Gianni closes his eyes when he feels the warm lips brushing into his. The kiss is so gentle and soft yet brings a tingling sensation to every nerve of their bodies. Francois cupped Gianni's face and he made his kiss deeper, sucking his lips and Gianni's legs started to feel weak. Francois noticed it and broke the kiss. He quickly stops the water and grabs two towels wrapped around their waist.
Gianni stands in front of the sink while Francois is drying his hair and he sees the used toothbrush, he picks the toothpaste, spreads some, and brushes his teeth. Francois chuckles.
“Why?” Gianni asked with bubbles in his mouth.
“That's mine.”
“And what about me?”
“You're mine.”
“So whatever is yours is mine too.” Gianni cleans his mouth with the towel and raises both hands and clung to Franco
