'Hah...why is he so fucking adorable.' Heinz gritted his teeth, the sound of his own groan muffled as he slowly pushed himself inside.
Florian's head fell back, a raw cry escaping his lips, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
"A-Ah...Your...Majesty..." he moaned, voice delicate and trembling.
The heat—familiar and overwhelming—wrapped tightly around Heinz's aching length. It was maddening. Tight, soft, pulsing warmth that seemed to beckon him deeper. H
e moved slowly, every motion deliberate, cautious, resisting the instinct to bury himself fast and deep. He didn't want to hurt him—not after everything they'd been through.
But Florian's face told a different story.
There was no pain.
Only bliss.
His lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, his lips parted in a perfect, breathless, cheeks flushed and body trembling beneath him. His back arched slightly, almost inviting.
There were practically hearts in his eyes, and it shattered Heinz's restraint.
