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Every single time Giovanni kissed Luciano, the world seemingly vanished around him, leaving only the electrifying sensation of his lips meeting his mouth. It was as if time stood still, and a surge of anticipation coursed through his veins, igniting every nerve ending in his body.

Luciano reached up to tenderly caress his cheek, the texture of his calloused fingertips against his skin sending a wave of exquisite tingles down his spine. Giovanni melted into his touch, savouring the moment of closeness between them, his eyelids drifting shut as he revelled in the profound intimacy they shared. Giovanni slid his hand up his arm slowly, feeling the remnants of rain still trailing down his skin.