The hamper towered on above them, reflecting the streaks of streetlights that slipped through Mateo’s curtains in its cool white plastic. The lowest aeration holes were at Farrow’s chest level and Patty’s shoulders. Oblong, and just about the width of Farrow’s torso.

Farrow shot her a grin. “See?”

“You’re crazy if you think I can lift myself through that.”

“Okay, well…” He glanced around. Mateo had missed a shot. “Here.” He hefted up the sock by its ankle and bunched it up in front of an entrance. 

She huffed, but stripped off her clothes and stepped up anyways. Patty awkwardly shoved herself through the piled fabric up to her chest, tits hanging over the edge, and gave a little hop. Her body tipped into the wall of clothing and down, then stopped. “OW!” she yelled. “SHIT!”

Farrow laughed and extended a groping hand. “Butt’s too big.”

“Help me!” She kicked back at him until he relented. Farrow lifted her around her torso and pushed in. Finally, she made it through, with a few little kicks as her feet disappeared into the piles. As soon as she settled, the stink was a real punch in the face. Real sharp, real gross. Pits and bad breath left to mingle and rot all week. 

Farrow took his clothing off as well and followed with a quick jump. “That wasn’t hard,” he teased. 

Patty groped around in the dark for him and socked him in the chest. “You’ve got no meat! I don’t wanna hear it!” He laughed and smacked her back. “It stinks in here,” she said. 

“Yeah, that’s the point. Come on, we can climb up.”

It took them a moment to figure out how to navigate as the fabrics gave under their hands and feet every time they tried to claw up. Patty finally figured that they need to climb up along the wall, using the holes for grips. The plastic pressed sharply into their skin. They tried to be quick with it.

They surfaced and had a much easier time navigating the top of the clothing pile. “This is better,” she decided. “Yeah, way more subtle.”

Farrow tackled her, shoving her facedown into the laundry. “No! No subtlety!” She squealed and kicked. “You said you wanted to get it !”

“How’m I supposed to get it if you’re shoving my face into it?”

“What, you wanted to hang out near his dirty laundry?”

“No, Farrow, I wanted you to fuck me!”

He paused. “Oh,” he said, “Okay, yeah, fine.” He relented and let her turn herself back up. Farrow gave her a sheepish grin. He slid his fingers along the back of her scalp and came in for a soft kiss.

Patty responded much more appreciatively to that. She held his waist and kissed him back, crawling into his lap and wrapping her legs around his. Farrow fell back and slipped into a gap, causing them both to collapse back under a landslide of fabric. 

They laughed. “What’s on top of us?” Patty asked.

Farrow groped above him. “Um… t-shirt, I think.”

She pulled the fabric down and buried her face into it. Wood, leather, spices. “Mm… that’s my favorite cologne.”

Farrow grabbed at it with both hands and coccooned them in, soaking the scent right into their skin. They kissed and allowed their movements to to bury them deeper. Farrow moved to her neck. She pressed herself into him, nestling her head on top of his, grasping at his hair and running her fingernails down his scalp. He shuddered and groaned.

They took their time there, gasping and grunting quietly. Farrow’s lips explored her neck and her shoulders. When he sucked at her skin and his fingers gripped her hips in perfect conjunction, she desperately clawed at his head, something he took as a reward in itself. 

Patty grinded against his pelvis. He took her hips and guided her onto his cock. She let out a low, quiet moan and gyrated onto him.

Farrow attempted to hump back against her, but with no support from below, any movement forward of his hips just seemed to send his upper half backwards. “Dammit,” he breathed. “I c-can’t thrust.”

“Oh, baby, lemme do all the work.” 

As she rode him, clothes parted and slipped away underneath them until they came to rest in a cradle of something soft and a little slippery. Patty pressed herself tight against him, tucking her face into her much taller husband’s chest. She ground her hips into his in slight, intentional movements, not allowing their flesh to separate, with tiny grunts and huffs on each motion.

“You do like it, don’t you?” he muttered.

She stopped. “Huh?”

Farrow laughed. “We’re in his briefs right now. It’s really, really strong.”

“Oh.” She blearily raised her head, tenting the fabric above her, and took a moment to breath. Dense, savory, sour, aged. Her favorite leathery cologne, Farrow’s favorite sick sweet perfume, hormones and salt. “Oh, god.”

