The night was quiet, the city lights sparkling distantly as Karan walked along the deserted street after his late study session. His mind replayed the moments with Arthit — the touch, the gaze, the way his chest had fluttered uncontrollably. Every thought of him made his pulse quicken.
"Karan…" The voice was smooth, soft, and yet it carried an undeniable intensity.
He froze. Arthit emerged from the shadows, calm, elegant, and impossibly magnetic. "You're walking alone again," he said, stepping closer.
"I… I was just… thinking," Karan muttered, trying to steady his racing heartbeat.
Arthit's gaze softened, yet held a burning intensity. "About me?"
Karan's cheeks heated. "I… maybe."
Arthit smiled faintly, stepping even closer, closing the distance between them. "Then don't hide it," he whispered, voice low and intimate. "You don't have to hide anything from me."
Karan swallowed, his pulse jumping as Arthit's hand lightly brushed against his. The touch sent a shiver through him, leaving him breathless. "I… I don't know… we… this…"
Arthit's eyes softened, yet the intensity never faltered. "Karan… I've waited too long to hide. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop wanting you."
Before Karan could respond, Arthit pulled him into a **deep, slow kiss**, pressing his body against Karan's in a way that left no room for denial. Karan's initial resistance melted as desire and longing surged within him. His hands trembled as they rested against Arthit's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath.
"I… I…," Karan gasped, lips still pressed against Arthit's.
"Shh…" Arthit murmured, hands gently tracing the sides of Karan's face. "Just let yourself feel it… let me show you."
The kiss deepened, slow and demanding, full of unspoken promises. Arthit's hands moved carefully, caressing Karan's waist, drawing him closer. Every touch, every motion, spoke of longing, protection, and desire.
"I've wanted you… wanted you more than I can say," Arthit whispered against his lips. "I don't care about anything else… only you, only this."
Karan trembled under his touch, heart hammering. "But… your fiancée… your life…"
Arthit pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, then against his jawline. "That… doesn't matter. None of it matters. Only you matter to me, Karan. You're mine. Only mine."
Karan's hands gripped Arthit's shoulders as emotions overwhelmed him. "I… I can't… I've never… felt like this before…"
Arthit's lips found his again, deep and urgent, full of heat and passion. "Then feel it with me," he whispered. "Feel everything. Every heartbeat, every shiver, every breath… I want all of you."
Karan's resistance faltered, his body pressed closer. "Arthit… I… I don't know how to…"
"Then let me guide you," Arthit murmured, voice low and commanding yet tender. "I'll be patient… I'll wait. But I need you to feel this, to know me… to trust me."
Karan shivered under his touch, lips trembling. "I… I trust you…"
"That's all I need," Arthit said softly, cupping his face. "Now… let me show you how much I love you."
Their lips met again, slow, deliberate, and consuming. Every kiss was a promise, every touch a confession. The world outside ceased to exist — just the two of them, hearts entwined, breaths mingling, and the first sparks of a love that refused to be denied.
Karan's hands tangled in Arthit's hair, pulling him closer. "I… I feel it… I feel it too…"
Arthit's lips curved into a satisfied, tender smile. "Then don't hold back, Karan. Not with me."
And in the quiet of the night, under the soft glow of the city lights, they let themselves be consumed — body, heart, and soul. Each kiss, each touch, was a promise of more to come. A love fierce, tender, and unstoppable.
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End of Chapter 13 — Moonlit Intimacy