What came into my mind was an image of two men, no, a man and a boy, making love. The boy couldn’t have been older than fifteen. He was slender, with a supple waist and long limbs. His smooth, pale skin glowed faintly pink beneath the muscular man, whose body loomed over him like a bronze tower. His red, glistening lips were slightly parted, and the tip of his tempting tongue showed faintly in the shadows. I could almost hear the soft murmurs that escaped him. His face was as luminous as white jade, his eyes shyly closed, and his thick, dark, curled lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. His breathtakingly beautiful face was unmistakably that of the trembling boy before me.
How interesting! The boy was actually trying to plant memories in my mind. Watching him force himself to stay calm, I made up my mind...
Dear, can you continue writing "Ruhua"? The ending is really rushed!