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He had noticed all of this, Venti, while he was washing himself in the stream. There was someone watching him from afar with a certain insistence, for he had heard the sound of footsteps in the distance crushing the dry leaves all around. He stood there, motionless and silent, washing himself. He was naked into the river, letting the water gush around and against him continuously.
The sound of water rushing into the stream, sliding down past the waterfall until it crashed into the pile of rocks stuck to the bottom. The sound of rushing water echoed everywhere, along with the chirping of birds.
He turned toward whoever it was. Venti discovered that it was Xiao. He smiled at him briefly, in a somewhat of flirtatious manner and slightly. His long hair, both black along the lengths and blue near the tips, framed his pretty boyish face. He stood up, revealing all of himself. He showed his nakedness. Diaphanous skin, green eyes, slender body, a particularly small penis, medium height, black hair. He was characterised by a particular beauty, like the union of feminine and masculine. He was surely beautiful, if not the most beautiful. Out of everyone else.
he took a few steps towards the other man, up to Xiao, until he reached him. They stood facing each other under the shade of the centuries-old oak tree.
"Were you perhaps spying on me?" Venti teased Xiao with a sneer amused by the situation. "I might like it if you did," he told him, reaching out to brush his fingers over Xiao’s face and then leaning his lips in to brush Xiao’s cheek.
Venti's lips pressed against Xiao's cheek.
When he pulled away from him, Venti chuckled and Xiao blushed.
But just as Venti had turned away to bend down to pick up his clothes, Xiao had approached him. Venti had been grabbed by the wrist and pushed against the tree trunk by Xiao. He had found himself face to face and eye to eye with him. Venti against Xiao.
And so Xiao leaned over him, kissing Venti slowly, passionately but at the same time tenderly. He let himself be kissed, neither able nor willing to do otherwise. He didn’t want to resist, so he gave in completely. He let himself go against him, giving permission to deepen the kiss.
Xiao's hands on Venti's shoulders, their tongues intertwining with each other altogether like a tangle, and Venti's palms on Xiao's chest.
Perfection.
When they broke the kiss, only because they needed to take a breath, they got lost into each other’s eyes and hug.