Forever yours

Ch.66

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The room was draped in the soft glow of the city lights streaming through the windows, casting delicate patterns on the walls. The air was warm, thick with the scent of passion that had simmered between them just moments ago. Ming lay on his side, his arm draped over Kit's waist, the heat of their bodies mingling beneath the sheets.

Kit's chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his face turned away. At first, Ming thought it was just the aftermath of their lovemaking, but when he felt the quiet tremor of Kit's shoulders, he knew something was wrong. He propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes narrowing in concern.

" Kitten..." Ming's voice was soft, almost a whisper, the authoritative edge he so often carried fading as he looked down at the man beside him. "Why are you crying?"

Kit's body tensed, but he didn't answer right away. Ming waited patiently, knowing better than to push him. When Kit finally spoke, his voice was shaky, barely audible over the hum of the city outside.

"I... I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you." Kit's words were laced with self-doubt, each syllable dripping with the weight of his insecurities. Tears rolled down his cheeks, catching the faint light from outside, shimmering like fragile glass.

Ming's heart clenched, a rare vulnerability washing over him. He reached out, his thumb gently brushing away Kit's tears, but Kit flinched, turning his face further into the pillow. Ming could feel the walls Kit was trying to build, but he wasn't about to let them stand.

"Don't say that," Ming murmured, his voice deep but everything. You "You deserve me, my baby kitten."

Kit shook his head, his breath hitching. "I'm... I'm just a nobody, P' . I don't fit into your world. I never will." His voice cracked, a sob escaping before he could stop it. "You could have anyone- someone better, someone who belongs."

Ming's grip tightened around Kit's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. He kissed the back of Kit's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment, trying to convey what words could not. His voice, when he spoke again, was thick with emotion, something raw and unguarded.

"Look at me, kitten."

Kit hesitated but slowly turned to face Ming. His eyes were red, wet with unshed tears, and his face was etched with vulnerability. Ming's gaze softened as he took in the sight before him.

"You belong with me," Ming said firmly, his eyes locking onto Kit's. "You're not nobody. You're the only person who makes me feel... like this." He placed a hand on Kit's cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of Kit's jaw. "I don't care about the world, or what they think. It's just us. And I love you."

Kit's breath hitched, his eyes widening in disbelief at Ming's words.

"I-" Kit tried to speak, but his voice failed him. More tears spilled down his cheeks, but this time they weren't from sorrow.

Ming leaned in, capturing Kit's lips in a gentle kiss, as if sealing his promise. When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against Kit's, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.

"You're mine, love. And I'm yours. That's all that matters."

Kit let out a shaky breath, the weight of his insecurities slowly lifting, even if only for a moment. He buried his face in Ming's chest, clinging to the warmth and the safety he found there.