⚠️ its just a fanfic, it's not related to anyone personal life, this is about the characters not the actor who portray it so understand the difference ok ⚠️
The clock struck twelve, its echoing chime signaling the end of a long and eventful day. One by one, the house succumbed to sleep, enveloped in a peaceful silence. Malang, feeling a slight thirst, tiptoed out of his room, his bare feet padding silently on the cool marble floor.
He reached the kitchen, a glass of water his sole objective. Just as he reached for the faucet, a hand shot out from the shadows, wrapping itself around his waist and pulling him back against a hard surface.
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Malang yelped, his heart leaping into his throat. He whirled around, ready to unleash a torrent of complaints, but the words died on his lips when he saw the face staring back at him.
"Neel!" he exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and relief flooding his senses.
Neel, a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaned in closer. "Hey there, beautiful. Couldn't sleep?"
Malang playfully swatted at his arm. "You scared the living daylights out of me! What are you doing lurking in the dark?"
Neel smirked. "Maybe I just missed you," he admitted, his voice a low rumble.
Malang's breath hitched. The playful banter took a sudden turn, the air crackling with a new tension. Neel's gaze dropped to his lips, a silent question hanging heavy in the air. Malang felt his own pulse quicken, a delicious thrill coursing through him.
Neel leaned in, his intention clear. Malang, however, decided to play a little game. He tilted his head just out of reach, a playful smirk gracing his lips.
"Don't play with fire, baby," Neel murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Malang, enjoying the power play, leaned even further away, dodging Neel's first attempt at a kiss. "Oh, I think I will," he countered, his voice a teasing whisper.
Neel, his frustration tinged with amusement, lunged again. But Malang, light on his feet, repeated the maneuver, leaving Neel with a frustrated groan.
"Come on, Malang," Neel pleaded, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Don't be cruel."
Malang's smirk widened. He leaned in close, brushing his lips against Neel's ear. "Maybe later," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down Neel's spine. He then planted a quick kiss on Neel's cheek, a playful goodbye before darting away.
Neel, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, watched as Malang disappeared into the hallway. He stood there for a moment, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Malang might be playing hard to get, but at least he had gotten his kiss – a sweet taste of what was to come.
Emboldened by the taste of Malang's lips against his cheek, Neel followed him, his steps filled with renewed determination. He might have to play Malang's game, but he was determined to win the prize - another kiss, a deeper connection, a moment of pure, unadulterated passion. The night was young, and the possibilities were endless. . . . . . .
The dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the kitchen window cast long shadows as Neel followed Malang down the hallway. Malang, a playful glint in his eyes, turned a corner, disappearing into his room. Neel chuckled, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He knew Malang was teasing him, and he was determined to rise to the challenge.
Reaching the doorway, Neel leaned against the frame, a casual pose belying the racing thoughts in his head. "So," he drawled, his voice laced with playful challenge, "am I going to get that goodnight kiss, or are you going to make me beg?"
Malang, peeking out from behind his closed door, couldn't help but laugh at the mock seriousness in Neel's voice. He knew Neel wouldn't beg, not really. But the playful banter was fueling the delicious spark that had ignited between them.
"Hmmm," Malang pretended to ponder, his voice a teasing lilt. "Begging might be a little harsh, don't you think?"
Neel raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing his lips. "Perhaps. But a little persuasion wouldn't hurt."
He pushed himself off the doorframe, taking a step closer to Malang's room. Malang, captivated by the moonlight glinting off Neel's eyes, couldn't help but take a step back, his breath catching in his throat.
"Or," Neel continued, his voice dropping to a low whisper, "I could simply take what I want."
The air crackled with unspoken desire. Malang felt a shiver run down his spine, a mixture of nervousness and excitement swirling within him. He knew Neel wouldn't force anything, but the possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through him.
"Oh really?" Malang challenged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "And what exactly would you take?"
Neel, closing the distance between them in two long strides, stopped just inches away from Malang. He could feel the warmth radiating from Malang's body, smell the faint scent of his cologne. The air grew thick with anticipation.
"This," Neel murmured, his voice husky with desire. Before Malang could react any further, Neel cupped his face in his hands and gently pulled him into a kiss.
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The kiss was electric, a burst of emotions that sent shivers down their spines. Malang, surprised at first, quickly melted into it, his arms finding their way around Neel's neck. Neel deepened the kiss, pouring all his longing and suppressed desire into it. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a promise whispered on trembling lips.
They broke apart after what felt like an eternity, both breathless and flushed. Malang leaned his forehead against Neel's, a dazed smile playing on his lips.
"Wow," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
Neel chuckled, a soft sound that vibrated through Malang. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. "That was… something."
They stood there for a moment, lost in the aftermath of their stolen kiss. The weight of unspoken feelings hung heavy in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the growing bond between them.
Finally, Neel pulled back, a hint of shyness creeping into his voice. "Goodnight, Malang," he said, his gaze lingering on Malang's lips.
Malang, his heart overflowing with newfound courage, replied with a playful wink. "Goodnight, Neel. Sweet dreams."
As Neel turned to leave, his hand brushed against Malang's. He squeezed it gently, a silent promise of more to come. Malang watched him go, a smile never leaving his face. The night may be young, but this unexpected kiss had changed something. The future, once uncertain, now held a glimmer of hope, a possibility of love that bloomed under the watchful eye of the moon.
