'A Heinz Nightmare'

Florian trembled, his body hypersensitive to every touch. He felt Heinz's fingers ghost over his skin, the warmth of his palm settling hesitantly on his ass. The touch sent a shiver up his spine, making his breath catch. His hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more without meaning to.

A quiet murmur broke through the haze of sensation. "You're… really sensitive." Heinz's voice was low, almost as if he were speaking to himself.

Florian swallowed hard, burying his burning face in the sheets. He felt Heinz's fingers trail along the curve of his ass, the barely-there touch making him shudder. Then—hesitation. The warmth of Heinz's fingers lingered near his entrance but didn't press forward.

"This is… your first time, isn't it?" Heinz's voice held something unreadable, something knowing.

Florian tensed. It wasn't this body's first time—not really. But in this lifetime, it was.