Our First Night
The apartment was quiet, heavy with anticipation. Fah's heart raced as Tawan closed the door behind them, the click echoing like a signal that the rest of the world didn't exist anymore.
Tawan stepped closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Finally. Alone."
Fah's hands trembled slightly. "We…we shouldn't—"
Tawan silenced him with a hand against his chest, letting him feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "Tonight, there are no rules. Just us."
And then he kissed him.
It started soft, teasing, exploratory. But as Fah melted against him, Tawan's hands slid under his shirt, tracing the warmth of his skin. Fah gasped, gripping Tawan's shoulders, feeling heat surge through him like wildfire.
Every kiss, every touch, every brush of lips against jaw and neck escalated the fire inside Fah. Tawan's fingers traced along his spine, guiding him onto the couch, pressing him flush against his chest.
"Tell me if it's too much," Tawan whispered, lips brushing against his ear.
"It's not…don't stop," Fah breathed, voice trembling.
Their movements grew bolder. Clothing shifted, hands explored, mouths roamed in a dance of hunger and tenderness. Every gasp, moan, and shiver threaded them closer, weaving desire and emotion together. Fah felt raw, exposed, and completely safe all at once.
When they finally collapsed against each other, sweat-slicked and breathless, Tawan rested his forehead on Fah's, murmuring, "You're mine."
Fah let out a shuddering laugh. "And you're impossible."
Tawan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "And I'll keep being impossible, if it means you stay with me."
They fell asleep entwined, the apartment filled with quiet warmth, hearts still racing.