Under the sky, there is only you, only you.
I love only you, only you.
Cesc said that a good coffee shop opened over the square, with a beautiful facade and decoration, warm sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and good cappuccino and tiramisu. Pique listened and rubbed Cesc's hair with his hands, his eyes as blue as the sea water filled with smiles. Cesc slapped Pique's hand away and straightened his hair.
"Don't touch other people's hair!"
"It doesn't matter, he's still handsome."
"Really?"
"It's true, it must be true."
This made the beauty-loving boy smile all over his face and jump on Pique with his hands and feet on the ground. Pique had no choice but to hug him and sink into the sofa together. Cesc looked at him with big black eyes, slightly pouting his lips stupidly, he came in front of Piqué, opened his mouth and bit Piqué's lips. He rubbed it gently, stretched out his small tongue and licked it, and then he was immediately turned over and pinned down by Pique. Kissing, hugging, and sharing each other's love. Time seems to never grow old, it just stops at this moment, living with the boy in my arms, and the happiness seems to never end.