ADRIAN
Adrian stirred awake at 3:00 a.m., his body warm—almost too warm—trapped in a firm, possessive embrace. He blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, momentarily disoriented, until the haze of last night came rushing back. Maxen. The café. The way they touched, kissed, gave in.
He shifted carefully, trying not to wake the man behind him. But the slight movement only worsened the situation—a firm, unmistakable pressure nudged against his lower back. Maxen's arousal pressed against him, hot and insistent.
Adrian bit his lip, heat crawling up his neck. He tilted his hips back, just enough to tease.
A groan rumbled from Maxen's chest as his arms tightened around him.
"Rian…" His voice was low and gravelly, thick with sleep and desire. "Keep doing that and I won't be able to control myself."
Adrian smirked, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Hmm… let's see how much you can resist me, Mr. Kuston."
That was all it took.
In one swift motion, Maxen flipped him over, straddling Adrian with playful urgency. Their eyes locked, the heat between them flaring. Then their mouths collided—hungry, open, desperate. Maxen kissed him like a man starved, his tongue claiming, exploring.
"Rian," Maxen whispered between kisses, "you'll ruin me."
"You're not alone," Adrian murmured, breath hitching. "Kissing you is addictive. I could do it for the rest of my life."
Maxen didn't answer with words. Instead, he pulled their shirts off, baring skin to skin. Their chests pressed, bodies grinding together, cocks trapped between them, slick and aching.
Max trailed kisses along Adrian's jaw, his chest, down to his nipples. He sucked and teased them, drawing soft, needy moans from Adrian's lips.
"Yes, oh—yeah…"
He continued downward, a trail of worship until he settled between Adrian's thighs. With a heated glance upward, Maxen dipped his head, taking Adrian into his mouth with slow reverence.
Adrian gasped, head tilting back, fingers curling into the sheets. "God, Max—"
Maxen hummed around him, the vibration making Adrian's toes curl. His hands gripped Adrian's thighs firmly, guiding his rhythm—slow, then faster, expertly working him to the edge.
Adrian's fingers threaded through Maxen's hair as his hips began to stutter, every flick of Max's tongue drawing him closer.
"Don't stop—please—"
Maxen didn't. He stayed with it, swallowing him deeper, savoring every sound, every tremble. Adrian's cry filled the room as he came hard, release spilling into Maxen's mouth. Max swallowed him down, steady, until Adrian collapsed back on the bed with a shaky moan.
Panting, Maxen pulled away slowly, lips slick, jaw tight. He ran a gentle hand up Adrian's thigh, grounding him.
"Beautiful," he whispered, voice thick and low.
But his own need was pulsing now, undeniable. With his eyes still on Adrian's dazed, blissed-out expression, he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking fast, desperate.
Adrian watched, still breathless. "Max…"
Maxen groaned, hips jerking into his fist, teeth sinking into his lip. His body trembled as the orgasm tore through him, spilling across Adrian's stomach in thick, hot bursts. He collapsed beside him, laughing breathlessly.
Adrian looked down at the mess, then back at Maxen, who was rubbing at his temple, cheeks flushed.
"I made a mess," Max said with a sheepish grin.
Adrian chuckled, brushing hair from his face. "You think?"
Maxen started to sit up, reaching for tissues, but Adrian caught his wrist.
"I want to taste you… from your mouth."
Max froze, his eyes darkening with a new, renewed hunger. "Oh… someone's spicier than I thought."
Maxen leaned in, kissing Adrian deeply—sharing the taste, his cum slick on their tongues. He kissed him again and again, until Adrian's stomach was clean, their mouths fused in a slow, filthy, perfect rhythm.
"You look too good like this," Max murmured. "Completely wrecked."
Adrian arched an eyebrow. "You're not so put together yourself."
"Mmm… I love it."
They sank into each other again, tangled and flushed. Time slipped from them as they kissed, slow and lazy, Adrian tasting himself on Maxen's tongue.
Adrian reached up, brushing Max's cheek, his eyes heavy with tenderness and lingering arousal.
"Max…"
Maxen turned toward him, lips brushing Adrian's knuckles. "Yeah?"
"There's something I wanted to tell you… it's about earlier, before I came."
Max kissed his temple, fingers stroking gently down his spine.
"Rian… don't worry about anything right now. Just be here with me."
Adrian hesitated, then nodded, burying his face into the curve of Maxen's neck. "Okay."
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The sky had just begun to pale when Maxen stirred again and glanced at the clock.
"It's 4:00 a.m."
Adrian groaned softly. "I should head home. Got work early."
Max smiled. "I've got to open the café at 5:30 anyway. Come on, let's shower."
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Under the warm spray, what was meant to be quick turned into something else—more closeness. Soft kisses, wandering hands, quiet laughter as shampoo dripped into Adrian's eye.
"You're impossible," Adrian mumbled, nose brushing Max's cheek.
"You love it," Max replied, and kissed him again.
Dressed and warm, they stepped into the silent café. Max moved behind the counter, making Adrian's favorite brew from memory.
Adrian accepted the cup with a soft smile, but his chest felt heavy. The confrontation from the day before lingered in his mind.
"Hey, Max…"
Max looked up from wiping the counter. "Yeah?"
"I… I wanted to say something earlier. There was a confrontation at work. About a photo. I—"
He stopped. The words wouldn't come. The peaceful quiet, Max's gentle smile, the safe bubble they'd created—it wasn't the moment.
Maxen noticed the hesitation. He softened, folding the towel over the counter. "You don't have to say anything until you're ready. I'm here, okay?"
Adrian exhaled, gaze falling to his cup. "I'll tell you later. Promise."
Maxen nodded, eyes lingering on him. "Okay. When you're ready."
Adrian finished the last sip and stood, lingering for a moment.
"Thanks for everything, Max."
"Anytime, Rian. Always."
They embraced, warm and lingering. Adrian kissed him softly before stepping back.
As he left, Maxen stood behind the counter, watching the door close.
The satisfaction on his face wasn't just desire—it was something deeper.
He knew Adrian walked away feeling seen, held, maybe even loved.
And he felt the same.
Weekday Tea
Adrian's Note
You know… I loved it so much. And I wish I could share every detail with you—all my inner thoughts, every flicker of feeling from that beautiful moment this dawn.
But just knowing you're reading this… makes me shy.
It was magical—so deeply personal—that a part of me wants to hold it close a little longer. Like a secret pressed quietly to my heart. I promise, I'll share it with you before our journey ends. I really will.
I hope you understand. It's not that I'm being selfish. We all have moments we want to keep just ours for a while—to savor them, breathe them in, before letting the world in.
You're already part of so much of my story. Let me keep this one part just a little longer. But trust me… it was everything.
Still… do you think I should've told him about the confrontation? Maybe I should've pushed through and said it. I'm scared it might come back to hurt us. But in that moment, all I wanted was peace. Just for a little while. You get that, right? If it were you… I don't think you'd let something so pure be clouded by family pressure either.
Some truths can wait until the heart feels safe to speak them.
(And… yeah. I'm blushing. Hard.)
💜Adrian
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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