Heinz pressed his body flush against Florian's back, the heat between them palpable.
His clothed hardness ground against Florian's ass, eliciting a soft gasp from the prince.
The mirror before them reflected their entangled forms—Heinz's towering frame enveloping Florian's slender one, his broad hands gripping Florian's hips possessively.
"Look at us," Heinz murmured, his voice low and commanding, lips brushing against Florian's ear. "See how perfectly you fit against me."
'Like you were made for me.'
Florian's glossy eyes met their reflection, his cheeks flushing crimson as Heinz's fingers trailed up his chest, teasing his sensitive skin. "H-Heinz, that's....that's embarrassing—"
"Shh," Heinz interrupted, sliding two fingers over Florian's lips. "Open your mouth."
Florian hesitated, his breath hitching, but Heinz didn't wait. He pressed his fingers against Florian's lips, urging them apart.
