CAFFEINE CREATOR
The boutique cafe had been closed for three hours, but two people were still inside. The muscular coffee connoisseur and the guy he’d been eyeing for weeks — his muse.
The connoisseur stood behind the counter shirtless, his big chest and ripped abs shining under the warm lights. He smiled at the other guy sitting at the bar, flexing a little as he poured hot water over fresh grounds in the pour-over cone.
“Made something special for you tonight,” he said, voice deep and flirty. “My secret recipe.”
The muse watched him work, cock already getting hard just from looking at those muscles flexing while he brewed. The smell of rich coffee filled the air, mixed with the connoisseur’s manly sweat.
He handed over the cup. The muse took a sip. It tasted creamy and sweet, with a strange salty kick that made his whole body warm up fast.
“Fuck… this is good,” he moaned.
The connoisseur leaned over the counter and kissed him deep. Their tongues tangled, hands grabbing at each other. The muse’s head was spinning from the drink.
The big guy pulled back with a naughty grin. “You like the special ingredient?”
The muse nodded, breathing heavy.
The connoisseur laughed low. “That was my cum, baby. Fresh from this morning.”
The muse’s eyes widened, but his cock throbbed harder in his pants. “Shit… I want it straight from the source then.”
The coffee creator didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled down his pants, his thick, heavy cock springing out. The muse dropped to his knees right there behind the counter and took him into his mouth.
He sucked hungrily, tasting the salty-sweet mix of the man’s skin and leftover cum. The connoisseur groaned, holding his head, fucking his mouth slow and deep while his abs flexed.
“Drink it all this time,” he growled, getting close.
The muse moaned around the thick shaft, jerking himself off while sucking. The connoisseur finally came hard, flooding his mouth with thick, warm cum. The muse swallowed as much as he could, the rest dripping down his chin.
They were both panting when it was over.
The coffee creator pulled him up and kissed him again, tasting himself on the muse’s tongue.
“Next time I’ll make you another cup,” he whispered. “But you gotta earn the cream.”
The muse just grinned, already addicted.
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