Chapter 1

Leon lounged in the opulent confines of his luxurious bedroom, the warm glow of antique lamps casting a golden hue over the polished wooden floors and velvet drapes that framed the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights twinkled faintly in the distance, but his mind was miles away—across the ocean, to be precise. At 25, with his chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and tousled blonde hair that was combed upright above his forehead, Leon was the epitome of masculine perfection. His body, honed from countless hours at the gym, was a masterpiece of rippling muscles: broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, pecs that heaved with each breath, and abs that formed a perfect eight-pack, glistening slightly with a sheen of anticipation.

He was completely naked, his clothes discarded in a hasty pile on the Persian rug nearby. Settling into the plush, antique armchair with its deep blue upholstery and ornate wooden arms, Leon spread his legs wide, his thighs flexing as he positioned himself comfortably. His cock, already rock hard and throbbing at an impressive 9 inches, stood proud from a neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair. The thick shaft curved slightly upward, veins pulsing along its length, the swollen head glistening with a bead of precum that threatened to drip. His heavy balls hung low between his legs, full and aching for release. It had been a week since Caleb left for Germany on that business trip, and the absence had left Leon in a state of constant, simmering arousal. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough—Caleb, with his dark hair, mischievous grin, and that way he had of taking control in bed, was all Leon could think about.

A soft moan escaped Leon’s lips as he let his hands roam over his body, starting at his neck and trailing down. His fingers traced the contours of his collarbone, then dipped lower to circle his nipples, pinching them lightly until they hardened into stiff peaks. The sensation sent jolts straight to his groin, making his cock twitch involuntarily. He imagined Caleb’s mouth there instead—those full lips sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp. “Fuck, Caleb,” he whispered to the empty room, his voice husky with need. His hands continued their journey, sliding over the ridges of his abs, feeling the taut skin and the heat radiating from his core. He was smooth-shaven everywhere except for that inviting trail leading down to his erection, and his palms savored the firmness of his muscles, each one earned through sweat and discipline.