Theo’s house was quiet, the faint hum of the city outside blending with the soft, rhythmic sound of their breathing as Zain and Theo stood facing each other in the living room. There was an almost electric charge in the air Zain could feel it, every nerve alive, every sense heightened. They were both still recovering from what had just happened at the party the shock, the adrenaline, the words they’d finally said out loud.
Zain hadn’t realized how much weight he’d been carrying until now. Until the moment when he kissed Theo, in front of everyone, and everything had changed. It was as if all the tension, the guilt, the confusion, had just… vanished.
His heart was still pounding in his chest, and as he looked at Theo, standing so close to him, Zain couldn’t help but feel like there was no going back. Not that he wanted to.
“You okay?” Theo asked, his voice low, his hands brushing against the back of Zain’s neck, pulling him in closer. His breath was warm against Zain’s skin, and Zain could feel the thrum of his heartbeat in his own chest.
Zain nodded, though his hands were shaking slightly. He didn’t know why he wasn’t scared. But there was something about this moment, about Theo’s touch, that made everything feel even more real.
“I’m good,” Zain said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “But I just—” He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them until their chests were touching. His breath hitched when Theo’s fingers traced lightly over his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine.
Theo’s lips curled up slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes, but there was something else there too something that made Zain’s stomach twist. A mix of desire, care, and something else he couldn’t quite name.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Theo whispered, his voice almost a sigh as he leaned in, pressing his lips against Zain’s again.
This time, it wasn’t soft. It was hungry, urgent. Their lips met in a rush, both of them lost in the heat of the moment. Zain’s hands found Theo’s shirt, tugging him closer, pulling him into the kiss, as if he couldn’t get enough. He wanted this, needed this. His whole body felt alive with the way Theo’s hands moved to his waist, gripping him with a kind of desperation.
The world outside the room didn’t exist anymore. It was just the two of them, bodies pressing together, hearts beating faster. Zain’s pulse was pounding in his ears, the kiss growing more intense, more frantic. Every second, the tension between them seemed to build, and Zain could feel the heat between them growing.
When Theo pulled away just for a moment, Zain’s lips followed, not wanting to let go. His breathing was uneven, but his eyes were fixed on Theo’s, searching, questioning, wanting more. Theo’s hands moved to Zain’s back, sliding under his shirt, the warmth of his touch sending sparks through Zain’s body.
“You’re sure about this?” Theo asked, his voice rough, his thumb brushing over Zain’s lips as if he couldn’t quite believe it either.
Zain swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling quickly, and nodded. He didn’t need to say anything else. He leaned in again, his hands pushing Theo’s shirt up over his head, feeling the heat of his skin, the tension in his own body.
For a moment, everything slowed. They just looked at each other, both of them still breathing heavily, their hearts beating in sync. Then, without a word, Zain kissed Theo again—this time, deeper, harder, with all the things they hadn’t said but had felt for so long.
It was messy. It was raw. But it felt right. Every kiss, every touch, was a declaration. A promise.
Zain didn’t know where this would go, or what would happen next, but at that moment, he didn’t care.
Zain’s hands roamed to Theo’s pants, but Theo stopped him, pulling back slightly. Zain’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden distance.
“Zain,” Theo said, his voice rough, “we don’t have to rush. We can take our time…”
Zain’s chest heaved with the intensity of his emotions, but he nodded. “Yeah… I just—I just need you to know I’m all in, Theo. I want this. I want you.”
Theo’s eyes softened, and he kissed Zain again—slower this time, deeper. It wasn’t about urgency anymore. It was about connection. About saying what words couldn’t. Zain kissed him back, feeling the sincerity in each movement, each touch.
The moment stretched on, each kiss, each touch, building something between them. Something that felt real. Something that felt right.
When they finally stumbled toward the bed, their lips never parted. The kiss had become a promise, one they both knew couldn’t be broken.
They paused for a moment, breathless, just looking at each other. Zain’s heart hammered in his chest, and the realization hit him again—he was here with Theo, really here, and this felt so much more than what he had imagined.
“Are you sure?” Theo asked again, his voice rough with emotion.
Zain nodded, his hand reaching for Theo’s, their fingers entwining as if to seal the moment. “Yeah. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
With that, Theo kissed him again—this time slow, with more tenderness, more care. It was a kiss that said everything words couldn’t express, a kiss that made Zain feel like he was finally where he was supposed to be. With Theo.
Because Theo was here. And for the first time in a long while, Zain felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKeCqIYfCOl
