When We're Together

Belgrade, Serbia December,2024 In the heart of Belgrade, winter brought a breath of coolness to the cobbled streets, enveloping them in a delicate wave of frost. The Christmas lights twinkled like stars strung on silver strands, illuminating the bustling city. Illia and Miroslav snuggled in the warmth of Illia's apartment, cuddling and smooching gently in the close comfort of pillows and bed, sharing whispers and laughter. The small apartment had been the witness of their secret love ever since Illia had bought it. Now, after more or less predictable circumstances in inactivity, they were trying to take advantage of more time spent together. After a few brief talks, they decided to spend Christmas in Belgrade, in Illia's apartment. Mira quickly bought a Warsaw-Belgrade plane ticket and soon the two lovers were in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth and comfort of Illia's apartment. Although they did not celebrate Christmas in the Western style, they enjoyed the amosphere and the agitation caused by this holiday among locals and tourists. Illia quickly zip up his jacket and glances at Miroslav. In the soft light in the room, Miroslav's model like features were even more prominent: his high stature of over 1.90, delicate cheekbones and short light brown hair framing its striking brown eyes. He looked perfect, even in that white and black stripes sweater, as if he had just stepped off the podium. Mira throws a smile in the corner his mouth to Illia, arranging an invisible crease on his sweater with his right hand: -I think this sweater fits perfectly with your hair, my love, he finished tenderly, caressing his lover's two-coloured hair. Ilya felt the heat start to rise in his cheeks from such a small gesture.Breathing quickly,he stood up on his tiptoes and give Mira a short kiss on the lips. -You want to lure me to remain in the apartment? Mira asked him,smirking. The reddish colour from Illia's cheeks became more intense. "It's just the heat," he told to himself. But he knew very well how easy it is for Miroslav to make him blush. -We had discussed to visit the Christmas market, he said, not too convincing. Mira smiled at him once more, putting on his white jacket. - We're going to, he nodded. The two shared few warm smiles and left the apartment. They wanted to try as many activities as possible that a normal couple does during the winter holidays. Just the two of them. Stepping out of the heat of the apartment, they were greeted by the snowflakes which fell enchanting on asphalt and all around them. The city was transformed, as it always did at this time of year, into a wonderland .No wonder this year theme is “Winter Fairytale” or Zimska bajka, how the locals calls it. The transformation of Belgrade Waterfront into a winter wonderland was nothing short of extraordinary. Twinkling lights, festive decorations, and an abundance of holiday spirit fill the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. As they stepped into the market, they were greeted by spectacular Christmas trees, set against the dazzling backdrop of the city’s newest urban hotspot. The stall merchants were sitting with their cabins shining with twinkling lights, an array of local vendors offering handmade gifts, holiday decorations, artisanal crafts, and delicious treats. The smell of mulled wine and traditional Serbian delicacies floating through the air, making it impossible to resist stopping for a warm drink or a bite to eat.It was a delight to step into this fairytale land. They were walking next to each other, not daring to hold hands, because they were,after all in Belgrade. But their bodies, so close to each other, generated a heat that did not consider the cold from the outside. -Look, Mir! exclaimed Illia while pointing to a stall selling Serbian palacinke with different toppings. We have to try them! -Mmmm, Mira agreed, looking greedy at the palacinke stand .One would be delicious. They sat in line, waiting impatiently to get in front. When they finally reached, they decided to take a palacinka with delicious cream cheese, one of Miroslav's favorites. They giggled with delight like two teenagers, biting one by one from the palacinka, just to touch their faces and hands. The cold began to disappear around them, the ordinary experience of sharing a crepe easily turning into an erotic one. But as they savored the treat, a familiar voice pierced their bubble of happiness. -Ilyukha? Miroslav? Both of them suddenly turned, the joy of the moment being stopped by a big surprise. Ruslana, their former organization manager, was standing in front of them, not believing that she had met both of them,together at the Christmas market. -What a pleasant surprise! What are you two doing here? she asked, not knowing their secret. -We try to relax, Illia said, trying to ease the slight panic in his voice. Miroslav comes a little closer, his soothing warmth having the gift to calm him down. Ruslana smiled, her expressions changing slightly while examining their faces. -I'm glad to see you're both enjoying your free time. Mira looks at Illia, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.But it didn't take long, turning into a naughty smile. -You see, Ruslana, we're acting in this period, like everyone who visit the Christmas market and has nothing else better to do. Illia stifled his laugh. The discussion continues calmly, trading few lines, Ruslana slightly embarrassed and the two secret lovers looking for each other. -It was such a pleasure to see you, boys, she said, before saying goodbye.It's quite a pleasant surprise to see both of you. Mira regretfully looked at the piece of palacinka in his hand, which had cooled and hardened. The few minutes when they had talked to Ruslana, he had completely forgotten about it. Ilia followed Mira with his eyes. - Let's go home, Mir. It got cold. - And crowded, continued Miroslav. Who knows who else we might meet here... They both giggled at the idea of meeting again someone else from their former team. -How lucky we were ‘till now meeting Ruslana, Dimas would be the only missing one, Illia chuckles. Back in Illia's apartment, the atmosphere changes again. They quickly made themselves comfortable. Illia tenderly looked at his