Alex BCN

Posted on May 2, 2025

The dawn light filtered through the blinds painted Nikelaos's freshly woken body gold as he made coffee. Alex watched from the doorway as his back muscles danced to the rhythm of the spoon against the porcelain, his low waist barely contained by the elastic of a pair of white boxers. "Your honey is cold," he murmured, leaning closer, chest against shoulder, fingers circling the other's cock to test its hardness. The warning was suspended when Nikelaos slowly turned, his temples touching his nose. The first kiss tasted of cinnamon. Inside, the aroma of burnt coffee mingled with muffled gasps, as two men rediscovered the pleasure of slowly savoring the day.La madrugada filtrada por las persianas pintaba dorado el cuerpo recien amanecido de Nikelaos mientras preparaba caf. Alex observ desde la puerta cmo los msculos de su espalda danzaban al ritmo de la cuchara contra la porcelana, la cintura baja apenas contenida por el elstico de un boxer blanco. "Tu miel est fra", murmur acercndose, pecho contra hombro, dedos rodeando la polla ajena para probar la dureza. La advertencia qued suspendida cuando Nikelaos gir lentamente, sien rozando la nariz. El primer beso supo a canela. Dentro, el aroma a caf quemado se mezclaba con jadeos ahogados, mientras dos hombres redescubran el placer de saborear el da lentamente.