The kiss lingered in the air long after their lips parted.
Yuuto could still feel the way Aiden's fingers trembled slightly against his skin, despite how strong he looked on the outside.
"Aiden…" he whispered.
Aiden's jaw clenched. His thumb brushed Yuuto's lower lip again, this time slower—hungrier. "You're dangerous," he murmured.
Yuuto stepped even closer, pressing his palm against Aiden's chest. "Then why are you still touching me?"
Aiden didn't answer.
Instead, he lifted Yuuto up suddenly—easily—like he weighed nothing.
Yuuto gasped, arms flying around his neck. "W-What are you doing!?"
Aiden carried him down the hallway like a king carrying something precious. He kicked open a door with his foot.
The bedroom was dark, lit only by city lights pouring in from the wide windows. The bed was huge. Cold. Empty.
Not for long.
Aiden laid Yuuto down gently, but his gaze was anything but gentle.
"Tell me to stop now," he said, voice rough, breath shaky. "If I go further, I won't hold back."
Yuuto looked up at him, lips slightly parted, heart thudding like a drum.
"I don't want you to stop."
Those words broke whatever restraint was left in Aiden.
His lips crashed into Yuuto's again, hungrier this time. Desperate. His hands slid under the shirt Yuuto still wore—his shirt—touching bare skin for the first time.
Yuuto gasped, arching into his touch. His fingers tangled in Aiden's hair, pulling him closer, like he couldn't bear even an inch of distance.
Clothes fell to the floor—slowly, piece by piece—each moment full of tension, of heat, of breathless gasps.
When they were skin to skin, Aiden paused again, his forehead resting against Yuuto's.
"This isn't just s*x," he whispered.
Yuuto nodded. "I know."
"It's me giving you something I've never given anyone."
Yuuto smiled softly. "Then let me be the first."
And with that—
They moved together.
Slow at first. A dance of nerves and desire.
Then faster. Deeper.
Breathless.
They didn't speak much.
But their bodies said everything.
The room echoed with soft moans, whispered names, and the sounds of two people falling—not just into bed, but into each other.
By the end of it, Yuuto lay against Aiden's chest, sweaty and glowing, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Aiden's skin.
"You're shaking," Yuuto whispered.
"I'm terrified," Aiden admitted. "You're the one thing I want to live longer for."
Yuuto kissed his chest. "Then live."