My bag is slung over my shoulder as I make my way through the convention center. Fortunately, it's not as heavy as it would have been a few years ago, mostly due to the fact that I can afford a hotel room now where most of the equipment can be stored. Something about conventions just turns them into a separate world from the outside. I reckon it's a combination of the smells of anything from a tasteful cologne or perfume to the occasional tinge of something sickly sweet, or an assortment of fast foods. Of course, to me the biggest difference is that you're here. Currently, however, you're quite preoccupied with the line slowly advancing to your stand. Person by person, photo by photo and autograph by autograph the line shrinks, but there's no way you could get to everyone.

I give you a gentle tap on the back, greeting you with a smile. I then tap my wrist to remind you of the time.

The springs in the bed creak slightly, and it's no surprise with what they're being exposed to. I see one of your hands running through your hair as you hop up and down on top of me, your knees digging into the mattress on every downthrust.

The room smells clean, like any hotel room at first, the sort of clean smell that sits in your nose and cools it. However, that smell is slowly being wrestled down and fought off by the slowly spreading group of odors associated with the form of primal mating currently being engaged in. From the sweat of exertion to the cologne and perfume in it's futile attempt to overpower all others.

I can hear your moans slowly rising in intensity, your upper body suddenly tipping forward, your hands landing on either side of my shoulders. The intensity of both the movements and the noises forced from both of us builds, my hands holding onto your hips tightly.

Suddenly I feel your contractions increase in both frequency and power, your hips landing deep one last time. A moment of silence before the moans, previously ones of exertion and harshness, turn to ones of relaxation and pure ecstasy. I lean my head back and exhale, starting to throb and pulsate, the first few spurts violently powerful before turning to calmer ones.

You seem to be coming down from cloud nine just around the same time as me, as you collapse on top. One of my arms finds it's way up to your back, gently caressing you.

Still somewhat out of breath I manage a gentle mutter. "Good thing you're on the pill. Wouldn't want to have to pull out and stain that outfit. We've only finished half the shoot."

Hello DPP, so this is my first post which isn't a sappy, sorry mess of a prompt.

First of all, a lot of the elements I would like to explore with this would depend on my partner, but immediately I would be thinking of things like forbidden love, romance, Character development and perhaps some polyamory.

As for kinks, I made this handy chart for you all: https://i.imgur.com/djwi9ch.png

Have a nice evening everyone.