"Do you feel anything when I get close to you?" Rohit whispered, his voice low but heavy with meaning.
Virat froze, startled by the unexpected question. Where had this come from? Was Rohit feeling something too?
"Do you?" Virat countered softly, his heart pounding. He already knew the answer for himself.
He had spent so much time coming to terms with the fact that no one else made him feel the way Rohit did.
"It feels... different," Rohit admitted, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the crook of Virat's neck.
The warmth of his breath against Virat's skin sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him unable to respond as the moment lingered between them.
"Different as in?" Virat asked cautiously, trying to process Rohit's unexpected actions. His voice betrayed his surprise.
Rohit hesitated, searching for the right words. "Comforting to be close to you, but... also something else," he admitted, struggling to understand his own emotions.
Virat's heart raced as Rohit nuzzled against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Every small movement felt amplified, especially since Virat's shirt was unbuttoned at the top, leaving his skin exposed to the faint touch of Rohit's breath. It made him feel both vulnerable and hot.
Unable to take the closeness any longer without clarity, Virat shifted, turning to face Rohit directly.
Their eyes met, and he was immediately captivated by the intensity in Rohit's gaze.
Rohit's hand rested naturally on Virat's waist, and he couldn't look away from Virat's warm, brown eyes.
"They're so beautiful," Rohit murmured, almost to himself, as if entranced by the moment.
Rohit moved his hand from Virat's waist to his cheek, and Virat instinctively closed his eyes.
Rohit could feel the effect of his touch on Virat— it seemed stronger than what he himself felt.
Rohit softly traced his thumb along Virat's cheek, and when Virat opened his eyes, he saw Rohit looking at him with warmth, and there was something else—love?
Unable to resist, Virat moved closer to Rohit, his hand trailing along Rohit's neck, tracing soft patterns that made Rohit feel a rush of warmth.
They couldn't take their eyes off each other, nor could they stop touching, even if it was just tracing patterns. It was a feeling neither of them had ever experienced before.
"It feels different, in a good way, right?" Rohit asked.
Virat nodded. For him, it was pure love for Rohit. For Rohit, he wasn't sure what it was yet, but in that moment, it felt right. Virat was just happy to be in that moment with him.
He had spent days crying, feeling like Rohit could never be his. Now, even the softest touch from Rohit, the hugs, or just having him close, made Virat happy.
Rohit leaned their foreheads together, taking a deep breath, savoring the closeness.
His hand rested on Virat's cheek, while Virat's hands were around Rohit's neck and waist.
Rohit moved his legs, tracing patterns on Virat's, which made Virat sharply inhale, trying to control himself.
"Ro," Virat whispered, tightening his hold around Rohit's waist, his voice huskier than usual. It sent a shiver through Rohit, giving him goosebumps.
