In the velvet cloak of a Parisian night, under the silvery gaze of the moon, Alexei wandered the cobblestone streets, his heart a vessel of unspoken yearnings. He was a traveler from distant lands, his body sculpted like a classical statue—lean muscles rippling under smooth, olive skin, his chest broad and firm, nipples dark and sensitive. His manhood, when aroused, stood proud and veined, the head glistening with promise. It was here, in the City of Lights turned to shadows, that he met Julian, a local artist with eyes like midnight pools and a form that evoked ancient gods—tall, with taut abs, a firm ass that curved invitingly, and a cock that pulsed with raw desire.
Their meeting was fate’s whisper. Alexei, drawn by the moon’s pull, entered a dimly lit gallery where Julian’s paintings hung—canvases of ethereal lovers entwined in lunar fantasies. Their gazes locked, a spark igniting. ‘Your art captures the soul’s hidden fires,’ Alexei murmured, his voice husky with Canadian accent. Julian smiled, his lips full and tempting. ‘And you, stranger, embody them.’
They retreated to Julian’s loft, overlooking the Seine, where moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains. The air was thick with anticipation, scented with lavender and the faint musk of arousal. Julian pressed Alexei against the wall, their lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of wine and salt—sweet from lingering breaths, tangy from eager tongues exploring.
Foreplay began slowly, hands roaming. Alexei’s fingers traced Julian’s chest, feeling the warmth of skin, the pebbled nipples hardening under touch. Julian gasped, a low moan escaping, as Alexei’s hand dipped lower, cupping the growing bulge. ‘Feel how you make me ache,’ Julian whispered, his breath hot against Alexei’s ear. Alexei knelt, inhaling the heady scent of Julian’s arousal—musky, earthy, mixed with soap. He licked the shaft, tasting the salty pre-cum beading at the tip, the vein throbbing under his tongue.
Julian pulled him up, guiding them to the bed. ‘I want you from behind,’ he commanded softly, his voice laced with desire. Alexei positioned on all fours, ass presented like an offering. Julian’s fingers, slick with lube, probed gently, the touch cool then warm, stretching the tight ring of muscle. The sound of wet preparation filled the room—slick slides and soft gasps.
The first union was deliberate. Julian’s cock, rigid and veined, the purple head swollen, pressed against Alexei’s entrance. Insertion was slow, a burning stretch that gave way to fullness. Inch by inch, the shaft slid in, friction igniting nerves, the inner walls clenching around the invading thickness. Alexei felt the wet slide, the pulsing heat wrapping him, every ridge and vein massaging his depths. Julian thrust rhythmically—slow at first, building to deeper plunges, their bodies slapping with wet smacks, moans harmonizing.
High tide approached. Alexei’s breaths quickened, prostate singing with each hit. Pre-orgasmic tremors: muscles twitching, hole fluttering lightly, pre-cum dripping. Then peak—body shuddering violently, ass contracting like a vice, squeezing Julian’s cock in rhythmic pulses. A guttural cry escaped, sweat-slick skin trembling, cum spurting in hot ropes. Julian followed, flooding depths with warm seed, the mixture sticky and warm. Afterglow: gentle throbs, bodies entwined, scents of cum and sweat mingling in satisfied haze.
They lay wrapped, whispers of affection under moonlight. But desire reignited. Julian flipped Alexei onto his back for face-to-face intimacy. ‘Ride me,’ Alexei urged, his cock hard again, glistening. Julian straddled, lowering onto the shaft. The descent was exquisite—tight heat enveloping, inner walls gripping like velvet. Julian rocked, pace varying from teasing grinds to fervent bounces, their eyes locked, breaths syncing in pants and groans.
Foreplay had been mutual stroking, tastes of skin and pre-cum salty-sweet. Now, union deepened: friction building, prostate stroked relentlessly. High climax built—gasps accelerating, hole spasming prelude, then eruption: Julian’s body arching, cock erupting untouched, ass clenching fiercely around Alexei, milking him dry. Echoes of ecstasy: pulsing warmth, shared fluids’ slick embrace, souls merging in bliss.
Post-climax, they sought refreshment, moving to the en-suite bath where steam rose like mist from a dream. Under the shower’s cascade, water beaded on skin, moonlight filtering through frosted glass. Julian pressed Alexei against the tiled wall from behind. ‘Again,’ he growled playfully. Slick with water, entry was swift—cock sliding into welcoming heat, the wet sounds amplified by echoes.
Thrusts were urgent, bodies slippery. Sensations intensified: cool water contrasting hot flesh, scents of soap blending with musk. Rhythm quickened to frenzy. Orgasm crashed—preludes of tightening balls, fluttering ring; peak of convulsive shudders, dual releases flooding and spurting, cries bouncing off walls. Lingering pulses, warm rivulets of mixed essences trailing down thighs.
A fourth encounter unfolded on the balcony, night air cool. Standing, Alexei entered Julian from behind, moon witnessing their passion. Slow, deep thrusts evolved to passionate pounding, senses alive with city’s distant hum, breezes carrying their scents.
Final union back in bed, cooperative and tender. Side by side, they merged once more, rhythms syncing in harmony. Climax was shared symphony—build-up of synchronized breaths, mutual peaks of trembling release, afterglow a cocoon of contentment.
As dawn hinted, they parted with promises, their night a tapestry of moonlit desires, forever etched in memory.
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