His Little Flower (Boy x Boy)

His small frame clung to my bare chest. He was so warm, and quiet. Like a flower. We were on the edge now, and he was terrified out of his fragile human mind. Keeping him close to me, we fell backward, and barely touched the waving mass of water. Oh, his bright brown eyes... Wide with fear; I continued to hold him close. And just like that, we flew away.

I woke up from the same dream from months ago. It was always the same dream every summer and winter. I'm never able to remember his name; he never said it. The only things that I know of my star-crossed mate are his eyes, a bright brown, and body shape. A small frame, tiny waist, a bubble butt, rosy cheeks, sandy brown hair, and wide, round eyes.