“You didn’t notice?”

“I-I did, I just wasn’t thinking about it.” She giggled. “Oh, maybe I do like it.”

He slid his hands up and groped her chest. “That raw, animal musk? Pure sex?”

“You’re so horny.” Patty ground back against his cock. “It’s… it’s relaxing. Isn’t it?”

Farrow softened and turned his head to the side, pressing his nose against the cupped fabric below. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

The ground shuddered. Patty’s eyes fluttered and were struck with with harsh, direct light. Her face was pressed against a wall of the hamper, right next to a hole and exposed to the sun. Farrow was still asleep on top of her. Oh, shit, it was just supposed to be a few minutes of shut-eye before they went back to their own bed. What time was it?

The ground kept shuddering. She looked up. Mateo was back from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, dick swinging free. She blushed and redirected her attention back to Farrow. “Hey, morning, chief.”

He hummed and nuzzled his face against her collarbone. 

“Why’d you let me fall asleep, huh?”

Still half-conscious: “Why’d I let you?”

Their light vanished. Both looked out the port to a hairy shin directly in front of them. 

“Not a single pair of clean underwear,” Mateo boomed above. “Oh well. Guess I’ll have to make do.”

In the dim lighting she could just barely see Farrow roll his eyes. Mateo reached in and dug around wildly, smashing them into the plastic and then compressing them under several times their weight. He “finally” grasped his target underwear by the band and tugged it out with them trapped inside and quickly pulled it on, far faster than they could attempt to wriggle away. They found themselves trapped on opposite sides of his soft package, legs pressed against his balls and faces squeezed into his shaft. 

Mateo cupped his groin and bounced it in his hand. “Damn, I’m big,” he muttered.

“Oh, shut up!” Patty snapped. 

He chuckled and collapsed back onto his mattress. From the outside, Mateo stroked along his cock, pressing them in and releasing as his hand moved up and down their bodies. He quickly stiffened and his hand slipped in. His fingertips traveled along their bodies, following their curves and bones down. As he passed them, he shifted his focus down to his own head, rubbing his pointer and thumb along his ridge and frenulum.  

Patty and Farrow wrapped their arms over him with their legs tucked along the crease between thigh and scrotum. Patty smiled at Farrow across the shaft and peppered kisses along Mateo’s base.

“We should not be rewarding this,” Farrow muttered.

“Oh quiet, it’s fun.”

Farrow shook his head, but joined her regardless. He dragged his tongue up Mateo’s length and ran a hand down on the underside. The veins pulsed under his hands. 

Mateo’s rubbing increased, then slowed to a strong, even milking, and his hips lurched forward. He relaxed back. The spurt of cum took its time soaking into the polyester. A drip hit Patty’s foot and she yelped and tugged away. Farrow grinned at her.

“Oh, god!” Mateo said. He tugged his waistband loose. “Patty and Farrow? What on Earth are you two doing in there?”

Farrow pulled himself out and tumbled down onto the mattress, leaning back against Mateo’s thigh. “Bein’ pervs.”

“Okay, but actually why were you asleep in my underwear?”

Patty giggled as she crawled out onto his belly. “Farrow was helping me ‘get’ the whole musk thing.”

“So do you get it?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

He grinned and fell back onto the mattress with his hands on his face. “Oh, fuckin’ ridiculous. C’mere.” Mateo gathered them in his hands and brought them to rest on his bare chest. “It’s-it’s a fun morning surprise. I like seeing you around. But I worry you’re gonna appear under my feet one day.”

“That’s hot,” Farrow said.

He giggled. Mateo glanced over at the alarm clock on top of his dresser and gasped. “Oh, shit, it’s like 8:30.”

Patty looked up. “I thought it was Sunday.”

“It’s─ you idiots, your kids are gonna wake up!”

Both swore and started up immediately. They struggled to clamber off his soft torso and dashed across the mattress.

“Sure you don’t want a ride?” Mateo offered. 

Farrow was already on the floor and gunning for their discarded clothing. Patty tended to hesitate before big dives like this. She turned back to Mateo and waved him off. “We’ve got shortcuts! Love you!”

He bit down a grin. “Love you too…”

She leapt after her husband. Mateo gave them a moment to go before he mashed his face against his pillow and giggled hysterically. Today was gonna be a good day.