Alex BCN

Posted on July 8, 2025

There were no words, only lust: teeth nibbling, nails gently scratching, sighs lost in sweaty skin. Tim felt Alex's heat, a living bonfire under his palms, as their bodies sought an impossible fit, a longed-for fusion in the narrowness of the kitchen. Each touch, each pressure, was a discovery and an affirmation. The outside world, the night city, faded away. Only that kitchen transformed into an island existed, the scent of skin, desire, and climaxes, and the slow, devouring fire that promised to consume them, leaving only ashes of what they were before that shadowy afternoon.No hubo palabras, solo lujuria: dientes que mordisquean, uas que araan suavemente, suspiros que se perdan en la piel sudorosa. Tim sinti el calor de Alex, una hoguera viva bajo sus palmas, mientras sus cuerpos buscaban un ajuste imposible, una fusin anhelada en la estrechez de la cocina. Cada roce, cada presin, era un descubrimiento y una afirmacin. El mundo exterior, la ciudad nocturna, se desvaneci. Solo exista esa cocina convertida en isla, el olor a piel, deseo y corridas, y el fuego lento y devorador que prometa consumirlos, dejando solo cenizas de lo que eran antes de aquella tarde de sombras.