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It was the dead of night as Romano traced his hand on the firm shoulder muscles that embraced him. His hands were sliding down, caressing gently, trying to take in every contour. The skin was warm and smooth from the arms as he gently traced further to the rib side and into the pelvis. The warm skin looks like alabaster from the moonlight, creating more shadows as he continue caressing further down his partner's body. His hand stopped as it reached the vanguard of the blanket knowing quite well of the consequence if his hand were to continue down its journey. He settled for an embrace and rested his wandering hands over his lover, or was it t