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 café. Alex observó desde la puerta cómo los músculos 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 fría”, murmuró acercándose, pecho contra hombro, dedos rodeando la polla ajena para probar la dureza. La advertencia quedó suspendida cuando Nikelaos giró lentamente, sien rozando la nariz. El primer beso supo a canela. Dentro, el aroma a café quemado se mezclaba con jadeos ahogados, mientras dos hombres redescubrían el placer de saborear el día lentamente.
