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Burn Slow

Idk if this counts like smut? Please tell me just to make sure. Enjoy :D
LE GOOO
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It had been a long day.

The team was asleep. The Monastery was quiet. The only light in the room came from the flickering lantern on the wall, casting shadows across the stone floor. Kai sat at the edge of his bed, still half-dressed, his tunic pulled open and his hair a tousled mess. He was staring at the floor, lost in thought, firelight flickering in his tired eyes.

Cole leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You're thinking too loud again," he said softly.

Kai looked up, startled but only for a second. "Didn't hear you come in."

"You didn't hear anything." Cole stepped forward, his voice low and even, but there was something heavier in it tonight something Kai couldn't place. "You okay?"

Kai huffed, looking away. "Do I look okay?"

Cole didn't answer right away. He just walked over, stood between Kai's knees, and reached out gently brushing a thumb along Kai's cheek. Kai didn't flinch. If anything, he leaned into it.

"You're too hard on yourself," Cole murmured.

Kai smiled without humor. "You're too good at reading me."

"I've had practice."

Silence settled between them again, warm this time. Kai's hands came up slowly, resting against Cole's hips without pulling him closer. But he didn't have to.

Cole dipped his head, breath brushing against Kai's skin. "You never let yourself fall apart, even when you need to."

Kai didn't reply. He didn't trust himself to speak.

So Cole tilted Kai's chin up, eyes locked on his, and waited for any hint of hesitation.

He found none.

When their lips met, it wasn't rushed. It was slow, like a lit fuse controlled, deliberate, and devastatingly sure. Cole kissed him like he knew exactly what Kai needed, and Kai melted like he'd been holding onto fire for too long.

His fingers curled into the fabric of Cole's shirt, pulling him down, closer, deeper.

Cole didn't resist. He pressed Kai back onto the bed with quiet authority, his weight warm and grounding over him. Every movement was intentional possessive in a way that didn't ask for permission because Kai had already given it.

Kai's breath hitched, and Cole paused, hovering just above him.

"You sure?" he asked, voice rough, but steady.

Kai's answer was immediate. "I'm yours."

That was all it took.

The lantern flickered. Shadows danced. And somewhere between the rustle of fabric and the shared breaths in the dark, fire met earth and held.

The world outside didn't matter anymore.

Only this did.

Only them.

And when the light finally dimmed, it faded to black.

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