Florian’s breath hitched as Heinz’s hands slid down his back, firm and unyielding. His face burning with a mix of sha 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 sothing primal deep within him that he didn’t fully understand but couldn’t deny.
"W-What are you—" Florian stamred, craning his neck to glance backward. Heinz’s response was imdiate, silencing him with a bold move that sent shockwaves through his body.
Without warning, Heinz dove down, his tongue darting out to lap at the slickness between Florian’s cheeks.
"Heinz!" Florian gasped, his voice a mix of scolding and disbelief. His face flushed crimson, the heat spreading down his neck and chest.
"T-That place—it’s..." he stuttered, unable to finish the sentence.
But Heinz wasn’t listening—
’There he is,’ he thought with satisfaction, recognizing the familiar blend of protest and pleasure in Florian’s tone. He licked again, slower this ti, savoring the taste of him.
It was sweet, unlike anything Heinz had ever experienced. He wasn’t one for sweets, but Florian was an exception.
He wanted to devour him, to leave no part of him untouched.
"Is what?" Heinz asked, pulling back just enough to tease. His lips curved into that smirk again, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he licked his lips. Florian’s taste lingered on his tongue, intoxicating and irresistible.
"It’s... it’s dirty," Florian whispered, his voice trembling. He covered his face with his hands, as if hiding could erase the sensations coursing through him.
His body betrayed him, arching ever so slightly into Heinz’s touch.
"So?" Heinz replied simply, his tone dripping with amusent. He didn’t hesitate, diving back in with renewed vigor.
His tongue prodded at Florian’s entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle. Florian gasped, a moan escaping his lips before he could stifle it.
"H-Heinz... ah... that feels too..." Florian’s words trailed off into incoherence, his mind fogged with pleasure. Heinz smirked against his skin, relishing the way Florian ca undone beneath him.
He gripped Florian’s thighs, spreading them wider to give himself better access.
"You’re so tight," Heinz murmured, his voice rough with desire. He shoved Florian’s hips upward, forcing him onto all fours.
The position left Florian exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at Heinz’s rcy. Florian whimpered, his fingers clawing at the sheets as Heinz’s tongue worked him open.
Every lick, every stroke of Heinz’s tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through Florian’s body. His legs trembled, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
It was obvious he was deciding between pulling away, and resisting, but it seed his body clung to the sensation, craving more.
Heinz’s hands moved to grip his hips, holding him steady as he continued to lavish attention on his most intimate place.
"You taste so good," Heinz growled, his voice thick with arousal. He pressed his tongue deeper, teasing at the rim before pulling back to lick broad stripes over his slick skin. Florian’s moans grew louder, less restrained, his hips rocking back instinctively against Heinz’s mouth.
"D-Don’t say things like that..." Florian panted, his voice breaking. His face burned with embarrassnt, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore.
Heinz chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Florian’s skin.
"I’m simply being honest," Heinz said firmly. "Because you are." His hands slid up to grip Florian’s waist, pulling him back harder against his mouth.
He didn’t stop, his tongue relentless as he worked him open. Florian’s thighs shook, his entire body trembling with the force of the pleasure building inside him.
"Heinz, please..." Florian begged, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for.
His mind was a haze of need and desperation, every nerve in his body alight with sensation. Heinz paused, lifting his head just enough to et Florian’s pleading gaze.
"Please?" Heinz echoed, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "What do you want, Florian? Tell ."
Florian’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat.
But Heinz didn’t wait for an answer. He knew what Florian wanted—what he needed—even if Florian couldn’t bring himself to say it.
He leaned in again, his tongue pressing firmly against Florian’s entrance. This ti, he didn’t tease. He pushed inside, savoring the way Florian clenched around him.
Florian cried out, his body arching as Heinz’s tongue penetrated him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and sothing else he couldn’t na.
His hands fisted in the sheets, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
’Fuck. I want to...put it inside him.’ Heinz thought.
Florian’s breath hitched as Heinz’s tongue pushed deeper into his entrance, the slick heat of it driving him to the edge of coherence.
His thighs trembled, his hands clawing at the sheets beneath him as he fought to keep himself upright. Heinz’s grip on his hips was firm, unyielding, anchoring him in place as he worked him open with relentless precision.
Every flick of his tongue sent shocks of pleasure ricocheting through Florian’s body, leaving him gasping and writhing, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
"H-Heinz..." Florian whimpered, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and disbelief. He arched his back, pushing himself harder against Heinz’s mouth, his instincts overriding his hesitation.
Heinz’s pants were getting tighter every ti he heard Florian’s moan, he was becoming greedier and greedier.
He wanted Florian so badly.
He had never wanted anything or anyone this much.
His body craved for Florian.
Heinz pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against Florian’s sensitive skin as he spoke, his voice low and gravelly with desire.
"I’m going to put one finger inside you," he said, his tone husky yet strained. "But only if that’s what you want."
’If he says no, I’ll stop.’ Because he wasn’t let his greed and hunger get the best of him.
Heinz watched him.
Watched the way Florian trembled beneath him, his breath catching in his throat as if the weight of his own feelings had suddenly beco too much to bear.
His chest rose and fell erratically, his face flushed a deep, fragile red beneath the streaks of tears still running down his cheeks.
They weren’t tears of pain—Heinz could tell.
No, these were tears brought on by the overwhelming sensation of sothing far more intimate. Sothing frighteningly tender.
’He’s not even trying to hide it...’ Heinz realized, staring down at the prince in his arms—so small, so warm.
The question had already left his lips, and he almost regretted asking it. Almost.
But then—
"Y-Yes."
The answer was a whisper. So soft it could’ve been mistaken for a breath.
But Heinz heard it.
And for a mont, ti stilled.
Because Heinz hadn’t expected him to say yes.
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