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The cool evening breeze rustled the leaves in Benny’s backyard, carrying the scent of earth and pine as Bennett and Razor stood close, their foreheads nearly touching. The kiss had started slow—tentative, exploring—but quickly grew into something deeper, tongues brushing, breaths mingling. Razor’s hands rested on Bennett’s waist, firm but gentle, while Bennett’s fingers tangled in Razor’s silver hair.
Then, the first raindrop fell. Then another. Soon, a light drizzle misted over them, turning the warmth of their embrace into something havier. They broke apart just enough to glance up at the sky, the dusky blue now shrouded in thick clouds.
“We should get inside,” Bennett murmured, licking his lips, already wet from the rain and swallowing some drops of his face.
Razor nodded slightly in agreement, but his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Bennett—his golden hair clinging to his forehead, his shirt sticking to his lean muscular frame. His own clothes were damp, but the coolness did nothing to quell the heat rising in his chest. Instead, something primal stirred inside him.
“You look…” Razor trailed off, voice huskier than before "So good...Beautiful...".
Bennett’s breath hitched when Razor reached out, brushing a wet strand of hair from his cheek. Their eyes locked, and suddenly, the thought of going inside was forgotten. The rain only made the moment more intoxicating. Bennet could now see the way water dripped down Razor’s jawline, the way his shirt clung to his toned form, hinting at the strength beneath.
The blond boy swallowed hard before grabbing his boyfried by the collar, pulling him into another kiss, this one more urgent, more desperate. Their bodies pressed together, heat contrasting the cool rain soaking them through. Razor let out a low growl as their lips moved feverishly, hands roaming, feeling the slick warmth of skin beneath drenched fabric while the rain growed stronger.
They stumbled slightly, laughter mixing with gasps as they found themselves backed against a wooden fence. Bennett hooked a leg around Razor, bringing them impossibly closer. The intimate friction of their hardness sent shivers down his spine, and Razor groaned, gripping Bennett’s hips tightly as they moved against each other, need igniting between them like a wildfire in the storm.
The rain poured harder now, drumming against the earth, drowning out everything but their ragged breathing and the sound of bodies pressed together. Neither cared. The world had shrunk down to this moment, to the feverish touch, hungry kisses, mouths drinking wet skin, the way their bodies found rhythm despite the chaotic downpour.
Drenched, breathless, and lost in the storm of their desire, they surrendered to the passion this rain had ignited, letting it carry them deeper into the end of evening.