as the same person.

Get a couple beers in him — and I do mean a couple; he’s . . .

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