#scentkink

Curious, bro? That’s how it starts. One whiff of Ezan’s sweat-soaked thobe, and your old number starts pulsing again. Gary 23, right?

That number’s still etched in gold. You left the team, but the gold never left you.

And now you’re looking at Ezan, shirtless, flexing, dumb, divine, and wondering if that golden Arab will claim you too. He doesn’t ask. He transforms.

The moment you breathe him in, you’re his. You’ll drop to your knees, grunting your new name in broken Arabic, your old bro-self drenched and forgotten. So be careful with that curiosity, bro. Ezan doesn’t just change you… he replaces you.

Since I can be as shamelessly horny as I want over here. Lemme advertise my own writing for a second...

now- dont get me wrong- me and him aren't romantically or sexually involved but, as guys do, we would wrestle. BRO, the emotions i was feeling in that moment were fucking crazy. like he's so much bigger and stronger i literally had no chance of fighting back. i would try for a bit but then kinda just give up to be crushed and struggling to breathe. and- AND, get this, he pinned me down and made my smell his pits once. literally ascended.