Cinnamon-Flavored Kiss / Alex & Nikelaos: 🍑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 cafĂ©. Alex observĂł desde la puerta cĂłmo los mĂşsculos de su espalda danzaban al ritmo de la cuchara contra la porcelana, la cintura baja apenas contenida por el elástico de un boxer blanco. “Tu miel está frĂa”, murmurĂł acercándose, pecho contra hombro, dedos rodeando la polla ajena para probar la dureza. La advertencia quedĂł suspendida cuando Nikelaos girĂł lentamente, sien rozando la nariz. El primer beso supo a canela. Dentro, el aroma a cafĂ© quemado se mezclaba con jadeos ahogados, mientras dos hombres redescubrĂan el placer de saborear el dĂa lentamente.
