Shut up and trust – Alex Barcelona – Alex BCN, Comodin
The bathroom was steamy with steam from a recently used shower, and the echo of the garden party filtered in from beneath the door. Axel, with his lithe body and sun-kissed skin, met Alex against the cool tiled wall of the bathroom. The height difference forced them to adjust: Axel lifted his head to bite Alex’s neck, while Alex, muscular and tall, arched toward him like a reed in the wind.
“Are you sure you want it to be me?” Alex said, brushing his lips against Axel’s ear, but the twink was already unbuttoning his jeans with nimble fingers. “Shut up and trust,” Axel whispered, revealing his erect member: thick, throbbing, with veins that traced a map of desire. It was impossible to ignore its size, almost intimidating, in contrast to his small stature. Alex swallowed hard at the sight, feeling heat rush through his stomach. When Axel entered him, Alex gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. The sensation was overwhelming: the boy’s strength, his relentless pace. Axel, sweaty and panting, gripped Alex’s hips tightly, leaving bruises that would later become secrets. The fogged mirror reflected their silhouettes: a contrast of skin, age and muscles, united by their lust.
