Vihaan Roy's hands were firm, yet tender as he lifted Rehaan effortlessly into his arms, the world narrowing down to the heat between them, the steady beating of two hearts daring to collide. Their lips never parted as he carried him across the room, the quiet sounds of their breaths and murmurs filling the space with a charged intimacy that neither wanted to break.
Rehaan's arms instinctively curled around Vihaan's neck, his legs wrapping instinctively around Vihaan's waist, pulling him closer until there was no distance left to bridge. The cool air of the night was forgotten, replaced by the rising warmth that ignited their skin.
Vihaan lowered Rehaan onto the plush bed with a reverence reserved only for precious things—yet his eyes held a fierce hunger beneath the gentleness. He kissed Rehaan again, slow, deliberate, each brush of his lips an unspoken promise.
> "Tonight is mine," Vihaan whispered against Rehaan's mouth, voice low and commanding yet laced with softness. "I want to feel you beneath me… not just your body, but everything you are."
Rehaan shivered, overwhelmed by the way Vihaan's hands traced the contours of his back, igniting fire with every touch. There was no rush—only the electric tension of two souls learning the depths of each other. Vihaan's kisses trailed down Rehaan's jaw, his neck, each one a gentle claim, a vow sealed by heat and breath.
> "You're mine," Vihaan murmured as his eyes locked with Rehaan's, searching, seeking, demanding surrender without force. "And I'm not letting go."
Rehaan's voice came barely above a whisper, trembling with a mixture of desire and trust.
> "I'm yours… Vihaan."
The night stretched endless before them—an ocean of dark velvet and whispered secrets. Vihaan's hands explored, mapping every inch of Rehaan's skin with reverence and need. They moved together slowly, deliberately, as if afraid to shatter the fragile world they were creating in this quiet, stolen moment.
> "I don't want to rush," Vihaan confessed between kisses, "I want to remember every second… every heartbeat."
Rehaan smiled softly, the vulnerability in his eyes melting into fierce trust.
> "Then take your time."
And so, beneath the soft glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains, Vihaan Roy took his time. Slowly, tenderly, he claimed Rehaan—not with violence or haste, but with the slow burn of a man who had never wanted anyone like this before.
Tonight was his night. Tonight was their night.Vihaan's touch was a slow, deliberate storm—each movement measured, intimate, a silent command that Rehaan belonged to him and only him. His hands traced the curves and planes of Rehaan's body, revering every inch as if it were sacred territory to be explored and claimed with care. There was no rush, only the languid, almost cruel patience of a man who wanted to burn the memory into every nerve.
Rehaan's breath hitched, his body responding to Vihaan's slow possession with a shudder that rippled through him like wildfire. The heat of Vihaan's gaze was suffocating, heavy with desire and something darker—an obsession that left no room for escape.
As Vihaan's fingers pressed gently against his skin, coaxing and claiming inch by inch, Rehaan's head jerked back involuntarily, and a single tear slid down his cheek. The tear was a silent confession—a mix of overwhelmed emotion, surrender, and the fierce vulnerability of giving himself completely.
Vihaan caught the tear with his thumb, his lips parting in a breathless whisper.
> "You feel it too, don't you?" Vihaan murmured, voice thick with need. "This… us… it's real. And it's only beginning."
Rehaan swallowed hard, eyes wide and shining, his voice barely audible.
> "I'm yours… every part."
Vihaan's hands tightened just enough to remind Rehaan of his possession—not forceful, but undeniable. He bent his head, capturing Rehaan's mouth in a kiss that was slow, deep, and full of promise.
> "Mine," Vihaan breathed against Rehaan's lips, "only mine."
The room seemed to pulse with the sound of their mingled breaths and the quiet rustle of skin against skin. Time slowed to a crawl as Vihaan continued his gentle conquest, worshipping every response, every flicker of emotion that danced across Rehaan's face.
> "Don't hide anything," Vihaan whispered. "I want all of you. Every fear, every desire. I'll carry it with me."
Rehaan trembled, letting the weight of those words sink deep into his soul. He felt stripped bare yet fiercely protected, caught in the web of Vihaan's possessive love.
> "I'm yours," Rehaan repeated, voice breaking with raw honesty.
Vihaan's lips curved into a slow, victorious smile as he kissed Rehaan again, a vow sealed with fire and tenderness.