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Felipinho Souza
Felipinho Souza,Leo Alfredo
The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the quiet room, painting his silhouette in soft, golden light. His breath hitched as a warm hand found the small of his back, a touch that felt like a question and an answer all at once. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart beneath my palm, a wild drum echoing my own frantic pulse. His eyes, dark pools of wanting, held mine with an intensity that stripped away all pretense, leaving only raw, vulnerable truth. A gentle thumb traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine, each one a whispered promise. He leaned in, and the world narrowed to the space between our lips, a breath away from a collision of souls. When we finally met, it was not a conquest but a surrender, a slow, melting together that tasted of hope and salt. My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring me against the dizzying tide of emotion that threatened to pull me under. A soft sigh escaped him, a sound of pure, unguarded feeling that vibrated against my skin, speaking volumes without a single word. In that suspended moment, we were not two men, but simply two hearts beating in a perfect, silent, and desperate harmony.
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