Smoking cats - shinsero

Under the Moonlight

After their enchanting evening under the stars, the two boys decided to head back to Shinsou's apartment. The air was crisp and cool, a refreshing contrast to the warmth they had just shared. As they walked, Shinsou's heart raced with anticipation, both nervous and excited about what the night might hold.

Once inside the apartment, the soft glow of the lamps illuminated the cozy space, creating a welcoming atmosphere, even more so when Tipi came to greet them. Shinsou kicked off his shoes and let out a sigh, feeling the tension on the day fade away. He turned to the other, who was already watching him with a soft smile.

"Tonight was amazing," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it really was," Sero replied, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving the boy's face.
"I didn't want it to end."

"Neither did I." The purple haired boy felt a warmth in his chest, the air between them charged with unspoken desires. He wanted to savor this moment, to deepen the connection they had begun to forge.

Sero took a step closer, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind the other's ear. The touch sent shivers down Shinsou's spine, and he instinctively leaned into the contact.
"Can I kiss you?" The boy asked, voice low and sincere.

"Yes," Shinsou breathed, the word almost escaping him in a rush.

The black haired boy leaned in, their lips meeting softly at first, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened. Shinsou felt himself melting against the boy as he kissed him back, the warmth radiating from their bodies enveloping them both. It was a kiss that spoke of everything they had shared, of the vulnerability and intimacy they had begun to cultivate together.

As the kiss lingered, Shinsou's hands found their way to Sero's waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. He could feel the steady rhythm of the boy's heartbeat against his chest, a comforting reminder of their connection. With each brush of their lips, he felt the world around them fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment.

Sero pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Shinsou's.
"I love you," he confessed, his breath warm against Shinsou's skin.

"Me too," the boy replied, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too."

Their eyes locked, and in that shared gaze, Shinsou saw a reflection of his own feelings - deep affection mixed with a desire that had been building since their first encounter. Without breaking eye contact, Sero gently took his hands, guiding him toward the bedroom.

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Once inside, the atmosphere shifted to something more intimate. The dim light cast soft shadows on the walls, creating a safe haven where they could explore their feelings without judgement. The dark eyed boy stepped forward, his gaze intense as he studied the other boy.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, his voice steady yet filled with tenderness.

Shinsou nodded, his heart pounding with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
"I want this. I want you."

With a smile that lit up his face, Sero closed the distance between them again, capturing the boy's lips in another passionate kiss. This time, there was a sense of urgency, a deep yearning that pulsed between them. Shinsou responded eagerly, his hands sliding up to the other's shoulders, pulling him even closer.

As they kissed, Sero's hands began to roam, exploring the curves of Shinsou's body as if he were discovering a treasure. His fingers brushed against the hem of the boy's shirt, teasingly pulling it up slightly. Shinsou could feel his breath hitch at the contact, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him.

"Do you mind?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes searching the boy's for permission.

The purple haired boy swallowed hard, his heart racing as he nodded.
"No, I don't mind."

With a careful movement, Sero pulled Shinsou's shirt over his head, revealing the smooth but not so smooth skin beneath. The moment their bodies made contact, a jolt of electricity surged between them, igniting every nerve in Shinsou's body. He couldn't help but shiver as hands roamed over his sides, tracing the scars he usually kept hidden.

"Your scars..." the boy mumbled, his fingers gliding over them gently.
"They tell a story, don' they?"

"They do," he replied, feeling a mix of vulnerability and strength.
"But they're a part of me now."

The black haired boy leaned in, pressing soft kisses along the length of Shinsou's scars, each touch igniting a warmth within him. He gasped softly at the sensation, every kiss feeling like a balm on old wounds, a reminder that he was not alone anymore.

"You're so beautiful, all of you," he breathed against his skin, his lips lingering for a moment longer before meeting Shinsou's violet gaze once more.

His heart swelled at the sentiment, and he felt a surge of courage.
"You're beautiful too, Sero," he said, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in is stomach.

With a soft smile, the boy leaned in again, their lips connecting in a passionate kiss that felt like coming home. The world outside faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other. Sero's hands found their way to Shinsou's back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

As the kiss deepened, Shinsou felt a fire ignite within him. He returned the other's passion with fervor, their bodies pressed tightly together as they began to lose themselves in the movement. Every kiss was laced with desire each brush of their skin igniting sparks that set his heart racing.

In a bold move, he reached down, grasping the hem of Sero's shirt and pulling it over his head, revealing the toned chest he had only dreamed of. The boy's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. He could feel the heat radiating off Sero's skin, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a blanket.

"Wow," he breathed, taking a moment to admire the view.
"You're incredible."

The boy chuckled softly, a hint of shyness creeping into his expression.
"I could say the same about you."

With a newfound boldness, Shinsou leaned in, his lips trailing soft kisses down the boy's neck and across his collarbone. He felt Sero's breath hitch, a soft gasp escaping his lips that spurred him on. He wanted to explore every inch of Sero's skin, to memorize the way he reacted to each touch.

"Shin," he murmured, his voice thick with longing.
"You have to idea what you're doing to me."

"Maybe I want to find out," Shinsou replied, a teasing smile gracing his lips as he continued his exploration.

They continued to kiss and touch, slowly shedding the layers that separated them until they were both left in nothing but their underwear. The intimacy of the moment deepened, a palpable tension filling the air as they revealed in the closeness they had never dared to explore before.

The violet eyed boy felt a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability, the thrill of being so close to someone he cared about washing over him. With every kiss, every touch, he felt himself unraveling in a way that was both terrifying and liberating. He had never allowed himself to be this open with anyone before, but with Sero, it felt right.

As they settled back onto the bed, Shinsou found himself lost in the other's gaze, the warmth of the room wrapping around them. Feeling emboldened, he leaned in closer, capturing Sero's lips in another kiss. This one was filled with all the emotions they had both kept bottled up - hope, desire, and a sense of belonging that had been elusive for far too long.

As they kissed, he felt a sense of clarity wash over him. This was where he was meant to be, right here with Sero. And for the first time in a long time, he felt truly free.

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