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The whisper of a breath on damp skin tingles every nerve ending he never realize existed till then, a brush of velvet on slightly chapped lips had his heart beat a ridiculous tattoo and his knees weakened as firm fingers curl around the base of his neck as another hand pull him close by the waist.

He knew he is a goner as he drowned in the sensations, barely holding onto his rational brain as his sensors are overloaded with him and only him. 

Lips joined another, bodies pressed tight together, it is almost impossible to see where one ended and another began in the dark of the night only illuminated by the shy caress of the half moon. As limbs curls around another, eyes stares deep into each other's souls asking and answering, the tender moment graced by loving smiles were broken as a wicked rock of the hips against the other had both groaning aloud at the sharp pleasure running through their veins.

They started the slow journey which soon became tempestuous as both give and take of equal accord of another, reaching and pulling for the peak that is just within their reach. He bites down hard on the sinewy shoulder as he climaxes hard between them.

His eyes flew open as he shudders and recovers from the almost violent climax. Lying on his back, he brushes away the angry tears that came out without permission. He had already lost the other.

Of his own accord.

How pathetic is it to dream of the other now?

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