We silently returned to the Zodiac, swimming slowly under the moonlight. The warm water slid over our bare shoulders and hips, our breaths calm and steady, as if soothed after the storm. Leilo climbed in first, his supple muscles contracting beneath his tanned skin. I saw his still half-erect penis, pulsing gently between his thighs. Yanis followed, hauling himself aboard with a nervous movement, his slender body glistening under the headlamp attached to the bench. I climbed in next. We stood for a moment, all three of us naked, the cool night air enveloping us. Yanis sat in the front, still a little shaky. He had drawn his knees up to his chest, his softened penis resting heavily in the middle, water trickling between his firm pecs and taut abs. His gaze flickered from Leilo to me, half questioning, half fascinated, as if he no longer quite knew what he was doing there, but above all, he didn't want to break the magic of the moment. I turned to Leilo. His eyes met mine. He smiled, a tired, gentle smile, a little worried too. I saw in his eyes a mixture of tenderness and still-raw excitement, like an animal that hadn't been satiated. Without a word, I knelt before him, placed my hands on his hips. His penis, already half-erect, shivered against my forehead. I raised my head to him. He gently placed his hand on my wet hair, his fingers digging into the nape of my neck. Then I took him in my mouth. Slowly at first, sucking him deeply, savoring the warmth, the density of his shaft, the sensitive feel of his glans under my tongue. He groaned immediately, a deep, hoarse, broken sound, his hand tightening on the back of my neck. I began a more deliberate rhythm, sucking him carefully, lovingly, wanting to give him everything I had just given Yanis. His hips moved in short, jerky movements, his stomach hollowing with each stroke of my mouth. I felt Yanis's gaze upon us. I looked up, without stopping my fellatio. He was staring at us, his large black eyes shining in the dim light, half-questioning, half-fascinated. His lips were slightly parted, he was breathing rapidly, his chest rising with each breath. He said nothing. He didn't move. He watched. And I saw in his eyes that indefinable gleam, a mixture of astonishment, unspoken longing, and unacknowledged desire. I then plunged completely back into my partner, sucking him harder, deeper. His moan rose into a broken groan, his thighs trembled, his abs contracted beneath my hands. His hand tightened on the back of my neck, and with a final, restrained thrust, I felt him come in my mouth, powerfully, in long, hot, dense waves, his ragged breaths mingling with the gentle lapping of the sea against the hull.I continued to hold him until his trembling subsided. Then I slowly sat up. He had closed his eyes, his torso glistening with sweat and seawater, his lips parted in a calm breath. I rested my forehead against his stomach, smelling his scent, a mixture of salt and semen, and I smiled, simply, silently. Behind us, Yanis remained motionless, his gaze still fixed on us, without a word, as if something profound had just been born within him, something he couldn't yet name. Leilo restarted the engine. It started gently, and the Zodiac began to glide across the Black Sea, raising a silver wake under the moon. The sea air whipped our faces, fresh and slightly salty. The three of us remained silent, each lost in our own breath, our bodies still trembling with nervous energy, as if the water, the night, and what had just transpired were still vibrating within us. I sat in the back, my back against the soft hull of the boat. Leilo was standing at the helm, his still-moist and relaxed penis swaying gently between his thighs with each rock of the Zodiac. Yanis sat cross-legged in the front, still naked. He hadn't once tried to put his shorts back on or cover himself. His penis, half-recovered, lay heavy, still glistening with semen. He seemed strangely calm, almost at ease, his gaze shifting from me to Leilo, then lingering for a moment on the sea before he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, broken by emotion and fatigue. "But... do you two do this often?" he asked, a little hesitantly. Leilo smiled slightly, her eyes fixed on the sea ahead. "This?" he continued, without turning around. "If you're talking about making love under the moon... yes." If you're talking about sharing with others… no… not really… it's… it's exceptional with you tonight. Yanis remained silent for a moment, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Then he shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts, but his questions returned, more insistent: "And… how long have you two been together? Are you… together… like, really?" I saw him turn his face toward me. His eyes shone in the moonlight, large, dark, almost childlike. I nodded slowly. "No…" I breathed. "Not long… we've only known each other since this summer… But… yes… really, not long." He looked down at his hands resting on his thighs, played with his fingers for a moment, then raised his head, his brows furrowed in an almost pained expression. "And… have you ever… wanted… a girl?" I smiled, a calm, slightly sad smile. I shrugged gently. — Me… yes… I’ve had relationships before… but him… never.Leilo turned her head slightly towards me, gave me an intense, serious look, before turning her attention back to the sea, without a word, but her smile was faint, almost tender. Yanis took a deep breath, shook his head again, then burst into a nervous little laugh. "Damn... I'm lost... back home... it's... it's unimaginable... already... sex... it's complicated... but... between guys... it's... it's forbidden, you know..." His voice broke on that last word. I saw his shoulders slump slightly. Leilo cut the engine, letting the Zodiac drift for a moment on the Black Sea. He turned completely towards Yanis, his gaze serious, almost luminous in the moonlight. "Here, Yanis..." he murmured, "here, nothing is forbidden... as long as it's consensual... as long as it's gentle... as long as it's beautiful." A silence fell, deep, almost solemn. Leilo restarted the engine. The Zodiac resumed its course, slicing through the calm sea. Yanis remained motionless, his gaze lost in the night. His penis still rested on his thigh, heavy and relaxed, his torso shivering slightly in the cool breeze. Then he raised his head toward us, a small, shy smile on his lips. "You... you're really... handsome... both of you..." I saw Leilo smile gently, his eyes shining with a calm light. I then placed my hand on Yanis's thigh, squeezing it lightly. And we continued on our way toward the coast, carried by the steady purr of the engine, the phosphorescent sea opening before us like a silent and sacred path; and I breathed in a deep, slightly amused voice: "And you... you know you're really handsome too... And then..." (I chuckle ...

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