That balance always feels like walking a tightrope. I’ve dropped more than a few books where the plot just evaporates after chapter three, leaving a skeleton of sex scenes strung together by the flimsiest excuses. It’s boring, honestly.
What works for me is when the explicit content is a direct consequence of the plot, not a pause from it. Take something like 'The Ritual'—the supernatural horror and the characters' desperation create this raw, terrified intimacy that’s genuinely hot because it’s tied to their survival. The sex isn’t decorative; it’s a reaction, a weapon, or a breakdown. The plot has to earn those moments.
When it’s done right, you’re racing through the non-explicit parts too, because you’re invested in the stakes. The tension of will they is way better than the mechanics of how they.
It’s actually kind of simple: if you can skip the sex and the story falls apart, then the plot is actually doing its job.