He was the dark, fiery heat on my skin. His deep gaze and sultry whispers, the heat of man burning hot in the silent dark of night. We were two men driven by instinct, passions unleashed, embraced by a raw, throbbing heat. No longer were we restrained by the daylight, all opportunity was fully embraced in every deep, passionate kiss.
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The night air was thick with a damp heat. He could feel it against his skin, the rivulets of sweat caressing the curves of his body. The stars twinkled above him, and he felt that if he touched them, he’d be consumed by the sizzling man heat in the night. He embraced it, and he was alive, electrified.
We lost track of the hours we’d spent entwined in the pool’s playful embrace, daring each other in silent language as we explored each other’s bodies with roaming hands and penetrating gazes, pushing ourselves further and further past the barriers of inhibition and confusion.
The night sky rumbled with queer electricity as we walked arm-in-arm down the street to our love nest. He was a fire licking my skin, my pulse racing from the clashing of our heat. We felt orgiastic by the time we stumbled into the bedroom, smoldering with passionate, unrestrained man heat.
He could sense the man heat as soon as he stepped into the club, an electrifying mix of smooth, sweaty skin and deep desires. It was a night of craving, anticipation and bold moves as the lights of the city ignited a fever-pitch of gay passion.
The sparks were already smoldering in the shadows. He was a man of heat and passion, and it left me spellbound. We licked and touched as we tumbled through the night, holding each other until the stars were gone. His hands explored my body, my skin on fire as if he had branded it. I melted into him, his moans fueling my own. We were two burning flames united in the dark.