Two men in tailored blue, ties knotted in crimson and black, one hand still gripping the stone ledge as lips part just long...

Two men in tailored blue, ties knotted in crimson and black, one hand still gripping the stone ledge as lips part just long enough to breathe. The air between them is a question neither dares ask yet. #romantic #rebel

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