"Let's go inside. I don't want you catching a cold again," Rohit said, getting up and extending his hand to Virat.
Virat took it, and they walked inside to the movie room, where Rohit had set up a cozy arrangement for them.
The dim lighting, soft blankets, plush pillows, and a projector all created the perfect atmosphere.
They settled in the same position—Virat resting his back against Rohit's chest, while Rohit wrapped his arms securely around him.
"This is so beautiful," Virat murmured, taking in the warm, intimate setup.
The cozy ambiance made him lean further into Rohit's embrace, feeling completely at peace.
Rohit buried his head in Virat's shoulder, inhaling his scent.
"You smell amazing," he whispered, his face nestled against Virat's neck and hair.
Virat shivered at the tone—it held something different this time, something deeper, filled with unspoken desire.
Rohit's hands slowly slid under Virat's shirt, his fingers tracing gentle circles along his waist.
Then, he began placing soft kisses behind his ear and down his neck, sending a wave of warmth through Virat's body.
Virat inhaled sharply, his breath hitching as he reached for Rohit's hand, now caressing his stomach.
The touch, the warmth, the intimacy—it was all so intoxicating.
Rohit continued his sweet torture, trailing soft kisses along Virat's neck while his hands roamed under his shirt, caressing his stomach and chest.
The movie playing in the background was long forgotten—nothing else existed in that moment except them.
Virat's breathing grew heavy under Rohit's touch, his body reacting instinctively to the warmth and intensity. It was driving him crazy.
Unable to take it any longer, Virat shifted, turning in Rohit's lap until he was straddling him, his legs wrapped around Rohit's waist.
When he looked into Rohit's eyes, all he could see was love and burning desire, a gaze so intense it made him forget everything else.
Virat gently cupped Rohit's cheek, his thumb brushing over his skin in a tender caress.
And then, without another thought, he crashed his lips onto Rohit's, kissing him with a desperation that spoke volumes— like there was no tomorrow, like this was all that mattered.
Rohit reciprocated with equal passion and love, cradling Virat by the waist and pulling him even closer. Their bodies fit together perfectly, lost in the moment.
Virat broke the kiss to catch his breath, but Rohit didn't let the moment slip away. He trailed kisses down Virat's jaw, then lower, brushing against his neck before moving to his chest.
With slow, deliberate movements, he unbuttoned Virat's shirt, sliding it off his shoulders as his lips followed the path of exposed skin. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along Virat's collarbone, lingering as he sucked gently, leaving soft marks against his heated skin.
Virat was breathless, his senses overwhelmed. He let out a soft moan, tilting his head back as Rohit continued his exploration.
Needing more, Virat lifted Rohit's chin and reclaimed his lips in another deep kiss, filled with urgency. His fingers worked on Rohit's shirt, slipping it off before trailing kisses down his jaw and over his shoulder.
With a playful yet passionate move, Virat guided Rohit down onto the soft blankets, positioning himself above him.
He traced slow, lingering kisses down Rohit's chest, drawing a sharp breath from him.
The sound of his name falling from Rohit's lips sent shivers down Virat's spine.
Rohit's hands found their way into Virat's hair, tugging gently, pulling him impossibly close—until there was no space left between them, just the warmth of their bodies and the electricity crackling in the air.
Rohit flipped the position and now he was above Virat. Rohit looked into Virat's eyes, his gaze filled with love and longing.
"We should make love tonight, Vi," he whispered, his voice laced with desire and tenderness.
Virat felt heat rush to his cheeks under Rohit's intense gaze.
"Umm, Ro... I've never... you know... I don't know how..." Virat admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, embarrassment creeping in.
Rohit cupped his face gently, pressing a slow, reassuring kiss to his lips.
"I know... I feel that nervousness too," he murmured against Virat's lips. "But we're with each other. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, especially with me."
Virat exhaled shakily before pulling Rohit into another deep kiss, letting himself get lost in the warmth of his embrace. Slowly, gently, they explored each other, Rohit taking the lead with utmost care and affection.
Wrapped up in each other, their bodies moved in sync, their fingers tracing soft patterns on heated skin. Legs entwined, lips ghosting over every inch they could reach, they whispered each other's names like sacred vows.
The room was filled with nothing but their soft breaths, the quiet hum of their love surrounding them—two souls completely intertwined, lost in the most intimate expression of their feelings.
Rohit looked down at Virat, who was breathing heavily beneath him. Gently, he brushed a few strands of hair from Virat's forehead.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
Virat nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Instead, he pulled Rohit down for a tender kiss, whispering against his lips, "Thank you for being so gentle and caring."
Rohit responded with a soft kiss to his forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance. As they broke apart, he let out a deep breath before collapsing onto Virat's chest, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Their heartbeats synced, their breaths still uneven but slowly calming.
Virat ran his fingers through Rohit's hair, soothing him with gentle strokes.
"I love you so much," he whispered, his arms wrapping securely around him.
Rohit tightened his embrace, his voice muffled against Virat's neck.
"I love you too, baby," he murmured, holding onto him like he never wanted to let go.
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