Fics like white wine in the sun

The apple is an easy target. It is gripped by long, thick fingers, and with a practiced twist and an application of strength, splits down the centre in a spray of juice, as though that is simply how apples are supposed to work. The man laughs, a rich and buoyant sound, and flicks an errant chunk of apple from his cheekbone. Each half is still held in a secure, clawed hand. “Broke that one open for you real quick,” he says, gravelled yet cheery, in rapid Akielon. He then takes a large bite of the apple, still grinning as he chews. Laurent frowns. He had begun with strength training videos. He is not entirely sure how he ended up here. The algorithm had seemed well content to show him what he was looking for, up until this fruit-splitting brute. --- When Auguste suggests an Akielon holiday as a break from their Christmas monotony, Laurent is not expecting anything but boredom on a beach. That is, until he meets the fetish video creator who he has been obsessing over for the past few weeks. Damen is ready for a relaxing Christmas—nothing but sun, sand, and sex. But when he meets an unpredictable Veretian on the beach, he starts to think that maybe a challenge is just what he needs.

Fics like white wine in the sun

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