Alex BCN

Posted on May 11, 2025

Alex threw the keys on the table with a harsh sigh, his tie strangling his mood. Twelve hours in the office had turned his skin into a map of tension. Nikelaos raised an eyebrow: "You smell of anger... and cheap coffee." His voice was honey over a knife, sweet and sharp. Alex grunted, but before he could protest, Nikelaos advanced with the elegance of a feline. He covered his eyes with black silkand whispered: "Today I don't plan to let you think." Fingers, expert at arousing cocks, unbuttoned the first button of Alex's shirt while guiding him towards the bedroom.A battle of rhythms began: slow at first, as if Nikelaos wanted to memorize every muscle that tensed under his palms,with Alex buried in the hollow of his neck, he said softly: "Next time... I'll strip you naked in the entrance."Alex tiro las llaves sobre la mesa con un suspiro spero, la corbata estrangulndole el humor. Doce horas en la oficina haban convertido su piel en un mapa de tensiones. Nikelaos, alz una ceja: Hueles a ira y a caf barato. Su voz era miel sobre cuchillo, dulce y afilada. Alex gru, pero antes de que pudiera protestar, Nikelaos avanz con la elegancia de un felino. Le tap los ojos con una seda negra y susurr: Hoy no pienso dejarte pensar. Los dedos, expertos en despertar pollas, desabrocharon el primer botn de la camisa de Alex mientras lo guiaba hacia el dormitorio.Comenz una batalla de ritmos: lento al principio, como si Nikelaos quisiera memorizar cada msculo que se tensaba bajo sus palmas,con Alex enterrado en el hueco de su cuello, dijo suave: La prxima vez te desnudo en la entrada.