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The heat inside the hammam was thick, almost suffocating. Steam curled around the ancient tiled walls, blurring the outlines of the men inside. Karim wiped a bead of sweat from his temple, his muscular chest rising and falling slowly as he leaned back against the hot stone bench. He wasn’t here just to relax.

Across from him, Faisal sat, a silent god among men. His thick beard dripped with moisture, chest broad and covered in dark curls. Karim’s eyes followed the line of hair running down his tight, muscular stomach, disappearing beneath the damp towel wrapped around his waist.

They had been playing this game for weeks—meeting at the hammam, exchanging glances, letting the tension build. But tonight felt different. Tonight, Faisal wasn’t just looking. He was waiting.

The Unspoken Invitation

Karim shifted on the stone, stretching his legs slightly. The movement wasn’t lost on Faisal, who smirked, adjusting his towel just enough to expose the deep trail of hair leading lower. The air between them crackled, thick with something unspoken.

Slowly, Faisal rose, his massive frame casting a shadow over Karim. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the private rooms at the back of the hammam, disappearing into the mist. Karim hesitated for only a second before following.

The door clicked shut behind him. The room was small, the only light coming from a single overhead lamp, casting their bodies in a golden glow. Faisal leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes dark and unreadable.

“You’ve been looking at me for too long,” he murmured, voice deep, commanding.

Karim swallowed hard. “And you’ve been waiting for me to do something about it.”

Breaking the Tension

The silence stretched between them, heavy, loaded. Then, Faisal stepped forward, closing the space between them in two strides. His hands were rough as they gripped Karim’s waist, pulling him flush against his body. Karim gasped, the sensation of skin against skin, the damp heat pressing them together, sending a jolt of arousal through him.

Faisal’s breath was warm against his ear. “I like my men strong,” he whispered, fingers digging into Karim’s back. “And willing.”

Karim’s answer was a kiss—deep, hungry, demanding. Their beards scraped together as Faisal’s hands roamed lower, gripping Karim’s hips with bruising intensity. The world outside the room ceased to exist. All that mattered was this moment, this heat, the way their bodies fit together like they had been made for this.

The towel around Karim’s waist slipped to the floor, forgotten.

Raw, Bare, Unstoppable

Faisal’s hands explored Karim’s body like he was memorizing every inch of him. His fingers trailed down his chest, teasing the soft curls of hair before gripping his thighs, hoisting him up effortlessly. Karim wrapped his legs around him, breath hitching as Faisal pressed him against the warm stone wall.

“No barriers,” Faisal growled, his voice rough with need. “I want you like this.”

Karim’s head fell back, a shiver running through him. He knew what that meant. He wanted it too.

There was no hesitation. Faisal was all-consuming, taking him with a force that stole his breath. Every thrust was deep, claiming, leaving no space between them. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the small room, the scent of sweat and arousal thick in the air.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Faisal groaned, his grip tightening.

Karim could only moan in response, his nails digging into Faisal’s shoulders, clinging to him as pleasure built between them. The heat, the friction, the primal intensity—it was too much, and yet not enough.

He wanted more. Needed more.

The Breaking Point

Their rhythm became frantic, desperate. Faisal’s beard was damp against Karim’s neck, his breath ragged as he pushed them both closer to the edge. Karim arched against him, muscles tensing, pleasure coiling tight in his stomach.

“Faisal—”

With a final, powerful thrust, the world shattered. Karim cried out, his entire body tensing as he came undone. Faisal wasn’t far behind, his grip tightening as he spilled inside him, breath heavy against his ear.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, bodies pressed together, hearts hammering in sync. Then, Faisal let out a soft chuckle, brushing a hand over Karim’s sweat-slicked back.

“Took you long enough to follow me back here,” he murmured.

Karim grinned, still breathless. “Guess I won’t make you wait next time.”

Faisal’s eyes darkened. “Next time?”

Karim just smirked, reaching down to retrieve his towel. “Yeah,” he said, throwing it over his shoulder. “Next time, I want to see how good you taste.”

The promise lingered between them as Karim walked out of the private room, disappearing into the mist once more.

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