Aiden’s arms were strong around Noah as he carried him effortlessly through the quiet halls of his house. The faint hum of the evening air-conditioning and the muted city lights outside painted shadows along the walls, making everything feel intimate, private… theirs.
He stepped into his room, the door clicking softly behind them. Slowly, carefully, Aiden set Noah down on the bed. Noah’s heartbeat was loud in his chest, quick and erratic, and Aiden could feel it even from where he stood.
Noah looked up at him, eyes wide, shimmering under the dim lamp. Aiden’s hands lifted to cradle his face gently, fingers brushing through his hair. The air between them felt electric, heavy with anticipation.
And then Aiden leaned in.
Their lips met. Not a quick kiss—slow, deliberate, hungry yet tender