lover and said: - I'm going to prepare some delicious palacinke for you, Mir.We couldn't enjoy the one from the Christmas market. Mira feels like he melts at the words of his lover.Only Illia could be so tender and caring, ‘till the smallest details.A warm smile brightens his eyes. - It would be wonderful, he said, following Illia into the kitchen. - I have an idea, said Illia with a smile in the corner of his mouth as he was searching through the kitchen, finally coming out with the ingredients for palacinke.Let's do it differently today.What do you think about? Miroslav's eyes sparkled. - Do you want it different today, my love?he asked him, smirking. Illia blushed ones again. He looked him straight in the eyes, grinning. -Chocolate, said Illia, his gaze lingering on Mira's lips. Mira anxiously licked his lips. - Yes, chocolate,my love, Illia continued, moving his gaze this time much lower, on Mira's body, lingering for a few more seconds between his lover's legs, then to return to his full lips . Palacinke with chocolate. - Then... palacinke with chocolate to be, answered Mira, his voice slightly hoarsed. When Illia started mixing the batter, Miroslav leaned on the countertop, looking at his lover with delight. Illia was handling the batter with a chef dexterity. Soon, the wonderful aroma filling the air. The first palacinke were ready and Illia placed them nicely on a plate. The warm chocolate sauce was next to them. But Illia couldn't think of palacinke anymore. He looked at the bowl with chocolate sauce. Guided by an impulse, he put 1 finger in the chocolate sauce and spread it on Mira's cheekbones. With an lustfully gaze, Miroslav took his finger and using it to collect the chocolate off his face, he leaned closer to Illia. - It would be a shame not to share the chocolate, he said. He put his finger on Illia's lips, caressing them. Illia reacted immediately, his tongue being eager to taste the sweetness of chocolate, licking Mira’s chocolate coated finger. Their lips met in a soft kiss, the sweet chocolate mixing with the sweetness of their lips. The kiss deepened as the world around them disappeared. They lost themselves in the sensations, exploring each other with gentle touches, but with more and more intense kisses. As the heat between them increased, the clothes began to disappear, one by one, falling the pile on the floor. Before he realizes, Mira sticks closer with his back to the table, the palacinke being for long forgotten. Illia gently pushed Miroslav on the top of table with a playful glint in his eye. - Let's taste some more chocolate, he suggested, reaching for more chocolate sauce. Mira tried to laught, but he could only let out a soft moan while Illia splashed his body with warm chocolate. He arched his back, shivers sending down his spine, as Illia bent over, teasingly licking the chocolate, with tongue touching and leaving fire on his tense skin. Ilia looked delightedly at his lover, his eyes shining like two hot coals. -I made you more moles, Mir, he said with husky voice, the tongue, then hands continued to paint chocolate patterns on Mira's snow white skin. -Now you, my love, Mira said, playing with chocolate on his lover’s chubby body. Illia's eyes turn obsidian black with desire as he gently bent over Mira, his half-white,half-black hair disorderly falling on his forehead. -You look so tempting, my love, he whispered.A real feast from which I want spoil myself. Illia, breathing tight by need, coated his fingers with lube before bending over Mira. He teased him, slipping a lube coated finger down to the magic entrance, where Mira longed for him the most. Miroslav panted, arching his back as the pleasure flowed through him. The sensation was electric, and his heart was racing, , in harmony with Illia's movements, as soon as he slipped a finger into him.With each movement, Miroslav felt his body respond, the sweet tension rising as Illia touched him in the most intimate way with his finger. - You are so beautiful, Illia breathed hard, with a full of love voice , while slipping a second finger inside Mira. Miroslav moaned slowly, his body generating heat. -More, he asked, wrapping his legs around Illia's hips while pushing his pelvis further forward, trying to feel his fingers deeper. Illia increased the speed, trying to prepare him more. Illia swallowed hard and removed his fingers.Mira wailed at the sensation of lost. With sparkling eyes, Illia put again a finger in the bowl with chocolate sauce, taking a generous amount of it and insered it in Mira’s rosebud.Mira’s eyes widened in surprise and delight.Illia curved his finger and worked that magic spot deep in Mira. Miroslav moaned again, with his head thrown back, an insane image of pleasure in front of Illia. - I need you, Ilyukh, he moaned, trying to minimize the distance between them. Ilya feels that his whole body is heated. With care and infinite tenderness, Illia fills him balls deep. He moves at first with gentle but deliberate fervor, every thrust sending waves of pleasure flowing through them. Their moans of desire intertwined with chocolate aroma.Illia increases the pace, driven crazy by his lover's reactions.With a final thrust,Illia filled his lover with his hot cum. Once the waves of their passion calmed down and managed to regain their breath, Illia looked lovingly at his lover, his tongue licking the mixture of dark chocolate and Miroslav's hot white own from his tummy, enjoying every single drop. -Mmmm, he licked his lips. I had dessert. Delicious, he added, his eyes sparkling naughty. Mira slowly gets up from the table and kisses him. - I thought, my love, that you made the dessert for me... Ilia smiled at him, his face turning bright red. - I thought you got the dessert... you know... Mira kissed him once more, with infinite tenderness. -And I love it. It's just ... there's a little problem… -What problem? Illia asked him worriedly. I was thinking about asking for more dessert, he smirked, taking Illia by hand.I propose to change the room.And to take the bown with chocolate with us. Ilia smiled at him, feeling his heart full of love. - It's a wonderful idea... I can't wait too... for more dessert...because,Mir, together, we are the perfect ingredients for a 5 star gourmet dessert.