The hallway is quiet when they return from their night out, the echo of their footsteps swallowed by the late hour. Tee fumbles with his keys for a moment, the alcohol in his system dulling the edges of his movements just enough. Nio stands behind him, flushed from the warmth of the drinks and the way Tee hasn't stopped touching him all evening - fingers grazing his lower back, brushing his wrist, a thumb resting at the curve of his neck like it belonged there.
When the door finally clicks open, Tee steps aside to let Nio in, but the moment the door shuts, he turns sharply. Nio barely has time to blink before Tee crowds into his space, pinning him gently against the wood.
"You've been driving me crazy all night," Tee murmurs, voice low and rough.
Nio's breath catches as Tee leans in, their mouths colliding in a kiss that's deep and hungry, laced with weeks of built-up tension. Tee's hands find Nio's waist, sliding under the hem of his shirt, fingertips grazing skin. Nio shudders, his body betraying him as it arches into the touch.
But he doesn't pull away.
Instead, he kisses back - harder this time. His hands tangle in Tee's shirt, tugging him closer until their bodies are flush. Every nerve ending feels like it's on fire.
Tee breaks the kiss to search his eyes. "Are you sure?"
Nio swallows. His voice is barely a whisper. "Yes. I want this."
The look Tee gives him in return is almost reverent. He kisses Nio again, slower now, and lifts him with ease, carrying him toward the bed without breaking contact. The room is dim, lit only by the glow from the streetlights outside. Their shadows move across the walls as they fall onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and longing.
Clothes are shed between kisses. Fingers explore familiar skin in unfamiliar ways. And though Nio's nerves return for a moment - flashing questions, fear - Tee's presence is grounding. His hands are steady. His voice is soft. He kisses Nio like he means it. Like it's never been a question.
And Nio lets go.
They fall into each other completely, breathless and desperate, testing boundaries they're ready to break. The night is a blur of skin, heat, and whispered names - more real than anything Nio's ever known.
When the door finally clicks open, Tee steps aside to let Nio in, but the moment the door shuts, he turns sharply. Nio barely has time to blink before Tee crowds into his space, pinning him gently against the wood.
"You've been driving me crazy all night," Tee murmurs, voice low and rough.
Nio's breath catches as Tee leans in, their mouths colliding in a kiss that's deep and hungry, laced with weeks of built-up tension. Tee's hands find Nio's waist, sliding under the hem of his shirt, fingertips grazing skin. Nio shudders, his body betraying him as it arches into the touch.
But he doesn't pull away.
Instead, he kisses back - harder this time. His hands tangle in Tee's shirt, tugging him closer until their bodies are flush. Every nerve ending feels like it's on fire.
Tee breaks the kiss to search his eyes. "Are you sure?"
Nio swallows. His voice is barely a whisper. "Yes. I want this."
The look Tee gives him in return is almost reverent. He kisses Nio again, slower now, and lifts him with ease, carrying him toward the bed without breaking contact. The room is dim, lit only by the glow from the streetlights outside. Their shadows move across the walls as they fall onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and longing.
Clothes are shed between kisses. Fingers explore familiar skin in unfamiliar ways. And though Nio's nerves return for a moment - flashing questions, fear - Tee's presence is grounding. His hands are steady. His voice is soft. He kisses Nio like he means it. Like it's never been a question.
And Nio lets go.
They fall into each other completely, breathless and desperate, testing boundaries they're ready to break. The night is a blur of skin, heat, and whispered names - more real than anything Nio's ever known.
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