A sem ti povedal (Did I ever tell you)

Chapter 9: Red lights

As the night settles over Amsterdam the boys retreat back to their bedrooms. Bojan and Kris sit on the edge of their shared bed, facing each other, their knees touching. The room was only lit by two bedside lamps casting a warm, gentle glow, creating an ambiance of softness. Kris’ gaze lingers upon Bojan, his body bathing in the gentle glow accentuating the softness of his features. Kris’ heart swells with overwhelming admiration for the man before him, captivated by every curve, every line and every expression that graces Bojan’s face. He reaches out, tenderly brushing his fingers along Bojan’s cheek, tracing the contours of his face.

Bojan leans into the touch, closing his eyes momentarily. When he opens them again he is spell struck by Kris’ eyes, the way they reflect his own emotions like pools of endless depth and warmth, the way they crinkle when he smiles. With a tender touch Bojan reaches out and gently pushes a strand of Kris’ hair behind his ear.

Kris’ eyes linger on Bojan’s lips, and he can’t resist to brush his thumb over Bojan’s lower lip. His touch is feather-light, a whisper against the tender skin that stirs a delicious shiver deep within Bojan. As Bojan’s body reacts to the gentle touch his eyes meet Kris’ in a silent exchange of desire. Bojan’s gaze glides down at Kris’ lips, an invitation etched in his eyes, before returning to meet Kris’ once more.

Their bodies gravitate towards each other, closing the distance that separates them. Their lips meet with a gentle pressure. The initial contact sparks something within them, their mouths part slightly, inviting them to explore the other’s mouth with their tongue. Their tongues intertwine in a sensual dance, exploring and tasting, their movements mirroring the growing intensity of their desire. They savour each other, losing themselves in the exquisite pleasure. The rhythm of their kiss quickens, their passion building with each passing moment.

Bojan and Kris break their kiss, they look into the other’s eyes. Their breathing ragged and hearts pounding from the shared passion. Kris reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head revealing his chest. Bojan follows suit. In the dimly lit room, their bare skin seems to glow, illuminated by the soft radiance of the light. Their eyes never leave each other.

Kris softly pushes Bojan on the bed, leaning over him. Bojan's hands roam over Kris's bare back sending shivers of pleasure through Kris's body. Kris, fuelled by the intoxicating taste and touch of Bojan, allows his hands to wander down Bojan's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath.

Their bodies press against each other, their skin igniting with a fiery passion. The heat between them growing as they lose themselves in the moment, their kisses becoming more urgent and filled with longing.

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Feeling the weight of Kris on top of him, Bojan’s breath catches in his throat. ‘I want you’ Bojan whispers. Kris rolls his hips in response creating some much needed friction, making Bojan moan quietly. Kris brings his lips close to Bojan’s ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Bojan’s spine.

‘I want you too, Bojan’ Kris whispers, his voice filled with desire. ‘I want to taste you. I want to kiss every inch of your skin, from your neck to your thighs.’ Bojan nods slightly and turns his head, exposing his neck to Kris. Kris's lips trail along Bojan's jawline, leaving a trail of delicate kisses. He whispers again, his voice a velvet murmur against Bojan's ear, ‘Tell me, Bojan, does this feel good?’

Bojan gasps. ‘Yes’ he breathes. ‘It feels incredible, please don’t stop.’ He almost begs.

Kris's lips trail down, leaving a trail of lingering heat along his shoulders and chest. Kris's fingers dance lightly across Bojan's torso, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.