It's 18+ chapter will involve sex scene so if you want to skip you. Plus I am writing sex scene first time so please forgive if you are disappointed.
Vi sat in the dimly lit room, his attention riveted to the screen as the movie played. The sharp contrast of light and shadow framed Aadi's powerful figure, his presence on screen magnetic and commanding. Aadi played the role of a dominant villain—cold, calculating, and dangerously attractive. Vi couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly Aadi slipped into the character, his lover exuding a kind of authority that sent a shiver down Vi’s spine. God, he looks hot Vi thought, feeling a surge of pride mixed with something more primal.
But then the scene shifted. Aadi's character was kissing the lead actress, and Vi’s chest tightened. He knew about the scene, had been warned about it, but seeing it unfold felt different. His heart clenched, a wave of jealousy bubbling up inside him as the scene grew more intimate. He watched as the kisses deepened, as the characters’ bodies intertwined in passion, and though his mind told him it was just acting, his emotions didn’t listen.
Vi felt possessive, the jealousy stirring something deeper in him. His thoughts wandered, imagining Aadi's hands gripping him just as firmly, that same intensity of control but directed at him. His desire stirred, heat building as he pictured Aadi dominating him in the same way, not as the villain on screen, but as his lover. Vi’s breath hitched at the thought, his body responding to the vivid fantasy that played in his mind, a yearning he hadn’t quite felt so strongly before.
It had been a year since they started dating, and despite their love and growing closeness, the most intimate they had been was a series of deep kisses. They hadn’t crossed that final threshold yet, but tonight, watching Aadi on screen like this, Vi felt the urge stronger than ever.
He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining Aadi’s hands on his skin, his lips against his neck, the weight of his body pressing him down. The desire flooded him, and Vi realized just how much he wanted it.
Vi stood in front of the mirror, water droplets still glistening on his skin from the shower. He smirked at his reflection, a plan forming in his mind. He slipped into Aadi's white shirt, letting it hang loosely off his damp frame. The fabric clung to his body in all the right places, accentuating his toned form while teasingly revealing just enough to spark Aadi's imagination. He could already picture the way Aadi's eyes would darken with desire, and that thought alone made Vi's heart race.
This was going to be subtle, but undeniably effective. He wanted Aadi to finally lose that ironclad restraint.
As he heard the door click open, Vi leaned casually against the doorframe, feigning nonchalance. His eyes met Aadi's the moment he walked in, and just as he expected, Aadi froze in his tracks. The air between them instantly charged with tension.
Aadi's gaze swept over Vi, lingering on the way his white shirt clung to his still-wet skin, the droplets of water slowly sliding down his collarbone. Aadi swallowed hard, his usually composed demeanor slipping for a brief second. His eyes grew darker, a flicker of raw desire igniting behind them.
"Vi..." Aadi's voice was strained, barely containing the fire that had suddenly sparked within him. "Why are you wearing my shirt?"
Vi smirked, his lips curving into a teasing smile. He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward Aadi, moving slowly, deliberately. His bare feet padded softly across the floor, and each step seemed to pull Aadi further into the storm Vi had been planning.
"It was the closest thing I could find," Vi murmured, his voice low and sultry, a quiet purr that sent a jolt through Aadi. The lie was obvious, but neither of them cared. "I didn't think you'd mind."
