Typical Bavarian Breakfast
Marc woke slowly, the scent of warm, buttery croissants and freshly brewed coffee drifting through the open bedroom door like an invitation. He stretched under the soft sheets, muscles pleasantly sore from the night of deep cuddling and emotional closeness. Sunlight poured across the bed, and when he turned his head, the view hit him like a spark straight to the chest.
Frank stood in the doorway holding a wooden tray laden with fresh pastries, two steaming mugs, and a small bowl of fruit. He wore nothing but a tight black tank top that stretched across his broad, hairy chest and a pair of black sport briefs that left almost nothing to the imagination. The fabric clung to his thick thighs and cupped the heavy bulge of his large penis, the outline clear and already slightly fuller in the morning light. His muscular arms flexed as he balanced the tray, the dark trimmed hair on his chest visible where the tank dipped low. Freshly shaved jawline, neat beard perfectly shaped, short brown hair still tousled from sleep. He looked every inch the confident, older alpha, but the soft smile on his face made the whole picture feel intimate instead of intimidating.
"Morning," Frank said, voice low and warm. "Thought you might be hungry after last night."
Marc propped himself up on one elbow, eyes roaming openly over Frank's body. A lazy grin spread across his face. "Wow. Is this a typical Bavarian breakfast? Strong coffee, fresh croissants, and a half naked boss serving it in his underwear? I could get used to Munich mornings."
Frank let out a deep laugh, the sound rich and genuine, the kind that still felt new from him. He set the tray on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, knees bracketing Marc's hips. "Careful, Fischer. Keep talking like that and I might have to charge you extra for the view."
Marc's grin widened. "Charge me? With what, your enormous morning wood already trying to escape those briefs?"
That earned another laugh, louder this time. Frank leaned down and attacked, fingers digging gently into Marc's sides in a sudden tickle assault. Marc yelped and squirmed, laughter bubbling out of him as he tried to push the bigger man away. "Hey! No fair, you are way stronger!"
Frank did not stop, his tank top riding up to expose the trimmed dark hair on his lower stomach while his powerful thighs pinned Marc in place. Their bodies pressed together, the heat building fast. Marc's hands grabbed at Frank's arms, feeling the solid muscle flex under his fingers. The tickling slowed, turned into something hotter, Frank's hands sliding under Marc's hoodie from the night before, palms gliding over bare skin.
"You look so good like this," Frank murmured, voice dropping into that deep, dominant register. "Laughing, squirming under me. Makes me want to keep you here all day." He rocked his hips once, letting Marc feel the thick length of his cock hardening inside the tight briefs. "Tell me if this is okay. I like it a little rough sometimes. I want to take you apart, but only if you want it too."
Marc's breath hitched, his own average cock already fully hard and pressing against Frank's thigh. "Yes. God, yes. I like it rough. I like you dominant. Just keep talking to me."
That was all the permission Frank needed. He stripped Marc's hoodie and sweatpants off in one swift motion, leaving him naked on the sheets. Frank's tank top and briefs followed, his large uncut cock springing free, thick and heavy, the flushed head already slick. He pushed Marc's legs apart and settled between them, mouth crashing down in a hungry kiss while one big hand wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them together.
"Fuck, you feel perfect," Frank growled against Marc's lips. "So hard for me already. You want me to fuck you, Fischer? Want me to bury this big cock inside you until you are screaming my name?"
Marc moaned, hips bucking up into the grip. "Yes. Please, Frank."
Frank reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers generously. He worked Marc open with two thick digits first, scissoring gently but firmly, curling to hit that spot inside that made Marc arch off the bed. "That good? Tell me if it is too much."
"More," Marc gasped. "I can take it."
Frank added a third finger, stretching him wider, all while stroking Marc's cock with his free hand and whispering filthy praise. "Such a good boy. Taking my fingers so well. Going to feel even better around my cock."
They started in the bed, Frank flipping Marc onto his stomach and sliding in deep from behind in one long thrust. The stretch was perfect, full and burning in the best way. Frank fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand braced beside Marc's head, the other gripping his hip hard enough to leave faint marks. "You feel incredible. So tight. So fucking wet for me." He leaned down, beard scraping Marc's shoulder. "Is this rough enough? You like me pounding you like this?"
"Yes! Harder, Frank. Please."
