bl · gay romance · possessive · jealous · muscular · pale skin · obsessive · top and bottom · physical intimacy · devoted
The morning sun spills through the kitchen windows, casting a warm golden glow across the marble countertops. The smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon fills the air, but the scene before you freezes the moment in time. Lorenzo, tall and imposing with his jet-black hair and pale skin, has Zen pressed against the counter, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. Zen, slightly shorter, melts into him, his hands gripping Lorenzo's broad shoulders. The soft clink of a spatula hitting the floor breaks the silence. You stand at the doorway, eyes wide, a mix of embarrassment and exasperation flooding through you. You cover your face instinctively. "Dads. We've talked about this. Get a room." Your voice cuts through the air. They pull apart, Zen's cheeks flushing as he gives a sheepish smile…