The passion of Michel & Alejandro

Under the dim light of the moon, Alejandro walked alongside Michel through the forest, a hidden corner where the whispers of the wind seemed to be accomplices of their growing connection. They had been feeling that undeniable spark for weeks, and that night everything seemed to lead them toward something inevitable.

They stopped by a clearing, where the sky opened to reveal twinkling stars as witnesses to their moment. Alejandro looked at Michel intensely, his eyes reflecting the silver glow of the night.

—Do you realize how perfect this is? —murmured Alejandro, his voice laden with emotion.

—The only perfect thing here is you —responded Michel as he moved closer, placing a hand on his cheek.

The contact ignited a current that flowed through both of them. Slowly, Michel pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that began softly but soon turned urgent, as if they had been waiting a lifetime for that moment.

Alejandro dropped the backpack he was carrying, caring for nothing but the warmth of Michel's body next to his. Michel's fingers explored Alejandro's skin as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt while his lips slid toward his neck, leaving a trail of fire with every caress.

The tall grass and dry leaves became an improvised bed as they both fell to the ground, their bodies intertwined. Alejandro's hands ventured over Michel's torso, stripping him of his shirt as he savored every sigh that escaped his lips.

—I didn’t know desire could feel like this —confessed Alejandro between gasps, getting lost in the scent of pine and damp earth that filled the air.

—Desire is just the beginning —replied Michel before capturing his lips again, this time with a more voracious passion, filling the clearing with sounds of skin against skin and ragged breaths.

That night, under the stars, Michel and Alejandro let their bodies speak beyond words, exploring a budding love and a passion that would completely consume them.

When the first light of dawn appeared among the trees, Alejandro held him tightly, whispering in his ear:

—If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

Michel smiled, caressing his face.

—This isn’t a dream. It's just you and me, as it should be.