Frank gave it to him, hips snapping faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. They moved to the edge of the bed, Marc bent over it while Frank stood behind, gripping both hips and driving in with raw force. Marc's moans turned into cries, his cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.
Frank pulled out suddenly, spun Marc around, and lifted him like he weighed nothing. "Wrap your legs around me." He carried Marc to the living room, still kissing him, and lowered him onto the wide leather couch. Marc straddled him, sinking back down onto the thick cock in one smooth motion. They fucked like that for long minutes, Marc riding hard while Frank thrust up to meet him, hands roaming everywhere, pinching nipples, slapping Marc's ass with just enough sting to make him gasp.
"Look at you," Frank panted, eyes dark with lust. "Riding my cock so beautifully. You love being full of me, don't you? Tell me."
"I love it," Marc moaned. "Love your big cock stretching me. Fuck me deeper."
Frank stood again, still buried inside, and walked them to the kitchen island. He set Marc on the cool marble edge, legs spread wide, and drove back in with renewed force. The angle was devastating. Marc's back arched, head thrown back as Frank pounded into him, one hand wrapped around Marc's throat lightly, the other stroking his cock.
"Too much?" Frank asked, voice rough but caring. "Tell me if you need me to slow down."
"Do not stop," Marc begged. "I am so close."
Frank grinned, feral and tender at the same time. "Not yet. I have an idea." He pulled out, helped Marc down, and led him back to the bedroom. From the closet he pulled out a black leather harness, simple but sturdy with metal rings and straps that would cross Marc's chest and back.
"Want you to wear this," Frank said, holding it up. "So I can hold onto you tighter while I fuck you. Grip the straps and pull you back onto my cock. Is that okay? You can say no."
Marc's eyes lit up. "Yes. Put it on me."
Frank buckled it around him with careful hands, adjusting the straps so they framed Marc's lean athletic body perfectly, the leather contrasting against his trimmed blond body hair. He turned Marc around and bent him over the bed again, gripping the back straps of the harness like handles. When he thrust back in, the leverage let him pull Marc onto his cock with every stroke, deeper and harder than before. The room filled with the wet sounds of fucking, Marc's loud moans, and Frank's constant stream of praise and questions.
"God, you look so hot in this. Like you were made for me to wreck. Does it feel good when I pull you back like this? Too rough?"
"Perfect," Marc cried out. "Harder. Use me."
Frank fucked him relentlessly, the harness giving him total control, muscles flexing, sweat shining on his hairy chest. They moved once more, this time to the large armchair by the window. Marc sat in Frank's lap facing away, the harness straps still in Frank's fists as he bounced Marc up and down on his thick cock. The morning light poured over them, highlighting every detail: the way Frank's large shaft disappeared into Marc's stretched hole, the flex of powerful thighs, the bounce of Marc's average cock slapping against his own stomach.
"I am close," Frank growled, voice strained. "Want to come together. Stroke yourself for me, Fischer. Let me feel you come while I am buried inside you."
Marc's hand flew to his cock, jerking fast. Frank's thrusts became erratic, deep and punishing. "Come on. Give it to me. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock when you lose it."
Marc came first with a broken shout, the load shooting across his stomach and the harness straps. His hole clenched hard. Frank followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing deep inside, groaning Marc's name like a prayer as he filled him completely.
They stayed locked together for long minutes, breathing hard, Frank's arms wrapped around Marc from behind, still holding the harness straps gently now. Soft kisses landed on Marc's neck, his shoulder, his jaw.
"You were incredible," Frank whispered. "So perfect for me."
Eventually he pulled out carefully, helped Marc out of the harness, and guided him to the spacious shower. Hot water cascaded over them as they stood under the spray, bodies pressed close. Frank washed Marc with tender hands, soaping every inch, massaging his shoulders and thighs. Marc returned the favor, running soapy palms over Frank's muscular chest, through the dark hair, down the powerful lines of his back and ass. They kissed slowly under the water, no urgency left, just warmth and connection. Frank held Marc against him, arms wrapped tight, foreheads resting together.
"I meant what I said last night," Frank murmured between kisses. "I want this. Us. All of it."
Marc smiled against his lips, the afterglow settling deep in his bones. "Me too."
They lingered in the shower until the water started to cool, trading lazy kisses and quiet touches, the raw heat of the morning giving way to something even sweeter. The slow burn had turned into a steady, passionate flame, and neither of them wanted to put it out.
... To be continued
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