You Belong With Me

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Rahul gently pulled back, creating just enough space to look into Sourav's eyes. "I just said yes to being in a relationship with you," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "What do you think?"

Sourav bit his lip, uncertainty clouding his gaze. "No, I mean, would you be ready to say yes to Sachin if he liked you? Like just giving chances and all. Am I in that category too? I mean, it's okay if I am, you know..." His words spilled out in a rush, his anxiety palpable.

Before Sourav could finish his rambling, Rahul silenced him in the most unexpected way. He closed the distance between them, capturing Sourav's lips in a tender, lingering kiss. Sourav's eyes widened in surprise, his thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. The world seemed to stand still, the only thing that mattered was the sensation of Rahul's lips on his.

When Rahul finally pulled back, his eyes were alight with sincerity and warmth. "I love you too," he said, his voice a soothing balm to Sourav's worried heart.

The room seemed to glow with a newfound light, their bond solidified by the honesty and the kiss they shared. Rahul's hand found its way to Sourav's cheek, caressing it softly. "You're not just a chance, Sourav. You're my choice."

Sourav's eyes sparkled, overwhelmed with relief and joy. He leaned into Rahul's touch, feeling the love and assurance in every caress. "I've been so scared," he admitted softly. "Scared that this was too good to be true."

Rahul shook his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's real, Sourav. This is real. We are real."

Sourav gazed at Rahul, a profound sense of relief washing over his heart. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and all he could think about was the man in front of him. With a gentle yet insistent touch, Sourav guided Rahul to lie back on the bed. As Rahul's back touched the soft mattress, Sourav moved gracefully to hover over him, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of emotions.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sourav leaned down and captured Rahul's lips in a kiss. This kiss was different from before—it was deeper, more intense, filled with a passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. Sourav's lips moved against Rahul's with a fervor that spoke of unspoken emotions, each touch a silent declaration of love. Rahul's breath hitched in his throat, his body responding instinctively to the intensity of the moment.

Sourav's hands moved with a gentle but firm determination, capturing Rahul's wrists with a tenderness that belied the strength of his grip. Slowly, he guided Rahul's arms above his head, pinning them softly against the pillow. It was a gesture of possession, but also of trust, as their fingers intertwined above them. The sensation of their fingers lacing together sent a shiver down Rahul's spine, grounding him in the reality of the moment.

The kiss deepened, their mouths moving in a slow, deliberate dance that spoke of all the feelings they had kept locked away. Sourav's lips were soft yet demanding, coaxing a response from Rahul that was immediate and fervent. Each brush of their lips, every gentle bite and soothing caress, heightened the intensity between them. The room around them seemed to pulse with the energy of their connection, a bubble of pure emotion that excluded everything else.

Their bodies pressed closer together, the warmth of their skin creating a cocoon of intimacy. Sourav's hands, still holding Rahul's wrists, tightened slightly as the kiss became even more passionate. The sensation of being held, of being cherished in this way, made Rahul's heart race. The world outside their embrace ceased to exist; there was only the two of them and the love that flowed so freely between them.