Eyes
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Theodore has always carried a quiet softness inside him-an ache for comfort, reassurance, and being cared for that he's never quite known how to explain. He's learned to move through the world gently, tucking those needs away, assuming they're something he should outgrow instead of honor. Vincent, on the other hand, has always known who he is. Steady and self-assured, he finds joy in protecting, guiding, and creating safe spaces for others. He's built a life around being dependable-around being someone people can lean on. What he doesn't expect is Theodore, with his shy smiles and tired eyes, and the way caring for him feels less like a choice and more like coming home. As their connection grows, Vincent helps Theodore find language for the parts of himself he's never understood, offering patience instead of pressure and warmth instead of judgment. In return, Theodore shows Vincent that even the strongest hearts need care too-and that love doesn't always roar; sometimes it hums softly in shared quiet and small acts of trust. This is a cozy, slow-burn story about gentleness, learning to ask for what you need, and finding someone who sees you exactly as you are-and chooses you anyway.
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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