Florian's breath hitched as Heinz's hands slid down his back, firm and unyielding. His face burning with a mix of shame and anticipation.
His light curls clung to his forehead, damp with sweat, and his green eyes widened as Heinz's lips brushed against the nape of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine, his body betraying his hesitance.
"Relax," Heinz murmured, his voice low and commanding.
His smirk was audible even if Florian couldn't see it—Heinz had that effect, always knowing exactly how to unravel him.
Florian's heart pounded in his chest, his fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him. Heinz's touch was electric, igniting something primal deep within him that he didn't fully understand but couldn't deny.
"W-What are you—" Florian stammered, craning his neck to glance backward. Heinz's response was immediate, silencing him with a bold move that sent shockwaves through his body.
