Maybe you, like me, recall a scene like this that you once had. I knew him, slept in the same bed, wanted to have sex with him, and knew he wanted to, but didn't make it clear to each other. So it was a night of excitement but caution. Suddenly he rolled over and put his arm around my waist, pretending to be unintentional, and I held my breath and said nothing. His hand slid slowly towards my sensitive area, and I bit my lip, not even daring to breathe casually. "He's about to touch it, he's about to touch it, I can't make a sound, I can't make a sound"...
This is called ambiguity, which is more worthy of contemplation and aftertaste than true passion.
Like Martin taking off his clothes and trousers for a shower in front of Eugenio, Eugenio made Martin feel the heartbeat of his bare chest. Everything I do has some indescribable but very cute little intentions. I hope to see you panicked but can't hide the excitement when I suddenly burst into the bathroom on my excuse; I enjoy the inner conflict when I peek at you changing underwear through the reflection; , but still want to see the little brother you play with when you pee; I hand you a Coke for a touchless physical intimacy for the sake of saliva unity.
These hints all contain naked but not intense eroticism. My lips were about to touch, and I could clearly feel the breath in your nostrils, but an inexplicable tension and fear of abruptness drew my head back. Then he dared to swallow his saliva forcefully, let out a long, quiet sigh of relief, and smiled secretly in the dark night. Looking at him on the opposite side, I thought to myself: "I'm fucking close to the mouth, you will die if you kiss it!"
Yes, it will die! Because the wonderful thing is not the kiss, but the contradiction of "want or not" and the so-called fate of "I know he has the same desire".
Had the film left Martin and Eugenio's remorse stopped abruptly, his lingering might have lasted longer. (personal opinion)
The wind in Argentina is always rolling with lazy cicadas. There are two naked and slightly chubby men on the lawn. Eugenio suddenly sat up, smiled, and lay down again. My life is too short, and The freedom of this summer is so long. A tacit and vague ambiguity grows secretly in this summer, exuding Qiongxiang.
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