Mine and His: A Tale of Two Cocks

Felipinho Souza

Felipinho Souza,Cauan Wink

The evening sun bled gold through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around his silhouette as he turned. His gaze, heavy with unspoken words, met mine, and the air in the room grew thick and warm. A slow smile touched his lips, a silent question I answered with a slight nod, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. He stepped closer, the space between us vanishing as his hand, warm and sure, came to rest gently on my jaw. His thumb traced the line of my cheekbone, a touch so tender it made my breath catch. I leaned into his palm, my eyes fluttering closed, surrendering to the profound safety of his presence. The scent of his skin, clean and familiar, wrapped around me like a second embrace. When I opened my eyes, I saw my own longing reflected back at me in the deep pools of his. He leaned his forehead against mine, our shared breaths mingling in the quiet space that belonged only to us. In that suspended moment, there was no yesterday or tomorrow, only the exquisite truth of our connection. The world fell away, leaving just the two of us, bound by something far deeper than mere flesh.