'Why does he want me to look at our reflection so much...?'
Florian nodded, his glossy eyes locked on their reflection in the mirror. Heinz's hands tightened on his hips, his grip both possessive and reassuring.
The air between them crackled with tension, thick with anticipation. Heinz leaned over Florian, his breath hot against the prince's ear.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror," he commanded, his voice low and dark. "Don't look away."
Florian swallowed hard, his hands trembling against the cool surface of the mirror. He felt Heinz's hardness pressing against him, the heat radiating from his body making Florian's skin flush.
'This is so embarrassing. I swear...'
Slowly, Heinz positioned himself, the tip of his length teasing Florian's entrance. Florian's breath hitched, his hips arching slightly in response.
"Relax," Heinz murmured, his voice a soothing rumble despite the intensity of the moment.
How can he relax? Heinz was too big.
